#StreamEpiphany

You smiled, glossy lips curling as you smoothed your hand over the front of your oversized tee. “I’ve been sponsored by Seafolly,” you continued, eyes flicking briefly to the side, “and they sent me their new summer bikini line to try on and show you guys!”

Next to you, your boyfriend was perched on the edge of the bed, one hand resting lazily on your thigh and the other loosely draped across his own lap. His eyebrow lifted slightly in curiosity as his gaze turned to you. The corner of your lips twitched as you suppressed a giggle. You hadn't told him what you were filming today.

Your fingers toyed with his tattooed hand resting comfortably in your lap and you turned back to the camera, the blinking red light reminding you it was recording. Not that you’d forget, especially after he’d already distracted you halfway through setting up which forced you to have to redo your hair and makeup entirely.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to laugh as you continued, “So I thought I’d bring my friend, Jungkook, to rate the swimsuits out of ten! Whichever one he likes the most, I’ll wear it to my other friend’s pool party themed event next week.”

The silence was fucking palpable. His gaze snapped to you, staring at you like he was seeing things, eyes scanning your face like you’d just told him you hated him and wanted him to choke.

You didn’t dare look directly at him. You’d laugh and you knew it. “Did you want to introduce yourself, Jungkook?” you asked, head tilting innocently, eyes flitting to him for a millisecond before twisting back to the camera.

He didn’t respond, just blinked at you for five silent seconds. Then, his mouth quirked up into the smallest, most incredulous smirk as he shifted his gaze back to the camera.

“Hm?” you prompted, lifting your hand to pat his shoulder in a friendly gesture. Yeah, that did it.

His eyes squinted and his tongue poked into his cheek as he slowly turned to you, his expression equal parts amused and offended.

“JK… are you alri—”

“Jungkook? JK?” he interrupted with a humourless laugh, his brows furrowing as he leaned closer. “What is thi- what are you doing, baby? Your friend? I’m your friend?” His head tilted, daring you to agree.

You choked on a giggle. “I—”

“Do you let all your friends fuck you in the a—”

“BABY,” you screeched in defeat, your hands shooting up to cover his mouth as your laughter spilled free. “Shut up, oh my god! I was just kidding!”

His eyes fucking sparkled above your fingers, and the smug little glint in his gaze told you everything you needed to know. This video was not safe in his hands. He edits your content, which means this moment is most definitely making it into the final cut in some way, shape, or form.

You felt his teeth grazing your palm, a little nibble that had you giggling and pulling your hand away. He licked his lips, satisfied. Your laughter finally subsided as you shook your head softly, resting your hands on his thighs to lean up for a kiss. He tasted faintly like vanilla and strawberry—your gloss, no doubt. Lathered on his lips after your makeout sesh thirty minutes prior had turned into you getting flipped over and fucked on the very bed you were now perched on.

You pulled back cheeks pink, but Jungkook leaned in again, hooking your soft side with his hand and catching your lips with a quiet grunt. You smiled against him, fingers curling into the fabric of his boxer tee. “Okay,” you laughed against his mouth as his kiss grew greedier.

Jeon Jungkook happily ignored your queue to continue the video, lips drifting lower along your jaw before dipping down to your neck. You let out a soft, involuntary breath when he gave a gentle, wet suck. You could already picture the tiny red mark blooming just below your ear, your stomach fluttering at the thought of it being there in your haul for everyone to see.

“Okay, baby,” you whispered, your voice catching. “L-let me redo the intro. Hold on—”

His tongue licked over your skin one last time before he leaned back, his hand sliding down to your bare thigh just below view of the shot. His dark eyes danced with amusement as he tilted his head, clearly enjoying how flushed you looked now.

“Okay,” he murmured. “Go ahead, friend.”

After successfully finishing the intro again, you pressed a quick kiss to Jungkook’s cheek as you stood, the hem of your—well, his—shirt fluttering slightly as you passed him.

“I’ll be back, my love,” you said softly, bending down to grab the first bikini set from the bag tucked under your bed.

He hummed in acknowledgement, his fingers rubbing along your warm thigh as you bent, before letting you slip into your ensuite.

The pink set you picked first was sweet and girly with ribbons at the hips. You tied the last knot, smoothing the fabric and checking yourself in the mirror with a soft hum. You knew he was going to like it.

Your boyfriend didn’t really do obvious. He didn’t gush or fumble or get flustered easily. But you could always tell when he was affected. His silence got heavier, his eyes a little darker, and he looked at you like you were something he couldn’t touch even though you were already all his.

You opened the door and he moved his focus from checking that your recording software was optimised properly to you. He didn’t say anything, but the pause was more than enough. Your bare feet padded over fluffy white rug as you stepped into the centre of the room.

“Thoughts?” you said lightly, voice lilting as you did a slow turn. You literally felt his eyes glued to your ass.

Jungkook’s gaze dragged slowly up your body when you faced him again. His head tilted slightly, elbows resting on his knees as a tattooed thumb dragged slowly over his bottom lip. “That’s the first one?” he asked, voice low as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Mhm,” you smiled. “What’s your rating, love?”

He looked at you for a long moment as he gathered his thoughts, then leaned back again, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth for a second before replying.

“Eight.”

“Eight?" you echoed with a smile as his eyes drank you in.

“It’s pretty,” he said, nodding slightly. “Soft. Matches that lipgloss you wear.”

You tilted your head and stopped yourself from cooing at the cutie. “What would’ve made it a ten?”

His lips twitched, eyes flicking up to yours. “If I was the only one seeing it.”

Your stomach fluttered. “Hm. Gotta learn to share, baby,” you hummed, turning away and making sure he had a nice view of your ass. You heard the tiny amused scoff he gave under his breath as you slipped back into the bathroom.

The second set was black. A little tinier. The bottoms had double ties at the hips, and the top hugged your tits in a way that was probably going to get your video reported a few times. You smoothed the cups in tiny adjustment, then ran your fingers through your hair before stepping back out. You walked slowly and let your boyfriend’s eyes find you.

And god, did they.

He sat straighter, arms resting on his thighs and inky hands pressed flat and hard together. You wondered what he was praying for.

You watched his brows twitch slightly, lips parting before closing again. You stopped in front of him with a breathy little laugh at his reaction. You gave the same little turn, received the same burn on your asscheeks, and faced him again. “Well?”

He inhaled once, slowly and deeply. “That’s not gonna make it to the party.”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending not to smile. “It’s not?”

“Not a fucking chance,” he shook his head in almost disbelief, staring at your tits almost spilling out of the excuse for fabric. “Is this even going to be allowed to go on YouTube?”

You giggled, looked at the camera and checked you were both well in frame before turning back to your boyfriend privately. “Yes, baby. I read up on it briefly and I’m pretty sure if there’s no nipple, it’s fine. And I have nipple covers on.” You leaned down to let him look into the cups of your bra to see the flower shaped silicone pads. He nodded and pressed a kiss to the outside of your nipple before blinking once.

“Six.”

You laughed, squinting down at him. “You’re such a liar.”

He blinked, unbothered and not bothering to deny the accusation.

“Six?” you repeated, still smiling. “I like this one... It’s hot, no?”

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to your tits, then your tummy, then your thighs. “It’s a ten,” he nodded, “and that’s the problem, baby.”

You saved the last one for the end on purpose. It was… a lot. A barely-there high cut in his favourite shade of red with very cheeky bottoms and a top that looked more like a suggestion than actual coverage.

You tied the last string behind your back, letting your hands fall to your sides as you looked in the mirror for a beat. You almost snorted under your breath. He was going to lose his shit.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Jungkook didn’t react at first. He was still on the edge of the bed, absently doing that spinning thing he does with his vape between his fingers. Then when he glanced up, his jaw twitched.

You didn’t say anything, just stepped in front of the camera like it was nothing and posed sweetly. Like this wasn’t about to end everything.

“Well?” you asked after a beat, your voice light but breathier than before. “Last one.”

Jungkook nodded once. Slow, quiet, like he was confirming something to himself. Then his brows furrowed. “Baby…” he said softly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at your back. “You left the tag on.”

Your lips morphed into a pout. “What?”

“Turn around.” You did a slow spin, trying to crane your head to see over your shoulder, turning again like a dog chasing its tail. “Where? I don’t see it—”

“C’mere,” he murmured, holding a hand out without looking away from you. “I’ll get it.”

You stepped toward him. “Be gentle with it, please. I still need to take shots for the Instagram post,” you said, turning your butt to his hand so he could pull the tag off.

One second your boyfriend’s hands were tightening over your bare hips, then the next you were being flopped like a ball of dough right onto your bed. You yelped as you bounced lightly against the mattress, hair spilling around your face. “Baby—”

“Stay,” he said simply. And like a dog, you did.

You just blinked up at him as he hovered over you, his heavy lidded eyes dragging slowly down your body. The camera was still blinking behind you, that much you knew, but neither of you moved to stop it. You both worked with cameras and film for a living… This was hardly the first time you’ve recorded yourselves getting freaky, accidentally or otherwise.

Jungkook’s hands slid down your waist again, big palms warm and slow like he needed to feel every inch of you with care before doing what he was about to do.

“Wore this on purpose,” he murmured almost to himself, eyes fixed on your chest as his fingers toyed with the thin fabric. “Knew I’d lose my shit.”

You smiled cutely. “Maybe.”

He let out a half-laugh, half-groan before leaning in and kissing the swell of your boob just above the line of the bikini. His teeth grazed the edge of the cup, dragging the strap down slowly with his mouth.

“Looks better off, I think,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin as he pulled the top and pathetic covers aside.

His mouth closed around your nipple before you could reply, and your back arched immediately with a soft gasp. His tongue was hot, swirling over the plumping bud before his teeth caught it gently, pulling a dirty breath from your lips.

Your hands reached for his hair on autopilot, fingers threading through the shorter strands as best you could while he sucked and kissed greedily down your chest. His hands were already sliding lower down your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed with an easy tug before sinking to his knees.

You felt his breath before you felt his mouth, his exhale hot and slow against your inner thigh. You moaned softly, hips twitching toward him.

“So needy,” he muttered, dragging the bikini bottoms down with a slow tug of his fingers. “Like I should reward needy girls that give me fake innocent looks during a shoot.”

“Maybe I was being innocent,” you tried, your voice breathy as you leaned on your elbows and internally cast an incantation to make his fingers hurry up and move lower.

Jungkook looked up at you with a slow blink, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip. “Right,” he mocked, kissing your plushy inner thigh before digging in.

You gasped as his mouth finally pressed against you, his big tongue easily parting your folds. Your hands flew to his hair again, falling back onto the mattress as his lips wrapped around your clit. You felt him swallow, heard him groan, watched the ceiling as your thighs clenched around his head when he flicked the hardening bud beneath his tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby-”

He grunted into your cunt, the sound vibrating against your core as his fingers slid up to spread your lips into a V shape.

“Taste like fuckin’ heaven, baby,” he mumbled into you. “So fucking good.”

He leaned back down and slurped your pussy up like it was his favourite meal. And well, it kinda was, really. The long fingers of his left hand held you open while the long fingers of his right slipped up between his greedy tongue and your sopping heat. Coating his digits in spit and slick, he slid them down from your twitching clit to your weeping entrance.

“Ohhh, fuh-huckkkkk,” you moaned dumbly, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of two big fingers feeding into your cunt.

Your hips were bucking into his face, nothing eligible or coherent sounding from your throat, just fucked-out whimpers as his wet mouth continued its torture on your clit.

“Jungkook baby, oh goddd I’m gonna cum, fuckk,” you whimpered, not even bothered nor surprised at how quick he brought you to it. He’s good like that.

Your hips stuttered as your walls clamped down hard on his thick fingers curling in and out of your leaking hole, tongue licking and lapping at your beating bud. “C’mon then, beautiful,” he coaxed into your pussy. “Cum.”

And god, did you.

A pathetic scream left your lips as your hands clutched the strands of his hair. His grunt of approval at the pain was filthy as you rode the waves of your orgasm, his lips still suctioned to your clit, his fingers still massaging the plushy soaked walls of your hole.

He didn’t stop until you were writhing with tears in your eyes at the pain that hurt so good. Didn’t pull away until he’d licked every drop of your slick and juice from your weeping cunt. Didn’t quit drinking until his thirst was quenched and you were coating the inside of his throat.

When he finally pulled back after your whimpers had turned croaky and you had enough strength to lean up and rest on your elbows, you took in his messy form. Wet mouth, chin glistening in your slick, eyes completely gone. His pupils were blown wide after finally getting a hit of his favourite drug, hair fucked from your pulling while he drank in hungry breaths.

You let out a tired, happy grunt as your boyfriend licked over his glistening lips and lifted a hand to the back of his neck, tugging his shirt right off. You reached out for him with greedy, grabby hands and a pout, legs spreading on their own. “Inside, please…”

Jungkook nodded softly, giving you a kiss on your bare tummy before slotting between your open thighs and capturing your mouth with his. His tongue slipped in like it always did to let you taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned in satisfaction, puffy lips wrapping the big muscle to suck it all off.

“Baby,” he murmured against your mouth, letting you finish your assault on his tongue before pulling back, a trail of spit still connecting you. He broke it with a suck before glancing down at the last shreds of the bikini still clinging to your body. “This bikini is a fucking joke.”

Before you could decide whether to tease him or agree, he tugged on the bottoms. Hard. The thin string snapped clean, and you gasped in surprise as the remaining pieces of the swimsuit gave up entirely.

“Jung. Kook! My Instagram photos!”

He didn’t answer, just reached up and tore the top straight down the middle like it was nothing, the little heart-shaped ring at the centre clattering somewhere off the bed.

You narrowed your eyes at him before breaking into a fit of giggles at your boyfriend’s deadass gaze stuck on your now naked body. His eyes dragged over your bare chest, your soft belly, the slick between your thighs. Then he exhaled harshly and murmured, “Ten.”

You choked on your laugh, your head tilting back against the comforter. “Ten? Now you give a ten?”

“Mhm,” he whispered, crawling back over you, his hand sliding up to cup your breast with his full palm. “Very much approve.”

You giggled again, but it melted into a whimper when his thumb brushed over your nipple and his mouth was back on yours. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a claim, all teeth and tongue, his heavy weight pressed down onto you in the way he knows you love. His hand kneaded your breast like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be sweet or filthy, but your hips rolling up and grinding hard against the bulge in his jeans made the decision for him.

He groaned into your mouth as you fumbled blindly with his belt, too desperate to stop kissing him but too horny to prolong him being inside you. He gave a final sip to your tongue before sliding his wet lips down your neck and sucking another bruise into your skin while you wrestled with the button of his jeans.

“Let me—” you grunted through a moan, head tilted so he had better access to mark you while eager hands shoved at the denim that was holding your reward hostage.

Jungkook lifted his hips slightly, helping you shove them down and biting back a groan when your bare foot slid under the waistband to kick them off with a little grunt.

“God, you’re good at that, baby,” he muttered into your neck.

You blinked at him innocently as your foot hooked his socks off too. “You should see what I can do with my hands.”

He bit back a laugh and smushed a kiss to your lips. “M’well aware of what your hands can do, angel.” His mumble cut off with a hiss when you ground your bare pussy against his covered hard-on, wetness soaking through the fabric. “What d’you want, baby?”

You kept up your slow grind, letting your slick coat his clothed cock in warm, lazy rolls. “You.”

“Fuck,” he groaned at your unhelpful response, eyes fluttering shut. “You want me to bend you over? Your ass has been driving me fucking insane, baby.”

Your teeth dug into your lip as he grabbed a greedy handful of each cheek when you rocked into him again. “Or,” he rasped, eyes just open enough to watch your tits bounce with your movement, “could fuck you like this and watch your tits bounce in my face.”

You pouted at both lovely options, unable to choose. “You’re gonna have to decide, baby.”

He didn’t answer, just grabbed you suddenly and flipped you until you were straddling him reverse cowgirl, thighs spread wide over his hips.

“Oop,” you gasped, steadying yourself with your palms on his thighs.

“Good,” he murmured, giving the position a onceover with a little nod. His hands slipped back down to your ass for another squeeze. “This works.”

The camera was still going, and beside it, the monitor captured your position and nudity in full. No wonder he wanted you this way. He had the best of both worlds.

“Look at you,” he groaned, squeezing your ass before flicking his gaze up to your chest on the screen. “Fuckk. Look at those tits, baby…”

Your cheeks heated but you didn’t stop grinding down, eyes on the monitor as his jaw clenched every time your pussy dragged over the thick outline of his cock. His hand came up, wrapping around your neck from behind to drag you back into his chest. You whimpered into the messy kiss he pulled from you as his fingers flexed and his hips jutted up into your needy cunt.

Pulling back with a slow suck on his bottom lip, you reached down beneath your ass and pushed the band of his briefs low enough to free him. His thick, leaking length slapped up against his stomach when you gave it the space, and your mouth watered a little before turning back toward the monitor.

You leaned forward with one hand on his warm thigh, the other wrapping around the base of his cock to line him up, and the second you sank down, Jungkook’s eyes rolled back.

“Jesus,” he grunted at the feeling of home, hands sliding up your soft sides to hold onto you just in case. You fed the shaft into you slower this time as this angle always made every ridge and vein feel thicker. When you reached the hilt and were stuffed full, your now-empty hand joined the your other on his opposite thigh.

“Shit,” you breathed, your walls pulsing around him before beginning to move. His hands slid from your waist to cup your tits, squeezing, teasing and watching them bounce in a dirty rhythm on the monitor as you lifted up and sat back down with a thwack.

He was fucking gone—head tilted back, mouth open, hair damp with sweat already. “Yeah, baby,” he rasped. “Fuckin’ just like that. Ride me, ride my fucking dick, angel, come on.”

You bounced harder, trying to imprint the shape of his cock into your stomach. You were soaked and dripping, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the room. You wondered if it would pick up well in the recording.

Jungkook couldn’t stop groaning, his grip on your tits tightening, hard nipples digging into his palms. “Gonna fill this fucking pussy up, baby,” he panted as you fucked him into the mattress. “You want that? Want me to stuff you full with my fucking cum on video?”

You moaned so loud it nearly threw off your rhythm. “Yeah?” he growled, losing his control and thrusting up into you, balls slapping against your leaking lips. “That’s my fuckin girl. So fucking sexy, baby.”

Your thighs trembled, fingernails digging crescents into his skin. He growled louder at the sting, hand shifting from your tits to your neck. He leaned up against the headboard, pulled you flush to his chest and pounded up into you like a fucking fleshlight.

“Dirty fucking slutttt,” he barked as you choked on your spit and moans, your hands reaching up to grip the headboard in pleasured anguish. “Starting to think you want me to leave this in the video. Let everyone watch you take what I give you like the cock-drunk fucking whore you are.”

“Uhhhhfuckk, baby!” you screamed as the head of his cock beat into your g-spot. “Yes, god, I’m your dirty little whore, daddy,” you cried in tune with the headboard banging loudly against the wall, your body trembling with each brutal thrusts.

“I know you are, baby,” he hummed into your sweaty neck, tongue licking the salt from your skin. His fingers tightened around your throat and your eyes rolled white, hand loosening from the headboard to grip the back of his thick neck. “The best whore for daddy, huh.”

When the hand not clasped around your throat slid down past your jiggling tits and plushy stomach to your needy clit, a strangled gasp spewed from your lips. “Oh, y-yes daddy, yes, rub it- rub my fucking clit, please, please, I’m so fucking closeee—”

He hovered his fingers over the bud for a drawn out second before hammering a thrust so deep it knocked the air out of you. His balls twitched at the feeling of you clenching and he knew he was there. So he demanded, “Cum,” teeth scraping your skin while his fingers began furiously circling your clit. “Cum on daddy’s cock, baby. C’mon, baby, fuck, c’mon!”

You shattered with a scream, your throat contracting under his grip as your pussy clenched down in sore spasms. Jungkook didn’t last a second fucking longer. He slammed up once more and buried himself to the hilt, cock twitching violently in your hole as his seed splattered right through.

He cursed through his teeth, big arm wrapped around your waist as you spasmed on his dick through your high. Your moans were pitched and broken as he filled you with the cum he promised, hips rolling slow to ride out the aftershocks, balls emptying every last drop into you.

You all but collapsed in exertion, letting your boyfriend hold the full weight of you in his arms as he gently turned you around, length still snug and stuffed inside. Your mascara was done for, your hair tousled and messy, and your lip gloss was smudged over both his lips and yours. And to Jungkook, you’ve never looked prettier.

Tugging you into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you and shifted you until you were curled around him like a satisfied koala. Neither of you moved for a while, just caught your breath and soaked in the afterglow.

“We should so start an OnlyFans.”

Jungkook’s hand smoothing over your ass gave it a firm little warning smack at your comment. “You’re insane.”

Before she could process, he lifted her, weightless in his hold, and moved—his cloak fluttering around them as he leapt from stone to stone. The night blurred past in fleeting shadows, the wind slipping through her hair as she clung to him, her heart pounding not from the speed, but from him.

It was only when they reached his hidden refuge that her breath caught for another reason.

“You can put me down, you now?”

He turned his gaze toward her, catching that contradiction in her expression—vulnerability edged with defiance. His fingers remained ghosting over her skin, a lingering presence, even as he came to a halt before the door. Without a word, his free hand lifted, fingers weaving through the air with practiced precision, forming a jutsu that sent a faint shimmer rippling through the seals barring the entrance.

No turning back from this.

A whisper of chakra, a flicker of movement—then the barrier shattered, dissolving soundlessly into the night. Only then did he release his hold on her, but not entirely. Not until they had crossed the threshold, not until the bed was within reach. He let her go only when her back met the soft, unexpectedly delicate sheets beneath her.

Silence wrapped around them, thick and weighted. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat colliding with the suffocating stillness he left in his wake.

A small, hidden sanctuary carved between the rocks, distant from Akatsuki’s lairs, yet never too close to Konoha. A space just for him, for the fleeting illusion of solitude.

The dim glow of a single lamp cast soft shadows along the rough stone walls, revealing a modest desk stacked with books, their pages worn from restless hands, alongside neatly arranged scrolls filled with his own meticulous handwriting. A small cabinet stood in the corner, partially open, revealing folded garments—practical, unassuming. Beside it, an assortment of teas, a teapot resting on a low table, a single cup placed beside it. The scent of chamomile and mint lingered in the air, gentle but grounding, an unexpected contrast to the world outside.

His silence only makes her heart pound harder, an erratic rhythm against her ribs, uncertain and unrelenting. Unbeknownst to her, Itachi is caught in a tempest of emotions—an internal war between the instinct to guard himself and the quiet surrender of allowing her in.

For years, this place had been his only refuge, the one fragment of the world untouched by bloodshed and betrayal. And now, he has let her step inside, has trusted her enough to witness the last remnant of what he call home.

She barely noticed her own movements as her gaze wandered, cataloging the space, the small details that made up a life he had never shared with another. A dozen unspoken questions formed at the edges of her mind—about him, about his past, about the kind of person he was beneath all the layers of secrecy.

But none of them left her lips because then she looked at him. And he was already looking at her, remembering why she was here in the first place.

Oh.

He strips off his shirt completely, revealing his sculpted form under the dim light, while her gaze unabashedly devours him. A chain with multiple rings gleams against his firm neck, accentuating the chiseled lines of his chest and abs—each muscle meticulously defined. Scattered across his skin, faded scars stitched over time only amplify his already undeniable allure. A warrior’s body—worn, disciplined, breathtaking. Her throat went dry.

Noticing the way she looks at him, Itachi reacts instinctively, shifting until he hovers over her. His movements are slow, deliberate, carried by a primal longing that coils between them. His hands move to undress her gently, never breaking eye contact, their unspoken connection thick with an overwhelming intensity. No words are needed—every glance conveys just how much they both want this. 

His lips begin to trace over every sensitive part of her skin, each touch coaxing increasingly louder sounds of pleasure from her. His tongue moves along the curve of her neck, down between her breasts, over her stomach—until he catches her off guard, placing an open-mouthed kiss followed by a teasing bite. A sharp jolt of pleasure pools between her legs, heat dripping from her in response. 

“Fuck,” she gasps, unable to hold back.

Her mind is utterly vulnerable, completely under his control, though no genjutsu has been cast. This is real. His hand slides up, lifting her leg to grant himself better access to kiss her more, then his other hand finally rids her of the last piece of clothing keeping her from him. Her legs tremble, thighs parting instinctively, anticipation churning in her stomach as he takes a moment to look at her—fully exposed beneath him. 

She didn’t even hear him whisper “Beautiful” because her thoughts can catch up, his lips return to hers, the kiss fragile yet overwhelmed by the sheer force of their desire. Their tongues clash, deepening the exchange as if trying to consume one another. Her fingers tangle into his long, silky hair, tightening slightly, making him part his lips further.

She seizes the opportunity, pushing the kiss even deeper, her legs locking around his waist to pull him closer. 

“I want you so much.” 

The sound he makes in response sends another surge of heat through her, the raw need in it thrilling her further. Their bodies grind against each other, friction building until Itachi loses patience, unwilling to waste another second. His fingers slip between her thighs, brushing over her slick heat, teasing at first— 

His gaze fixes on her as she moans continuously, the sounds only intensifying when he adds another finger, stretching and preparing her. Her walls clench around him so tightly that it nearly aches, but he doesn’t stop, not until he sees the tears forming beneath her lashes, spilling over as she chokes out— 

“Please, please, please…” 

His restraint shatters. Any semblance of control he once had dissolves with her, yet all he can focus on is how desperately he wants to make her feel good. His thumb brushes against her lips while his mouth returns to her throat, kissing, tasting, unraveling her completely. 

“Itachi— I-I can’t. I can’t anymore,” she whimpers, lost in the overwhelming sensations. 

But he doesn’t let up. If anything, he pushes her further, something almost wicked flickering in his expression—not malicious, but reveling in her vulnerability, in the way she surrenders to him so completely. 

His breath fans over her skin as he moves closer to her ear. 

“What can’t you do anymore?” 

She nearly comes undone right then and there at the sound of his voice alone, fingers still working her over, pressing against that perfect spot over and over again. Her frustration mixes with pleasure, a symphony of moans and whimpers spilling from her lips. 

“Inside me. Now.” 

A faint smirk ghosts against her ear, but she’s too lost to see it. 

With trembling hands, she reaches for him, undoing his pants slowly. Her gaze is utterly feral when her fingers slide over the hard outline beneath his boxers, watching the way his expression finally cracks, brows furrowing, breath hitching. The moment her hand slips past the fabric, stroking him, his entire body tenses. 

He lets her have control for only a few seconds before pulling her hand away, ridding himself of his pants in one swift movement, as if he refuses to let the moment slip away. Settling between her legs, their bodies align effortlessly— 

She helps him position himself, and before either of them can brace for it, they both gasp, completely taken aback as he thrusts inside, filling her entirely. 

She pants, chest heaving, barely able to process the sensation before Itachi lifts her leg, sinking even deeper. The sharp contrast of pain and pleasure has her clinging to him, urging him wordlessly to move, to give her more. 

“Oh my God. Move, please, please—” 

Itachi sets a slow, deliberate rhythm, allowing her to adjust, though it takes every ounce of restraint not to lose himself instantly. For someone renowned for his strength, for his unshakable control, it’s almost amusing how much effort it takes not to come undone right then and there. 

For a brief moment, he releases her leg, his hands roaming, one skimming over her breasts, teasing before squeezing, drawing more pleasure from her. His palm glides upward, fingers gently cradling her cheek. Her legs tighten around him, arms pulling him closer, pushing him impossibly deeper inside her. 

His free hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Look at me.

Forced to meet his gaze, she sees something in his eyes that terrifies her more than anything. Something raw, something dangerous—something far too close to love. 

I can’t. I can’t. 

Overwhelmed, overstimulated, her heart slams against her ribcage as Itachi’s pace quickens, thrusting into her with increasing intensity. 

“Fuck—fuck, I’m so close, Itachi. I’m so close—” 

Desperation seeps into her moans, her cries growing louder, needier. Itachi kisses her deeply, swallowing her sounds as his hand moves between them, pressing against her sensitive spot, sending her spiraling toward the edge.

Her body begins to writhe, trembling uncontrollably, her face painted with an expression of pure astonishment—overflowing with love and pleasure—as she locks eyes with him, crying out his name. And in that moment, Itachi can think of nothing else but how he has never witnessed anything more beautiful.

Feeling the rhythmic contractions of her climax, the way her walls pulse and tighten around him, forces him to grit his teeth, his restraint hanging by a fragile thread. A few more thrusts, dangerously close to the edge, and then—he spills onto her stomach, his breath ragged, hair falling over his damp skin. Strands of ink-black locks frame his face, his mouth slightly open, chest heaving. And as she watches him, utterly undone above her, she finds herself thinking the exact same thing—she has never seen anything more beautiful than him.

They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, neither able to speak, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. The intensity between them lingers, raw and unfiltered, as if the world itself has momentarily ceased to exist outside of this shared space.

Eventually, Itachi's gaze drifts over her exhausted, disheveled form. Without a word, he rises, disappearing momentarily before returning with a warm, damp towel. He moves with quiet care, gently wiping her down, his touch impossibly soft.

A single tear slips down her cheek, her heartbeat still erratic, making it impossible to voice the overwhelming emotions surging through her.

Before she can process anything further, he pulls her into his arms, firm and resolute, leaving her no room to resist. She barely has time to react as he holds her close, the silence between them thick with meaning.

For a moment, they do nothing but look at each other.

Slowly, with an almost reverent tenderness, he brushes the loose strands of hair from her face, fingertips ghosting over her features—tracing, memorizing, worshipping in the most subtle of ways.

She pulls away slightly, too overwhelmed by everything, her thoughts spiraling into anxious uncertainty. Her breathing remains uneven, her gaze dropping to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

She shifts as if to step away—but before she can, his fingers wrap gently around her wrist, halting her movement.

Itachi, his voice calm and almost vulnerable.

He kept your hands pinned above you as he leaned down, nipping your collarbone and kissing his way down your chest.

His hips snapped into yours faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Taehyung was grinding his hips into yours, and you could feel him hitting your cervix. It was all too much. Your toes curled and your head rolled to the side as you panted, your breasts bouncing with his thrusts.

Your breath was ragged, and you were trying your best to keep it together.

Taehyung released your hands, before sliding his hands under your back and pulling you closer, making your breasts squeeze together. He kissed you again, this time rolling his hips as he made love to you.

You were a moaning, groaning, panting mess.

Taehyung loved it.

He loved watching you crumble at the way he touched you.

The way he fucked you.

The way you lost all sense of reason when you were in bed with him.

The way he could fuck you whenever he wanted.

And right now, he wanted you to feel everything he had.

Taehyung couldn't get enough of you.

He knew it was crazy.

But he couldn't get enough of the way you felt.

Of the way your skin smelled.

Of the way you tasted.

Of the way your body looked as he thrust into you.

Of the way you would cling to him as you slept.

And of the way you moaned his name as you came.

He kissed you, his fingers caressing your cheek as he rocked into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

Then, you could feel another hand snaking across your thigh, which caused you to flinch, and you looked over, seeing Jimin on the bed with you two, stroking his cock as he watched.

“Come here.” You patted the spot next to you, inviting him to get closer.

Jimin crawled on the bed next to you, and when he got close enough, you held his cock, stroking it slowly as you watched him moan.

You rubbed your thumb over the tip, letting out a yawn before you closed your eyes again.

Taehyung chuckled at how sleepy you were.

It was only four in the morning, and he hadn't been asleep. At some point, turning around in bed aimlessly was starting to bore him, and he knew what he needed to help him.

Jimin's hand joined yours as you stroked him, his hands holding onto your wrist as he thrusted into your hand.

“Come here, I’ll suck you off.” At that, Jimin didn’t need to be told twice, and he scooted closer, his erection poking at your cheek. You guided him into your mouth, sucking him slowly.

Taehyung slowed down, his cock still inside you as he watched you pleasure his roommate.

You moaned around his cock as you took him deep into your throat, feeling him hit the back of your throat. He grunted, a few beads of precum escaping him. You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him as you continued to bob your head.

Taehyung’s pace had slowed down, inserting himself in a slow pace to feel every inch.

You pulled away, licking the tip of Jimin’s cock, your hand still stroking him.

You turned to face Taehyung, holding Jimin’s cock in your hand as you stroked him, your lips planting kisses along his shaft.

He smiled, his eyes watching you as you stroked him.

“I want to be inside of you too, y/n.” Jimin complained.

“Taehyung, share with Jimin.” You told the other man, who didn’t seem pleased with the idea, but sighed and then nodded.

You pulled Jimin to lay down next to you, before straddling his hips, and grabbing his cock, placing it at your entrance. You sunk down on him, your back arching as he slid deep into you.

You moaned, rolling your hips on him as he gripped your hips, and started to thrust into you. You looked over at Taehyung, who was sitting there watching you as he stroked his cock.

You beckoned him closer, and he scooted closer. You stroked him, making him shiver as you massaged his length. You rubbed your thumb over the tip, gathering precum as you spread it over his tip.

Jimin groaned, feeling you clench around him as you bounced on his lap, your breasts bouncing with each bounce.

You placed one hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as you fucked yourself on his cock.

The bed rocked, squeaking with every movement as you bounced up and down on him.

Jimin let out a low groan, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusted into you. You were taking him in all the way, and he was happy.

Taehyung moved, positioning himself behind you, before you felt his cock pushing into your pussy alongside of Jimin.

Your breath hitched, and your head rolled back as you felt them both inside you.

They were both going slow, making love to you as they continued to thrust in and out of you.

Their cocks were hitting different spots, and it was overwhelming. You moaned, rolling your hips as you bounced on their cocks.

You could feel yourself dripping down onto the sheets.

The room was filled with the sound of sex and your moans, and your cries of pleasure.

Taehyung held your hips, as he began to pick up the pace, moving his hips faster.

Jimin pulled you down, kissing you as he held you against him.

They were moving together, their cocks meeting in a perfect rhythm inside of you.

You panted into the kiss, your nails digging into his shoulder as he held you.

Taehyung grunted as he moved faster, and your hands found their way to his thighs, squeezing them as you took in everything they had to offer.

Your mind was completely clouded, and your head was spinning.

You were close, and you knew they were too.

“Fuck me harder…” You whispered.

That was all that needed to be said for them to lose it.

Their movements got erratic, and they were slamming into you as you felt them twitching inside you. You came, your pussy tightening around them as you let out a low cry.

You could feel the bed shifting as they continued to thrust into you, their grunts and moans filling the room as they reached their climax.

Their movements became sloppy, and they came, letting out a low groan and grunting your name as they filled you.

Your movements slowed down, before you laid down on top of Jimin, kissing him as you felt him fill you up some more. You then held Taehyung’s hand, so he wouldn’t feel left out.

You cheered as one of your favorite bands entered the stage and took the crowd by storm, their fans immediately beginning to crowd the stage and the surrounding area.

Taehyung, on the other hand, wasn't even watching the band. He was busy watching you, your smile lighting up your entire face as you swayed your hips to the music and sang along to the lyrics. When you felt his eyes on you, you glanced over at him, smiling at him before you stepped closer and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Are you enjoying the show?" You asked him, giggling.

He shrugged. "I am now," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

You giggled at his words; not sure if it was because you were tipsy or because you were amused by his cheesiness, but nonetheless he made you giggle.

A tap on his shoulder caught him by surprise and he turned around in confusion before a grin made his way to his face.

“Hey!” Jimin greeted cheerfully, (he was Taehyung’s best friend), waving at the two of you.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked, which earned a playful push from Jimin.

“Dude, the same as you two are doing here, obviously, except I don’t have a pretty girl on my arm.”

You smiled at his compliment and reached over to give him a hug, and he hugged you back.

Jimin tagged along with the three of you, and the band was still going strong and performing, so you all decided to continue partying together. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and you were definitely a bit more than tipsy at this point. Your head was spinning, your body felt light, and you couldn’t stop giggling as you leaned into Taehyung for support, who was also quite drunk.

The band played a song that was more on the slower side, so everyone was moving along to the music rather than jumping up and down like they had been earlier.

"Hey," Taehyung murmured in your ear, and you turned around to face him, "want to head back to the van and relax a bit?"

You nodded in response.

“Jimin? You coming with us or staying here?" You asked, turning to his best friend.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

And with that, the three of you walked out of the venue and to the parking lot, where you all stepped into the van; it was one of those fancy ones, the really big vans that had a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen— it was fucking expensive but Taehyung insisted that it would be cool for road trips and it definitely was.

You flopped down on the bed and closed your eyes, your head spinning, and a few seconds later you felt the bed sink a bit, and you opened your eyes to see that it was Jimin, and he was staring at you.

"Y/N, I have been curious for a while... can I ask you something?" He said, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Sure." You responded, curious as to what he wanted to know.

"Your boobs, they look really soft, can I touch them? I've always wanted to feel them."

You laughed, his bluntness amusing you. “Okay.”

He reached his hand forward, and you watched as he gently cupped your breasts through your bra. He squeezed them a few times, and then he looked up at you. "Can I touch you under your shirt?" Jimin asked, his eyes hopeful.

You were feeling bold (probably due to all the stuff you took), and also very turned on, so you nodded. "Go ahead."

With your permission, he pushed your shirt up and over your head, and you sat up and unhooked your bra, letting it fall off of your shoulders. And then before you knew it, you and Jimin were cuddled up, your back rested against the wall as he laid on top of you, sucking on your tits and groping your boobs.

You had one hand resting on his head and the other found it’s way between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your shorts, moaning at the sensation.

Before you knew it, Jimin’s cock was in his hands, and he was pushing your shorts to the side and grinding his erection against your clit before it slipped in and was sliding in and out of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as he pounded into you, the two of you breathing heavily.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so wet, baby," he moaned, thrusting his cock in and out of your pussy, his hips snapping against your ass, "so good, fuck."

You were panting, throwing your head back as his cock slammed into you, over and over.

The door then creaked open, and you looked over to see that it was your boyfriend, standing in the doorway. However, he didn’t seem fazed by the fact his girlfriend was getting fucked by his best friend. Instead, he stepped forward and crawled onto the bed, next to you. He grabbed hold of your face and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips, and you could taste the alcohol on his breath. His fingers trailed to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he continued to kiss you.

Taehyung pulled away, taking in the sight of his best friend’s cock drilling into you.

“Good pussy?” Taehyung asked with a chuckle.

"Very good pussy," Jimin replied, moaning as he thrusted his cock in and out of you, "gonna beat it up so good, gonna fuck it all up," he groaned, his hand reaching down to grab onto your tit.

“Mmhmm, I know how much she likes her pussy getting beat up. Do you like having your pussy beat up, baby?" Taehyung cooed.

You could only whimper, your mouth hanging open and your eyes squeezed shut.

“She loves it, dude, look at her," said Jimin, smirking.

Taehyung watched in awe as you rode his best friend's cock, your walls fluttering around his thick length. Taehyung could no longer ignore his hardening cock, so he reached down and unzipped his jeans, his erection springing free.

You felt him press his cock against your cheek, and you opened your eyes to see him holding his errection, the head rubbing against your cheek.

"You want it, baby?" He asked, and you nodded eagerly, opening your mouth. He guided his cock towards your mouth, and you opened it wider to take it, allowing him to slide it between your lips.

As you sucked on his cock, he ran his fingers over your arms before he held onto your hand and watched as you bobbed your head up and down, slurping and sucking on his shaft, your mouth full of his cock.

“Jimin…” You whined, spreading your legs as far as they could, allowing his cock to slam into you even deeper, and it was driving you crazy.

"What's wrong, miss Tae’s girlfriend? Can't take anymore?" He teased, grinning as he watched your face contort in pleasure, Taehyung’s cock slipping out of your mouth. Jimin grabbed you by the hips, holding you in place as he adjusted himself, fucking you from a deeper angle. Taehyung wrapped your fingers around his shaft, and you started to rub him off, watching as Jimin drilled into you.

"Such a pretty little slut, taking me and Tae's cock, I bet your pussy's just dying to get fucked, isn't it, slut?" Jimin asked with gritted teeth.

You cried out in response, your eyes rolling back in your head, and soon you were cumming, your pussy squeezing and contracting around his cock.

Taehyung stroked himself faster, watching as you came, and Jimin pulled out, wanting to feel your mouth around his cock, while Taehyung took his place, lifting you off the bed and putting you on his lap, facing him.

You sunk yourself onto his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck as you started to ride him, and he thrusted his hips upward, meeting yours.

“Yeah babe, ride my cock just like that, bounce on my dick," Taehyung encouraged, groaning as he watched you bounce up and down on his shaft, his hands resting on your hips.

Jimin stood next to the bed, jerking himself off as he watched you get fucked, and he stepped closer to you and held his cock out, and you immediately took him into your mouth, moaning as you moved your head back and forth, taking him all the way in.

“Love it?” Taehyung cooed, his hands moving to your ass and squeezing your cheeks.

“Love it so much," you managed to say, the two of them thrusting their cocks in and out of you.

"Love your holes filled with my cock and my best friend's, don't you, baby?" Taehyung whispered as he caressed your face.

"Yes, Tae, love it, love cocks so much, please," you begged, your voice a whimper.

"Gonna fuck you until you're sore and can't walk," he said, smirking as he slapped your ass, "want two cocks in your pussy? Think you can handle that?”

“She wants two cocks?” Jimin pulled his errection out of your mouth, stroking himself as he stared at your pussy.

Taehyung lifted you off his dick, turning you around, your back against his chest and his dick pressed against your ass.

"Jimin's cock is nice and big too, so I think it'll be a tight fit. Think you can handle that, babe?"

“Please, want them,” You giggled, rolling your hips impatiently, “put cock in me, I want it."

Taehyung grabbed hold of his cock and pushed the tip into you, and then slowly lowered you down onto him, letting out a hiss as your sweet pussy engulfed him.

You leaned back into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands resting on your stomach. He began to pump his cock in and out of you, his eyes falling closed.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, "love your pussy, so good, babe."

"I love it too," said Jimin, climbing onto the bed, his cock brushing against your thigh, still rock hard. “Where do I put it in? Don’t see space, too tight."

You were about to open your mouth to tell him where to put it, but before you could, Taehyung spoke first.

"Just push it in on top of mine," Taehyung told him, "don't worry, she'll make space."

Jimin did what he was told, and you felt him start to push in, at which you winced and whimpered.

"Shhh, you'll be okay," cooed your boyfriend, his hand going to your clit and rubbing it gently, "just relax and let it happen, baby. Don't worry, we're not gonna hurt you, promise.” He whispered against your ear, before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

“Too tight, too full…” You whimpered, squirming in his arms, but he held you in place, his grip tightening around your waist.

"Baby, I can feel Jimin’s cock, it’s almost in all the way, you feel it too? He's rubbing his cock against mine," said your boyfriend, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, yeah," Jimin breathed, finally pushing his cock all the way in, letting out a deep groan, "fuck, so tight, fuck."

The two of them started to move, and the sensation of having both their cocks inside of you was almost too much to bear.

"Please, don't stop, don't stop," you chanted, tears streaming down your cheeks as they pumped their cocks in and out of you, stretching your pussy even further, filling you up so perfectly.

They both began to speed up, and the room was filled with the sounds of their grunts and moans, along with the sound of your pussy squelching as they fucked it.

"Shit, she's milking my cock," said Jimin, his hands grabbing onto your thighs, pushing your legs back as he drilled into you. Taehyung never lost his rhythm, pounding upwards with a steady pace, his cock hitting all the right places— while Jimin pushed in, Taehyung pulled out, when Taehyung took a break, Jimin didn’t stop, and occasionally you’d be double drilled when they’d both push their cocks in at the same time, the sensations overwhelming and mind numbing.

You cried out as your pussy began to spasm, and soon you were cumming again, the two of them fucking you through it, their dicks continuing to pound into your pussy, not slowing down for a second.

“Oh, oh!” Your eyes rolled back, mouth wide open and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. You didn’t know how you were taking two cocks at the same time, but you were, and it felt amazing.

After the double penetrating, you ended up in the arms of your boyfriend who fucked you missionary style, the two of you making out while he thrusted into you, his tongue down your neck and his hands exploring your body, squeezing your breasts as he enjoyed your pussy. Then after, Jimin took over and fucked you doggystyle, your legs spread and back arched as his cock rammed into you from behind, your ass jiggling each time his hips met yours.

You didn’t know how long the three of you managed to keep it up, but you fell asleep somewhere between the sex, and when you woke up the sun was shining through the curtains and you were wrapped in a blanket.

Taehyung was heard in the kitchen, presumably making breakfast.. or lunch.

You sat up, wincing as your muscles ached and the events of last night replayed in your head.

That was just a fucked up wet dream, right?

Your boyfriend stepped into the room, holding a plate.

What had you so nervous in the first place? It could be the fact you were seventeen minutes late. Or maybe that the dress code for this date had been lost in translation. Or the fact you can't remember the last time you were on a proper date.

No, you were nervous because you were sat across from, possibly, the most beautiful man on the planet. His aura radiated confidence, power and prowess. If you were watching an animal planet documentary, he would be on the top of the food chain. The apex predator.

It was intimidating. You sat on the uncomfortable wooden stool, allowing his dark eyes to consume you. At first glance, they had seemed innocent as if they belonged to a child. It was the first thing you had noticed about the man. However, just as a kid, the initial curiosity had settled. They had been judging you, sizing you up.

They had explored your appearance and features, before glancing at his own watch. Evidently, not pleased with your tardiness. His eyelids relaxed, covering the whites of his piercing gaze. You had weakly smiled at the gesture, offering an apology as you hesitantly took a seat.

Your hands had immediately found a home on your lap, intertwined and sweaty. This had not been the plan for the first interaction. It felt as though you were in the principal's office. Your index finger and thumb pinched your dress as you began to rethink and regret every decision.

You wore a simple mid-length black dress, that hugged your body. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but, before the date, you had googled the location, information that your friend kindly shared. It was a small bar, off the beaten track, hidden in a corner of the buzzing city. A den of sorts. You had thought it was a speakeasy.

Your company for the evening had decided on a much more casual outfit. Denim jeans and a black oversized shirt. You noticed a black leather jacket on the stool next to him, a packet of cigarettes peeking out from the pocket. A tattooed hand caressed a glass of whiskey on the small oak table. Why was he so frightening in this setting?

The bar was quiet. Three other couples and a few stranglers occupied the cosy setting. Your eyes quickly surveyed the area, mapping out a safe escape. Like you were cornered prey.

You don’t know if it was the flames that were ablaze in the fireplace, but the temperature had grown exponentially causing the light makeup to become dewy in the lowly lit room. Lips were dry as you tried to find the words to finally break the silence.

The man silently watched your struggle, enjoying the way you were melting beneath his gaze. He wasn’t a cruel man, but he found it amusing that he had this effect on you. A total stranger.

“Are you okay? You aren’t sick are you?” He teased with a slight smirk appearing across his face, which he graciously hid by raising the glass to his lips.

Your heart snapped, chest tightening. This was utterly embarrassing. “No.” You muttered, ripping the cropped jacket from your body. “Just very hot in here.” His tongue poked at his cheek concealing the smile. His action made the room a thousand times hotter.

“A red wine for the lady.”

Startled, you twisted your body to face the intruder. “I was told that was your go to.” You heard the stupidly handsome man say, as you thanked the bartender who placed the drink in front of you.

“Um, yeah. That was very kind of you. Thank you.” The end of your sentence drifting off into the humid air as you were reminded that you had no idea who he was.

“Jungkook.”

You shyly nodded, as if you were being scalded for not answering a question right. Fuck, this was pathetic. Grabbing the wine glass, you took a gulp. Not very ‘lady-like’, but liquid courage was needed if you were to continue to look this man in the eye.

“Y/N” you answered, wiping the red stain from your lips.

He chuckled at the action. Which for some unknown reason, he thought was cute. But nothing was cute about this scenario.

He had anxiously waited nearly twenty minutes for your arrival. Fingers tapping his empty whiskey glass, silently praying you would show up. He may have had one or two before you arrived, trying to calm his own nerves.

His older friend, Namjoon, had mentioned you multiple times. Telling stories of your shared college years and your friendship. He painted you out to be this outgoing, caring, and smart woman. How if he was ever in trouble, you’d be the person he’d call. Mature, reliable, and loyal. All these attributes were what Jungkook desired in a partner. What he needed.

Admittiedly, Jungkook was lost. His life had been a struggle. He hadn’t found his place in the world yet. But slowly and surely, he could feel himself getting there. Finding himself amongst the masses. And this was his chance.

When Namjoon mentioned you had thought about dating again, Jungkook practically begged him to set up the date. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had been admiring you from afar.

Everything he had learned about you from Namjoon had solidified his interest in you. From your hobbies to your habits. You weren’t a stranger to him. He wasn’t a creep or a stalker. But when your name was mentioned in conversation, his ears perked. Absorbing every minor detail.

The second your frame appeared through the door, Jungkook’s heart plummeted to his stomach. If he was hooked to a monitor, it would’ve flatlined. Completely, entirely beautiful. Jungkook had seen photos of you with Namjoon, at a party or a gathering. But he swore, as cheesy as it sounded, they did you no justice.

But because Jungkook was still a boy a heart, he thought the best way to approach this date was to act cool and reserved. Thus, he mentally slapped himself, gathering composure as you entered the bar and walked towards him.

So the evident awkward atmosphere was also partially his fault.

“Namjoon has mentioned you before” you chirped, distracting Jungkook from the internal beating he was giving himself.

“Oh yeah? Only good things I hope” Jungkook cringed, wanting to slam his face against the table. Jin and his Dad jokes had subconsciously infiltrated his brain.

You giggled causing his ears to ring. Was he dying? If so, an angel sat before him, radiating the kindest, warmest smile he had ever experienced. He wanted to record that moment and put it on a loop for eternity.

The sudden change in Jungkook’s behaviour helped you regain some composure. The hard exterior was slowly breaking in front of you.

Namjoon had forced you onto this blind date. Claiming this guy would be your type. And also pointing out that you owed him for the countless calls he had to endure after your not-so-gracious breakup. Which you had countered by saying ‘that is what friends are supposed to do’ to which he argued ‘the amount of times he had carry you home after a drunken night was excessive’.

Maybe not your finest moment. But your ex had blindsided you, abruptly announcing he wasn’t in love with you anymore.

Namjoon has told you nothing about who you were meeting. Just that he was a friend. But you didn’t know it was that friend.

“Well, he mentioned that you are a bit, um, wild” you admitted, biting your lip as you avoided his stare. Shit, how long have you been running from eye contact at this stage?

Let’s say, Namjoon had once or twice, talked about his dismay regarding his younger friend's actions. His reckless behaviour was not appealing to his friend. They had shared an apartment for exactly twelve months before Namjoon called quits.

Jungkook’s eyes bulged at the discovery that his friend had shit-talked him to his crush. Sighing, his hand swooped through his hair as he concluded that this date was doomed. His chance disappearing before him.

“But” you continued. “He also mentioned how hard-working and determined you are. That you don’t turn away at the first obstacle. Which is admirable.”

Your eyes and his lock. The once intimidating gaze had disappeared, a softer, hopeful one replacing it. You were slightly confused.

“I am still trying to figure it all out honestly.” He spoke, nearly whispering the sentence as if he was ashamed. “I just want to try everything, give everything my all before I decide whether it’s what I want or not. I wouldn’t say that is admirable.” He clarified, chuckling as to mask his anxiety.

Why, of all people, did he think you were the person to expose his deepest feelings? Probably the alcohol. Easiest thing to blame.

“It tells me a lot about the kind of person you are.”

Silence. Jungkook didn’t know what to make of your comment. Was that a good thing? Did you like that kind of person? Absorbed in his thoughts, he stiffened. The awkwardness returning. You grabbed your glass of wine, taking a final sip.

“I am sorry Jungkook, but this doesn’t seem like it’s going to work.”

Shattered, his skin turned pale. A disaster. He couldn’t even spark your interest for longer than thirty minutes. Hesitant, he nodded, chugging down the remains of his own drink.

“No need to apologise Y/N. It was worth a shot” he smiled, trying to hide the heartbreak. He really did think he had a fighting chance. To win over the girl of his dreams.

“Let me walk you home, it is late. Namjoon would kill me if he found out I left you out there by yourself.”

“Thank you, but I only live five minutes away. I will be fine—“

“Please, I insist.”

You debated, maybe it was a bit late to be walking home alone. “If you are sure.”

Jungkook immediately grabbed his jacket, throwing it around his broad frame before gathering your bag and jacket, handing them to you. “Let’s go.”

Thanking him, you wrapped yourself in the light material, clutching the bag as you began to follow him to the exit.

Why did you end the date? Because you could feel him breaking your heart already. He was genuine. Too precious for you. He would promise you the world, and you would take it. But was that fair? No.

You realised, it was too soon. The cuts too deep to heal.

Some things in life are unfortunate, and they break people and leave them there to mend the pieces. You had let your insecurities win yet another mental battle in that moment. You didn’t deserve love. You couldn’t reciprocate it.

His figure cast a shadow on your fragile state as you left behind the possibility of starting over, leaving the warm bar behind and entering the dimly lit street. The cold breeze immediately attacked your skin, but the close proximity of Jungkook protected you from a full slaughter.

Jungkook stopped by the lamppost outside of the newly discovered hellhole, opting to light a cigarette to use the nicotine to ease his pain. A deep inhale allowed the mixture of chemicals to entire his system. He held for a few seconds, feeling the breath on his back copy his actions.

Exhaling, he turned to face you. “Where do you live?”

You blinked, completely forgetting that this man was practically a stranger. Comfort was found in his presence. “Yeah, sorry. Just follow me.”

And so he did. Step in step. He followed you along the quiet, darkened path.

As you began to walk under the rotten blossom trees, sudden ‘pitter patters’ reverberated off the dying leaves.

Just give me a break.

Removing the jacket from your body, you used it as a shield from the wet droplets. Jungkook did the same, using his leather jacket as an umbrella.

Once situated, you began to thread through the night. The path had brightened at the end of the blossom tunnel, and Jungkook’s eyes scanned your upper body. The small cropped jacket offered no protection. Your skin was littered with goosebumps due to the weather conditions.

Without thinking, Jungkook ran to your side, grazing you. He extended his arm, expanding the leather above your head. “Put your jacket back on, you’ll freeze.” He ordered.

Your cheeks dampened even though you were sheltered. Whispering gratitude, you tossed the jacket over your body, hugging yourself for comfort. Your head hung low, watching your feet drag against the floor.

“You don’t need to be kind to me. You shouldn’t.” You said whilst attempting to hide the cracks in your voice. But Jungkook’s eagle ears heard and that was the last straw.

Scanning the surroundings, he saw a porch sheltered by a cabana in the public playground. With a hand on the middle of your back, he guided you to it. You didn’t fight, just accepted it.

The downpour began to gain momentum as you picked up the pace. Once under the stable structure, you finally caved. Your tears flowed rapidly, matching the stream of rain. Cold and vulnerable.

The urge Jungkook felt to protect you, to engulf you, was animalistic. He couldn’t stop himself. He dropped his drenched jacket, wrapping his arms around you. And just like that, you were pulled into his chest, the warmth soothing some of the ache.

His posture softened to cradle you. Moulding himself to your delicate stature. It felt as though not a single inch of your skin was exposed.

He held you like that until your mind stopped racing and breathing slowed. With one last obnoxious sniffle, you unwillingly pried yourself from his body, pressing your hands against his forearms.

With the little courage you had, you looked up at him to offer yet another apology. But you were taken aback, thinking you’d meet the eyes of sympathetic man, yet all you saw was anger. Furrowed brows, a tight jaw with pursed lips.

“I am sorry—“

“Do not apologise. Are you okay? What happened?” Were the first words to leave his system.

Looking at the ground, you felt ashamed. You were supposed to have it all pieced together.

“Who did this to you?” He urged, pleading for you to open up.

“I did this to myself.” You snapped, not at him. At yourself. You pushed the wet strands of hair behind your ears, trying to make yourself a little more presentable.

In your peripheral, you saw a marble bench. Deciding your legs were too weak, exhausted from the exertion you just put your body through, you sat on the hard surface. Jungkook followed, squatting in front of you.

“If it’s any consolation, you look pretty, even when you cry”

“I don’t live far from here”

“Great, so we don’t have much further to walk in the rain” he whited.

Defeated and deflated, you sighed, looking at him with annoyance. He understood the suggestion behind your comment, however, he was not giving up on you just yet.

His knees were to his chest, arms folded neatly. The anger you once observed had dwindled into worry and sympathy. He knew that you were recently single, but didn’t know you were still recovering.

“Y/N” his voice softly echoed. “Talk to me, please. I know you don’t know me that well, but you should know I have cared about you for a while.”

He could immediately sense the change in your posture. “Not like that!” He rushed, not wanting you to feel threatened for a second in his presence. “Namjoon often talks about you. And he speaks so highly, admirably of you. Unfortunately, I can’t say he does the same about me.” He chuckles, in an attempt to ease the tension. Your features soften as you puff out a breath of air from your chest with a small smile.

“Anyways, I have been in awe of you. You sound like the purest person. The person that would be there through thick and thin. I don’t know why, but I gravitate towards you. I just want you all to myself. Tonight I wanted to prove to you that I am deserving of you. That’s why I asked Namjoon to set up this date. I wanted to prove to myself, that I deserve someone like you.” He sported a frown as he continued.

“But I have realised that I still have a lot of growing to do. That I am still immature. The way I acted on that date was stupid, and I am sorry. I was hoping the whole cold-hearted persona act would intrigue you. Foolish, but true.”

Perplexed, you just listened to him ramble. Trying to understand what was unfolding in front of you. He realised he was going off the beaten track, so he gathered himself by taking a slow breath.

“What I want to say, I do care. And I don’t want you in pain. I want you happy and healthy. Want to continue to blossom and bloom, even if I have to observe from afar. But, I- no sorry, you need to get over this obstacle to do so. And I am willing to help.”

Stunned. That is how you would describe yourself at this very moment. This not-so-stranger, had put the ball in your court. Gave you back the responsibility for your life. He didn’t take anything nor ask you for anything.

Although, minutes ago, you felt at your lowest, you were given the opportunity to overcome your hurt, your pain. And you were going to grasp it with two hands.

“Jungkook, I just feel so deflated. But you are right, this is my obstacle to climb. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself about the ‘what-ifs’. I can’t change the past, only heal and move on. And I am so sick of healing.’ You stated the facts. They were loud and clear. No more hiding. And you thought about your behaviour from the past twenty minutes and just laughed.

And you actually laughed. It was buried deep in you, but it lifted such a heavy weight off of you. If this man didn’t think you were crazy, he definitely did now.

To your surprise he joined in, crackling along with your insanity in that moment.

“A genuine laugh too? You are spoiling me now Y/N.”

You pushed his shoulder, rolling your eyes at his playfulness. You let the laughter die down before you decided to be bold. To finally choose you, not hide behind a world of pain any longer.

You placed a hand on top of his, engulfing it like he did with your body earlier. “I want your help.”

Jungkook froze for the umpteenth time that night. “Although I barely know you, I do know you’d be good for me. I just feel it and I can’t explain it. It might take me a while to accept it, but I deserve someone like you Jungkook.”

His mind must be deceiving him. He subtly pinched the skin on his arms, hoping you wouldn’t notice in case this was real. “And you deserve me and then some.”

Jungkook caved. His entire world collapsed around him. The evening took a one-eighty turn. He didn’t know how to respond, to hear the validation he craved. He was good enough.

Jungkook sprung to his feet, posture as straight as a pin as he ran his hand along his face, a smile erupting. Heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs as he processed your words. Mimicking his sudden movements, you rose to stand directly in front of him. Millimetres between your exhausted bodies.

Silence returned, but of a different kind. More like tension. Neither one of you knew what to do next. Both of you in shock from the unravelling that had just taken place in the children’s playground.

His eyes scanned your face, looking for something. A sign or signal. Something to help him determine his next move. Your eyes were like glass, their fragility reflecting in the moonlight. Cheeks wet, hair clumped and lip swollen. Although the scene was tragic, it was too much for the weakened man.

It was beautiful. You were beautiful.

Taking the initiative, he gently cupped your elbows causing your bodies to collide. A warmth engulfing the new couple.

Your forearms raised ninety degrees, hands finding comfort on his waist. Your fingers gripped the dampened material, gazing into his eyes. Pleading for something. Anything.

The world stopped, faith or gravity or Namjoon, whatever overseeing power was at play, had brought you together in this moment. It felt as if this was written in the stars, like this was supposed always to happen.

You and Jungkook.

Time was slow, everything in slow motion as Jungkook inched closer to your face. His neck concaving to allow his lips to hover over yours. His hot breath on your skin added to the warmth, sparking a fire in the middle of the abandoned park.

His eyelids became heavy, partially shielding his magnetic eyes. His pink tongue poked from his tight lips, swiping it across his dry lips. The small piece of metal embedded near the corner of his lips caught your attention as the coldness grazed you, as if testing the waters.

Seconds passed while Jungkook waited for any signs of hesitation or a change in body language. Giving you the opportunity to leave. But nothing.

Your eyes were wide open when your lips finally collided, crashing together to add more fuel to the burning flames. It was surreal, the way it was gentle but rough all at once. His lips rested against yours with force. Squished together, praying that this was real.

Your eyes collapsed, fingers tightening against his shirt, pulling his hips closer. He reciprocated your need, his hands trailing to the middle of your back, spread wide as they guided you towards him.

Both of your minds were turned to mush, completely enthralled in the moment. In the kiss. Every naturally born instinct had malfunctioned, both of you losing your breath.

Reluctantly, you pulled back, still retaining the strong grip on his clothing. You focused on your breath, allowing your heartbeat to return to a normal pace. Your eyes remained closed, knowing that if you even looked at Jungkook you would hyperventilate.

Jungkook was hyperaware. His senses turned up to the maximum as if he were Spider-Man in the middle of a war. He could feel your heartbeat through his hands, gradually slowing down. His ears honing in on your irregular breaths, drowning out the sound of the continuous droplets of rain against the roof. Eyes consuming you, all of you. His tongue licked his own skin as he did, tasting the strawberry lip balm you applied to his. But it was the smell of your perfume that was turning him into a madman. It was too real.

Once you felt stable, you opened your eyes staring at his black shirt which was stretched tightly across his torso due to your grip. Realising you were probably ruining the elasticity of it, you let go. Jungkook followed suit, releasing his hold on you, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of denim jeans. He shifted his centre of gravity onto the ball of his feet.

“Sorry” he mumbled, tongue playing with the warmed metal in his lip.

“Please don’t be” you weakly begged. You didn’t want him to regret that moment. “That was nice.”

His eyebrow piercing perked. “Only nice?”

Your lips curled, cheeks heated. “Maybe a bit more than that.” You giggled, like a five year old girl who was admitting her crush.

Jungkook dipped down stealing a single kiss. A simple peck. “Definitely more than that.”

Your eyes shot up, finding the courage to meet the man’s enchanting gaze. Bringing a hand to his sharp jaw, your thumb caressed his cheek. “Yeah maybe.”

The whole situation was so gentle. Sweet and innocent. As if it was written in a novel about young love. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Jungkook, with the biggest smile on his face, grabbed your hand pulling you towards the waterfall that was falling at the edge of the cabana. He swiftly bent, grabbing his jacket off the floor, swooping it over your head. “Better keep up.” He playfully smirked.

And then, he starts jogging. You gasped, laughing as you tried to catch up, trying to limit the exposure to the rain. Grabbing his shirt, you slowed him down, allowing you to wrap an arm around his back. He looked down, adjusting the makeshift cover to ensure you were sheltered.

You both continued to run through the rain, guiding him by pointing your finger. No words were shared, just laughter.

You made it to your house in no time thanks to all the adrenaline that ran through your veins. Grabbing your keys from your purse, which you somehow didn’t lose through the entire rollercoaster, you opened the door, crossing the threshold. You shook your body like a dog, removing extra water droplets that had built up on your frame.

Jungkook remained outside, still holding his jacket above his head. Admiring how cute you looked. “You can come in.” You insisted, shifting your body to the side, giving him room to enter.

His cheeks hollowed, jaw tightened and Adam’s apple bobbed. Nervous. Slowly, he brought one foot across the threshold. His boba eyes evident as he soaked in your home. Once again, his inner child appeared. Carefully, the other foot crossed over, his body awkwardly turning to keep the sodden jacket outside.

“It’s gonna make a mess” he concluded as his efforts to try and remove some of the wetness rendered useless.

Your eyebrows furrowed trying to find a solution to the problem. “One second.”

Kicking off your shoes, you ran into the living room, grabbing an unused clothes hanger. Carrying it towards the entrance where Jungkook stood. His posture hilariously reminded you of those standing still memes. Pursing your lips, you tried to hide the laugh from escaping.

You extended the legs of the hanger, placing it above the mat at the front door. “You can leave it on there. Maybe it will dry a bit.”

He nodded, tossing the jacket onto the hanger, cringing when he saw the water droplets soak the mat underneath. “You can take off your shoes”

Jungkook gulped, his throat restricting. “Yeah, I will, uh, call a taxi. Should be here soon.”

“You don’t have to go so soon.” You tested, leaning against the wall. “Our first date went, well, not-so-great. But I want to make amends.”

“So soon?” He choked as he wasn’t expecting an invitation.

“Don’t want the night to end I guess.”

You turned away, walking towards the kitchen. Praying that he would follow. But you wanted to give him the opportunity to make his choice and not pressure him with your looming presence.

Grabbing two wins glasses from your cabinet, you hoped when you faced back towards the kitchen island, a figure would greet you. And your wish was granted.

“I don’t have any whiskey. I hope wine is okay?” You asked, as you grabbed an unopened bottle from the countertop.

“Thank you. Wine is perfect.”

Placing the bottle down, you grabbed a corkscrew from the cutlery drawer. Jungkook walked to the corner of the island placing a hand on the bottle. His free palm was extended flat towards you. “Let me.”

Handing him the bottle opener, he got to work removing the cork from the bottle. The veins in his arms flared as he twisted the screw, bottom lip tucked into his teeth. So domestic. So hot.

Fumes oozed from the longneck bottle as it popped, dragging you out of your thoughts. Eyes snapped towards the glasses to avoid getting caught. He tipped the bottle, allowing the red fluid to pour into the empty glass, creating thick waves in the confined space.

“Thank you Jungkook.”

“No thank you Y/N. Spoiling me. This looks like good wine.” He commented, not because he was a wine connoisseur, but because the label looked fancy.

“I only use it on special occasions.” You admitted, bringing the filled glass up to your lips.

Jungkook did the same, soaking up the view in front of him. Your pupils were tucked seductively behind your lids as you made eye contact with him. He couldn’t tell if it was on purpose.

You looked so pretty, so raw. Lips were swollen, skin puffy, clothes wet, and hair rustled. Jungkook was in awe. His mind wandering.

“Special huh. What makes this so special?”

“It’s like a new chapter I suppose. Drinking to a new beginning.” You shrugged, taking another sip.

Jungkook liked the sound of that. “To a new chapter.” He toasted, tipping his glass towards you.

Catching onto the memo, you clinked glasses. “To a new chapter.” You confirmed before joining Jungkook with a celebratory sip.

Resting the drink on the countertop, you finally took in your appearance from the reflection that was in the glass. “I look like a wet dog.”

“I have a dog. Bam.” Jungkook announced. “Doesn’t look like you when he gets wet. Would be nice if he did.”

You chuckled at his weird attempt at a compliment. “Thanks I guess.”

“No- no. I uh- I wasn’t comparing you to my dog. Nothing like that. Just trying to say you don’t look like a wet dog. You are much more breathtaking.”

Fuck. Why him? He was too good to be true. Too sweet. Like sugar. He would probably end up poisoning you, but right now, was too addicting.

You couldn’t stop what your body did next. Leaning forward to kiss him. It was a peck. But it had Jungkook turning into putty. Before you could go too far, his lips chased yours, crashing into them again. Not letting you slip away.

His arms caged you against the countertop, hands gripping the edge. Your hands fled to find safety on his chest. His lips started to move against yours. Working to find a slow, steady rhythm.

He couldn’t stop, you were too delicious. Your hands travelled further north, resting around his neck, fingers threading through his wet locks. Pulling him impossibly close. Nose pumping as you moved frantically wanting to devour him.

One of his hands moved to your hips, pulling you towards his own. Your back was curved into a c-shape as you moulded to his body. Things were getting messy, hands and bodies continuously colliding. The hand on your hip, slid under your thigh, pulling you up to sit you on the counter.

As you slid on the flat surface, you bumped one of the glasses. You gasped, closing your eyes waiting for the clashing sound. However, it never came, Jungkook’s fast reflexes preventing the fall. “Whoa, easy there.” He teased, settling the glass.

The near accident had broken the momentum. “Sorry, was eager.”

Jungkook shamelessly scanned your body, taking note of every detail. “Yeah? What has you so eager pretty girl?”

The question had you wanting to shrink. Shrivel into nothing. His demeanour overpowering you. You tucked your head into his chest, saving yourself the embarrassment. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head. You noticed how wet his shirt was as you leaned against it.

“You are soaked.”

“That’s supposed to be my line baby.” Jungkook smirked as you slapped his shoulder, pushing yourself off his chest.

“Such a playboy.” You groaned hoping down off the countertop. “You will get a cold. I will get you a change of clothes. Come on.”

And there is that caring woman Namjoon has mentioned. Jungkook followed you, into what he believed to be your room. You bent down to grab some oversized sweats causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge from their sockets. Fuck.

“Here.” You said, extending your arm backwards to hand him the clean clothes. You continued to grab a pair for yourself, before straightening your posture.

“I’ll get changed in the bathroom.” You announced. “Actually, do you want to take a quick shower? To warm up?”

His jaw dropped. Your cheeks heated when you realised the innuendo that left your lips.

“I, fuck, not-“ “Will I be alone?”

He took a step forward, eyes burrowing into you. “Because I would be willing to take a shower if it’s with you.” He admitted, loving the effect he had on you.

Your words were stuck in your throat. Yes, you wanted to shower with him. But fuck, shower sex wasn’t the way you wanted to get the first taste of him.

Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook lowered his head, his lips fanning your ear. “Or I can think of another way to warm up.”

The whisper caused you to shiver, arms reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt. “Please.”

The beg was instinctive. It ticked off his biology, his primal need. Like a scavenger, he was ready to attack. His hands cupped your face, forehead resting against yours. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me.”

Your eyes connected, radiating the need and want that resided within you. “All yours Jungkook. Please.”

You barely finished the sentence before his lips were on yours again. Lips dancing with one another, teeth clashing as he desperately tried to get closer. You were the first to slip in a tongue, wanting to taste the poisonous sugar. He groaned, hands slipping down to your hips.

Tongues battled as he began to walk backwards, pulling you along for the journey. His legs hit the bed, knees collapsing to sit him down on the mattress. Your body chased him, crawling onto his lap, lips never disconnecting. You cringed once you realised the wet clothes were ruining the sheets. Jungkook felt your nose crinkle against his. “What’s wrong. Tell me.”

“We are wet and my mattress.” You whimpered.

“Fuck you are so cute.” He pecked your lips. “We can solve that issue real fast baby.”

His fingertips grazed your calf, just below your dress. “Can I take this off?”

You shyly nodded, scooting closer to him, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. His fingers tucked under your dress, pulling it up over your knees. It snapped, jumping to your upper thigh. His lips connected with your clavicle, licking and sucking at the skin. The dress was pulled further north, his hands resting at your hips.

“I’m so lucky. Fuck. Baby, lift your arms for me.” He murmured against your skin.

Immediately you followed his order. In hindsight, it was a bit pathetic. You responded as if the words had come from a police officer. You could see an eyebrow quirk below you, his teeth grazing the abused skin before leaning back.

His hands pulled the bunched dress up your body, uttering praise as he did. “Such a good girl. A goddess. Look at how beautiful you are.”

You were left in your underwear, dress thrown onto the ground. He was still fully dressed making your stomach twist and turn. The power he had over you in that moment, you felt weak. Your fingers played with his wet shirt, avoiding eye contact once again.

“Why don’t you get me undressed baby. We don’t want the water to seep into the mattress.”

Letting your hands fall, you started with his belt. Letting the metal clank as you undid it. You bit your lip when you saw how his hardness was sitting straight and pretty against the wet denim. The tips of your skin grazed it. Shit.

He watched as your stomach tightened, hips jerked. “Got me so hard. You like it baby?” Eyes focusing on your covered centre. “Are your panties wet because of the rain?”

You whimpered causing his hips to thrust upwards. Fuck, you sounded so good. Too good. He couldn’t handle the strip tease any longer. He ripped the shirt from his body.

With his skin finally disclosed, his waist looked tiny compared to his shoulders. The temptation, the teasing, it was all too much. Jumping off his lap, you unbuttoned his jeans, frantically pulling them off his hips. He aided by lifting his hips.

Both of you stilled in your naked frames. Staring into each other’s eyes with hunger and greed. Jungkook scooted up the bed, moving away from the wet patch. His abs were contracted as he sat, pecks flexed as he patted his bare lap. “Come back to me baby. Let me take care of you. You deserve it.”

And you were not going to deny him. You crawled into the bed, as seductively as you could, and found your home on his lap. Lips tangling once again. His hands immediately gravitated to your hips, pulling them to his clothed cock.

The first touch had you both in a trance. You both let out moans of pleasure. It was so warm, so hard, so inviting. “You never answered my question. Are you panties wet because of the rain?” He repeated, guiding your hips against his.

“Yes.”

“Really? Are you lying to me pretty?”

“No.”

He smirked, moving one of his hands to your front. His fingers grazed your clit, a whine escaping your lips at the slight contact. A finger slipped the material to the side, dipping into the true source of the wetness. “Now why would you lie? That is not what a good girl would do.”

Your hips grind against the single finger, needing more friction. “Sorry. I was embarrassed. Please.”

“You promise you’ll be good. Good for me. Don’t I deserve that baby?”

“Only for you.” You stated.

Pleased with your answer, he flipped you onto your back. Lips exploring your neck as his hips continued to grind against you. Your knees were bent, toes curled. He hovered over you, one forearm rested against your head, a hand cupping your head. The other placed on your thigh, holding you close to him.

His lips travelled south, sucking and licking, his way down to his desired destination. Small purple marks littering your bare skin. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your covered mound. Fingers curling around the band. He sat on his heels, lips swollen as he drowned in the picture below him.

“Look so beautiful.” He groaned, grabbing your left calf, lifting it up into the air to kiss the inner side. “No need to feel embarrassed around me, ever.” He placed your leg on his shoulder. “Fuck, you are so good to me. Got me so hard baby. So close to cumming, haven’t even gotten a taste.”

“Please Jungkook.”

“Yeah baby, I know.” He started to pull the material from your body. “Let me?”

You nodded, lifting your hips allowing him to remove them with ease. He admired the view, sitting patiently on his feet. Folds glistening and messy. He wanted to make them so much more messier. His thumb rubbed up and down the exposed heat, playing with his food. “I won’t be able to stop. Tell me what you like baby. Please.”

Your hips buckled against his skin. “Just want you. Want your tongue. Now, please.”

“So good. Keep using your words beautiful. Sound so perfect.”

Before you could respond, his head dipped between your legs. The hands on the underside of your knees kept you nice and wide for him. His tongue wasted no time, licking a wipe stripe along your slit before placing his lips on your aching clit.

He growled against it, vibrations sent through your body sending your hands flying to his hair. Gripping the curly locks as you prepared yourself. You could feel him smiling before his lips engulfed the bundle of nerves. A light suck had your back arching off the bed. His hands had to anchor you down by pushing on your hips.

You laid there, allowing Jungkook to devour you. Licking and sucking every inch of the silky folds. His tongue tested and tried every technique, flat, pointed, circling, flicking. Until he found the one that made you cry out. Using precise movements, he continued to eat. And he ate and ate until your body screamed out.

“Jungkook, I am going to cum. So close.”

Pausing for a moment, he propped himself higher on his elbows. “Tell me baby, what do you need. Want my fingers too?”

You couldn’t respond, just whimpered. Hips raising to get closer to him again. “Greedy.” He muttered.

His lips connected back to your cunt, continuing to cover his face with your juices. His fingers joined the party, prodding at your weeping entrance. Slipping one finger, he gauged your response. You were in pure bliss.

Using a single finger, he moved it slowly, exploring your walls. The warm tongue that played with your clit had you begging for more. All you wanted was him. To be full of him. Only him.

He obeyed your pleas, adding another finger. His precise movements picked up the pace. The ‘come here' gesture made you lose your mind as it grazed against a very sensitive spot. Your breath hitched, fingers tightened against his long locks.

Jungkook didn’t dare stop. Even when you tried to run from the slaughter, he kept you pinned. “Fuck, Jungkook. Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, the knot in your stomach snapping.

It exploded, the pleasure flooding your veins. Your head was light as you began to float. He continued, guiding you through your orgasm. He let you ride it out, slowing down when he felt your thighs twitch.

As you calmed, your eyes focused on the man you had to thank for the pleasure. And the view was sinister. His face was glistening with your wetness, covering his reddened plump lips, puffy cheeks, and chin. His eyes had darkened with lust. He kissed your inner thigh, slightly biting the skin.

He glanced back to where he removed himself minutes ago. “One last taste baby.”

His tongue ran from your clit to your hole, having one last lick. You whined at the overstimulation. “I know. But looked too good. Taste so much sweeter when you cum.”

“Fuck Jungkook, please. You talk so much. I can’t.” You huffed.

“Do you not like me talking to you? Don’t like hearing what I want to do to you? How I want to fold you in half and give you what want. Let my cock finally get a taste.”

You let out a pathetic cry. You wanted to hear it all. But you swear you could just cum from his voice if he continued. “Please. Want it. Want it right now.”

He climbed up the bed, straddling your thigh to allow his own thigh to press against your abused cunt. You could feel his hard member pressed against you, a wet patch present where his sensitive member sat. His upper body hovered above you, kissing the tops of your tits. “Did I neglect these gorgeous? M’sorry.” He slurred.

He pulled the flesh from the cups, kissing the newly exposed skin. The juices that remained on his skin smeared across your chest as his tongue swirled your nipple. You pushed down on his thigh, needing him. “Need your cock.”

“You are not too sensitive? We can kiss some more.”

“No.” You pleaded. “I love it. I want it.”

He moved to the other nipple. Circling and sucking on the darkened skin. “Fuck, tell me to stop if it’s too much. Condoms?”

He removed himself with a pop, following to where your fingers were pointing. He grabbed a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. Quickly, he stripped the Calvin’s from his body, freeing his red, angry member.

You whimpered at the sight. Everything about him was too good. Too perfect. His large thighs, small waist, broad shoulders. His rustled hair, his tattoos. His structured facial features. And now, his curved, thick cock. Decorated with a large vein that protruded through the gentle skin from the base to the wet tip.

It throbbed as he ripped the condom open with his teeth. He pinched the top, rolling it down his length. It was all too attractive. You rose from the bed to where he kneeled. You grasped his shoulders, crashing your lips. His arms wrapped around your back, gelling your body together as you got lost in the kiss.

Using all your strength, you twisted his body, trying to lower him onto the bed back first. He complied, grunting as his body collapsed onto the firm mattress. You climbed onto his lap, hands on his chest.

His fingers dug into your hips, anticipating your next move. “Help me.” You pleaded raising your hips.

His hips thrusted upwards, missing the contact already. “Want you to put it in.” You begged.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, believing that was the hottest thing he ever heard. Although you were in total control in this position, you were giving him some power.

Spitting in his hand, he brought it down to his aching cock, spreading it along his length. He pressed the tip against your sodden folds, running it up and down. He rubbed it against your clit making you hiss. “Please, need it now. Been good.”

“So good for me. Just wanted to tease you baby. So cute.”

He moved his sensitive head back to your entrance, he could feel the vacuum, wanting to suck him in. You slowly sank down, inch by inch. Fingernails sank into his chest, leaving behind those beautiful crescents. He swore he would get them tattooed. Immortalise your touch.

It took everything for Jungkook to not pull you down and force you to take his full length. His tongue poked at his lip piercing, trying to focus on anything else. Your warmth consumed him entirely. He swore he could cum right there and then.

Meanwhile, you were shutting down. The stretch, the pleasure flooding your thoughts. The sensitivity of your cunt making you cry out as you continued to take length. Once you felt your thighs meet his torso, you let out a breath, giving you time to adjust. He sensed your struggle. He traced shapes along your side, cooing you. “Doing so good baby. Feel so tight. So wet.”

The praise that slipped from his lips, brought you back to reality. A sense of accomplishment pounding in your chest. You had this man below you mewling as you shuffled to find a comfortable position. “So big Kookie.”

“Fuck” he growled, thrusting upwards. “Yes baby, I am your Kookie.”

Unable to stay still any longer, you began to slowly lift your hips up, before slamming back down. Your hands on his chest acted as a stabiliser. Gave you the support you needed to find a steady, hard rhythm.

Your head was thrown back, feeling him filling you up repeatedly had you going cross-eyed. Moans and groans filled the room. Heavy pants as you continued to relish in the pleasure. The air thickened as a thin layer of precipitation glossed your skin.

Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you looked so demanding and yet so elegant. Your lips parted with endless curses escaping, mixed with your cries. He watched as your cunt engulfed his cock, a white ring forming at the base. He loved you like this.

A certain stroke, had you collapsing. His tip digging somewhere deep within you, ecstasy shooting through your nervous system, paralysing you. His hands wrapped around your back, holding you close. “You okay? Too much?”

He was anxious, you had just suddenly stopped, screaming in pleasure, or so he hoped. “Your cock, too much.”

“Wanna stop? Take a break?”

“No, please. Kookie. Don’t stop.”

He kissed your temple, his torso rising off the bed. You were glued to him, not moving an inch. He folded his legs beneath you, with you sitting on top, legs hugging his waist. “This okay baby? This position?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know if I have the energy.” You admitted, a bit embarrassed.

He kissed along your clavicle, his hands worked to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. He kissed each shoulder, before kissing you once again. Slow and steady. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

Grabbing your ass, he squeezed as he began grinding you against him, his cock nestled deep within your warm walls. He rocked you slowly, lips attacking every inch of his skin. This position was very intimate. It felt like you were under a spotlight, skin burning, goosebumps decorating your skin.

But it felt so good, your clit being stimulated by the collision when he pulled you forward. Your head was thrown back, embracing the feeling of his lips and his cock. Fingers digging into his scalp as he started to pick up the pace.

It was sloppy, like dry humping, both desperate to feel close. Jungkook was cracking, he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. Your walls fluttered against him, contacting, tightening. “Y/N so close, shit.”

“Please cum.” You cried, beginning to rut against the man.

A primal grunt ripped through him. “You give me one more baby.”

Pulling his head away from your tits, you looked him in the eyes. Pupils dilated as if he had indulged on a class A drug. “Harder.” You begged.

Although this position was wonderful, and, oh, it was incredible, you knew it would take you a while to reach your high. Jungkook understood, immediately pushing you backwards. His cock slipped causing you to whimper at the loss.

He chuckled as he aligned himself before sinking back in, stilling once his pelvis touched yours. “So needy, so desperate. I was trying to be nice for you. But you just want it hard. You want me to be hard baby? Want me to take control?”

“Please fuck me.” You growled, so turned on.

“You ask for it, you get it baby.”

His hips snapped back before plummeting back in. So deep, so strong. Your body ricocheted, slightly moving up the bed. But he was caving you in, his elbows placed above your shoulders as he continued to pound into you. No where for you to run. Your fingernails carved into his back, trying to ground yourself.

“Kook” you panted, the knot immediately tightening in the pit of your stomach.

“Play with that pretty clit for me.”

Obeying the command, you swiftly move your hand to your swollen clit. The pleasure was intense, every inch catching flames. You couldn’t stop the sounds that fled. To muffle them, you attacked his neck and ear. Kissing and sucking the soft, dampened skin.

This action only encouraged him. He was panting, moaning in your ear as he continued the inhuman pace. It didn’t take long for him to feel your walls grip him, clamping him down. Making it nearly impossible to move. Your chest rose, tits pressing against him. The hand on his back, seeked refuge in his locks. Toes curled and legs shaking.

A wail erupted from you, as the knot finally snapped. You were overcome with the pleasure, black spots in your vision, ears ringing. You could barely hear Jungkook praising you through your high.

“Cum. Please.” You pleaded, voice horse and husky. Fuck everything about you was so hot.

Jungkook, who was solely focused on your pleasure, realised he compressed his own. Suddenly he felt his heavy balls, his stomach begging for release. He needed a bit more stimulation. But he didn’t want to risk hurting you. “Fuck feel so good, can I pull out. Wanna paint you baby.”

“Yes, please. Wanna see you cum.”

As he pulled out, the movement nearly made him blow. Raising up on his knees, he whimpered as he tore the condom from his body, admiring how it was covered in your essence. What a waste.

His hand gently swiped through your folds, gathering your juice to use as lube. Perking up on your forearms, you watched as he wrapped it around his cock. One pump, two pump, his thighs began to quake, stomach tightened, his abs carved along his abdomen. He was groaning and grunting, telling you how good you felt. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure. Sitting up, you reached forward, fingers grazing the vein that had caught your attention along his cock.

“Fuck. Shit.” His eyes snapped open at the new set of hands that joined his. He saw you lean forward, lips apart, tongue flat. As soon as your tongue met the precum that was pouring out of his tip, he lost it.

He moaned your name, a hand holding your hair as you took him into his mouth. Two bobs of your head and he was crying out. “Baby I am cumming. Wanna cum.”

You hummed around his tip. And the champagne popped. His cum flooded your tastebuds. The explicit sounds were pornographic. He couldn’t stop as his cum painted your mouth.

He kept pumping the length that wasn’t in your mouth causing him to whine as he purposely overstimulated himself. You pulled back, stunned as you saw how hard was. Although you couldn’t see, you knew you had swallowed a large amount.

“Sorry baby. It felt too good.” He whimpered. “Can’t stop.”

His cock was so pretty. So angry, so wet. His hand glided easily, pushing more precum from his little slit. Finally coming out of your orgasmic haze, you smirked. Pushing your tits together, you looked through your bashful eyelids. “You wanted to paint me Kookie. So paint me.”

His mouth was agape, no sound exiting as he just admired you sitting below him, looking so sexy and cute all at the same time. In the blink of an eye, a second orgasm crept up.

He watched as the spurts of white cum pumped out of his cock, landing on your beautifully marked skin. He sounded so submissive as his overstimulated and abused cock throbbed and twitched in his tight grip.

The pain suddenly overtook the pleasure, causing him to release his limp cock. He collapsed on top of you as you both settled on the bed, heavy breaths being shared. He tucked his head into the nook of your neck, leaving light wet kisses.

Realising that he was probably crushing you, he rolled over, pulling you with him. His hand rubbed your back, trying to calm you and your own aftershocks.

In your post-sex blissful state, you thought about the night's events. From the blind date, the playground, and then finally, to the bedroom. You just laughed. It was comical.

Jungkook didn’t know why you laughed, but it was contagious, and so he joined in. Chuckling along with you. He was honestly just happy to be there. To be with you in that moment.

Gathering composure, you rested your chin on his chest. “I mean this date was something else.” You joked, poking at his cheek. “You have a different kind of charm Jeon Jungkook.”

“Hopefully that charm worked on you.” He quirked, pushing away the fallen locks from your face.

“Seeing as we are just laying here in your cum, I think it worked.”

Jungkook scrunched his nose at the reminder. The sticky sensation between your bodies became evident. “Yeah sorry about that. I, um, don’t know why, I just wanted to feel your skin. But come on.” He tapped your ass making you giggle. “Let’s get us cleaned up.”

You hummed in agreement, getting off of him, scooting to the side of the bed, letting your legs touch the ground. The stiffness in your legs was obvious as you tried to rise. Jungkook had no issues, doing some kind of parkour to get off the bed.

He walked over to you offering a hand, to which you gladly accepted. He smiled watching you struggle, pride erupting through his chest. Yeah, I did that.

You wrapped a hand around his waist, like you did when you ran home in the rain. He guided you to the en-suite bathroom. “Shower?” He asked, kissing your temple.

“Please. But no funny business.” You warned, pointing at his dick.

He chuckled, raising his hands as you walked towards the open shower, twisting the handles to allow the hot water to run. You stood underneath the stream, loving the warmth. Jungkook admired the way the relaxation overcame your body. Your shoulders shrunk, eyes closed.

Jungkook almost felt guilty joining you in your little paradise. He tip-toed in, not wanting to disturb. Your eyes pried open as you heard the squeak of the porcelain floor. He looked so small, so hesitant. “Come here, the water is so nice.” You insisted, grabbing his wrist to guide him closer.

He stood there, a frown on his face as he watched the water trickle down your body. “I will have to paint you again soon. I miss the picture already.”

“Mister, no funny business.”

Jungkook chuckled at your stern voice. Once again, his hands were raised in defence. “Let me clean you.” He said grabbing your loofa, pouring body wash onto it. “No funny business.” He clarified.

It was your turn to laugh, letting him wash your body. His hands caressed every crevice, paid attention to every inch. His lips kissed the newly made marks, ensuring they got the extra attention they deserved.

Returning the favour, you cleaned his body, giving extra care to the marks and scrapes. The shower was like a second round, so intimate, but without any sexual intention. It was weird, but so nice.

“Sorry about the scrapes.” You apologised as you dried your bodies, seeing the marks through the mirror. They looked raw. Sore.

He furrowed his brows, looking over his shoulder. The deep marks visible. “Might not wear a shirt for a while. Need an ego boost.”

You squinted your eyes, scolding him as you playfully pushed his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. I like them. Nearly as much as the person that made them.” He kissed your cheek. “Let me grab some clothes.”

And with that, he exited the bathroom leaving you with your thoughts. Was this moving to fast? He is a stranger, right? You can’t be doing this, you’ll just end up getting hurt. He doesn’t know you. Doesn’t know all your quirks and habits, your pet peeves. Why would he be so invested all ready. Throwing around confessions like that. Is there something I am missing?

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, placing the clean clothing on the sink. He could see you were consumed with thoughts, standing still in the middle of the bathroom.

“Jungkook, I just don’t understand you. We barely know one another but you seem so certain that this will work.” You wrapped your body in a towel, opting to not be in your most vulnerable state for this conversation.

Jungkook had his boxers on already. His cheeks hollowed, biting his cheek. “Y/N, I don’t know how to answer that without sounding insane.”

“The truth.” You simply stated.

He ran a hand through his wet locks, gripping the roots. “I just- fuck. I have been admiring you for a while. Namjoon mentions you a lot, and the person he talks about, that is the person I want. Look I can’t say this will work, but I want to give us a try. And I have always had a habit of jumping in head first. I am sure Namjoon has mentioned my lack of patience.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the small smile. Yeah, Namjoon has mentioned it a few times.

“But one thing I can promise, I will give you everything. All of me. I don’t expect you to accept it all now, I know you are still recovering. But I just want you to know I am willing and ready to be by your side as you pick up those pieces.”

Maybe this was too good to be true. But what if it was true? You have always been so calculated, but tonight had been the first time in a long time you just did, not think. And it had been amazing. Not a single regret. So maybe you should be crazy for once.

You stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around him. Hugging him. He immediately reciprocated the action. Holding you tight.

You smiled, biting your bottom lip and looking into Chan’s eyes.

"Thank you! You fucked me so good." 

It wasn't a lie, but also, you would be unfair if you said that you thought about someone other than Jungkook while Chan was fucking you. After all, the whole point there was Jungkook. 

Ever since you received that video two days ago of Mi-Nyeo sucking Jungkook's dick, you knew you needed to get revenge. You wouldn't let him win, not at all. So, you were at a party and you chose your ally, Chan. He was perfect: hot, with a dirty look and a big dick energy. He smiled at you and you knew it was going to be easy. And, to make things better, Jungkook adored him.

Jungkook hated you, on the other hand, he hated you so much that fucking you was the best way he knew to relieve the tension. And you've hated him too for as long as you can remember, since you were ten and neighbors. 

Everything got worse in high school when you competed for a scholarship to the same college. You won, of course, but he came so close that they gave him a scholarship too. The tension only grew when you were in college, reaching an unbearable level. But one day you discovered that you guys fucked really well. And you couldn't deny that his cock was the best you'd ever had. But when the casual sex started to get more intimate, with you sleeping together, smiling at each other for no reason, you sleeping with his shirt because it smelled like him and you liked it, even though you were alone and there was jealousy on both sides, you decided to end it all. 

Jungkook was so nervous. He didn't leave it easy, the same night you finished everything, he sent you the fateful video. And today he was going to receive one too – a video of you covered in Christopher Bang's cum. 

You walked down the hallway of your dorm and you heard Jungkook's heavy footsteps, you looked at him who was already close enough to press you against the wall with his body. 

“You dirty bitch” he spat the words at you, close enough for you to smell his drunken breath. You laughed ironically rolling your eyes.

"Don't you like it?" You raised your eyebrow and challenged him. 

He pressed his hips against yours even more, taking a hand to the strands of your hair and pulling them, making you moan.

“Disgusting” Jungkook uttered through his teeth. 

"Let me go!" you shouted and he obeyed you. 

“I’ll never look you in the face again, Y/N,” Jungkook said, making you shrug your shoulders.

“I couldn’t care less,” you said with a dismissive tone, trying to sound as convincing as possible as you walked into your dorm. "Now if you'll excuse me." you murmured, closing the door slowly, trying to give him enough time to enter. You wanted him in and that was part of the plan. Jungkook took a while, but he placed his hand on his door, taking a step into his bedroom and then slamming the door. 

You looked at him, suppressing a smile, satisfied that your plan was going exactly the way you wanted. Jungkook kisses you in desperation, hatred, anger, in an animalistic way. You reciprocate, biting his lower lip remembering the video he had sent you. You ran your hands through his hair and he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you towards him tightly, your bodies colliding and his hands running over the crop top you were wearing and taking it off of you. 

Jungkook just removes his mouth from yours to slide his lips down your neck, running his tongue along your collarbone and leaving several hickey marks on your skin until he reaches your sternum bone, where he scrapes his teeth, then grabbing your nipple with his mouth. Jungkook sucks hard, gives a light bite and runs his tongue up and down your nipple, sucking and making audible noises that make you moan loudly, while he, with a frown, looks at you with a deferred and dark look, animalistic. He was brimming with anger and you knew you were going to be ruined.

The piercing in his mouth made the experience even more enjoyable. My God, how you loved that piercing. The pressure he applied with suction made you practically scream with so much sensitivity. You grabbed the hair on the back of his neck and scratched the back of Jungkook's neck, hard, leaving him marked too. You didn't care about it and neither did he.

"You're dirty" he growls, separating his mouth from your tit, all shiny with drool and grabbing your breasts with both hands, he squeezed them tightly, making you whimper. "I hate you, I mean it." Jungkook grunted. 

"You say that with your dick so fucking hard" you say, squeezing his groin which locks his jaw. 

"Is this a fucking joke to you?" he said between his teeth, making you squeeze him even tighter. 

"You started this fucking game, now you handle it" you said with a frown and he rolled his eyes, letting go of your tits and taking his right hand to yours and placing it inside his pants. 

You smiled, closing your fingers into a fist and holding the base of his cock, masturbating him. 

“Tell me, Jungkook” you murmured, looking into his eyes. "Did Mi-Nyeo suck your dick properly?" 

Jungkook tilted his head and moaned softly, you moved your hand faster, squeezing him tightly, you could feel him getting harder and harder between your fingers. 

"I hope you enjoyed her blowjob because I'm never putting my mouth on your dick again."

"Yes, you will" he said, unzipping his pants and pulling down his underwear, which revealed your hand at the base of his cock. Jungkook moved your hand away and brought it close to his mouth, spitting on your hand and making you hold his dick again, spreading the saliva over the entire length of his dick. "Or has Chan's dick made you lose all desire to suck dick? Are you satisfied enough?" Jungkook gave an ironic laugh. "I doubt it. A slut who was made to suck dick like you..." he practically growled the words, and made you kneel. In a crude gesture, he pulled his hand away and cupped your cheek, squeezing your skin and forcing you to pout as your head tilted.

“Open your mouth” he orders and, again, you obey. Jungkook then approaches your lips with his and releases a line of saliva into your mouth. "Wait," Jungkook says, looking you in the eyes. His gaze was penetrating, it made you shiver. "Swallow." 

You swallowed his spit without blinking, it going down your throat and you closed your eyes. Before you could reason, the head of Jungkook's cock was already between your lips. Jungkook removed your hair from your face, in a gentle touch, totally different from the other touches he gave you. 

Jungkook then put his dick in your mouth, without you even being able to prepare yourself. You coughed, feeling Jungkook's big dick inside your mouth, him forcing his hips and making you swallow him deeper and deeper. You gagging on him, your eyes watering as you tried to relax your throat to handle him, its made your pharynx burn. Jungkook's cockhead hit you deep and you were almost out of breath, suffocating on his cock. Jungkook smiled devilishly, delighting in every choke you gave his cock. 

His cheeks flushed so red as he roared with pleasure. You could barely hold eye contact, with your eyes watering and him hitting you deep. You tried to breathe through your nostrils and that sight made Jungkook even more crazy with pleasure and mercilessly thrust into your mouth. In an almost desperate act you grabbed his balls, you knew he liked it, but you also knew he was in pain and that was what you wanted. 

He grunted, not changing the way he fucked her mouth at all. His dick throbbed nonstop in your mouth and you rolled your eyes, knowing he was going to cum down your throat at any moment. This was not what happened, however, to your surprise. He took his cock out of your mouth, making you finally breathe. You were a mess and he loved it. Jungkook slapped his tip between your swollen lips and smiled, pulling your hair and making you stand up. 

As soon as you were back to your normal height, he kissed you. Again, his lips slid across yours in a desperation never seen before. His tongue danced on yours in a perfect rhythm because, even with all your desperation, your lips fit together. The kiss was wet, hot. Jungkook nibbled on your lower lip and took both hands under your mini skirt and he squeezed both your ass cheeks and slapped your skin. You pulled the hair from the back of his neck and scratched Jungkook's arm and biceps, which forced you even more against him, making his wet dick touch the inner part of your thigh. 

He continued kissing you until the edge of your bed, where, in one movement, he turned you onto your back. Jungkook made you lean on, hands on the mattress, butt thrust towards him. Your ass was so high in the air that your blue lace panties were showing beneath your skirt. Jungkook lifted your skirt even higher and left your ass exposed. He delivered a few hard slaps, alternating on each side of your ass and leaving marks and welts from his own hand. You moaned loudly, you screamed, you became wetter and wetter.

Jungkook, now kneeling, pulled down your panties in one go and left them above your knee. He held each cheek of your ass with one hand, his large, scarred hands gripping your skin tightly, forcing the phalanges into you, while he brought his mouth closer to the middle of your ass, sliding his tongue along your entire length of your pussy and butt until he reached your rim, where he swirled his tongue. Jungkook left another hickey mark on your ass, as if he wanted to mark his territory; and he wanted it. 

He then stood up and placed one hand on the front of your hip, reaching for your clit, stimulating it with circular movements and up and down, while his other hand held his own cock, pumping it, fitting it at your entrance. 

“Fuck, so wet for me” he whispered, penetrating you in a single movement. You moaned loudly, throwing your torso back, movement limited by him that gave a malicious laugh and stopped you, leaving your body bent over your bed. "So tight, I don't think Chan fucked you properly." His tone was husky and held a dirtiness to it that you couldn’t explain. 

Jungkook began to move his hips against yours, forcing his balls into your entrance while you rolled around, feeling him hit you deep. Jungkook undulated his hips and moved his middle and index fingers on your clitoris. He stretched the tight walls of your pussy, now clenching around him.

"Pretty girl, you were made for my cock and no one else's" he said, moaning loudly and fucking you hard. Jungkook held your hair and rubbed his hips against your ass, getting into a continuous rhythm.

You felt the side of your face against the sheet, your lips parted and your pussy receiving his dick so perfectly that you believed no one would ever fit like that and that was why you moaned and grunted so slyly with each thrust from Jungkook. You moaned his name and he smiled every time you said it. Jungkook held your hip with one hand and looked down, seeing his dick coming in and out of your wet pussy with ease. 

He also couldn't forget the video from earlier. That generated an indescribable possession in him. No one could own you. Not like him. 

"Y/N, moan loudly like a whore." he orders. "Moan like this is the only cock that can fuck you because it is. And I swear if anyone touches you again..." he murmurs and you moan, loud and long, a melodic moan that echoes through the room. 

"Well, I thought you would liked it" you tease, making him hit you deeper and you whimper. "I thought it was okay since there was another slut sucking your dick." 

"Fuck, you should have never let anyone in that pussy other than me," Jungkook says, giving slow, deep thrusts as he speaks. 

"Then you shouldn't have stuck that dick in holes other than mine." this time, you speak through your teeth. 

"I am not-" 

"You should never..." 

"You should never have broken up with me!" he screams. His tone was vulnerable now and you looked at him over your shoulder, but once again, he stopped you from moving. 

Jungkook leaned over you, leaving his mouth close to your ear and moaning your name, with one hand intertwined with yours, pressed against the sheet and moaning slyly in your ear, while his movements became shorter. You rolled against him and whimpered softly. You felt him reaching your cervix and his fingers, which had stopped moving on your clitoris, started moving again. 

Jungkook was clearly throbbing inside you and his moans became shorter and louder and with a few more thrusts, he started to cum inside you. You felt his weight on your back as he relieved himself and cum dripped between your legs. His fingers lost a little of their agility, but they continued to stimulate your clit and you moaned louder to encourage him to continue doing so because the walls of your pussy were squeezing him nonstop and it didn't take long for you to cum too.

It took a few seconds for you to normalize your breathing and so did he. Your legs felt heavy and you couldn't move as he pulled out of you and his cum ran down your legs, dripping onto the floor. 

You stood still for a while while Jungkook put his pants back on and so you managed to get up and sit on your bed, he was already fully dressed. 

"Are you going already?" you asked, a vulnerability in your voice beyond what you would have liked. 

“Come on, Y/N. Please. I beg you.” Jungkook’s mouth already sits on your throat, placing soft and small kisses, which will soon turn into bruising possessiveness painted just for the world to see.

So bad you can’t paint him like you. You can’t claim him to be yours in front of the world. 

Jungkook’s mouth does its part of reaching to your sweet spot and nibbling as hard as he can. 

You hiss. The sensession gathers heat in your stomach.

“Don’t mark me!” you spat at him, a little more harshly than you intended it to be. But you can’t help it. This secrecy of your relationship has been taking a toll on you lately. You have been drowsed into a spiral of overbearing thoughts. The continuous surveillance of his label on your life, your relationship, is unsettling you way too much. 

Jungkook’s pretty eyes widen at your harsh tone. 

It’s new. The way you have been protesting today, almost shoving him away from your body, resisting his kisses and now asking him not to mark you, all of it is new. 

In two years of your secret relationship, it has become pretty usual for you guys to find a rendezvous and claim each other inside shadows. You never had a problem with it… until today. 

“Has anything happened? Did the company do anything again?” Jungkook stares deep into your eyes. Confusions, questions and even fears spill out of his dark orbs. You know if you don’t distract him now, he will read you out and that may hamper his upcoming performance. 

“No-nothing.” your murmur, this time pulling him closer to you, “I signed an NDA, Jungkook. Do you want your label to come after me for sporting your hickeys in front of all the staff and reporters backstage?” 

Jungkook’s skilled hand unbuttons your jeans and slides inside your underwear within a few seconds. Your eyes fall shut as soon as his rough fingers come in contact with your clit. 

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. It’s amazing how contrasting your statements and your reactions are. He knows only he can do this to you. Only he can break your resolve and take away all of your senses. 

“All I want, darling, is” he plunges two of his fingers into your leaking hole while the fat of his thumb draws smooth circles on your clit, “to fuck you raw in front of everyone so that they know you belong to me. I don’t want this secrecy anymore. I want to tell everyone that I am all yours and only yours.” 

Your fingers dig on Jungkook’s naked biceps as he scissors his fingers and stretches your hole out. His words set your heart on overdrive.

“My fat cock drilled you so many times but you are still so tight, fuck! You-” he groans as you moan his name, “you are perfect. I love you so fucking much.” with that he twists his fingers and presses on your g-spot and then within a few seconds you are spasming all over his hands and your underwear. 

“Fuck baby. You cummed so much. You will take me now like a good girl. Won’t you?” He does a quick job of undoing his belt and pants. 

You probably should thank his stylist before heading home. These dress pants and buttoned up vest have elevated his entire look on a different level. The sleeveless vest provides the entire view of his tattooed arm, something that you are totally weak for. You started salivating the moment he emerged from the green room. But before you could compliment him, he was dragging you towards this dingy space. 

Jungkook’s cock springs out of his boxers and slaps against his abdomen. 

Your eyes greedily fall on his erection as he spreads his palm before your mouth. You look up at him feigning innocence.

“Spit.” he orders. And you spit. 

He pumps his length a few times preparing it to lodge inside you. Meanwhile you kick your heels off, strip off your jeans and panties and make yourself ready. 

“Good girl” Jungkook murmurs as he lines his cock on your entrance. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you keep him as close as possible. 

Once Jungkook’s tip is inside your cunt, he pushes the rest in one go. Your body jerks up as an impact, silent curses falling out of your lips. Giving you time to adjust, he unbuttons your blouse, pulls down your bra and sets your tits free. 

“Move now.” you whisper, which Jungkook complies to. 

Your back hits the wall as he thrusts into you roughly making you groan.

His thrusts are so rough and deep right from the start that you start moaning even when you know you should not. Even when you know what the result could be. 

Jungkook winds up one hand around your waist to keep you steady, places another hand on one of your tit massaging it gently and seals his mouth with yours in an earth-shattering kiss. 

His lips are desperate. He raves you with so much passion that you want to cry. Nobody can love you as much as Jungkook and yet you can’t even show off this love. 

His hips are restless. His cock deliciously pounds into your sloppy cunt making it tough for you to even breathe properly. 

He groans into your mouth as you cum for a second time in less than ten minutes, coating his cock with your juices. 

Your orgasm triggers his own and Jungkook unloads himself inside you. Shooting his white, thick, hotness inside you, he paints your walls, claims you in his own way.

“Jungkook, you are next in the line.” his manager screams from outside. There is an annoyance in his tone that suggests that he knows what exactly are you two up to. 

“I’m out in two minutes, hyung.” Jungkook screams back breathlessly. 

You get teary. Jungkook is about to return to his place. He will perform and thousands of souls will fall in love with him yet again. All while you will stand under his shadow, in secrecy, so that no one knows of your existence, of the love that is blooming in between you two.

As if reading your mind, Jungkook opens his mouth to ease your fears, “We'll survive the test of time, Y/N. No matter what the situation is, they can’t deny our love. They can’t divide us. Just a few more days, baby and then I will proudly be standing next to you. I promise.” 

Your tears fall free and he kisses those away. Two pairs of lips meet again as he tries to seal the moment before he leaves you alone for the rest of the night.

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Having a personal trainer as a best friend definitely had its perks - like the fact that, this said best friend, would constantly beg you to let him coach you for just one workout. But knowing him, giving in would mean working out every day and you enjoyed your life as it was.

"Please, please Y/N, just this time! I won't ask you anymore, I promise."

Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin and you were sitting in a café for a "study date" - which resulted in more talking than studying, and Hoseok bursting out in laughter when you started putting real effort into your assignments.

You took a sip of your chai latte and glared at the dark-haired man sitting right in front of you.

"He's at it again, such a child." Jimin shook his head, eyes focused on the screen of his laptop, and an amused smile on his lips.

"Kookie, we talked about this." You sighed, already knowing his response. "I am not working out with you."

"Dang it!" He sat back on his chair - its wooden material screeching as he put all of his weight on it - and this gained a giggle from Hoseok who was watching some dancing videos on YouTube.

"Y/N, you know that he won't give up until you say yes to him." He said diverting his attention from the phone screen to you.

"Come on, Hobi, you should be on my side." You responded, acting exhausted although you were mostly exaggerating your reactions.

He shrugged and looked back at his phone - that's when you felt Jungkook's gaze on you and, when you finally looked at him, his expression had entirely altered. He was pouting, his chin rested on both his hands, and he was fluttering his eyes trying to persuade you.

"Once again, I am not working out with you, Kookie!"

So there you were, walking on the treadmill in Jungkook's personal gym to warm your body up. After weeks of pestering, Jungkook had finally succeeded in convincing you.

However, your eyes weren’t particularly attentive to the small digits showing your heartbeat, or the minutes you had passed on the equipment, but were interested in something more appealing.

Jeon Jungkook was a literal god. He was wearing a tank top - that fit his body too perfectly - exposing his beefy arms covered with tattoos, which you had counted numerous times. His wavy jet-black hair was held in a low ponytail and some strands of his locks flawlessly fell on his forehead.

Everything about him was perfect in a way you could not comprehend - you almost felt dumb, crushing over your best friend. However, you had been doing that for years.

Sometimes - or maybe too many times - you imagined how his biceps would feel, and how his fit body would look standing atop of you, wavy hair framing his pretty face.

Was it okay for you to be thinking these dirty things? Was it okay to be feeling this heat between your legs whenever you watched him do pull-ups?

“So have you warmed up enough?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately locked eyes with him, nodding in response before stopping the treadmill. He always had this gentle and calm manner of talking to you while looking so fucking good, and this nearly upset you - like, he had no reasoning being this hot. 

"What? Should I do a thirty-minute warm-up like you?" You raised an eyebrow, teasing him.

Jungkook laughed and decided to tease you back. "You wish."

You gasped, faking disbelief as you poked his side - a spot you knew was very ticklish - making him giggle even more. You gazed in awe as he laughed, his eyes squinting.

“Alright, alright, let’s start with a simple sumo squat. Let me grab the resistance bands.”

You watched him retrieve the equipment and admired his back muscles tense as he reached for a box in an upper shelf, where he kept all the additional gear needed for certain exercises. You were staring - and he knew. In fact, you were both pretty aware of the thing going on between the two of you since freshman year.

You tried to act innocent, prettily smiling at him and nodding in agreement to everything he said, giving him thumbs up when he corrected your posture, indeed trying hard not to show what you truly felt. The truth was that you had no idea how to tell him and - “Jungkook, please fuck me” probably wasn’t the best way to confess to your long-term best friend.

“There you go.” He handed you the resistance bands, and you quickly wore them just above your knees.

“Man, what took you so long?" You scoffed, yet again acting annoyed. It was an inside joke between the two of you, you didn't get offended when the other acted like this: it was strange but unique.

You started the exercise, by squatting down and up with slow and steady movements. He was right beside you, arms crossed enhancing his biceps and head slightly tilted to the right. You glimpsed at the large mirror on your left, making sure he didn’t notice you gazing at him from time to time.

His dark-chocolate eyes observed you, analyzing each one of your movements and biting his lower lip. He always did that when he was focused, but it truly drove you crazy.

“Try widening your knees more, and keep that back arched or you will definitely kill your lower back.” 

His tone was calm and focused and you liked how professional he was. He was really passionate about his job, in fact, Jungkook was one of the best personal trainers in Seoul and had made a name for himself.

Clients loved him because, instead of shouting at them as many others did, he made everyone feel comfortable and enforced their confidence never once doubting them.

His duality baffled you - one minute he was smiling and being adorable, acting like a cute puppy, and the other his whole expression would completely shift and you would notice a different light in his eyes.

“Like this?” You innocently questioned, although you very well knew what you were doing. You then arched your back more - way more, exposing the roundness of your butt.

You heard him nervously chuckle. "Y/N, you will break your back."

Jungkook was fairly amused, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing. You acted all annoyed and bothered - but now there you were trying to show off to him.

“Here, let me just…” He got closer to you - close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your shoulder. He was taller than you, so he had to somehow bend down a little and it made you feel trapped. One hand rested on your right hip, while the other was cautiously placed on your abdomen: his hands were rough - due to the multiple calluses, he had - yet his touch felt extremely soft. 

Your throat had dried up, and you had helplessly tried to seem unaffected by his closeness. But in spite of that, you couldn’t deny to yourself how fast your heart was beating, and how the spots he was touching had started to heat up.

"Did you buy this set just for today?" He was referring to your outfit: you were wearing a light blue sports bra and matching leggings that complimented your curves - and yes, you had obviously bought it for him.

"No, I bought this like a year ago."

"You? Owning gym wear?" He slightly chuckled, knowing you weren't the type to hit the gym daily.

"There are some things you don't know about me, Jeon Jungkook." You stated trying to sound as playful as before, but he had noticed a change in your tone.

"Oh, really?"

You nodded and started moving again as he guided you, holding you firmly. You unsuccessfully attempted to focus on the movements, and not on the scent of his cologne nor the fact that his chest was now pressed against your back.

"Like the fact that you are begging me to fuck you right now?" He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe as his breath sent tingles down your spine.

"Probably." You managed to answer - almost completely out of breath - not knowing if it was from the workout or from the way he was tightening his grip on you.

"Fuck, can I kiss you?" He sounded almost desperate. "Because I will fucking do it now if you are okay with it."

You wasted no time, turning on your heels to finally face him and, locking your arms around his shoulders, pulled him toward you. Your lips crashed in a mixed kiss - there was neediness, tenderness, and excitement, all combined as you finally got to know how he tasted.

"Shit, I've wanted this for so long." He managed to affirm as he briefly detached from you, before kissing you again. "For so fucking long."

He proceeded to effortlessly lift you up, hands squeezing your butt as he walked across the room, not even knowing where to go himself. Jungkook then spotted the desk he used to create his own workouts, and carefully placed you on it, lips never leaving yours.

"W-Wait, Kookie." You extended your arms forward, gently pulling him away from you. You finally caught your breath, your lungs relaxing.

His expression shifted - he seemed worried.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm- I'm so sorry." He mumbled, running his hands through his perfectly combed hair, ruining it. "I got carried away, and didn't think that- that maybe this wasn't okay for you."

Typical Jungkook. He was so selfless, always putting other people's benefits in front of his own, worrying that what he did might upset someone. A smile depicted on your face - he was adorable.

"Kookie, I want this more than you think." You intertwined your legs around his torso, pushing him towards you so that he was now on top of you, biceps tensed to keep himself from crushing you.

His eyes widened in surprise, and you reached for his cheek gently stroking it. "You're so cute when you get flustered, you know?"

"And you look ravishing right now, you know?" He mimicked you, embarrassment having completely left him as he literally devoured you with his eyes. "So pretty, all dressed up for me."

Then, yet again, his lips were on yours but now his hands were exploring your body: a hand cupped one of your breasts as the other buried in your hair. There was something different about his touch: it was like he was yearning for you like he was craving for more with every passing second.

You hurriedly reached for his tank top, unsuccessfully trying to pull it up - so Jungkook helped you by taking it off, exposing his chest. You couldn't help but trace every perfect line on his abdomen, wanting to kiss him all over. You had seen him shirtless, but it didn't feel the same.

His attention shifted from your lips to your neck, where he started leaving a trail of wet kisses before stopping just above your breasts. He gave you a questioning look, and you nodded. At this point, you would have agreed to everything he wanted to do to you.

He lifted your sports bra up, exposing your hardened nipples and you promptly blushed, feeling overwhelmed. Reality hit you like a high-speed train: you were about to have sex with Jeon Jungkook, and he had just seen your boobs.

"Getting all flustered, aren't you?"

You blushed, covering your eyes with your palms - you felt so exposed and yet you totally liked it. You peeked through your fingers, watching as Jungkook took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

You moaned - mouth agape and body completely on fire - and you instinctively yanked his hair, pulling away the hairband that held them together. His locks tickled your skin as he played with your breasts for a little longer, crotch rubbing against your thigh.

"Fuck, Kookie, I want you now." You whined, the heat between your legs now unbearable, pussy begging for some friction.

"So eager. If you ask me nicely, maybe I'll give you what you want."

He laid a few kisses on your ribs, then on your stomach, and then stopped as he was looming over the lower abdomen. A smirk appeared on his lips, seeing you squirming under him was driving him crazy, so he playfully blew on your belly - just to tease you.

"Kookie- fuck, please I want your cock. Please, Jungkook, fuck me."

"Such a good girl." He breathed out, before pulling down both your leggings and your panties. He groaned as he admired your exposed cunt. "You are so wet for me already, princess."

The name he had just called you made your heart lose a beat, and you swiftly closed your legs, feeling your pussy pulsate. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, having never seen you so vulnerable, and grabbed both your knees to open your legs yet again.

"Shit, you are so pretty, Y/N."

If that was what Heavens felt, then you wanted to die every day. Jungkook's mouth was on your pussy, eating you out: he licked the length of your cunt, gently sucking on your clitoris, gaining lovable moans from you. You yanked your head back, as you grasped his hair, pleasuring tears blurring your vision.

His lips were soft, and he made sure to do everything to make you feel good. You were absolutely stunning - and he craved more.

"F-fuck, fuck me, please."

You groaned when you felt his lips detach from your pussy, fresh air tingling your bare skin. You were trying to catch your breath when you felt him thrust into you - without any warning. He stretched your walls and although it initially stung a bit, his cock felt too good.

"Shit- I couldn't wait any longer." He murmured in your ear, strong arms embracing you, holding you tight. You hugged him back, feeling him closer than ever. It all felt... warm.

He started pounding into you, keeping the same rhythm as he moaned into your ear. You felt light-headed as he fucked you harder, starting to lose all sense. You were now moaning uncontrollably, and Jungkook enjoyed every bit of it.

"You love it, huh? How I am fucking you dumb?"

He pulled away from the embrace, using his core muscles to raise himself slightly. He then grabbed you by the ankle, bringing your leg over his shoulder.

"Oh- Fuck, Jungkook!"

It was so deep, waves of pure pleasure had started running all over your body. You were now probably drooling, too.

"So good- it feels so good, Kookie."

Jungkook was now hugging your leg, brows furrowed, and head lowered down. His hair was completely hiding his expression, but you could hear his groans as he thrust harder and harder.

"You're so good- Y/N, so fucking good for me." He bit the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a big purple mark before looking directly at you. "Look at me, I want you to look at me. Can I cum- Can I cum inside of you?"

You nodded in agreement, as you were reaching your high, feeling your muscles tense.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cursed in a high-pitched voice as you cummed on his cock, spasms of pure bliss pulsating through you. After a few more thrusts, Jungkook let out a loud moan, cock twitching inside of you.

"God - Oh my fucking God." He deeply exhaled, body relaxing onto yours as he kept his cock where it belonged, while you were still sobbing from the fireworks of pleasure. Jungkook made sure not to crush you, putting his weight on the elbows.

He looked at you, a tender smile on his lips and dark eyes full of love. You wished you could have taken a picture of this moment to keep it forever: drops of sweat streaming down his arms, plump lips, some strands of hair attached to his forehead - he was beautiful.

"I love you." He tapped the tip of your nose, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled, cupping his cheeks with your hands, before squeezing them a little.

"I love you too, but you know, next time you want to fuck me, just tell me."

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"I don't know Jimin, I'm just scared of making a fool out of myself" you mumble quietly into your locker, not wanting any nosy listeners to hear your conversation.

Jimin rolls his eyes, sighing out as he looks at you, "I don't even know why you're worrying so much, he'd probably cum in his pants just hearing you say you're ready" You scrunch your nose at his words, shutting your locker so you can both start walking down the hall and out the school.

"it's not that I think he would judge me or something, just worried I'll do the wrong thing or you know maybe he won't even.. cum" you whisper out the last word, face feeling hot at the thought of him not even being able to finish. Jimin laughs at you, hitting your shoulder with his, "oh please, I can even bet he won't last more than five minutes. Just trust me okay? You're gonna have the best time. I know he will take care of you, Jungkook's a great guy" he reassures after he sees the worried look on your face.

You give a small nod, taking a deep breath before you feel a heavy arm wrap around your shoulder, "hey sweetheart" a mumble in your ear says, a kiss landing on your jaw. An uncontrollable smile grows on your face, turning around to face your boyfriend, "hi koo." He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, bending down to press a kiss to your lips, "still staying round mine tonight?" he asks.

You had both planned last week to stay round his place for the weekend as his brother was out of town. He had got movies and bought a bunch of snacks so you could both spend some quality time together and relax since you both hadn't seen much of eachother due to exams.

You give a nod, lifting up the bag full of your things that you had taken from your locker, "yeah of course." Jimin coughs when he finds the chance to remind you both he was still there, "well I'm gonna go, but have a good weekend" he winks at you before walking away with a cheeky smirk.

Jungkook waves before looking at you with a chuckle, "what was that about?" he asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before guiding you to outside and to his motorbike. You shrug, "just Jimin being Jimin" you excuse, heart pounding in your chest in anxiousness. Tonight is the night.

It's a couple hours later and you're both sat on his big comfy sofa, wrapped in blankets and food around you as you watch a new film he was talking about earlier. You felt a bit bad for not paying attention but you couldn't help it, all you could think about was what way to tell him you wanted him. And you couldn't help think about how he looked really good in that black t-shirt, or how his large hands rubbed your thighs that rested on his lap, or how his strong bicep was pushed against your tits. You let out a small sigh, reconsidering even telling him. It just felt too embarrassing.

Jungkook notices this, looking down at you before mumbling softly, "what's wrong angel?" he asks, hands resting one on your knee and the other on your thigh. You look up at him, trying to find the courage to say something but instead, you lean forward and press a shy kiss to his lips. He smiles sweetly, lifting the hand from your knee and to your chin to bring you back to him, deepening the kiss.

The kiss is slow and soft but sensual, helping you gather the courage to get up on your knees as you kiss and place them on either side of his hips. Sitting in his lap, ass on his thighs. His hands gently grab your waist, pulling your body closer to his until your chest is against his and your hips bump together. He groans quietly into your mouth, tongue slipping into the kiss as your nails scratch over the back of his neck to grab his hair delicately.

He soon breaks the kiss, breaths hitting eachothers lips as he looks up to you, "I could kiss you all day baby, but we should stop" he murmurs, thumbs rubbing your sides as he kisses the corner of your mouth. You hum slightly, pout on your lips when you shake your head no, "don't wanna" you whisper, avoiding eye contact by shutting them and kissing him again.

His eyebrows furrow as he goes along with the kiss, a giddy feeling in his chest but also slightly confused, did this mean you were ready? Did you want to have sex with him or did you just want to kiss more? Questions run through his head until he couldn't take it anymore, breaking the kiss again and looking at you, "what do you mean sweetheart?" he whispers, seeing the anxiety in your eyes before you look down. You shrug your shoulders, slightly shifting in his lap and trying to hide the shy smile on your face when you feel how hard he had gotten just from kissing you.

"Talk to me" he tells you gently, fingers cupping your chin and forcing your head up to look him in the eye. Your stomach flutters at the action but you ignore it as you try to think of the right words to say. "I jus.. think that uhm I'm ready" you say quietly, body warm in slight embarrassment but you know he wouldn't judge.

His eyes widen a little but tried his best to remain cool. The girl of his dreams and the one he loves most wants to have sex with him? He was about ready to bust in his pants. "Really? Are you sure? I'm okay waiting angel don't feel like you have to-" you cut him off with a giggle at his rambling, hands cupping his cheeks, "I'm sure koo.. I jus feel a bit nervous, but I really want to" you confess. He smiles wide and wraps his arms around you, picking you up before carrying you to his bedroom.

He lays you down on his bed, climbing on top of you slowly and placing himself between your legs, "I love you so much, you know that right? Don't be nervous bunny, I'll take care of you" he says to you, the tips of his ears pink. You smile timidly and nod, "I love you koo" you respond, pulling him back down for your lips to meet again.

The kiss grows more hungry, tongues slipping together and sounds of wet saliva fill the quiet room, just the sound of the lounge tv in the background. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to you until he lowers his body even more until the no space between. He slowly grinds his hips into yours, clothing in the way as his cock rubs right against your cunt, pulling a soft moan from you.

He breaks the kiss as his hands slip under your shirt, thumbs rubbing the skin beneath your tits, "can I take this off pretty?" he asks, eyes sparkling as they look into yours. You nod shyly, sitting up with him to help as he slips the shirt from your body, throwing it somewhere onto his bedroom floor. He eyes your bare boobs, lips parting in surprise as he was ready to see a bra. "Fuck sweetheart, you gotta warn a man" he breathes out, laying you back down so he has the space to take his own shirt off.

His hands glide up your stomach to your ribs, stopping himself to look at you, "can I touch?" he asks, you give him a nod. He grabs onto your tits firmly, excitement taking over him for a slight second, moaning quietly to himself as his fingers play with your hard nipples. You moan gently with him, hips squirming against his as your pussy aches for the friction to come back. Looking down to watch his long tattooed fingers play with your nipples causing your back to arch up to him, whining to him, "please koo, I want more" you say to him, eyes glossy.

He smiles to himself, finding you too cute as you whine for him. He wants to continue teasing you but he can't help himself from starting to kiss your neck, sucking the pretty dark bruises to your skin. He takes his time spreading them down your chest, licking your pretty nipples and nibbling the skin of your underboob.

He listens to your whines, feeling your hips grind lazily into his until he finally lifts himself up, pulling his sweatpants off and wrapping his fingers round the waistband of your own. He looks up for your permission, feeling your heart swoon since he is being so sweet to keep checking up on you. You smile softly and lift your hips up as an answer, aiding him in pulling your sweatpants down, panties coming off along with them. Your legs close shyly, feeling very bare but also incredibly comfortable with him.

"You're so beautiful bunny, let me see hm?" he murmurs, kissing your knees and rubbing your thighs. You breathe in deeply and open your legs, spreading yourself open for him to see everything. He sighs out and slowly lowers himself onto his stomach, hair tickling your thighs. You watch him nervously, putting your hands over his to calm yourself, subconsciously tracing his tattoos. "So perfect" he whispers, pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs, travelling closer to your wet cunt until he leans in and kisses just above your puffy clit. You flinch in surprise, "wait— I don't know if I'm ready for.. that" you blurt, lifting your head up to stop him from putting his mouth any closer.

He nods and sits up slowly, "that's okay sweetheart. I'm sorry, I should've asked" he says, kissing your head, "we don't have to do that yet.. but are my fingers okay? I still need to prep you" he comforts you. You relax a little and nod, laying back down, "yeah that's okay" you reply. He leans down to give you a soft kiss before his fingers start to trail their way to your wet cunt, giving you time to push away before he finally touches your clit. He rubs firmly, pressing light kisses to your tits while he uses his free hand to rub your hip soothingly. The pressure causes your eyes to shut, mouth falling open with quiet whimpers, "that- that's good" you whine, hips grinding up to meet his touch. "ready for my fingers sweetheart?" he mumbles against your skin.

You whine out a 'yes' allowing his hand to lower slightly until the tip of his finger gently pushes against your hole. Slowly letting his finger go deeper until his knuckle pushes against your wet skin. You breathe out a small moan, cunt clenching around him at the intrusion, unfamiliar with having a touch that wasn't your own. He fingers you slowly and gently, needy whimpers and your wet cunt fill the room until he groans into your ear, "you hear how wet you are angel? making me so fuckin hard."

His dirty words make your heart pound, pussy clenching while he pushes another finger inside and starts to fuck them into you. Your moans grow slightly louder, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders to hide your face in his neck, "doing so well baby" he whispers to you, widening his fingers into a scissor motion.

You soon feel the knot in your stomach forming, clit aching for more and pussy tightening, thighs shaking. You bite down on the skin of his collarbone, hips lifting to get his hand closer until he pulls it away completely. You cry out desperately, hands grabbing onto him to pull him closer as if it would help, "no no! why would you do that?" you whimper to him. He bites his lip as he looks into your teary eyes, "you can cum when I'm inside you angel" he tells you, pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth before pulling away and standing up from the bed. Your breath hitches, his dirty words slightly surprising.

He pulls his boxers down, cock long and thick, pressing to his stomach and aching with need. He grabs a condom from his drawer before joining you back on the bed, putting himself back between your legs, "you wanna keep going?" he asks you, not wanting you to feel forced cause you already started. You nod quickly, holding his hands, "I do.. please" you confirm before giving him a sweet smile. He chuckles, putting your legs on either side of his hips whilst he rips open the wrapper and places it carefully onto his cock. He lazily strokes himself as he gets into a comfortable position, placing a hand next to your head to stable himself whilst the other holds his cock to your cunt.

"Are you ready, angel?" he asks a final time, causing you to nod and place your hands on his shoulders, breathing in deeply to get ready as he finally pushes himself inside, pulling his hand from between you both to rest on the other side of your head. He rests his head on your chest, groaning low as he gradually pushes deeper inside you. You're quiet as he does so, eyes shut and lips part to focus on the feeling. It's weird and hurts slightly, but you know it's normal and it'll soon feel better. His abdomen against yours as he bottoms out, trailing kisses up to your lips, "you okay?" he checks in, breathing already heavy. You appreciate him being so patient.

You give a nod, pulling him into a deep kiss and grinding your hips up until he gets the message to start doing so himself. He pulls his cock out until his tip rests inside, pushing back in and repeating until he creates a rhythm. The pleasure quickly washes over you after a moment, tingles going up your spine until you start whining. The kiss breaks to allow yourself to moan, thighs tight around his hips as they snap against yours. "is— is good!" you cry out. Your cunt clenches around his cock, his own moans slipping out and mixing with yours, "mm yeah? it's good baby? pussy feels good?" he says deeply in your ear, softly nibbling underneath and down to your neck.

The feeling is hot and slightly overwhelming, nothing compared to your hand. He growls out slightly, lifting himself up until he's up straight, hips pausing for a moment as he adjusts his arms to go under your legs, gripping your thighs tightly. You gasp at the small yet major difference in position, feeling his cock hit deeper inside against that sensitive soft spot when he starts to pound his hips harder against your thighs. "Th-there!" you cry out and whimper with each thrust, toes curling and hands pushing his thighs as if to get him away but it was the last thing you wanted.

He looks down at you, seeing how your tits jiggle with each pound of his hips and the scrunch of your face from the pleasure going through your body. "so fuckin sexy‐ fuck" he whispers to himself, hands going down your thighs to tightly grip your hips. He thrusts your hips along with his, head tilting back but he forces himself to look, not wanting to let himself miss a single thing.

He reaches a thumb to your clit when he feels the tightness form in his balls, wanting to cum already. Your cries fill the room thighs beginning to tremble as soon as the rough skin of his thumb rubs on your swollen clit. "Jungkook! pl–please, wanna cum" you whine, any shyness out the window when you see the dark look he gives you. Even when you do nothing but lie there and take what he gives you, he makes you feel like you're the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

He hums out deeply, leaning down slightly causing your legs to bunch up towards your chest, "pussys gonna cum for me sweetheart? go on then, cum for me" he whispers, your moans hitting his ears and he has to admit it's the best sound he's ever heard. The feeling spreads through your body when his words send you over the edge, cunt squeezing his cock and thighs trembling around his arms before he sets them on his hips. He kisses your cheek, letting you calm down and ride out your high with slow thrusts. "That good baby? hm?" he whispers, getting no response from you as you just look him in the eye. You pull him until his chest is to yours and comb your hands through his hair, "want you to cum too kookie" you whisper, breathing heavily and body still shaking from your high.

He groans softly before starting his hips back up, thrusts not as fast but deep and hard, bringing a whimper from the overstimulation but you bare it, tugging slightly at his hair. He moans in your ear, making you bite your lip and close your eyes. His voice was attractive enough as it was, but his moans could possibly be the death of you. He goes higher in pitch until his hips stutter, forehead against yours and eyes shut tight when he fills the condom. You stroke his head and moan quietly at the feeling, excited at just the thought of him filling you up.

You both lie there in silence, just heavy breaths and gentle touches until he makes the first move. He slips out of you and takes the condom off, tying it up and placing it on the floor next to his bed for now. He lays down next to you and pulls you to his chest, rubbing your back gently and kissing your forehead, "was that okay?" he asks you almost timidly. You look up at him with a shy smile and nod, "it was perfect koo, thank you" you whisper, kissing his lips. He reciprocates, thumb stroking your skin soothingly until he pulls away with a sigh. "We should get cleaned up" he says, reluctantly leaving you in his bed to grab a wet cloth to clean you up with, taking the condom with him throw away.

He comes back after a few minutes, wiping away any filth from both your bodies before grabbing some clothes. He wears his sweatpants, ditching the shirt and boxers before helping you into a clean pair of his boxers and a jumper. He carries you back to the sofa where you both rewind the film and cuddle for the remainder of the evening.

“Merry Christmas!” the two men shout before launching into a rather loud, rather offkey rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” They’d been out caroling earlier with some friends, but you weren’t expecting them to continue doing so at your door. One of your neighbors pokes her head out of her apartment in annoyance. 

“Um, Merry Christmas,” you reply, quickly ushering both men into your place. The singing unfortunately continues as you press a kiss to Taehyung’s cheek and offer Jungkook a hug. “Hey, Kook, I didn’t realize you’d be coming over! Sorry I’m such a fright.” Not expecting anyone but your boyfriend, you were already dressed for bed in a racerback tank and frayed joggers, your favorite old pair that are worn with age. 

“Nah, you look great as usual,” Jungkook protests sweetly, flashing a warm smile. Of all of Taehyung’s friends, you like Jungkook the most. He’s quiet, very kind, surprisingly goofy, and always makes you feel right at home no matter where you are. And then of course there’s the fact that he’s the second most beautiful man you’ve ever seen - second only to your gorgeous boyfriend. “Hey, can I use your bathroom quick?”

“Of course,” you reply, and as soon as he’s out of earshot, you whirl on your boyfriend. “Tae, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing a friend over? I look like shit!”

Taehyung grins, peeling off his jacket and shoes, revealing a baggy t-shirt and grey sweats underneath. Whereas you’re a mess in your oversized and threadbare pjs, your boyfriend is still stunning. It’s almost unfair. “You do not, but I’m sorry, love. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” 

You furrow your brow. “Uh, okay. I mean, it’s fine, you know I love Jungkook, so he’s obviously welcome to hang out with us. But I thought you were bringing my gift, too?”

“Love.” Taehyung’s large hands grip your sides, pulling you close to him. You let your hands fall onto his shoulders as he drops a kiss on your brow. “Jungkook is your gift.” 

“He… he’s…” 

Taehyung’s smile widens as you realize what he means. It’s something the two of you have discussed, mostly when you’re either drunk or high, lips loosened enough to tell him all the filthy things you’d love to do to his best friend. Taehyung knows you have a crush on the man. Your boyfriend is secure enough in himself and in your love for him to know it doesn’t mean anything. 

Given the way Taehyung always responds to your lewd thoughts, though, you probably should’ve seen this coming. Most of the time, your dirty talk lands you in bed, Taehyung fucking you through every vivid description of your wildest fantasies. He obviously loves to picture you fucking Jungkook. Now, it seems like he’s giving you the chance to do it in real life. 

How did you get so lucky?

You wind your fingers into Taehyung’s hair, devouring his mouth in a heated kiss. He hums happily. “Does this mean you like it?”

“You know I do,” you smirk. “But does he… is he into it?” 

“Well… we were talking tonight, and he mentioned how much fun he had the other night, when the three of us went to dinner? And I kind of told him that you have a little crush on him.” Taehyung laughs as you swat his chest in shock. “From the look on his face, I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual.” 

In addition to being an amazing gift-giver, your boyfriend is also uncannily good at reading people. So you’re sure that whatever reaction Jungkook had is more than enough to confirm that he might be down for this.

“I invited him over to watch a movie with us. I think you should ask him yourself, love. I’m sure he’d like that.” 

The sound of the bathroom door opening ends your conversation. Jungkook reappears, a sheepish smile crossing his face when he spies you in Taehyung’s arms. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” 

You shake your head. “Not at all. Who wants popcorn?”

The three of you head into your living room with some snacks. Taehyung claims one corner of your couch as you settle in at his side, patting the cushion next to you. “Come sit here, Kook.” 

You let Jungkook pick the movie, knowing you’re going to be too distracted to really focus. It’s hard to keep your attention on the screen when your mind is already racing ahead, imagining what Jungkook looks like under his hoodie and sweats, wondering if his skin feels as soft as it looks, trying to gage just how big his cock must be based on his tall, buff frame….

As the movie unfolds, you slowly shift on the couch, creeping closer to Jungkook. All of Taehyung’s friends are comfortable with skinship. You love that they’re such a cuddly bunch. So Jungkook doesn’t visibly react when your arm presses into his. Curling your legs up onto the couch, you place your feet in Taehyung’s lap, and let your head droop onto Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Is the movie boring you?” Jungkook laughs, nudging you with his arm to make you giggle.

“Oh, no, it’s fine! I’m just…” you shrug, trailing off. 

“Getting tired, love?” Taehyung asks, thumb rubbing over the tops of your feet. 

“Yeah, just tired,” you lie, using the question as an excuse to stretch a bit, tank top riding up a little with the motion. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes follow the fabric. 

“Why don’t you lay down? Kook, you don’t mind, do you?” 

Jungkook’s head snaps up at the mention of his name. He shakes his head quickly. “Uh, here.” He grabs one of the squishy throw pillows from the back of your couch and places it in his lap. You unfold yourself, head resting in Jungkook’s lap as your boyfriend continues to give you a foot rub, more for his own enjoyment than yours. 

You’re tempted to roll onto your back to gaze at Jungkook, but keep facing forward, pretending to watch the movie. Taehyung had said that you should ask Jungkook. How exactly are you supposed to do that? You’re friends, but you’re not sure you’re “Hey, wanna fuck me while my boyfriend - your best friend - watches?” friends. Also, he’s pretty shy sometimes. A direct approach might scare him off. 

The feeling of a warm hand on your bare shoulder breaks you out of your restless thoughts. Jungkook starts to stroke your arm, slowly, almost hesitantly, like he’s waiting for your reaction. With a loud, content sigh, you nestle further into the pillow, and his fingers move more steadily, more surely, finding a soothing rhythm. 

Before long, the end credits scroll across your screen, and a surge of anticipation hits you. Now’s the time to make your move. 

“I guess I should get to bed,” you begin, rolling onto your back. “But I feel bad, Kook. You came over to hang out and I basically fell asleep on you.” 

Jungkook shrugs, lips quirked in a soft smile. “It’s okay. I’ll just come bother you another time.” 

“Kookie,” you sing his name, “you’re never a bother!” Reaching up, you wrap a lock of his long dark hair around your finger, loving the way his cheeks flush as you play with his curls. “It’s getting late, too… And I hate to think of you walking home in this cold.” Jungkook lives only a few blocks from your apartment, and truthfully he can probably bear the cold winter air easily, judging by the heat radiating from him as you lay in his lap. But you’re hoping to convince him otherwise.

As always, your boyfriend lends a helping hand. “She’s got a point, Kook. It’s awful out there. Maybe you should just crash here tonight.” 

“Oh, no, that’s okay, I can just-”

“No, he’s right,” you interrupt, sitting up. “I don’t want you getting a cold, Kook. You better just stay here.” 

Jungkook bites his lip, glancing between you and Taehyung. When he catches your eye again, you pull out all the stops - bottom lip puffing out, eyes widening under raised brows, fingers gently curling around his forearm as your voice dips into a soft register usually reserved for your boyfriend. Typically used when you’re on your knees, peering up at him. 

“Please, Kook. Stay?” 

Jungkook gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he stares at you. “I… okay. Sure. Thanks.”

“Great! Oh! Wait.” You look at Taehyung. “I don’t have any extra blankets, do I?”

Taehyung catches on. “Oh, love, I think you’re right. We’re using them all, since the heating’s been on the fritz.” 

“That’s ok, I’m a hot sleeper, I don’t need a lot of blankets,” Jungkook states, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine with a sheet, if you have one to spare.” 

“Uh-uh. I told you I don’t want you getting sick. I’d never forgive myself if you left my apartment with a cold! My bed is plenty big enough for three. Right, Tae?” Your boyfriend nods, lips curling in a slow smile. You rise to your feet, holding out your hand. “Come on, Kook. I’ll show you.” 

The piercing above Jungkook’s right eye glints in the low light of the tv screen as he raises his eyebrow. “Really, I’m okay on the couch.” 

“Nah, her mind’s made up, Kook,” Taehyung laughs. “Don’t try to argue.” 

You sit down again, threading your arm through Jungkook’s. “Kookie,” you say softly, “if you’re just being polite, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, and neither does Tae. Besides, if you’re such a warm sleeper, maybe you can keep me warm. But. If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to.” If he says no, you’ll listen. But you still want him so much that you have to try, one last time. “So. Will you please come cuddle with me?” 

“I’m not uncomfortable,” Jungkook replies almost immediately. “I never feel uncomfortable here. Not with you guys. Don’t want you to think that, but… I don’t want to, um… get in the way.” 

“Oh, Kook. Come on.” Taking his hand in yours, you tug him to his feet. “You won’t be in the way. Let me show you.”

Taehyung silently trails behind the two of you as you steer Jungkook into your bedroom. Your boyfriend’s been content to follow your lead so far, but once you cross the threshold to your room, you know that will change. That knowledge sparks a fire in your gut, simmering low as you climb onto your bed. 

Sliding back towards the pillows, you lie in the center of your bed, and gesture at the two men watching. Taehyung crawls on, while Jungkook takes a moment to peel off his hoodie, tattoos flashing as his t-shirt sticks to the sweatshirt before he peels them apart. Then he joins you on your other side. 

The three of you lie on your backs, staring at the ceiling in total silence for a moment before you speak. “See? Told you there was plenty of room.” There isn’t a ton of space between you, but you’re not cramped together, either. You feel safely nestled between the two men, arms and legs touching but not pressing or crowding. 

You turn onto your side, facing Jungkook. He does the same. From so close, you can practically count the delicate lashes framing his warm doe eyes as he gazes at you. Tentatively, you reach out to place your hand on his shoulder. 

“Is this okay?” you ask, voice hushed. Jungkook nods. “Taehyung, you okay back there?” 

“I’m good, love,” comes his muffled reply as he rolls onto his side and buries his lips against the back of your neck. You smile at the tender kiss, and Jungkook, still watching you, smiles back. 

“See, Kook? Not in the way at all.” You pause, unsure if you should keep going, but decide just to say it. “It’s like you fit in perfectly here.” 

You think you’ve gone too far, but Jungkook just flushes, nose scrunching as he grins harder, and oh, you could just eat him up. 

“I am a little chilly, though, if you want to help….”  

You trail off as Jungkook nods. He slings an arm over your waist, then slides a little closer, nuzzling his head into your neck, while Taehyung molds himself against your back. Sighing contentedly, wrapped completely in their warmth, you close your eyes. If the evening ended here and now, with the three of you falling asleep like this, it would still be a wonderful Christmas present. 

But you know this isn’t what Taehyung had in mind, and that just stokes the fire inside you. 

As if he’s reading your thoughts, your boyfriend speaks up. “Think you could fall asleep like this, Kook?”

“Yeah, actually,” Jungkook answers, lips vibrating gently against your throat. 

“And what about you, love?” 

“I’m very comfortable.”

“But is that enough for you to fall asleep?” As he talks, you feel his fingers trailing along your jaw. The motion evokes an automatic response in you. A need, deep and dark, twisting within. 

“Mmm. Want your help, Tae. Please.” 

There’s a gentle tapping on your lips. “Open up, love.” 

Without hesitation, you obey. Taehyung slides two of his long, thin fingers into your open mouth. 

“Kook,” he purrs, deep voice rumbling through his chest into your spine, sending shivers racing there. “Take a look at my beautiful love.” 

Jungkook lifts his head. You meet his gaze with hooded eyes, sucking on Taehyung’s fingers with an audible swallow. Jungkook hisses. “Oh, shit. What… what are you doing, hyung?” 

“Sometimes she needs something to help her relax. Take her mind off of things. And what seems to help her the most is having something in her warm, wet mouth.” Taehyung’s tone drops as he growls those last words, and Jungkook’s lips pop open. ”My baby likes to suck, don’t you, love?” 

At Taehyung’s question, you grunt, nodding as best you can with his hand in your jaw. Jungkook blinks, mouth still hanging open as he gawks. 

Taehyung pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of your lips, and you lean forward to lick a long stripe from his palm to his fingertips before taking them back into your mouth. 

Jungkook lets out a guttural groan. “Jesus fuck, that’s hot.” 

“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Taehyung asks, and now you’re whining, pleased to hear praise falling from his lips so easily. You love being Taehyung’s good girl. 

The longer you roll your tongue over Taehyung’s fingers, the more an aching between your legs grows. Shifting, you rub your thighs together, just as Taehyung removes his hand from your mouth. You chase his fingers with a needy whimper, but he merely laughs, yanking them away. 

“Poor thing. You always need something to suck on, huh?”

You nod, staring at Jungkook. His pupils are blown, darkness burning in his intense gaze as he watches you closely.

“Kook. Give her your fingers.” 

“Me?” Jungkook props himself up on an elbow to peer at Taehyung. “Is that - is that okay?” 

“I know it is, but it’s not me you need to ask.” 

Jungkook looks at you with a question in his eyes. In response, you drop your jaw in silent invitation. 

With a little hum of assent, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers faintly brush over your parted lips. You moan, tilting your chin up, trying to suck them in, but he just traces circles around your mouth, teasing you. 

As you groan in anguish, Taehyung clucks his tongue. “Jungkookie, be a good boy and give my love what she wants.” 

Since you’re still face-to-face with Jungkook, you catch the way his long eyelashes flutter at the words “good boy,” and you know immediately - Jungkook is like you. He hums again, this time pushing the tips of his fingers just far enough to breach your lips, and you swirl your tongue around them, moaning as he whines. 

As Jungkook continues to slide his fingers into your hot mouth, Taehyung’s hand roams downward, traveling over the valley of your breasts and across the roundness of your tummy to land between your thighs. He grinds his hips against you as his hand slips between your joggers and your underwear to cup your heat, finding that your arousal is starting to soak through the silky fabric. 

“Oh, love, you’re really enjoying yourself, hmmm?”

You moan around Jungkook’s fingers, drool flooding your mouth as your boyfriend’s hard cock presses into your ass. 

“So messy,” Jungkook whispers almost thoughtlessly, wide eyes fixed on your lips, free hand coming up to wipe away the dribbles that spill down your chin. “So wet.”

“You have no idea,” Taehyung laughs, palm caressing the tiny throbbing nub above your dripping slit. “But what about you, Kook? Are you enjoying my love’s attention? Or do you want more?” 

“More?” Jungkook echoes, unable to tear himself away from your mouth for a second. “Can I have more?” 

“Of course you can. My good girl here will do anything you like, won’t she?” As he murmurs promises to Jungkook, Taehyung leaves open-mouthed kisses against the soft skin behind your ear. You melt against him, going pliant while he lightly licks your most sensitive spot. “What do you want to do, love?” 

Jungkook’s hand falls away from your mouth so you can speak. You’re nearly overwhelmed with need right now, wanting to do everything to him - touch him, taste him, flip him on his back and ride him until your legs quake. But you know if you try to rush things, it will only disappoint Taehyung. He likes you to take your time. 

“Can we kiss?” Your answer comes out breathless, longing overflowing so much that your chest heaves. You’ve wanted to kiss this man since Taehyung first introduced you. 

Jungkook licks his lips in anticipation, his eyes darting over your shoulder as he waits for Taehyung’s answer, instinctively understanding who it is that you’re asking. “Please?” he adds, and while you giggle at his eagerness, a wave of selfish delight rolls through you, tangling up with your desire. He wants this, too. He wants you.

Taehyung chuckles into your ear. “Oh, Jungkookie, so polite. The two of you are going to be so good for me tonight, aren’t you? Go ahead, loves.”

Instantly, Jungkook cups your face, pulling you to his waiting mouth. His lips are slightly chapped, the roughness a surprise. Every time you dreamed of this moment, you imagined them to be soft and plush. His kiss is almost as rough, a bit frantic, lips devouring your own as if he’s been waiting just as long as you for this moment and doesn’t want to waste a second. 

You lap at his lip ring, flicking the tiny bead that hangs there. When he licks into your mouth, tongue fervent in its plunging, your hands curl into tight fists, squeezing so hard there’s no doubt there will be tiny half-moon indentations from your nails, a visible reminder of your longing. You need to touch him, but you know the rules. 

When Jungkook breaks the kiss long enough to gasp for breath, you seize your chance. “Taehyung.”

While you and his best friend have been making out, Taehyung has kept busy, tugging your clothes down far enough to expose your cunt to the chilly room air. Goosebumps ripple down your thighs, are smoothed away by his warm hands. “Yes, love?” 

“Can I touch him?” 

Jungkook whimpers, lightly pecking along your jawline. His hands are on your arms, your waist, your hips, wandering all over you. 

“As much as you want.” 

With a relieved sigh, you grasp at Jungkook’s t-shirt, bringing him back to you for more kisses as your other hand gropes him through his sweatpants. The bulge you find there is massive, and you moan at the thought of it filling your mouth. 

There’s a similarly needy noise from Jungkook as you caress his erection. His hips jut forward, seeking your hand, and as you enthusiastically provide more rubbing, Taehyung’s pointer fingers easily parts your nether lips, slipping inside. 

“Tae,” you groan, head kicking back to rest on his shoulder as he crooks his finger to stroke your inner walls. Your boyfriend knows every inch of you, knows exactly where to touch you to make you fall apart, uses it to his advantage whenever he can. He loves nothing more than to reduce you to a quivering, crying mess, and you’re well on your way as he adds a second finger. “Fuck, that feels so good.” 

Jungkook suddenly whines, drawing your attention back, and you lift your head to see him staring at your tits where they’re poking through your thin top. Taehyung leans over you to observe his friend’s face. 

“You okay, Kook? Maybe you want something to keep your mouth busy, too?” The hand not buried inside you grips the bottom of your tank, lightly yanks it up your torso to expose the swell of your breasts. “Here you go. She loves it when I suck on her tits. Don’t you, love?” 

Jungkook looks to you again, and you nod. “Please, Kookie,” you rasp, a huskiness creeping in as Taehyung’s lithe fingers caress your g-spot. It’s getting hard to keep your voice steady as your breathing gets heavier, just as it’s hard to keep your thoughts straight as the growing pleasure overrides everything, turning you from an intelligent person into a mindless creature acting on animal instinct. “Please put your mouth on me.” 

“Shit!” Jungkook exhales sharply.

“Doesn’t she beg so sweetly?” Taehyung asks, and the note of pride in his voice makes your heart sing. 

Jungkook grunts in agreement before latching his lips around your nipple. Your head swims, hazy with delight. The dampness on your breast chills your skin, matching the wetness soaking your thighs, Jungkook’s worshiping tongue moving reverently as Taehyung’s strong fingers plunge rapidly. 

“That’s it, Kook. Give her some love. She deserves it.” 

Pawing at Jungkook’s erection over his sweats isn’t enough for either of you anymore, so you tug at his waistband until your fingers can dive beneath, finding velvet soft skin, drops of precum dotting his head as you wrap around him and give a few experimental strokes. When he moans, you do it again, and again, faster and faster, until he’s panting into your breast. 

“Gotta stop, baby, or I’m gonna pop in your hand,” he mutters, licking a long stripe down the center of your chest. A strange thrill races through you at the pet name, followed by a loud keening as he keeps moving down, down, down, until his tongue reaches the apex of your thighs. His cock is out of your reach now as he suckles your clit with a wild voraciousness.

You jolt at the ferocity of Jungkook’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, Kook, Tae, please! It’s so good, so good, I need to-” 

“You need what, baby? Tell me.” Even though Taehyung’s hand is thrusting into you so frantically that the room is filling with squelching sounds, his breathing is even, his tone calm. Like he’s not currently wrecking you but simply making conversation. The hardness leaving an indentation in your ass cheek is the only indication that what is happening right now is having any effect on him at all. 

“Please, I need to cum! Can I cum?” At your words, Jungkook groans, and the vibration on the sensitive nub locked in his greedy mouth makes your toes curl. “Oh god, please, Tae!” 

“Good girl. Of course you can.” 

It’s not your boyfriend’s words that push you over the edge. It’s the sight of Jungkook’s knitted brow, dark eyes watching you closely as he focuses on delivering you a short but intense orgasm, a bright burst of euphoria that knocks the wind from you for a second. Your thighs clamp around Taehyung’s hand and he stills as Jungkook laps at the result of their hard work. 

“Shit, Jungkookie, look at you, cleaning up like a good boy, without even being asked,” Taehyung drawls. “What do you think, love? Does he deserve a little treat?” 

“Fuck yes,” you sigh, fingers stroking Jungkook’s hair as he leans back to look at the two of you, arousal glistening on his face. “He made me feel so good.”

Jungkook hums, eyes fluttering again as you comb through his silky locks. 

“What do you want to give him?” Taehung asks, glancing at Jungkook with one eye while pressing kisses into your shoulder. 

“Whatever he wants.” 

“Fuck,” Jungkook lets out a pained groan. “You can’t say shit like that!” He rises up on his knees, sweats slipping down his thick thighs to reveal his flushed dick. You know he must be in dire need of release. 

“Why not?” you smirk, sitting up. Taehyung does the same, both men watching as you peel your shirt off and kick your pants to the floor. “It’s true, Kookie. I’ll do anything you want. Been dreaming of this for so long.” 

Jungkook looks to Taehyung, who nods. “I told you, man. She wants you.” He wraps an arm around you from behind, hand cupping your face, tilting it to give him access to the side of your neck. He sets to work marking you with teeth and tongue as you wait for the other man’s reply. 

He’s still looking between you and Taehyung, who is paying him no mind, busy with his lovebites. Taking a chance, you gently grasp Jungkook’s chin to keep his focus on you. 

“Kook. Do you want me?” 

His mouth opens, closes, opens again. He swallows. Then he nods. 

“Yeah. I want you.” He curls his inked fingers around yours, bringing them to his mouth to kiss your fingertips one by one. “You’ll really let me do anything?” 

Struck wordless by the look in his eye, you just nod. Taehyung stops his nibbling and backs away, unable to tear his gaze away from whatever is happening between you and Jungkook, like a rogue satellite caught in the undeniable gravitational pull of two heavenly bodies. 

“I want to do so much, but right now I just want to fuck you, so bad,” Jungkook begins, shuffling forward on his knees. The hand not holding yours drops to your hip. “Wanna throw you on your back and slide my cock inside, deep as I can go. Wanna fuck you into a babbling mess, making all those sweet sounds again, delirious from the way my dick fills your pretty little cunt. I want you to ride me, tits in my face so I can suck on them until they’re raw and you’re begging me to stop.”

In all the months that you’ve known Jungkook, you’ve never heard him say anything like this. It makes you even wetter, to hear him speak with such naked lust, bass rumbling through his voice as he shares his deepest desire. His fingers dig into your thigh as his other hand guides yours to your own mouth. Behind you, you hear the sound of Taehyung spitting, then slick sounds, and know your boyfriend is stroking himself as he continues to watch. 

“Does that sound good? Hmm?” Jungkook barely waits for your nod before he presses your fingers to your mouth. “Suck.” 

You coat your fingers, get them as wet as you can, before he pulls your hand away and wraps it around his cock. He bites his lip, head tipping back in ecstasy as you slowly roll your hand down. “Shit, yeah. Just like that,” Jungkook moans. His chest heaves as you stroke him slowly, almost leisurely, taking your time. “Before… shit… before we go too far…” 

“Ah, right, we should cover anything that’s out of bounds,” Taehyung nods. 

“No choking. No toe sucking,” you say, scrunching up your face, hand not ceasing in its ministrations. “It tickles too much.” 

“Yeah, she really hates that,” Taehyung chuckles. “I’m open to anything. What about you, Kook? I’m a hands-on person. Do you prefer that I keep them to myself?”

Jungkook nibbles at his lip ring. “You can touch,” he murmurs, tips of his ears flushing as he glances at his friend. “But like, I was going to ask, do you have a condom, or…”

“She’s clean,” Taehyung pipes up between grunts. “Both tested recently, both clear. And she’s got an IUD, so you can come inside her as much as you want. She fucking loves that.”

Your boyfriend’s bluntness snaps you out of your daze. Jungkook’s eyes widen again. He glances back at you, and you grin, lightly squeezing the head of his cock to make him gasp. 

“It’s true. Come on, Kookie,” you coo, leaning forward to brush your mouth against his ear. “Be a good boy and fill me up.” 

With a desperate whine, Jungkook crushes your body to his, swallowing your surprised yelp with his kiss. You lean into him, trying to soak up every inch you can touch, absorbing everything, every little detail, from the curl of his lips down to the thickness of his thighs as he urges you onto your back, pressing you into the bed with his weight. You don’t want to forget a second of this, of him, of the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. It feels so different from how Taehyung does. So new.

His mouth covers yours, kisses turning frantic as he rubs the head of his cock through your sodden folds. “Fuck, want you so bad,” he whispers, and you moan in reply. He drags his mouth down the side of your neck as you tilt your head to look at your boyfriend.

Taehyung’s arranged himself against the headboard, propped up on pillows as he strokes himself, long, languid strokes that prolong his pleasure. You know he could sit there for ages just edging himself if he wanted to. He gives you a soft smile before looking at Jungkook. 

“Well, Jungkookie, are you going to give my love what she’s been wishing for? Or do I need to show you how it’s done?” 

Jungkook tears his lips away from the hickey he’s sucking into your throat to glance at Taehyung. “No, hyung,” he says, “I know what she needs.”

Taehyung’s smile sharpens. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck her.” 

With that command, Jungkook pushes inside. You whimper as his thick cockhead slides past your folds. He hisses, moving slowly, giving you time to adjust to him, but you can tell from the way he grits his teeth that it’s taking all his strength not to just slam all the way in. Running your fingertips over the tight muscles of his shoulders, you lift your head a little to press your lips against his. He hums into the kiss, relaxing, slipping further and further inside you, until he bottoms out. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

Taehyung’s not a small man, but he’s not girthy like Jungkook, and it’s a new stretch, but he feels incredible. You nod at Jungkook’s question, and he drops a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. 

And then he snaps his hips. 

“Oh, fuck!” you moan as Jungkook repeats the movement, thighs slapping against your ass as he plunges deeper. His tattooed hand grips your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around him as he rolls again and again into you. Winding your fingers into his hair, you bring his mouth back to yours, sighing against his lips as he fucks you deep and slow. 

The two of you lose yourselves in one another, until there’s a loud slapping noise and Jungkook suddenly bucks upwards. You break apart to find Taehyung hovering over your figures, hand rubbing one of Jungkook’s ass cheeks, where he’s just delivered a sharp smack. 

“Jungkookie, I thought I told you to fuck her, not make love to her. Do I need to show you the difference?”

Jungkook makes a noise like a strangled whimper. He shakes his head. 

“Then show me that you understand.” 

Jungkook groans, rolling his head to look at you. You brush a sweaty lock out of his face. 

“Please, Kookie. Fuck me hard.” 

The words have barely left your lips when Jungkook rises up on his knees, crawling off the bed. He grasps your ankles and tugs you down to the edge. 

“Holy shit!” you gasp as he flips you onto your stomach, handling you like you’re made of air. Taehyung’s never been able to throw you around like this, or maybe he hasn’t wanted to, but a dark thrill runs through you at Jungkook’s roughness and you moan, and you can tell from the little “Fuck” your boyfriend utters that he’ll likely take a page out of Jungkook’s book the next time the two of you are alone. 

“Up for me,” Jungkook demands, hands pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees, ass in the air. “Stay there, right like that.” 

A pair of lips kiss your exposed cunt, tenderly sucking the tiny pearl there. “Ah, Kookie, so good,” you keen. 

His mouth pulls away, and there’s no warning before his cock slides in. This time, there’s no delay, no waiting while you take him in. Jungkook moves quickly, fucking you like a man possessed, driven only by the need to bury himself deep in your waiting heat, to hear you pant and moan and cry his name, which you do, with every sharp thrust.

“Goddamn, so tight,” Jungkook grunts, sweat dripping down the gentle slope of his nose and rolling off your back. “Feel so fucking good, baby.” 

“So good!” you echo, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, fists balling in your sheets with your effort. 

“There you go. Good boy,” Taehyung drawls, sliding up the bed towards you. You turn your face to look at him, but you can’t really focus, eyes rolling back in your head as Jungkook tilts your ass up higher, searching for the perfect angle. He knows he’s hit it when your moans turn to wails. 

“Ah, fuck, Kookie, yes, right there!” 

“That’s right, keep saying my name,” Jungkook rasps, hand cupping your ass, kneading the soft flesh there. “Goddamn, look at this ass bounce.” The room fills with ringing smacks as he delivers a series of quick slaps to your cheek. 

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, burning up with Jungkook’s every move. His deep strokes have the knot in your gut reaching an unbearable tightness. You drop onto your elbows, pressing your face into a pillow as you let Jungkook take complete control.

“Taehyung.” You barely recognize your own voice, so utterly wrecked. 

Taehyung caresses your cheek, tipping your face so you can look at him. “What is it, love? What do you need?” 

“You,” you croak, pleading with your eyes. 

“You know how to ask,” he replies, fist rolling over his flushed head, and you whine, head lolling as Jungkook pulls your attention back by thrusting in deep and grinding against you, bringing his arms up to wrap around your stomach. 

“Tae, please. Need your cock,” you manage to groan, and Taehyung flashes his boxy smile. 

“That’s my good girl.” As you open your lips, he plunges his cock inside. The salt clinging to his skin hits your tongue as he fills your mouth. When you moan in satisfaction, he tips his head back with a sigh. “Shit, that’s it, love. Always so good for me.” 

Jungkook still clings to your back. He slows his pace a little, shallowly rutting into you while his hands grope at your breasts. The break gives you a chance to breathe a little and enjoy the way Taehyung languidly pumps into your mouth. Although you’re enjoying the closeness of Jungkook’s unhurried movements, your boyfriend tuts. 

“Jungkookie, are you tiring out already? Where’s your stamina?” He cups your chin, thumb stroking your cheek as you stare up at him through fluttering lashes, swallowing around his hard length. “My love here can go all night. If you’re too tired to get her off…” he sighs, shaking his head. “We’ll be so disappointed.” 

Jungkook growls into the nape of your neck. “Not tired. Just, mmm, just wanted to be… deep….” He pinches your nipples as he thrusts harder, and you arch your back, trying to take him deeper without moving your head. “Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”

“Mmmph,” you whimper around Taehyung’s dick, shoving your hips back onto Jungkook again. The fire simmering inside you flares with every stroke. 

“Come on,” Taehyung encourages, hips bucking a little faster as he starts to fuck your mouth. “Come on, Jungkookie. She’s been such a good girl for you, hasn’t she? Taking everything you’re giving her. Isn’t that the sweetest little cunt you’ve ever fucked?” His cock slides faster as he speaks, slipping down your throat, triggering a wave of saliva that you struggle to swallow down. He groans at the tightness. “Such a perfect girl, so good, so tight, just wanna fill her up, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s groans roll through you. Goosebumps ripple down your arms as he straightens up, and you miss the warmth of his body immediately. Then Taehyung pulls out and you can’t stifle your whine, feeling even more empty and cold, but he just laughs. 

“You can have it again later, love, but I think right now Jungkookie’s going to give you what you’ve been waiting for.” 

With a wink, he sits back on the pillows to watch. Jungkook places his hands on your belly and pulls you upright, securing you against his chest with his strong arms as he starts to rock his hips up into you again. He quickly sets a mindblowing rhythm, pounding into you, holding you up when your thighs quiver too much from the strain.

“That’s it, take it,” he rasps, hot breath brushing past your ear, stoking the flames inside you higher and higher. “Shit, gonna fill you up so good, you’ll be carrying me for days.” 

“Kook!” you groan, a broken cry, nothing but unrestrained desire in your voice. 

“Oh, does that sound good? Hmm?” Jungkook’s fingers find your clit and begin to rub. “You wanna be full of me? Walk around knowing I’ve been inside you, that, nnngh, that,” his panting gets louder as he feels you starting to clench around him, “that I’m still inside you?”

“Yes, Kookie, please!” 

“Fuck!” His fingers trace shapes over your clit, sketch confessions that you’ll never read, and you begin to fall apart. He follows. “Ah, fuck, just want - want you to remember-”

Like your bodies, your voices intertwine as you both come, your walls gripping his cock, draining him of everything he has. Taehyung observes in rapt silence, hand no longer moving, just holding himself as he watches his best friend and his girlfriend reach their climaxes together. 

Once your legs feel solid again, you lean forward, letting Jungkook’s cock slip from you as you rest on your forearms, pressing your face into a cool pillow. You feel a hand stroking the back of your head and turn to find Taehyung smiling at you. 

“You okay, love?” 

You’re amazing right now, on an absolute high. There’s only one thing that could make it even better.

You smile back, reaching for him. As Jungkook collapses onto the bed, trying to catch his breath, Taehyung tucks himself into your embrace, covering your body with his. He doesn’t feel new like Jungkook did. 

He feels like home. 

“Want you, Tae,” you whisper, and he nuzzles your nose with his. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, checking to make sure you can take more. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow, but you don’t care.

“Yes,” you breathe, and then he’s inside you, filling you up again, just the way you need. His hands clasp yours, pinning them over your head, as he fucks you into the bed, driving you deeper and deeper, not for a second minding that Jungkook is mere inches away. 

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he groans, forehead nudging yours. “Think I can feel Jungkookie in here.” 

Moaning, you twist your head, looking for the other man. Jungkook shifts closer, lightly tracing your jawline with sure fingers. He looks at Taehyung, who nods, then he leans over and kisses you, soft and lingering. 

Taehyung releases one of your hands so that you can tangle your fingers in Jungkook’s hair. With his free hand, Taehyung slides a pillow under your hips, and you gasp into Jungkook’s mouth at the sudden change in angle. “Ah, look at you two,” Taehyung moans, hips picking up speed. “What a pretty picture.” 

His strokes have found that spot inside you, sparking a new flame, surprising you with its swiftness. When you start to whine, Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth, and you suck wildly on the wet organ, drool coating the bottom of your face in your frenzied need. The flame bursts forth, burning everything away but you and Taehyung and Jungkook, and with a shuddering cry, your boyfriend spills inside you, coming undone as well. 

There are no exclamations or cries now as the three of you lie panting on your bed. Instead, there is a comfortable silence, almost as unexpected as Taehyung’s gift was earlier. Things should be awkward now, shouldn’t they? And yet, they’re not.

Taehyung is the first to move. He leaves a kiss on your shoulder as he rises off the bed. You watch him pad into the kitchen in all his naked glory, returning a moment later with water and three packs of your favorite gummies.

“Here, Kook.” He rips the corner off a pack and hands it to his friend before doing the same for you. “Have a snack.” 

Jungkook giggles, the sound so light and innocent compared to the debauched noises the three of you were just making. “First a threesome, now snacks? I’m staying over more often.” 

You join him in giggling, playing with his curls again. “We always have snacks after sex. I think maybe you’re just not doing it right.” 

He sputters in mock rage, tickling you until you snort water out of your nose, at which point Taehyung sighs with a fond grin and takes your drink away.

“Okay, I think it’s time for bed. We usually shower together afterward, Jungkook. Do you want to join us?” 

At the man’s silent nod, Taehyung takes your hand in his, then he grabs Jungkook’s and leads you both into the bathroom. Your shower isn’t very big but somehow it holds three bodies just fine. As the warm water caresses your skin, you lather Taehyung’s back, and Jungkook rinses yours. There’s little talking, mostly just quiet hums and tired giggles as you gently wash away the night’s exertion. 

Afterward, you wrap yourself in your soft blankets as Taehyung and Jungkook cuddle up to you, same positions as before, Taehyung's arm draped under your breasts, Jungkook’s arm slung over your stomach. You have both of your hands tangled in their hair. The three of you lie quietly for a while, just enjoying the closeness. 

“This is nice,” Jungkook eventually murmurs, face half-buried in one of your pillows. “I’m glad I came over.” 

“So am I,” you tell him, fingers brushing his raven locks off his face so you can see his sleepy smile. “Thanks for staying.” 

“Our door is always open, Kook,” your boyfriend adds. “Take that however you want.” 

Jungkook hums, already falling asleep. He starts to snore a little, and you smile, knowing how exhausted he is. You’re almost ready to drop yourself, but not quite. 

As unobtrusively as you can, careful not to wake Jungkook, you turn over, facing Taehyung. He’s still awake, favoring you with one of his boxy grins as you look at him. 

“Did you enjoy your gift?” 

Even in the dim light from the street outside, you know your smile must be blinding right now. “It was amazing. Best present ever. Thank you, Tae.” His hand slides around your back as you kiss him, hoping your lips can impart all of the love you feel but can’t express right now, because words simply aren’t enough. “You always spoil me too much. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” 

“Nothing’s too much for my good girl,” he says, rolling onto his back so you rest your head on his shoulder, slotting yourself against him. You fit together perfectly. “Get some rest, love.”  

You smile as you drift off to sleep.

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What a pathetic loser. What the fuck did you see in this clown?

“Dude, you’re shaking. You okay?” Jimin nudges him with his elbow, raising a questioning eyebrow, black hair falling in his curious eyes.

Jungkook shakes his head, and removes his apron angrily, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and phone with him. He knows he’s being unreasonable; you’re single, and beautiful, God so fucking beautiful it physically hurts him, and he’s just the lucky guy that gets to fuck you whenever you’re up for it, nothing more, nothing less. A supporting character. Fuck, he knows. But his feelings are for him, they’re private, and right now they’re out of fucking control.

The urge to punch your date in the throat is driving him up a wall. He needs to get the fuck away from here—away from you and your innocent, ignorant ways. Deep breaths, deep fucking breaths Jeon, she hasn’t fucked him yet, and don’t you dare picture that, don’t be a fucking dick, walk away, walk away now.

“I’m going on break,” he announces, but he’s already on the other side of the counter, going for the door, hands busy with the lighter you gifted him on his birthday.

You’ve said your hello’s, you exchanged the necessary, polite words you do every time you see each other in public so there’s nothing else to say. He doesn’t look at you as he passes by, can’t bear to. There’s nothing else you could possibly want with him, not unless it’s after hours, behind closed bedroom doors. Or bathroom ones—or rooftops, staircases, couches, balconies, the beach that one time, his car, the steering wheel digging into your lower back, just last week—no.

Not fucking going there.

Sitting on the ledge right outside the shop, he puts the cig in his mouth, bringing that silver lighter close to it, lighting the edge of it. Taking an inhale of the stick between his fingers, he feels the harmful calm it produces overtake him for the first time that day. He needed nicotine like he needed your pussy pressed against his face, especially since you walked in with that lame looking motherfucker after you told him you’d call.

You never did.

Jungkook doesn’t want to be this way; he never used to curse this much, smoke this much, not before he met you. You’ve tested him in every possible way a man can be tested, have haunted his every waking thought, have wrapped him around your pretty fucking finger and are twirling him around in a never ending, whiplash inducing dance out of which there’s no escape. He’d do anything for you, be anything for you, god he already has, but you couldn’t care less. There was no love in you for him—not the kind he has for you.

Trust him, he wishes he could cut all ties with you, forget you. Stop loving you so goddamn much. But there’s no button for that, no way he can get out of his own body, discard his heart.

Goddamn him, his fucking dick is hard just with the proximity of you. Knowing you were near, having smelled your perfume earlier, the sweetness of your scent mixed with vanilla and something floral, something he’s only smelled on you, and that cursed mini skirt, fuck him, with those legs of yours… legs he’s had wrapped around his torso, over his shoulders, legs he’s kissed a thousand times over, has run his hands over, has worshipped.

No, you couldn’t do this to him. This is the last time you fuck him over, the last time he lets you—he’s going to put you in your fucking place, he decides. He’s going to have to show you who’s been there for you, who fucks you dumb, senseless—who’s cock you’ve been screaming for over and over again, who’s cum you’re craving down your throat almost every night.

Who you belong to. Because fuck anyone that dares so much as think they can have you. You’re his. He just has to get it through that thick head of yours, once and for all. Before he goes fucking insane.

Finishing his smoke, he ties his hair back and away from his face, getting off your Instagram page at once. Look at him, obsessing over your whereabouts, the tags on your pictures, who you’re with when he’s not with you. In you. Fucking ridiculous.

He goes to your last text conversation, a curt message from you two days ago at three in the morning. His eyes skim over it, reading it in your drunk voice, that delicious slur of your tongue, the way you must’ve slowly blinked at his texting you so late in the night. He wants you to think of him always, all goddamn day. As much as he does.

He wants you as obsessed as him.

[03:21am] just came home.

[03:22am] it’s late (y/n). go to sleep.

He decides to text you, then. Make sure you know he’s not going to let this go, that you’re taking it too far coming there, dressed like that, and with another man when his seed is still inside of you.

[19:07pm] is this my replacement? disappointed in you sweetheart.

If Jungkook’s good at anything—he knows how to get a good rise out of you. All that’s left is to sit patiently and wait. You’ll come to him, eventually. You always do.

A half an hour later, you’re standing in front of him, manicured nails digging into your crossed arms in barely contained anger.

He wipes his hands with a rug, giving Jimin the drinks he’d just made, completely ignoring your thunderous glaring. He feels those eyes pierce through his soul, though. How can he not—he’s never been very good at pretending, and God knows you demand all of his attention.

“Replacement? Really, Jungkook?”

Jimin looks between the two of you, sensing the tension. He’s always suspected there’s something going on, but that just confirmed it. Failing to hide his smirk, he balances the tray in one palm and fucks off to the last remaining table for the day.

“Am I wrong?” Jungkook stares at your mouth, the dark stain of your lips, the curve of your jaw, those ample cheeks of yours—you’ve such a cute fuckable face, it’s one of his worst weaknesses.

He can never stay mad at you for long.

“You are.”

“My apologies, angel.”

The sarcasm doesn’t escape you.

You sigh, leaning against the counter, extending both hands towards him. He blinks at them, his own morphing into fists at his sides. He wouldn’t cave in, not this time. You needed to be taught a lesson. You needed to stop refusing him, treating him like second choice.

“Can we talk about this later?” You say in that velvet voice of yours, the one that never fails to hypnotize him into submission. “He’s waiting for me outside.”

Jungkook let’s out a dry laugh, nodding his head bitterly at your words. There’s no magic behind them today, no spell. “We wouldn’t want him to wait,” he deadpans.

“Jungkook.”

“(Y/N).”

You huff, and remove yourself from the bar completely. His body instinctively moves closer, but his mind is set. A terrible fucking jealousy is eating him alive, setting him aflame.

“You’re acting childish.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not the one two-timing people,” he retorts as calmly as possible, wanting to hurt you a little. Nothing like how you’ve hurt him. “Does he know how filthy you like getting fucked? How there’s another man that knows his way around your body like the palm of his fucking hand?”

You step back, face betraying guilt. “Stop it.”

He shrugs, and winks at you, proud of himself. “It’s the truth, angel. Don’t bring him into this if you don’t want him getting hurt.”

“You’re such an asshole, Jeon Jungkook,” you snapped, eyes glittering with tears. Jungkook looked away at once, his jaw clenching in annoyance.

Are you really taking that fuckers side? How long have you known him? Maybe a fucking week, if he had to guess. Jungkook has had you for years.

“Don’t ruin this for me,” you demanded, stomping your foot like a little kid.

Jimin had returned to his post next to his friend, and was witnessing your amusing temper tantrum. He also noticed the younger man’s struggle, the effort it took to stay put in that place of his.

“Ruin?” He mused over the word out loud, then laughed wholeheartedly, with his entire chest. It was an empty sound, a patronizing thing. “If you want to go with him, be my fucking guest baby girl. But if you do,” he warns, forearm resting on the wood in front of him. “you better forget about me. I’m not fucking sharing you.”

You stood hurt, a sour expression curving those perfect lips downwards, weighing your options. This was the moment Jungkook would finally see if you truly thought anything of him, if he mattered enough for you. Or at least if he was more important than a random guy you picked off a club. And God he hoped, for your sake, you picked him. Otherwise he would not be responsible for the Hell he’d give you afterwards.

Who he’d become if you dropped him. He’s scared of himself.

“What’s it going to be?” He presses, pinning you in place with those dark orbs. “Don’t make me become someone I don’t want to be, honey. You and I both know you’ll regret it.”

“Fuck you.”

Jungkook smiles at you, all charm and danger. “It’d be my pleasure.”

When you sulkily sit on the bar stool, and start typing on your phone, your decision sets in him. You chose him. His chest swells, his cock straining against his pants. He’d take you right then and there if he could; lift you on top of the counter, and fuck into you until all you know is his name, until all other men pale in comparison to him. What he does instead—he pulls your face in for a bruising kiss, his big hand cupping your jaw tightly, his tongue forcing your lips open.

“Get a room, Jesus,” he hears Jimin mutter, but he could give less of a fuck. He’s waited way too long for this. Let them watch, I know how to put on a fucking show.

You melt under his touch, letting him consume you. He growls low, and bites down on your bottom lip. You moan, and everything blurs—you’re alone. He craves nothing but you, needs to have you before insanity renders him incapable of fucking you properly.

“I’m getting off early,” he hesitantly pulls back and slaps Jimin’s chest, apron coming off in a blink of an eye.

“Sure, yeah, cause you can do that,” his friend sarcastically replies, but lets him go anyway.

“Don’t be too mad at him,” you add, smiling sweetly. Jimin smiles back, can’t help it. Jungkook glares, messenger bag over his shoulder, and jumps over the wooden top in one swift move.

“Stop fucking staring, Park,” he wraps an arm around your waist protectively, and takes you away. “I’m off!”

You barely made it to the car, before Jungkook turned you around, locking you between the passenger door and his muscled chest. His knee pushed between your legs, your hands on his sides squeezing the skin there. His head dipped to your ear, voice soothing you open, receptive. When his fingers disappeared beneath your skirt, a gasp tore through your throat, goosebumps rising on your skin.

You wanted him too, your pussy told him so. Your panties were all creamed up, thighs begging to be rubbed together to provide any sort of friction. He gave it to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your clit. You were throbbing—fuck how much he loved this.

“Tell me baby girl, were you going to keep him around for me to watch while you get fucked? You know you only have to ask,” he whispered, teasing you with those long fucking fingers of his.

In plain sight, for everyone to see. Christ.

“Like Hell you would,” you retort, breathless. “You’re a selfish man, Jungkook.”

He smirks at that, clicks his tongue against his teeth, and chuckles darkly. “You’re right on that,” he pulls you on him and rubs his erection against your clothed cunt. “Can’t let no one touch what is mine.”

“I’m not yours.” A weak remark, as your hips moved with his. He ignored it entirely.

He saw your naked neck, the way you swallowed, and attacked the sensitive skin there, grazing it with his teeth, sucking harshly on it. You hissed at the sensation, yet wanted more. What a contradiction of a woman, Jungkook thought, pulling me in but pushing me away. Unfortunately, for what he was planning on doing to you, he couldn’t be seen.

“Oh, but you are,” he whispers against your cheek, cuffing both of your wrists in one hand behind your back, slowly opening the car door for you to get in. “Oh angel, for how fucking adorable you are, you sure don’t use that pretty little brain of yours much.”

He lowered his head to be on eye level with you. He couldn’t possibly make it any clearer, not unless he bought a ring and put some babies in you.

“I own you.”

Your eyes told him so. The musk on his fingers guaranteed it. He smacked the door shut, licking your juices clean off. You tasted like fucking paradise.

He’d fucking destroy you.

Jungkook loved your neck, how easily it could turn purple, how perfect his hand fit around it, almost like it was made for him. He wouldn’t doubt it for a fucking second—the rest of you molded all over him, every nook and cranny.

Lifting you up the kitchen table, he felt like taking you raw, just like that; pushing your skirt up and burying himself in your folds. His thumb hooked between your lips, pressed down to open your mouth, your gaze following his movements closely. Pudding in his hands, to do whatever he pleased. Every time.

“Look at my little slut,” he admired, pushing his thumb in his second favorite hole of yours. “Suck, baby, show me what that mouth does best.” You did, your tongue swiping all around, over and under, wetting and sucking dry, repeating again and again, until Jungkook was satisfied.

He never was. If he could, he’d fucking snort you up, have you run through his bloodstream for the rest of time. His perfect fucking girl, the one that refuses to give into him, the one that drives him mad.

“Are you thinking about him?” He asks you, the same jealousy nibbling at him. It never left—it never leaves. “How his fingers taste, how they’d curl inside that cunt of yours? It’s fucking morphine, did you know, sweetheart? Why do you think you got me on my knees for you?”

He removes his digit, and decides playtime is over. He’s been lenient enough. You notice exactly when the change takes place, when his eyes darken, and your breathing quickens, fear replacing exhilaration. This was the cruel man that could make you come just with his filthy words. As much as you fucking loved it, he was ruthless—absolutely brutal.

“No,” you mumble, shaking your head. “No, Kook, no, I never—”

Not your coffee boy, but the one that uses a belt to teach you lessons. The one that always knows just how far you’re willing to go.

“Shut the fuck up. You knew what you were doing.”

Jungkook spits in your open mouth, squeezing your throat submissive. You struggle to breathe, but you take it, tightening your thighs around his hips in shameful arousal. He watches you swallow, tongue coming out to show him, just as he likes. He rewards you with a suffocating kiss, before he does it again.

“I bet you wondered how his dick would feel against those velvet fucking walls of yours,” he continued his verbal torture, his other hand pushing your panties to the side, feeling your slick, lapping it with his index, before shoving three fingers inside you at once. You hissed, nails digging holes on his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He fucks you with his entire hand, palm rubbing against your clit. You can’t think of nothing else but getting filled to the brim. “Your mouth works doesn’t it, honey?”

“No one’s fucked me but you in two years,” you confess in a haze, looking at him through your eyelids. Silver shone on his lip and eyebrow under the hidden lighting of his apartment. A shadow draped in gold.

You saw the movement of his jaw, the way his mouth became a thin line. He obviously enjoyed hearing that. But was it enough? Fuck no.

“But they’ve touched you,” he bitterly concludes. “They’ve tasted my pussy, my lips… haven’t they?” He sounded so miserable, so resentful. Your heart ached for him.

You loved this man, but he would never believe you, and you can’t blame him. You loved him in a different way, the only way you knew how. And he did the same. You met and crashed like waves. Your silence was answer enough.

The next moment struck like lightning. All you felt was pain, as he pushed you down on your elbows and ripped your panties off you in one movement. You weren’t even able to scream, the action barely registering in your brain.

“Unbutton my shirt,” he instructed you, no part of him touching you whatsoever. A shudder rippled through you, and down to your unclothed pussy. You scrambled to do as told, afraid of the consequences, hands shaking.

Jungkook groaned impatiently. “Stupid fucking whore, can’t even do something as simple as this,” he snarled at your face, every ounce of affection gone. “D’you need help, sweetheart? Perhaps a manual? None of this is helping your case, you know.”

“I’m—I’m sorry, please,” you whimper, hurrying to undo the stubborn buttons.

He cocked an eyebrow, gaze vicious. Hateful. Something kicked inside of you, a horrifying feeling—you were losing him. He was going to leave you after this. All he’s ever wanted, all you very much were aware of that he craved most—to have you all to himself, to call you his. You never gave it to him, always held back, and for what you’ve no idea. But this, having your body, pleasuring the both of you, it was the one thing if not the only part he had, the one thing he could do, he was allowed.

“Please,” he repeated, the word seemingly unfamiliar to him. “Please, what? Are you sorry at all, baby girl? Do you want me to go easy on you?”

You shake your head again, pushing the shirt off him, bulky muscle now exposed, the chiseled chest you so loved running your tongue over, and the V disappearing beneath his boxers, inviting, nearly a threat.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded, reaching a hand out to touch him, his most private part. “Please. I know I’ve hurt you, I’m sorry, please set me straight, fuck it out of me, I want only you, I promise, only you.”

“Lies,” he shouts, and lunges at you, pinning you down by your waist, skirt pulled roughly from your body. You’re met with the ceiling, but won’t dare move, won’t make a sound unless he tells you to. It’s a thin fucking line you’re walking on, one you haven’t experienced a whole lot.

You hear a shuffling of sorts, before a thud and then you feel it—his hot breath on your cold folds. Those veiny hands on your hips again, before he devours you. The vibration of his growling sends you into a frenzy, and you clench around nothing. Your clit between his sinful lips he sucks painfully at first, wanting to hurt you, but gently afterwards, after your cries settle and you’ve accepted your fate.

You’re at his mercy, and you better behave.

“Used fucking pussy,” he spits on it, fingers working together with his mouth to get you ready for his bulging cock. “What am I supposed to do with a second hand slut like you, huh? Begging to be filled with dick, dripping over my kitchen table…” he tsk’s, tongue flat against your wetness. “You don’t fucking need me, right, I’m just another naive guy wrapped around your goddamn finger, you could have me replaced at any time.”

“That’s not true!” you cry out immediately, hand getting lost in his thick brown locks. “Fuck!” A slap cuts the air—on your pussy. And he does it again, smacks the sensitive area until it’s red and throbbing and licking all over his chin.

“Quiet,” he snaps. “I can make it hurt like never before, honey, don’t fucking test me.”

You’re certain you’re losing your mind by that point, the ache between your legs overwhelming everything else, the thought of needing his cock like you need oxygen the only reasonable solution to making the pain go away. You’re coming before you know it, and Jungkook is a starving man, he licks it all up, licks you dry, marveling at the way your body responds to him, always has.

If only your heart would do the same. If only there was something he could do to make it beat only for him, as his does for you.

“No one will make you come like I do, sweetheart, God my fucking witness. No one knows their way around this pussy like I do, no one will fucking take the time.”

You go to sit up, pull him into you, needing comfort, needing your friend back, the one that made you feel good because you asked, not the half mad one, the obsession, the misshapen thing—for once you need his warm love, the one he’s been talking about, the one hiding behind the heartbreak. You don’t care how awful that is, how selfish you sound.

His palm presses down on your stomach as he towers over you, taking all light with him, flushed cock standing proudly between you, inches away from where you need it most. If he would just move closer, if perhaps you could wiggle further down the table…

“Do not fucking move, angel,” he warns, kissing your sobs silent. With a flick of his wrist, your breasts are in full view, his fingers pinching the erect nipples, calloused palms slapping the plump skin, abusing it.

Every touch vibrates directly in your cunt. You’ve become a blubbering mess, needing nothing but that long stick between his legs. A whore, as he said, a whore with no other purpose than taking dick, his dick, only his, because he’s the only one you want, the only one you need, the only one touching you like this, pushing your limits, driving you over the edge—

“Look at you, my beautiful mess,” he kisses your lips again and again, yet refuses to touch your core. Endless torture, when will it end, when will it end! “Do you understand now? This is what it feels having you under me every night, yet not having you at all,” he shushes your gut wrenching cries, removes your hands from your face, forces you to look at him. “My baby, my love…” he coo’s tenderly, caressing all the way down your body, before his arms hook under your thighs.

He positions you just at the edge of the round table, and quickly leans to lap at your cunt one last time. Christ, fucking Heaven in a woman; it’s alright sweetheart, it’s over, shhh, no more crying, I got you where I want you, I’ll take care of you now, no more crying, fuck if you could see yourself right now, so goddamn hot, a fucking vision just for me, just for your man, you perfect angel, you perfect fucking thing, all for me, all this for me—

You couldn’t describe the tidal wave of relief that washed over you as soon as he buried himself inside you. Both hands on your waist, he slammed you down onto his rock hard cock, his pace fast, relentless, absolutely everything you could’ve ever asked for.

“Harder, fuck, fucking kill me! Don’t stop, please, please, please, please…” incoherent thoughts jumbled together in a string of words, yet Jungkook understood perfectly.

Of course he did.

“Fucking slut…only way you deserve to be fucked…I’m gonna flip this cunt inside out, sweetheart, so no one will be able to screw you. You’re taking my cock so well, baby girl, fuck I want to tear you apart, I want to write my name in this pussy, mark it,” he growled in your ear, manhandling you like a goddamn lifeless doll, pistoling into you with incredible force, so much so you’d think he’d bruise you from the inside, but you couldn’t stop begging him to do so, all of it feeling oh so fucking good.

You want me to mark you, don’t you, you want me drilling into you all fucking day, I know you do, you insatiable goddamn pain in the ass, let me hear you, scream for me, baby, let me know who’s fucking you—say my name, he tightens his grip on your throat, his eyes insane with lust.

“Say my fucking name.”

“Jungkook,” you moan into his hair, nails scratching down his back.

“That’s right, baby. Again.”

“Jungkook!”

I fucking love you, sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck if you never love me back, just give me this pussy, let me drown in it, let me get lost and hide forever in your folds, yeah baby? Come for me now, cream on my dick sweet thing, c’mon, one two three—you scream at the top of your lungs, holding onto him for fear life as your body convulses violently, his own release spurting in thick white strips on your stomach as he barely manages to pull out, and everything goes black. He keeps you on him until you calm down, his pace slow and steady, fucking you both back down to reality.

Your breathing is incredibly labored, hair sticking on your forehead. You look so fucking beautiful to him, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. His pretty girl. He kisses your forehead overtaken by the strange feeling in his chest.

“God—I love you, you know?” You mumble against his chin, suddenly very shy.

Jungkook stills, his entire world pausing its spinning. “What did you just say?”

You try to cover your face, but to no avail. He’s much stronger than you, much more determined to look into those eyes that could never lie to him. You could make him the happiest man on earth or send him down to the darkest pits of Hell with just three words.

“I love you,” you repeat hesitantly, looking up at him. His expression crumbles. “I know it doesn’t mean anything, that I’m late and you probably want nothing more to do with me after this, but—”

His palm slams your mouth shut. Your eyes widen in surprise.

Jungkook then, still inside you, looks at you with the fondest look on his face, his body weight pressing down on you in the most delicious way.

“You’ve no idea what the fuck you’re saying right now, sweetheart, so I’ll forgive you,” he blinks, bewildered, in disbelief. “I never said I’m leaving you. It’s never crossed my mind.”

You furrow your eyebrows, but your words are muffled. He seems to comprehend perfectly well, anyway.

“You could kill me if you wanted, and I’d willingly die by your hand, (Y/N). Have you any idea what it means to love you?”

“I wasn’t told there was a… male model in attendance as well?”

The Director rolls his eyes at your words – rolls his fucking eyes as if him turning your solo shoot into a couple one should not make you ask questions. You never should’ve let Hoseok’s meddlesome ass rope you into this. You don’t have an agency for a reason, you need to stop letting your model friends affect the projects you sign. What's the point of managing your contracts yourself if you’re gonna be an idiot about them? Ugh. 

All this heavy, clunky jewelry on your nearly naked body—well, you have a white, crochet bikini on, but it feels close to nothing due its plunging v-neck and the tie-up thong—and now you won’t even be the center of all attention.

What is the fucking point?

“It’s a last minute addition because the company thinks this chain will look better on a male torso.” The Director flashes all his teeth at you, but you fail to make out any humor in this situation. “Besides, the male model is kind of an A-lister.”

Wow, even better. They signed freaking Sean O’Pry or the likes and now you’re gonna be used as a prop, probably made to lay over the dude’s body like a snake or something while you awkwardly make bedroom eyes at him and he looks off to the side and awkwardly avoids touching you inappropriately. Great. Just great. You swear the moment you talk to Hoseok again, you will—

Hold on a fucking minute.

Who the hell is that?

Your jaw slowly unhinges, falling wide and wider as a guy steps into your view, talking to the annoying Director you were contemplating punches a few minutes back. 

Oh, he’s not a guy, for fuck’s sake. This is Park Jimin – face of more brands than you can count on both your hands. With a jawline sharper than a knife, pouty lips, half-lidded eyes and a solidly built body that he must be living in the gym to maintain, he is the most sought after model of today. If a brand needs some delicious display of naked male chest or abs or thighs? Park Jimin’s their guy. No, for real, man takes off his shirt at the drop of a hat. Pants too, for that matter.

Not that you’re complaining, though, no, far from it. He looks like a whole snack in that floral printed jacket that he’s got on without anything underneath. His abs are so defined, you can literally count all six of them across the twenty feet’s distance between you two, and his dusky pectoral muscles bulge tantalizingly. 

Wow.

A five-course meal is shooting this commercial with you.

Now you want to be used as a prop and lay across his body like a snake and make bedroom eyes at him and, fuck, you hope he touches you inappropriately. Which you probably won’t have to hope too hard for, given how he’s always in the news for sleeping with everyone he works with. Damn, you need to send Hoseok a gift basket after this. 

Fuck, he’s looking your way.

Short, slicked back hair bares the entirety of his forehead for your viewing pleasure, and the strong line of his brows immediately has your breath hitching. He isn’t just beautiful or sexy, Park Jimin is handsome. And ripped. Fuck, he’s really bulging with muscles with every step he takes; your strength kink is quaking. You are staring but your gaze is also jumping around his entire body because you really don’t know where to look – there’s so much to take in between the clenching planes of his abdomen, the heaving pair of his pectorals, the thick pads of his shoulders and those thighs that seem to want to tear through his pants. 

There is jewelry on him, identical to yours with regards to its make. But contrary to the single thick chain that’s adorning your cleavage, he’s got two shorter, choker-like necklaces as well, sitting prettily on his sharp collarbones. He’s also wearing earrings, which you didn’t have to because they were covering your ears with hair.

You’re so lost in sharpening your focus, that you barely even realize he is nearing you. Plump lips thin out around a straight line of teeth and hooded eyes squint in humor. 

His smirk is devastating. You’re down bad, you’re down fucking bad. 

How to ask him to fuck your throat without offending him? You don’t really care because you’re about to be very crude about it. You might get thrown off the set and kicked out of the project, but you’re willing to risk it all by going tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji on him. Shit, is he emanating pheromones? Are y’all werewolves? What is going on, why do you keep getting this urge to climb him up and rub your body all over his? You…are in love with this man. That’s the only logical explanation. Or maybe it’s your pussy that’s in love with him, but because she pretty much represents you right now, it is nothing but undying love you feel flowing from you to him.

“Hey—”

“My pussy’s in love with you.”

Jimin’s eyebrows lift up high and higher until they reach a point where they’d be off his forehead if he was a cartoon character. 

And you get it. That was too direct. And too soon. You could’ve at least waited for the dude to finish his damn greeting. 

“Uh…” His eyelids flutter rapidly over rounded eyes, and fuck, how does he look adorable on top of being sex-on-legs? Quickly looking around the two of you, he sidles a few inches closer and lowers his stunned – and stunning – face to your eye-level. “Come again?”

Oh, you will. You surely will come again but you need to come for the first time before that. And you need to introduce yourself to him like a normal human before that.

“I mean, hello, Jimin. It is nice to meet you.” You try to put on a smile as you give him your name. Your eyes glide down his throat to land on his pecs again. A wistful sigh makes it past your lips. “You’ve got nice tiddies.”

And this is when Jimin finally snaps out of his reverie to cough out a bewildered laugh. Soon after, his face is morphing back into the panty-melting smirk you saw him wear earlier and he’s laughing with his whole body, allowing his shoulders to jump and head to shake.

His laughter is kinda cute.

You still wanna climb him, though.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he finally says to you, his words more of a wondrous exhale than actual speech. “Thank you for the compliment. Although they’re more than just nice, won’t you say?”

Your back meeting a cold metal has you hissing, and you blink in surprise at the realization of how easily he walked you back towards his trailer without you realizing. His tiddies distracted you.

“True.” You nod, tilting your chin up to fight back a shiver when your bare back meets icy cold metal once again. “They’re sort of amazing.”

Jimin’s grin turns filthy, gaze wholly unabashed as it scans your own chest. You know your nipples are pebbled because you can feel goosebumps running across your entire body. He lifts a ringed hand and very carefully places the tip of his index finger in the hollow of your neck. Dark gaze catches yours again as the digit begins a fiery journey down your sternum, running past the chain resting there, and easily fitting between the tight cleavage of your half naked boobs.

A deep gasp leaves your chest, body arching to invite further invasion from him. And he complies, bringing his thumb up to softly rub it over the skin of your exposed boob, between the edge of the scrap of crochet that’s holding it in place, and the metallic jewelry advertised over it.

"Yours, too," he mumbles suddenly, eyes glued to the tip of your breast protruding against the thick fabric of the bra.

For a second, you're lost. Because how are you supposed to keep track of your conversation when the entire set around you has faded away and all you can see, breathe and feel is Park Jimin?

But then it suddenly registers that you'd complimented his…well, tiddies, which means that he's now complimenting yours. Oh, wow. Is this supposed to flatter you? Turn you on? Or make you wanna laugh? Somehow, it's doing all three.

Coughing through a snort, you bite down on your bottom lip and shake your head. “Just amazing? I expected a higher praise.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimin's gaze comes flying up to clash with yours, mirth swimming in his brown eyes. “But I haven’t seen them naked like you did mine. This is the best you get on these unfair grounds, baby.”

Fuck, fuck, you don’t breathe for a whole lot of seconds after that. 

Wide-eyed, you trace the way Jimin’s tongue peeks out of his mouth to scrape against his bottom lip. It’s wet and soft and so red, you wanna taste it. Breathless and delirious, you’re tilting your head and inching towards him when – his other hand comes up to cup one of your tits, placed firmly against the globe in such a way that his thumb makes an easy swipe of your hard nipple.

“Ah!”

His lips quirk up at your gasp and he erases a few more inches of distance between you two, this time nearly molding your soft curves against his solid planes.

“I would very much like to, though,” he murmurs so close to your lips, you can almost taste his breath. It is chocolate flavored. “If you’d allow it?”

As if his smirk wasn’t fucking distracting in itself, his thumb’s relentless back anf forth motions over your nipple is wiping all thoughts out of your head. Oh, God. This guy is sexually hypnotising you. Next thing anyone knows, you’ll be on your knees, ready to suck him off in public. 

In…public.

Public!

Snapping out of the daze Jimin put you in, you peek around his broad body. To your relief, everyone is still running around like headless chickens and no one is so much as looking in the direction of the two of you.

Still. You might be horny enough to let go of a shoot in favor of bomb sex with the sexiest guy you’ve ever seen. But you’re not horny enough to be sex-taped by an entire studio full of people.

“Not here, of course,” he reassures you in the same low, husky voice he’s been using all this time. 

Either he read the horror on your face, or he can read minds. Maybe you’re right about Jimin’s hypnotic abilities. Wow, is this why people keep falling into his bed left and right? Ooh, or maybe he just has a strong dick game. Well. You can’t wait to find out.

“I…” You clear your throat, suddenly a bit conscious about both his hands using your boobs as stress balls out in the open where anyone can see you. You’re still destroying your bikini bottoms with warm arousal, but your brain is slowly catching up on how crazy your life will get if you made an accidental soft porn sex tape with Park Jimin in the middle of a shoot. “I’ll meet you…here? After the shoot?”

Jimin looks at you with amusement infused incredulity. “After the…” He sighs, shaking his head with a fond smile. His hands come up to cup your cheeks. “Sweetheart. There’s no afters in my life. I’m offering you my dick now – as a one time offer. It’s not a bookmark now and read later scheme, okay? So either you say yes, we slip into my trailer and I see how much your pussy actually loves me. Or you say no, we finish the shoot and forget this interaction ever happened.” He removes his hands from your face and crosses them across his beefy body, while one of his eyebrows shoots up in question. “Which will it be?”

Your jaw is currently on the floor. This guy is dangerous. He literally propositions sex as if he’s making a business deal! 

You want him.

Instead of saying it, you try to show it – grabbing the lapels of his jacket and allowing a smirk to curl upon your lips. “Yes.”

His eyes sparkle with excitement and dark promises and teeth dig into his bottom lip. “Jeremy!” he suddenly calls for your Director, and for a moment you fear he trapped you into a seductive conversation to have you kicked off set on grounds of sexual harrassment, until – he continues with a, “Take a break, my dude! I’ll be back in a while!”

Some shuffling, rustling and grumbling echoes around you. Jimin never breaks eye-contact even as he punches the code to unlock his trailer right next to your head. His gaze is so fucking intense, he makes you wetter just by looking at you.

“R–right, Mister Park! Do… do we arrange for… spares?” comes a scream back in your direction.

“You know it, Jer.” Jimin grins and you frown in confusion.

“Spares?”

“Our outfits.”

Oh. Oh. Park Jimin really is an A-lister, huh?

You don’t get to think much on it when he unlocks and pulls the door to his trailer open and guides you in, walking you backwards up the stairs while he locks you two in. A gust of air-conditioned air washes over you when you reach the floor, sending a shiver through your entire body. But because Jimin hasn’t stopped walking, you move further until the backs of your legs knock against what feels like a chair. Knees buckling, you fall into a cushy chair and thickly swallow at the daunting sight of Jimin standing over you. You’re almost at the level of his crotch. Perfect.

But before you can even get your hands to move from their clutching of the armrest, Jimin drops to his knees and lines his face up with your boobs. Oh. Yeah, this works too. This is what he was focussed on, anyways.

“May I?” you teasingly question, looping a thumb beneath one of the straps at your shoulder.

Jimin looks at you in faux disappointment. “That color looks amazing against your skin, sweetheart. Feels like a crime to take it off.”

You blink in confusion because, um. What else are you supposed to be doing, then?

The man before you answers your unasked question with his own hands, reaching towards the cups of your bikini top to pinch the edge of each between an index finger and thumb, and pulling the cloth away from your skin. 

His eyes look into yours. “This okay?”

You’re about to splinter the wood of the fucking armrest with how much sexual tension has accumulated in your body because of his ass, and he has the audacity to still ask? Like. He’s obviously asking for your consent and it is sexy as fuck. But it’s also inconvenient as fuck because he isn’t hurrying up the way you need him to!

Nodding as quickly and rapidly as you can manage, you exhale a breathy ‘yes’ along with it, just in case he’s one of those guys who are anal about “verbal consent.” You quite possibly are an embarrassment to feminists and healthy sex advocates that keep preaching “communication during sex with your partner” and all that jazz, but – you’re a very basic bitch, right now. Tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji. 

Why’s he being so artistic about it?

“Good.”

And then finally, finally, the crochet is tugged away from your breasts and your twin globes spring free, literally tumbling into Jimin’s face as he eagerly leans closer. His nose presses against one of your hardened nipples, and you watch the brown in his irises bleed into black within a moment. 

Both his palms nearly scramble to lift the weight of your tits in them, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh, the intensity of which increases the louder you moan. The pads of his thumbs flick at your nipples a couple of times, until your back arches and head is tossed back. That is when Jimin releases one of your boobs to cup the back of your neck and pull your gaze back to his. The tip of his thumb scrapes around your sensitive areola, all the while his fiery gaze stares into your soul.

And then, to run your sanity completely off the track, he lowers his face to the neglected mound and, slowly releasing the back of your neck, brings his other hand to cup the curve of your breast. His dark gaze never leaves yours when his lips make contact with your nipple, but yours leaves his when he envelops the nub into the warmth of his mouth as you clench your eyes shut and cry out.

“Mm hm,” he hums around your flesh and runs his tongue across the hard peak as if he’s licking up ice-cream. “You like it, baby?”

“L–love it, Jimin…”

Humming again, he gets to work, sucking on your boob with all his might. His other hand resumes work at the same time, massaging the other tit while his thumb presses against the nipple and twirls it around in an agonizingly pleasurable motion. His teeth make no delays in joining in on the torture, brushing over your skin slowly, and then when Jimin opens his mouth wider to wrap his tongue around the entirety of your bud, they press into the flesh just above your areola.

“Fuck fuuu~k!” 

You can barely formulate any coherent thought at this point, Jimin’s occasional grunts barely registering with you, especially after he changes sides and lets his tongue lap at the other nipple he’d been abusing with his thumb.

“Jim—in,” you whine, twisting up in your place – whether to escape the torturous fire in the pit of your belly or to delve further in it? You have no fucking idea. “Please… please…”

The guy responds by engulfing as much of your boob as he can in his mouth. You scream his name this time, and he responds with a deep grunt, placing both his hands on your waist as if to ground himself. Well, he’s grounding you too, because your head is among fucking clouds.

Sounds of wet, sloppy kisses fill the space around you, making it extremely difficult for you to open your eyes. But this is the opportunity of a lifetime, so you fight against the brain-melting pleasure to pry your eyelids apart – and take in the sight of Park Jimin's mouth working on your breast. His eyes are shut and brows are scrunched up in concentration. The graze of his plump, reddened lips against your skin is the most erotic sight you have ever seen in your entire life.

One of Jimin's hand journeys down past your hip to grip onto your thigh, while the other travels up to wrap around the back of your shoulder. He pulls his mouth off you with a wet plop, giving you barely any time to react to the shivers that his warm breath against your nipple sends through you, before he is smacking open mouthed kisses up your chest, tongue running over your collarbones, until he buries his face in your nape.

Your own hands shakily move from the chair's wood that you've definitely made a dent in, to brush through his hair and glide down his back. He still has his fucking jacket on, which annoys you but also makes you moan against his shoulder because he's gonna be coated in sweat and you'll get to lick it off his body.

"Hold on tight," Jimin suddenly mumbles into your neck.

And just as you've clutched one of your hands in his jacket and wrapped the other around his neck, one of his own folds a leg of yours around his waist and the other pushes against your back to heave you off of the chair. You're barely in the air for three seconds before he presses you against the wall of the trailer, fingers digging into your thigh and nails raking a path up to the ties of your bikini bottom. When he gets there, he slips past it to grab at your ass, though, not once detaching from where he's sucking at the skin of your neck. 

"You're so fucking thick," he groans against you before pulling back to stare at you with lidded eyes. "And so fucking soft, baby."

To emphasize, his hand obscenely squeezes at your ass cheek. You jump a little, immediately whining when he chuckles at your reaction. Pulling him closer by the hand you still have around his neck, you press your crotch up against his and grind, making him hiss at the friction.

"And you're so fucking hard," you tell him in the same wonderstruck voice he used, "baby."

Not allowing him much time to react, you spin the two of you around so that he’s the one pressed up against the wall. He looks surprised but you don’t miss the jump in his throat. And now. You lean away and admire Park Jimin in all his sweaty, sexy glory. Droplets run down the line of his slender throat, settling into the hollow above his collarbones. Some escape and hang on like precious gems from his nipples. Others, the quickest of all, race down the ridges of his tight abdomen.

It is your personal mission to collect every single one on your tongue.

Pressing your bare tits up against his damp chest and ignoring the cold from his jewelry, you fuse your lips to his neck, slowly running your tongue down the corded muscles there. Jimin’s hands hold your waist, fingers digging hard every time your teeth meet his skin, in time with the whiny breaths that escape his throat. You take your sweet time lapping up the salty liquid gathered around his collarbones, relishing the flavor of his skin at every inch you cover. The two chains that fall across his clavicle get in your way, and so you shift them away with your lips to press kisses to the skin beneath them quickly, before you move downwards.

Pushing the edges of his jacket away to shove it off of his body, you swipe your tongue across both his nipples, one by one, and then follow the rivulets of sweat down his abs. At one point, you seal your lips over tight muscle and suck like a starved bitch.

“Fuck, baby, love that…”

Oh, does he? You’re gonna bite your way through his abs.

Sitting on your haunches and eventually kneeling between his legs, the smoothest course of action to take from here is focusing on the straining length right in front of your face. One of his hands is braced on your shoulder, while the other rests softly atop your head.

You look up to find his lips parted and chest heaving. Delicious. And then you pull down his pants and then his boxers in quick succession. His dick is thick, long and leaking precum. Fucking delicious.

Wrapping your lips around the angry tip, you don’t need any prompting from Jimin to swallow this gorgeous, curvy length. He meets the back of your throat with ease, massive fucker, and his fingers immediately clench in your hair.

“Like that – just like that!”

You suck on him like your life depends on it, working your mouth up and down his girth, tongue massaging the velvety skin. Jimin tries to help by guiding your head with a hand, but he’s mostly too busy groaning your name in the sexiest of tones you’ve heard him use. The sounds have the pool of arousal in your panties growing at a continuous rate. Your hands take support from his sculpted thighs, and despite the entirety of your brain being driven to worship Jimin’s dick, the firmness of the muscle in his legs still manages to register with you. 

Is this guy all muscle on bone? Given the amount of muscles you can see, he’s gotta be really fucking strong. Fuck, you just got wetter.

You go deeper, this time actually swallowing when his head is lodged in your throat, and Jimin breaks into curses.

“I’m gonna—fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fucking come—”

You grant him the littlest of refuge by decreasing the depth of penetration, but your tongue still works on him tirelessly, until you feel the guy trembling against you. That is when you bring one of your hands up to cup his balls, softly massaging the tight sacs. 

“Ahh—I – fuck, fuck, fuck – b–b–baby, plea—ah! I’m—I’m gonna—”

Biting back whimpers of pleasure that rise up your throat at the desperate mess of broken moans escaping Jimin, you pull a little away and relax your throat to push him into the constricted depth again. And you move your head on him like a maniac, having him fuck your throat because you need it as much as he does. You need him to come like this – you need his thick release flooding your mouth, rolling down your throat. You need to fucking choke on his cum the way you’re choking on his cock. You need to swallow every single drop of it.

Another knead of his balls, and Jimin is hissing your name, his body stiffened but his cock pulsing. And one – two seconds later, spurts shoot out of his length, both his hands on your head to control the force of the jerks he makes against your face. 

He doesn’t know you don’t fucking care that your nose is pressed against his pelvis because your throat is busy working the thick load of his release down its channel so that nothing leaks out of your mouth. It’s a difficult feat to achieve given how much he’s spilled, but you’re euphoric cleaning it all up.

So euphoric, in fact, that you don’t really notice when he pulls you up into a standing position and takes your lips in a messy kiss. It’s only when Jimin tangles his tongue with yours with a groan that you realize the fact that the first time you kiss those dreamy lips is with his cum coating your tongue. But if he doesn’t mind, neither do you.

But you do need to catch your breath, so you’re the first to pull away. Jimin looks at you with actual hearts in his eyes. You grin at him.

“Best suck of your life, or what?”

Rolling his eyes, he pushes you onto the bed right behind you. You fall back, spread eagle, and he climbs up your body like a predator. But his eyes hold a distinct look that you can’t place. Is this afterglow? Or was this really the best suck of his life?

“Dude.” You nudge him when he’s straddling your thighs and stroking your stomach with his tongue trapped between his teeth. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

“Too late. My dick’s already in love with you.”

Warmth floods your cheeks, at both the compliment and the callback to the first ever sentence you said to him. It still holds true, though, so you don’t protest, not even when he smirks at you.

Jimin then picks up the chain lying haphazardly across your breasts to press it against one of your nipples. And then wrap it around the nub. When you gasp in pleasure spiked pain, he pulls the jewelry away and gives the nipple a comforting suck. You hold onto his hair with a hand, the other reaching up to clutch the sheets. At the same time, he works on untying your bottoms.

The moment the crochet falls off, Jimin descends your body, pressing hot kisses down your stomach. And then he’s licking a stripe down your clean shaven mound, to slip across your clit.

“Fuck! Jimin!”

“You’re so fucking wet, what the fuck…” He groans aloud, two fingers pulling your pussy lips apart. Your breath catches at the sight of him gazing so obscenely at your wet center. “Such a tiny pussy…and it’s fucking coated with your slick, baby…”

That is the last of his audible words before his lips latch on, tongue gliding past your entrance. Your back arches clean off the bed with that first stroke, rounded lips open on a silent scream. 

“You like that?”

“Fucking love it, Jimin…”

He’s chuckling against your thigh, nose nudging at the soft skin, before his mouth is back to your folds, pillowy lips making their way through the slick skin to press a suckling kiss to your clit.

“Oh, right there!”

Jimin flicks his tongue against the nub at your gasp. “Here?”

And he’s totally messing with you now, because before you can respond, his tongue slips past your slit again, satiny soft warmth against your labia that turns into cold stiffness when it’s inside your heated channel. Then he quickly pulls out and plants a light, closed mouth kiss to the hole he just exited.

“Or here?” 

A gurgle rises up your chest at the tease, and unintelligible words tumble out of your mouth.

“Ah, what’s that, baby?” he breathes against your wetness, voice loaded with humor.

“Every… everywhere,” you manage to heave out between your tumultuous breathing.

“Fuck,” comes a hiss from him, and a hand tweaks one of your nipples while the other rearranges your body to push you further up on the bed.

Trembles run through your legs when Jimin’s hands brace against the underside of your thighs to push them apart. He delves in with teeth this time, nipping at your turgid bundle of nerves before he pushes his blunt front teeth up against its hood to allow his tongue complete, unobstructed access to wrap around your clit. And you sob, breathless and shaking, your mind a blank slate, at the precipice of exploding with blinding pleasure.

Jimin shifts his focus, then, running his teeth past your clit and making you shriek in surprised pleasure as if it's nothing, and pushes his tongue in you again. This time, he is rough and strong, plunging deep into your heat with that long tongue of his, and licking up your juices from inside of you. The motion sends your mind spiraling through a frenzy, which combined with the rhythmic bumping of his plump upper lip against your clit, has you at the brink of your release in no time.

Whimpering, you reach out to fist a hand in the tuft of his thick hair, and brace the other one on the forearm he has wrapped around your thigh. You blink down at him through crusty, wet eyelashes, moaning loudly at the lewd sight of his head pressed up between your legs. Alerted by your touch and sounds, his eyes flutter up, meeting yours across the span of your body, through the valley of your breasts. They house molten desire, thick and swirly, and all you can do is shudder uncontrollably when that gaze pushes you off the cliff.

“F–f–fuck, I’m coming, I’m—oh fuck!”

The walls of your pussy clamp down on his tongue, convulsing as they push out your juices all over his mouth, while your entire body breaks into gooseflesh, warm spasms wrecking you from head to toe under the weight of the climax that crashes into you.

Jimin licks you clean through it, and by the time you’ve stopped shaking and can recollect your brain which feels as if it has been spilled all over the place, he’s kissing his way up your body. Tongue licking a line across your lower tummy, he sucks a bruise into your waist.

“J–Jimin,” you call for him, weak and desperate, but with no idea about what you want from him.

He responds by biting into the flesh right beneath your belly-button. “I got you, baby…”

Does he? He probably knows what you want.

Slowly crawling up to hover above you on his hands and knees, Jimin entire focus is on the chain that dangles from his neck and drags up your abdomen, the small cold spherical metallic pendant cutting a line of goosebumps across your sternum, to rest snugly in your collarbones. But Jimin isn’t satisfied with that, so he moves himself a couple inches lower, rolling the metal ball down your body and running it up the slope of one of your breasts to rest it next to the bunched up bikini top he's got tucked beneath your boobs.

"Nah, this needs to go," he suddenly muses out loud, grabbing at the fabric along with your chain that’s entwined with it, and pulling them above your boobs, prompting you to raise your arms as he rolls the material away from your head.

Just as the fabric and chain combination touches your wrists, though, he stops. Tilts his head to a side to observe it, squinting at your wrists with a dark gaze, and then he does something that tightens the cloth and metal over your wrists. 

Oh. You're – oh. He's tied your hands together. They now rest against the wall above the pillow on his bed, and damn, it shouldn't be as arousing as it is. But the intensity of Jimin's stare when he scans your naked body from top to bottom has your breath catching and mouth drying up.

"Such a beautiful, beautiful body," he slowly whispers, his words condensing in the heated space between you two. One of his hands reaches up to paw at your boob, while the other grabs at the flesh on your hip. "So fucking responsive," he hisses when your nipple hardens within seconds, and swoops down to lick a wet strip across it. 

You shiver, proving his words, and blink up at him in anticipation. You must’ve released nothing short of a lake of wetness on his covers at this point, and every little ministration from him is just turning it into a sea.

Removing the hand on your hip to relocate it between your legs, Jimin brushes his finger lightly through your swollen folds. His gaze stays steady on yours, while your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Look at all these juices this sweet pussy keeps leaking," he sighs, bringing his hand up to show you his glistening digits that you are able to focus on with much difficulty. "Soaking my fingers when I haven't even entered you yet, baby?"

He pops them into his mouth, shutting his eyes to clean them up with a lewd slurp. Then his lids part again, heavier than before, and his fingers return to your center.

"This is the pussy that's in love with me, huh?"

Surprised at the question – more like shocked at the realization that he hasn’t let go of this, yet – you gape at him cluelessly. That is all it takes for his hand to clench in a rough squeeze on your boob in punishment.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You're going to die if this man doesn’t fuck you soon.

"Y–yes, Jimin," you whimper.

"You were so ready to throw yourself at me outside, baby," he mocks you in a sweet voice, quite opposite to the rough thrust his fingers make inside of you at the same time. "My pretty little slut… Would’ve let me fuck her out there if I wanted… Ready to let me strip and bend her over in public because she was dripping, huh? Such a pretty little slut…”

His fingers smash against your g-spot at a bruising pace, cleansing your mind of all thoughts that don’t comprise the pressure building your abdomen, Jimin’s dark eyes and his clenched jaw. 

Tunnel visioned and unilateral minded, you do not catch the context of his next question at all: "Aren’t you?"

Your body jumps with each rough push of his index and middle finger inside of you, and your brain refuses to cooperate.

Jimin’s hand on your boob jostles you, eyebrows furrowing as if in anger, but then he clarifies, "Tell me you're my pretty little slut.”

"I–I–I’m your… your lih–little s–s–s–slut!" you struggle to formulate, brainlessly parroting his words while your eyes seal shut and tears accumulate at the corners.

"Pretty!" he admonishes, reminding you of the word you missed by twisting your nipple.

You jump, whimpering in pain but moaning in pleasure because Jimin’s warm mouth is right there to lick the sting away from the sensitive bud. Roughly swallowing past your dry throat, you frown to focus on the instructions given to you, and try again.

"P–pretty… pretty little slu–slut!"

"Whose pretty little slut?"

Oh that you do know. "Yours! Jimin's!"

"Look at you, fuck.” Jimin groans and you hear some rustling before he’s hovering over you, a hand braced next to your head, his bulging bicep next to your face and his lips skimming up your jaw. “Do you wanna come, baby?”

"Yes! Please, Jimin! Please make me come!” 

His nose nudges against yours before his tongue licks at your lower lip. “You want it that bad? What will you do for it?”

You seriously do not have any braincells left to come up with crazy promises, so you settle on, “Anything!”

“Oh? Is that so? You’d do anything to come for me?"

And you’re just nodding, accepting his kisses despite the burn in your lungs, literally risking it all to just have this knot behind your belly-button explode into a mind-blowing release.

“Should I open the doors? Invite the entire set to watch what a filthy whore we have here, hm?”

You have never in your life considered yourself to be an exhibtionist in any capacity, and so his words make your eyes flutter open in confusion. But – what confuses you more, is the sudden clench your pussy gives at the prospect, making both yours and Jimin’s eyes widen. You tug at your restraints when he grins, shaking your head to clarify that you’re not actually a whore, this is probably just an ego thing because being pressed between Park Jimin and his bed is an honor. 

But just then, he is pulling his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, leaving you shrieking, gasping, stunned – bereft. “Jimin! What—I was so clo—mmph!”

His wet fingers shut you up, sliding through your lips to settle on your tongue. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Whores don’t get to come, baby. Only good girls do.”

You try to speak with his fingers literally in your mouth and a garbled bunch of nothing comes out. Jimin chuckles.

“What? You’re a good girl, now?”

You nod your head, wide-eyed and empty-lunged. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” He presses a messy kiss to the underside of your jaw, smiling so wide, his eyes squint. “A good girl cleans up after her. You wanna be a good girl?”

Eyes rounded further, you nod harder.

“Lick my fingers clean.”

With a gusty inhale through your nose, you lick over and around his digits. Spit dribbles down the side of your mouth, but neither you nor Jimin care, your gazes trained on each other. His own mouth parts after a while, tongue resting at one corner as he slowly extracts his now clean fingers. Wow, you did a good job.

Smacking your lips, you puff up your chest and flash him a smile. But the action presses your breasts up against his chest, and Jimin snaps. Shuffling around the drawer next to the bed for a foil packet, he’s quickly covering his stiff cock in rubber. He’s so fucking hard again, you’re in love with his dick.

And then he has your thighs spread and fitted around his waist, while his strong hands press into your forearms to keep them in place above your head, and – fuck. 

His necklace is dangling between the two of you.

Swinging daintily, seductively, from his body to yours, the pendant skims your heated, sweat soaked tits with its cold, smooth surface. And Jimin watches that movement in transfixation.

“Jimin…”

“Hmm?”

“Need you to fuck me…”

His gaze slowly rises to yours, lips twisted and eyebrows lowered. “Do you, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a good girl now?”

You nod vigorously. “Very good girl, Jimin.”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mm hm. We’ll see how good you actually are, sweetheart…” Lining himself up with a hand, he begins to push inside of you. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Catching the serious look on his face, you give a quick nod. He’s an attentive lover and it’s amazing of him to be so aware because he’s fucking huge down there. But. Right now, you think it will hurt you more if he doesn’t enter you.

Gradually inching in until his thick length is all the way in you, he moves one hand to hold onto your makeshift handcuff, while he braces the other on your ribcage, beneath your boob. And fuck, he fills you up so good. 

After he’s made one – two – three experimentive, light thrusts, he picks up pace. And then he fucking rocks your world, going hard as hell to pound against that one sensitive spot withing your channel that is normally elusive to your lovers, but this man apparently has a superpower of locating with every appendage of his. 

Sweat builds, collects and then drips down his body, as it does yours, and the entirety of the trailer seems to shake a little – but the way Jimin’s necklace dangles between you two occupies all of your focus. You stare at the strangely seductive sight, mesmerized, until the pressure in your pelvis builds again and forces you to shut your eyes.

“Ah, what’s this?” Jimin pants into your ear, flicking his tongue over the earlobe. “Are you close already?”

That sounds like a trick question, but you can’t really lie when he is literally inside of you and can feel your walls tightening. “Yes…”

“That doesn’t sound like a good girl to me, baby… Didn’t you say you were a very good girl?” He clicks his tongue, brushing his lips over yours to breathe out, “You gotta wait for me, sweetheart. Good girls wait.”

The promise of praise has your entire body locking in itself to contain the surges of pleasure from flowing to the last of your nerve endings, but it's hard. Because the way Jimin is leaning over your body makes his hips meet yours such that they press up against your clit with every stroke. 

You give up and sob, bleary eyes opening to look at Jimin’s concentrated face. “I’m very—ah! V–very close, Jimin… C–ca–can’t—”

“You can’t hold it?” he snarls, expressions morphing into one of determination. “Whores don’t get to come, remember?”

And you predict it before he even makes the move, so you dig your heels into the plump cushions of his ass, keeping him from pulling out, with a whine of, “No~o! No, please, I’ll – I’ll hold it! Promise! Just – just don’t fucking stop, Jimin!”

He nibbles on his bottom lip, forehead in a crease as he looks at you, movements slowed down but not stopped. “I really don’t wanna stop, baby,” he tells you with a pout, grabbing your jaw with his fingers digging in on one side and thumb on the other. “So you better not fucking come.” With gritted teeth, he lifts your hips off the bed and fucks you harder. “Ah shit! Look at how good you take it, fuck… Tight fucking pussy – so sweet!” 

He then buries his face in your boobs, licking up and around the globes, while you clench your eyes as tightly shut as you can, gritting your teeth to stop the fire from spreading through your body. 

After one particularly hard thrust that seems to reach your womb, though, you’re at the verge of breaking. You will either explode in an orgasm or fucking die of depravation. And so you shake your head, sobbing so hard, your tears spill on to Jimin’s hair.

“I–I–I can’t, Jimin, I really really really—please let me c–c–c–come! Please please ple~ase, Jimin—”

“Fuck, baby,” he moans against your nipple, lifting his head to look at you through troubled eyes. “You’re fucking killing me with that begging—so fucking delectable!”

You’re still blinking in bewilderment when he reaches up to pull your lips in a kiss. Teeth biting into your lip and tongue licking against yours, he pulls back within just seconds and tips his forehead against yours.

And then, in a soft whisper that feels more intimate and softer than anything you’ve shared with him so far, Jimin tells you, “Come for me, my good girl.”

Your pussy gets the message before your ears do, and it clamps down hard on his dick – making Jimin gasp with his puffy lips perfectly rounded and wide eyes looking into yours. It loosens that grip just the next moment, though, delving into a series of convulsions that churn out Jimin’s impending orgasm out of him, too. Your eyes close at some point, too lost to the electricity flowing through your veins and the explosions happening in every corner of your head. With your legs still locked around him, you both shudder through your orgasms together, twitching and whimpering for a while after the waves have rolled over and ceased.

Catching your breath is harder than you thought, and opening your eyes is something you don’t even wanna do. Jimin pulls out from you with a muted curse and you feel him leave you alone on the bed. Then, too, you keep your eyes shut, drained out of energy.

But you do open them eventually when you feel his hands untangling yours from the confines of crochet and metal. And it’s embarrassing how the sight of his naked chest, inches from you, sends a spasm through your body again– when you’ve just had your world knocked off its axis by the force of the orgasm he gave you.

“There,” Jimin tells you in a rasp, sounding fully fucked out, but just as delicious as before. “Your hands feel okay?”

You pull them down, wincing a bit at the tug in your elbow, but then nod. “Yeah, they’re okay. Thanks.”

Jimin sits back with a smirk, holding your bikini top in one hand and the jewelry you wore for the commercial in the other.

Oh, shit the commercial. 

You quickly sit up in horror, bracing a hand against your head when it spins. “Jimin, the shoot! We – we ruined our outfits… and the product…”

He offers you a bottle of water, chuckling. “Which is nothing to worry about at all. These are just samples,” he clarifies, raising the hand with your chain in it, “and I already told Jeremy to arrange for spare outfits.”

You take a few sips of water and look at Jimin in awe. You’re very tempted to ask him how regularly he does this. “You prepare for everything, huh? Impressive.”

Tossing your clothes and jewelry aside, he runs a hand through his hair – a sinfully sexy gesture that makes you sigh – and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Almost everything. I never could’ve prepared for the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on telling me her pussy is in love with me.”

Hissing a breath out, you narrow your eyes and punch his firm bicep. Jimin just giggles and rolls away to the foot of the bed to duck. “You’re the worst, you know!”

“Ah ah – that’s not what your pussy was saying a few minutes ago!”

He’s standing up, now, correcting his pants, and you look around for something to cover yourself up. A purple hoodie lands next to you. You look at Jimin with your eyebrows raised in alarm.

“Relax, I’m not tryna be couple-y.” He rolls his eyes with a scoff. And then smiles. “Wear this until they get you a change of clothes. You look like you came here in a cab and not a trailer.”

You nod, a little bashful and a lot grateful, but very careful about your boundaries. This has been the best fuck of your life – but Jimin is still an A-lister, serial-fucking his way through the industry. 

It’d be kinda nice to be friends with him, though.

“You know for what it’s worth,” Jimin says after you’re done settling into the piece of clothing he loaned you, “I’m in love with your pussy, too.”

Nope, it won’t be nice being friends with him, at all.

Your affronted gasp echoes around the space, immediately followed by loud giggles that belong to Jimin. You toss a bottle at his head – but you’re laughing, too.

Maybe you’ll send Hoseok an actual gift basket, after this.

Damn, what a day.

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