Maya 24

❥ !!warnings!!: preying and plotting, some coercion to engage in sexual activities but is all consensual, manipulation, insecurity

❥other warnings: solo/mutual masturbation, cumming, mentions of fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), exhibitionism, sexual intercourse, riding

❥notice: Angel is the nickname Jungkook gave reader.

-If you don’t get the metaphor at the end then just look it up in urban dictionary or ask🏃🏽‍♀️.

❥ word count: 5.2k

❥ pic inspo: 😩Bye because the picture gives me college fuckboy//college crush vibes and when I saw it... the fit, the pose... yeahhhhh I still can’t think straight about what I would let this type of mf do to me.

-author’s note: I loved writing this so much idk why but hope you enjoyyy!!!🤍✨

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“W-What if someone sees...?”

“The windows are tinted, angel,” Jungkook reminds you with a gentle swipe of his tatted hand under your chin so that you can look at him and not what he just pulled out of his cargo pants. He chuckles at your wary expression and big, worried eyes. “C’mon, don’t be scared... Just touch it a little.”

You bite your lip and can’t help but to turn and glance out the front windshield of Jungkook’s Mustang. The windows are tinted, but it doesn’t calm your nerves to see so many people walking and hanging about the parking lot before class. Someone’s even parked right next to the car on Jungkook’s side. He really wants to do this now? He’s at more risk of getting caught.

However, you can’t deny that you are into it. You’ve never touched a dick before, only having felt Jungkook’s in you a week ago. He’s huge, too... And it’s so much more nice looking at it in the morning sun than in a dark room. You wonder if he constantly stays trimmed because he sleeps with a lot of people. Nonetheless, his hard cock in your face is giving you the confidence to pleasure him. He did the same for you.

You’re afraid to mess up under his scrutinizing gaze, his eyes boring into your concentrated face. You’ve seen some videos on male masturbation, but never someone else doing it for them. Did guys actually like it when others touched them in this way? What was the purpose? Maybe it feels the same way as it did when Jungkook had his fingers inside of you, though that was different since you never really touched yourself. You automatically liked what he did to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, angel?” Jungkook murmurs as he leans over to kiss your cheek. You’re sure he can feel how warm they are.

“J-Just... n-nervous,” you answer, fidgeting with your fingers. You really don’t want to disappoint him. And it sucks that what’s running through your mind is all of the girls you’d seen him with before. Surely they could go through with this with no hassle. You don’t want to leave him unsatisfied. It’d be embarrassing. The rumors you heard would be true: Someone like her can’t even please someone like him. Well... they should’ve seen you take his cock.

“There’s no need to be,” Jungkook reassures you with another tap on your chin. “Do you want to watch me do it first?”

You suck in a breath. You could use this chance for your inexperienced mind to figure out how to do it. So you nod quickly. “Y-Yes.”

He grins at your eagerness. “You’re so cute.”

Your hands grip onto the armrest console as you watch him move his long sleeved, black pullover more out of the way so that you can see as much as possible in the small space of the car. His hand can just about wrap around his entire girth, but his hands are bigger compared to yours. You feel intimidated.

After licking over his palm, he demonstrates moving it up and down his shaft. “And have a good grip on it, too,” he breathes, your eyes blinking at how hot this is making you. “If it gets hard to stroke, just add more moisture.”

You nod, still staring at his member. You want to ask why it’s able to stand so erect like that and why is it twitching on its own, but something else catches your attention. “What’s that? Did you already...?”

Jungkook frowns and gazes down at his dick, cheeks flaring up when he sees you’re talking about the bead of precum at the tip. You thought he came. “Ah, it’s precum. Kinda like when you’re wet.”

Your body pricks up in goosebumps at this, because he’s aroused. For you to touch him? That’s... hot. You wonder if he had this with your first time with him. “So you’re like... wet, too?”

Jungkook preens at the more feminine term you use against him, mainly because it shows how ill-informed you are on this. At least he can teach you about it while breaking you out of your shyness.

“Basically,” he agrees, mouth pulling into a sexy smirk as he leans his head back against the head rest of his seat and glares over at you. His stare just made you wet alone. “Spit in your hand, angel.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest as you lean off of your hands and hold your dominant one palm up. Gliding your tongue over your gums and cheeks, the saliva you gathered is spit into your hand. You gather up your anxieties as well and put them to the side in your head, being bold and reaching over to wrap your hand around his cock.

A deep moan falling from Jungkook’s mouth has you keening in praise. He’s bigger than your hand, and you don’t know what you expected a dick to feel like, but it wasn’t this. It feels a little different than it did inside of you with a condom, but it’s still like a... hard and heavy mass of flesh that feels like it might have a bone but doesn’t. The weight on your hand is weird, but the skin is so smooth feeling, including the veins running up the length of it. The wet head is even more soft and velvety.

“Mmm, you sure you haven’t done this before, angel?” Jungkook questions you with an airy chuckle at how fast you learned, but your eyes stay glued to his lap. Watching you touch him in such awe is reminding him of when you’d ran your hands over his torso, so intrigued by the ridges in his stomach like you’d never seen something like it up close. Well, you hadn’t before him.

Reaching over, he unlatches the white buttons of your long sleeve cardigan, revealing the hickeys he’d given you all over your chest last night when he paid a visit to your dorm room. Seeing his marks on you turns him on even more.

Jungkook hasn’t even noticed how fast your soft and damp hands has brought him to the edge until he’s groaning really loudly. His torso arches back for a few seconds and then crunches forward with another moan. Before you know it, jizz is oozing over your fingers and knuckles, some even getting on his cargo pants. It’s interesting to see. Especially this up close.

You’re staring at him when he opens his eyes, your chest heaving as much as his. Is this how it felt when Jungkook made you cum on his fingers last night? On his member? Like he experienced the orgasm as well? The sense of pride in oneself for successfully pleasuring the other?

“Did you like that?” He asks as he bends his head down to kiss on your neck, hands cupping your tank top covered chest that you realize is now exposed.

“Y-Yeah,” you voice as confidently as you can as he pulls away. He’s still smirking with cockiness, and you swear all you see right now is him throwing his head back with parted lips and cumming over your hand. It just happened, and it’s already stuck in your mind. You barely got over his tatted fingers up your sex or him thrusting his hips in and out of you, being haunted by the visionary throughout the past few nights and this morning in your dreams... And now this...

He hums as he pulls out fast food napkins from the glove compartment, cleaning the strings of cum off your hands first and then himself. Taking a quick glance out the front view windshield, you’re glad to see that the crowds of people in the parking lot are dispersing, meaning classes are about to start. You’re not glad to see your friends chatting and loitering near the entrance. You forgot that they wanted to walk with you today...

Jungkook grabs your bag from the backseat before he gets his and asks if you have everything. Nodding, you pull down the sun blocking visor to look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you don’t look sex crazed, even though you didn’t have any sex. Jungkook just... makes you look like you’re high all the time, and your friends notice it. Blown out pupils and everything.

You don’t even bother to worry about your eyes or clammy forehead, because the dark hickeys on your brown skin has your attention the most. You go to button your cardigan back up, but Jungkook’s hand sliding over your lacy tank top in the small mirror stops you.

“Leave em out,” he suggests with the cutest pout. “For me?”

Despite your upper chest and collarbone looking like you had Dracula sucking on you, you give in. “O-Okay.” Your friends were going to say something about it, but you liked pleasing Jungkook more.

You get out of the car with your things, hoping that everyone around you chooses to mind their business today. Unfortunately, that is almost impossible for people to do when someone like you gets out of the car with someone like your newly acquired acquaintance. Jungkook doesn’t care about the stares you both get when he hugs you tightly around the waist in front of his car, kissing your forehead like he does to the other girls he gives rides to.

“Uhm... bye,” you say, not exactly knowing what to say to him in this instance.

“I’ll see you later, angel,” he says with a smirk and a wink, tapping you on the ass as a farewell. You feel so weird with this type of “affection”...

Jungkook smiles to himself as he watches you walk across the parking lot, wondering if you will keep your cardigan open the entire day. Even your little nerd friends needed to know that you were about to be his and his only.

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“No one’s looking, angel.”

You beg to differ with how much your skin is covered in goosebumps and how fast your heart is beating. It feels like someone is watching. Or maybe it’s you that is watching this scene unfold from an outside point of view and causing that feeling. Because looking around, the campus football field is not empty, and the stands you and Jungkook are sitting on are shadowed by passing clouds only a little. The football players practicing may not even know you and Jungkook are on the bleachers, but the area is so... open.

Jungkook tugs you closer to him and drops his hand on your bare leg. You’re wearing a skirt today. “Angel... Just give them to me...” he coerces, lips attaching to the weak spot on the side of your neck, caressing too high up your thighs.

You don’t know why, but you end up stammering an “O-Okay...” with no hesitation. Jungkook is convincing and makes you feel so secure and safe along with it.

Glancing down at the field again to make sure you both are not being watched, you bite your lip as you bring your hands under your skirt, pinching the band at your waist. You quickly lift your lower half off of the bleachers, sliding your lacy underwear down your brown legs and over your platforms, handing them off to Jungkook with a blazing face.

“I was about to call you a good girl until I saw your panties,” he explains, literally holding them up to the sun and inspecting them. “Why are you wearing lace? And a thong—?”

“J-Jungkook—!” you quickly grab his hand so that he can hide them away, but he’s laughing like it’s hilarious. You feel a little humiliated.

“My angel wants to look sexy and not show me,” he states with a fake frown, and you can finally breathe when you see him tuck the skimpy material into his pants pocket. “Bad girl... I should buy you cute underwear, too, then, hm?” He suggests, pulling you into his lap and caressing you to calm you down when he sees how embarrassed you clearly are. “Since you seem to like it...”

“I-I guess...” you mumble shyly, eyes staring down at the field of football players running back and forth, too timid to look back at the man holding you.

“You’ll send me pictures?” He questions, hands going to squeeze along your chest, and you use all your strength to hold back the urge to arch your body and grind against his lap.

His question is intimate. You might send him some... though you’re still new to... all of this. You’ve seen each other naked, but Jungkook is the one who’s always sending scandalous pictures or videos, especially when you’re in a class or in the middle of the night. You’ve only sent him a boob picture that didn’t really show much, but Jungkook still has it as his phone screensaver. You guess you could get more open with him, seeing as you’re a bit more comfortable now than you were when you sent that first “nude”.

“M-Maybe,” you answer, and Jungkook hums. Your response may mean yes or no in definition, but for Jungkook, yes is written all over it. Once he’s proposed an idea, you won’t get it out of your naive head anytime soon because you know that’s what he wants. He really has you wrapped around his finger, but never will he think for a second that you don’t have him wrapped around yours as well.

Jungkook smirks to himself when you send him nudes later that night, the confidence emitting from them in how you pose and expose your body letting him know that he’s getting there.

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“You’re not paying attention to me...”

“I-I told you I had to finish some work when you asked to come over,” you mumble, your face still glued to your textbook while Jungkook groans and plops down on your bed. He brought you Korean barbecue food and snacks to eat with you, but you’re too busy worrying about college work.

“But, angel,” he whines. He actually can’t believe he is begging for your attention. Usually it was the other way around with girls he messed with before, but engaging with you was different, kind of challenging, new, and fun. He doesn’t see himself leaving you anytime soon, and it honestly makes him feel weird. “Is the textbook more important than me?”

“Well, are you about to take this quiz for me and pass it with a hundred?” You question, flicking his nose when he literally bites your book like a puppy and tries to pull it away from you.

He groans again, giving up, lying his head on your thighs and shaking his headful of fluffy hair. “No...”

“Okay, then...” you cutely giggle. “I’m almost done, and the quiz shouldn’t take long.”

“Good, because my angel needs to eat,” he casually responds, reaching for your television remote and flicking through the channels. You find yourself smiling at how much he seems to care for you. You’re still so shy and anxious around him, but he has his ways of making you comfortable, even if it is out of your comfort zone. You like him. A lot.

You finish up your work and pass the homework quiz with flying colors, Jungkook hopping up and getting the takeout from your makeshift dresser once he sees you toss your textbook and computer on the floor. You laugh at how quickly he has everything splayed out, handing you chopsticks—which he taught you how to use—but ends up feeding you from his own chopsticks, because he’s trying to get you to taste everything.

“Good?”

“Mhm,” you nod with a mouthful of Bulgogi. He cheeses.

After eating a late dinner, Jungkook decides that he wants to spend the night. While he goes to get an overnight bag from his place, you shower and do your night routine to get ready to relax in bed. He returns in a t-shirt and sweats, sliding into bed next to you and lying his head on your chest. He’s like a big man child with how he holds onto you with his face in your breasts, but you just run your fingers through his hair while you both watch late night sitcoms. You wonder if he has cute sleepovers like these with other girls...

Once it hits 1 in the morning, Jungkook is barely sleepy. You playing in his hair has given him a hard on that he didn’t even think he could get this way. You affect him too much.

Moaning, Jungkook slowly lifts his head up to say “You’re makin me hard, angel...” in a raspy voice. You push his fluffy hair out of his face so that you can analyze how worked up he looks with that lazy yet sinful gaze of his. Your legs press together at this news, and you tongue the inside of your cheek, a habit you picked up from him.

“I-I’m sorry?” You respond in a confused tone. You like that you can make him aroused easily, but is that a bad thing?

Jungkook’s grip around your torso loosens as he sits up over your frame, the TV light casting his shadow over your face. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”

“I... don’t know,” you answer, your hand boldly falling from his hair to his broad shoulders, tentatively running down the taut muscles of his pecs and abs over his tee. You bite your lip at how quickly your mind short circuits at the feel of his body. Would he give it to you again if you asked?

Jungkook just hums and bends down. Not only do you feel his lips on your chest, but you can feel how hard he is sitting against your inner thigh. A moan of his name slips from your mouth when you clench his shirt for dear life, taking it upon yourself to grind down on him.

“Extra horny tonight, hm?” He concludes, hands rubbing down your sides while he trails those kisses up your collarbone. You’re excited for what he might have for you next. And it looks like you didn’t have to try to ask with the “Gonna put my tongue all in you, angel...” he tells you.

You whimper at his promise, already practically feeling his tongue gliding in and out of your entrance just at the thought of it. You feel so wicked for wanting it as much as he gives. Jungkook kisses you with a laugh at how fast you’re trying to hump his erection through his sweatpants, flicking his tongue into your mouth to give you a preview.

“You get needier every time I do it,” he sits up with that signature smirk you can spot even with the shadows on his face. You feel filthy yet so loved under his stare.

Pushing the blankets away, he gets up on his knees to have access to your form lying down below him. Lifting your tank top over your stomach, he grabs for your tiny gray shorts that you were already seeping through. No wonder. You’re not wearing any underwear.

“You plotting on me?” He playfully asks, and you turn your head in embarrassment, because, yes, you’d went commando with thoughts of this happening. It was no point in ruining a pair of underwear when you know he eats you out damn near every day... Jungkook feels a little pleased over this, for he does the same to you: plot. You’re learning.

“M-Maybe,” you bite your lip, and Jungkook just smirks again, yanking you towards him and pushing your legs open so that he can have room. You gasp, hand going to hold his muscular arm to steady yourself, but he’s getting on his stomach and kissing down your thighs too quickly for you to catch a breath. Your fingers return right back to his hair as he glides his perfect tongue through your wet folds. Your friends don’t and will never understand why you continue to talk to him.

He moans along with you at the taste of your juices, how fast he has your legs quivering next to his head, and how much he enjoys getting you off like this. You’ve visibly gotten more confident in these encounters, and his hips can’t help but to hump against the sheets with how you’re really fucking yourself against his mouth, not holding back, letting yourself go and showing him how good it is. He goes to just give you what you really want, his tongue in your cunt, but you’re pushing him off and trying to get away. He stops.

“What is it?” He questions, panting as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you leverage to leave his grip if you want to. He did not really expect the offer that comes next.

“C-Can I s-suck you off?”

You’re as soft and shy as Jungkook imagined you to be with your mouth wrapped around his leaking head, your body between his legs clad in just your pretty skin. He doesn’t care that you’re not able to take him all in your mouth yet. He doesn’t care that you’re struggling since it’s your first time. The fact that you’re allowing him to show you how to do it and trying to please him so much is about to make him bust quickly.

“Ah~” he huskily moans as he stares down at you from his position on the pillows. His hand is gently caressing the back of your neck, urging you to keep your mouth where he wants it without tugging on your bonnet. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, angel? You’ll let me fill your mouth?”

He might be pushing you too far ahead, but you nod with a moan at his suggestion. He cums at your consent, sticking his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on after you swallow his nut. There’s some tears running down your cheeks, too, from when you tried to push yourself to take him in too deep, to which he kisses the drops away as he places you up on the pillows he was laying in. He can’t even hide his own eagerness with how much he’s biting your legs and rubbing down them. He wants to finish eating you out like he intended to.

Your body can’t take the skilled licks and sucks he dooms onto you as per usual. You don’t even think you know the man between your legs when he stares back up at you with those daring, seductive eyes that make their appearance. He’s merciless with you trying to push his head away, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning one of your legs down to the bed with the other to leave you spread open for him so that you can’t run. His strength and unforgiving tongue fucking in and out of your entrance has you cumming all over his face. You’re embarrassed and almost disgusted with how much you let yourself loose in front of him this time, but he finds it so hot, licking up your climax with his tongue and finishing you out.

You feel... dirty. Until Jungkook leans over you to kiss you, praising your performance, still cooing at you as if you’re his innocent little angel.

He likes you this way, you notice.

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“W-Why this position?” You ask shyly, hands shaking over his chest. You’re positioned on top for the first time, and you feel everything but confident. He can see so much of you like this. It’s embarrassing for you, because you doubt you look desirable from his point of view.

“I want to see like this...” Jungkook tells you as he rubs his hands up your body, squeezing your chest and licking his lips. “Let you take control for a bit.”

He needs to stop looking at you like that, like he can’t turn away for even a second in the presence of your naked body. It’s making you more anxious.

“J-Jungkook...” you start to shy away from this one, but he just holds you tighter, encouraging your confidence.

“Please,” the man lying underneath you begs, softly caressing you. “I just wanna see how pretty you look for me. You’re so sexy.”

Your ego is inflating with his words and how his eyes are not looking anywhere but at your nudeness. He called you... sexy? You don’t think you’re anywhere near that term, however, Jungkook’s evident admiration in you makes you feel like it.

“H-How do I...?” You begin, glancing down at how you’re positioned over his bare hips and wondering how this is even going to work.

“You move your hips back and forth or up and down,” he directions. “Or whatever feels good to you, okay?”

You nod as he tilts you a bit forward with his left hand on your waist while he uses his right hand to reach down and grab his erection. “Will... you feel good, too?”

“Yeah,” he answers, his eyes meeting back up with yours. “It’s like how I make you feel good, except you’re on top.” At the press of his tip at your entrance, you tense in anticipation, but the push doesn’t come. “You put it in...” Oh. You guess you are actually doing all the work since you’re on top.

Jungkook doesn’t really plan to lie here and watch you on top of him the whole time. He just wants to see you fuck yourself up on his dick first.

Reaching back with an uncertain hand, you grab Jungkook’s shaft from him. Realizing that he isn’t going to move, you decide to push your body back. The gasp that escapes you when you feel the head squeeze between your folds is shaky but in want of more. Jungkook’s own groan has you trying to take all of him in to impress him, but this angle and your determination is making it harder and slightly more painful.

“Angel,” he scolds you with a grip on your hip. “Slow.” He helps to leisurely guide you all the way down on him so that he can carefully spread you without too much pain. The fact that you’re already greedy lets Jungkook know that your shy and quiet character is not going to last long.

“Fuck,” Jungkook spits out when he’s completely in. He’s doomed himself by coercing you into this position. He might not last long either.

“F-Fuck,” you curse back, and the man beneath you can’t even comprehend that you actually just cussed, because you dig your nails into his chest and lift your body forward. The slide feels so good like this. With another move of your hips, you feel him deeper than before, and a loud moan escapes you this time.

Jungkook can see the sweat forming on your face and skin already, your body tensing beneath the hold he has on your chest. “You like that, hm?” You’re already shallowly moving yourself back and forth on his cock, your eyes dazed. He wants you fucked stupid.

“Y-Yeah...” You stammer, trying to keep your focus on pleasing the dick in you instead of responding. You turn your head to avoid Jungkook’s stimulating eyes, but he reaches up to get you to look back down at him with a nudge of his fingers.

He has to keep his own stutter at bay with how good you’re going on him. “Look at me while you make me feel good, angel...” he moans.

“Hmph,” you huff, and all you receive is a harsh slap on the ass. Jungkook had forgotten what came with your type of confidence: the attitude you get when you know you have leverage over him. The ass slap did nothing but make you moan even more and push you to grind harder than before. He feels so good inside you, while you feel so good wrapped around him like this. “Hah— J-Jungkook~”

“Yeah?” Jungkook answers your call for him though you can’t really answer back, whatever you were going to say taking the form of babbling. With how you’re rocking against him with your ass in his palms, mouth falling open and hips moving quickly, he knows you can’t think straight. He can’t think straight himself, his inner thought spilling from his mouth in a groan. “Dick got you dumb, angel?”

You can’t answer to that either, too caught up in fucking yourself on him. Jungkook bites his lip when he sees you lean up off of him with your hands and move them backwards to plant them on his muscular thighs. Your body is more presented to him, and he has a clearer view of your pussy bouncing up and down his cock. Your whimpers and desperate moans fill Jungkook’s ears as you tighten your hold on his legs and throw your head back. He tries to keep his eyes on you as best he can through his hazy vision, but he knows for sure that you’re creaming his shit, it’s dripping all over him. Fuck... You’re his. Forever.

“Jungk-kook, Jungkook~” you repeat his name like a mantra, body stuttering, hands shaking. Jungkook’s moans are as loud as yours, and he’s not even thrusting back. He can’t think about pleasuring you when you’re doing it yourself. He’s obsessed with how you look right now, almost delirious, so fucked out. He’s gonna need this position more often.

You cum immediately, and Jungkook has to pull out because he doesn’t trust himself to stay in your tightness and work you through your climax without nutting himself. You’re not even done being out of character when you catch his dick with your cunt, letting his shaft slide up and down between your swollen folds. You look so sexy with that spark in your eye and with those whimpers when Jungkook cums between your soft lips, all over your pussy. The person he can turn you into has him wishing he’d went for your type earlier.

Jungkook catches your downfall before you wallow in it. He can already see your mind beginning to gear back up minutes later, your insecurities on the tip of his tongue. “You did so good, angel,” he praises breathlessly, sitting up and pulling you both hip to hip so that he can wrap his arms around you and kiss over your skin.

“I did?” You bring your lips to his, hands fitting into his hair.

“Mhm,” he slips his tongue out of your mouth. “You get all slutty on my dick, it’s cute. My little slut...” You squeak when he slaps your ass, kneading the flesh.

“Slut?” You inquire.

“My slut,” he corrects, and you grin because of his claim of ownership over you, not because you exactly understand the term.

After pulling you under his blankets with him, Jungkook is too giddy about tonight’s events. He thinks he’s done it, cracked your barrier. But he can’t help but think of how you’re fucking him up as much as he is you.

“I kinda wanna do that... thing again...” he whispers into your ear while you’re half asleep in his arms.

“What thing?”

“Make you my toaster strudel...” he subliminally answers, and it takes you a while to get the imagery. Jungkook smiles at how you get shy all over again. Despite slutting you out in sex, he doesn’t wish for your actual personality to go away. You’re too cute.

“M-Maybe again,” you respond.

There’s nothing else to say other than the fact that you indeed ended up looking like a toaster strudel the next morning.

Jungkook has a new screensaver.

⋆˙𐙚 L.HEESEUNG 𐙚˙⋆ “n-no ‘goodbye kiss?’”

“hi, baby,” heeseung greets lovingly as he presses a kiss onto his girlfriend’s crown before at her temple. he slowly spins the stool she sits on, pupils dilating when she faces him before leaning down.

his lips pucker and press on her but he suddenly opens his eyes at the different touch—realising that she’s turned her head and he’s pecked her cheek instead.

“baby, why’d you look away?” he asks, pouty, and (y/n) just shrugs.

“just felt like it,” her answer is short, unenthusiastic, and it worries the boyfriend.

his gaze studies her face in silent panic and he tries again, only to get the exact reaction.

“did i do something wrong?” he asks with a subtle shake in his voice—hands shifting from her waist down to clutch the sides of her seat as he bends.

their faces are now inches apart and heeseung’s forehead creases at his mien of concern, truly anxious at his lover’s unusual behaviour. she never does this. she’s never rejected his affections. it scares him. does she hate him now?

staring into her boyfriend’s shaky pupils, she can see the consternation in him and she resists the urge to grin. “can you move? i want to head out.”

“where to?” he questions once more but steps aside anyways. he follows her out like a tail—into the living room, the bedroom, the front door. “honey? honey, tell me, please.”

once she opens the door, his hand wraps around her wrist and she whips her head back—faltering at the sight of his doe eyes blinking at her pitifully and lips quivering as he nervously prepares his next words.

“n-no ‘goodbye kiss?’” he whines apprehensively, bottom lip sticking out as he takes a step forward, and another, until her back leans against the door and shutting it completely. he towers over her now, shadowing the girl as he looks down at her with the saddest pair of bambi eyes she’s ever witnessed. “don’t i deserve one? not even a peck?”

oh… those eyes and voice can bring a country to its knees.

hands abruptly cup his cheeks and she smashes their lips together for a chaste kiss, unable to resist his temptations any longer.

she giggles at his shocked face. “i was just kidding, hee~ i wanted to tea—”

(y/n)’s silenced by a heated kiss when heeseung swoops down without warning—seizing her lips and tongue within a blink. a new record. and it has her legs turning to overcooked pasta.

“oh! sorry, baby…” hee feigns an apologetic tone once pulling away, hand holding her cheek and caressing her flushed skin, eyes fixed on her flustered mien before at the smeared lipstick. “ruined your makeup… guess you can’t go out now.”

a knowing smirk plays on his faux face of innocence as he bends down to suck the air out of her lungs again.

⋆˙𐙚 P.JONGSEONG 𐙚˙⋆ “pretty pretty please…”

“(y/n), love, here’s your plate. how would you like your syrup today? pour or dip?” he warmly says as he lays down a full dish of stacked soufflés.

the girl shrugs. “any.”

another stab to the heart. she’s been cold and distant since she awoke. maybe, it’s just a bad morning?

he clears his throat and recollects his smile.

“dip it is then. the pancakes might get soggy if i pour,” he states and takes a ramekin.

breakfast goes by quickly with (y/n) fixed on her phone and throwing curt, lackluster responses to his conversation starters. now jay’s more than convinced that something is up and not just a moody morning.

“okay, what’s wrong, pretty?“ jay finally queries and (y/n) turns to him from the tv for a brief minute.

“nothing.”

“oh?” jay lets out, brow raised. “this social distancing right now isn’t intentional?”

his tone is sarcastic as he gestures to the wide gap between them—her on the other end of the couch as he sits in the middle. again, she remains ambiguous and frigid. just a small shrug before she rises to her feet to walk pass but is suddenly pulled onto the other’s lap by the man himself.

“jay??” she blurts, confused as she looks at him with wide eyes. he stares back up at her, eyes glossed over and sweetly blinking while brows are angled downwards and small lips in a subtle pout.

“i did something, didn’t i? why else would you reject my kisses?” jay sadly says with a sulky undertone before he nuzzles his head into the crook of her neck. “tell me. tell me, please? pretty pretty please, my dearest, (y/n)?”

CRACK!

there goes her resolve.

jongseong leans his head back into her hand when she begins to play with the hair on his nape and noticeably shivers when feeling her nails lightly scratch up his scalp. a small mewl sounds when she tugs on his dark locks softly and she titters at his cute reaction.

“i was just playing honestly, to see how long you’ll last. i didn’t expect you to crumble so quickly,” she chuckles lowly, almost condescending, but jay can only grin with a lovestruck look as he sighs at the sensation of her skillful fingers.

a deep chuckle rumbles through him and he presses a deep, sensual kiss onto her lips, melting into her as her sweet taste—both from breakfast and her essence—makes his lids flutter in their closed state.

“please, you overestimate me,” he murmurs against her mouth once they separate, noses touching as he stares deep into her dark pupils, his own being blown out and half-lidded. “and you underestimate the power you have on me.”

and he dives in to intertwine with her once more.

⋆˙𐙚 S.JAEYUN 𐙚˙⋆ “this must be divine punishment!”

“i’ve committed a sin.”

(y/n) turns to her boyfriend with a snap of her neck, bemused by his sudden confession. “…what?”

“i’ve committed a sin so grave,” he repeats with more emotion this time and the girl hurriedly straightens on the couch when he suddenly plummets to the floor before scrambling to her on his knees. “something so devastating that i have been robbed of my greatest pleasure.”

“you’re starting to worry me right now.”

“kisses! i’ve been robbed of not 1, not 2, but many, many kisses within the course of a half an hour from my angelic girlfriend! this must be divine punishment!” he wails and drops his head onto her lap, arms encircling her calves. jake then ifts his head, chin on her knee as he looks up at her with his sad, puppy eyes. “tell me what i did wrong?”

(y/n) bursts out laughing at his theatrics, hands clutching her abdomen as it tightens from her amusement. “you’re hilarious! oh my gosh!”

seeing her joy, his own face lights up, thinking that he’ll finally able to get some kisses but is once again riddled by dread when she clasps his mouth when it puckers.

she shakes her head, eyes sharpen and lips curl to a taunting smirk. lowering herself a little, she watches with satisfaction at his unwavering gaze from her face.

“figure it out yourself, lover boy,” she provokes and jake swears he would’ve melted into a puddle if it wasn’t for his desperation for the touch of her soft lips to solidify him.

her sassy, smug attitude and sultry voice bring shivers up and down his spine as goosebumps erupt. his girlfriend truly is ethereal.

he inhales deeply when she pulls her hand away, belatedly realising he had stopped breathing before and the lack of oxygen makes his head dizzy. but it doesn’t deter him from his objective to get her kisses.

straightening his back, his hands squeeze his skull as if the pressure will make him think better—and yet it somehow does as a bulb lights above his head.

“layla!” he exclaims with widened eyes at her. “i forgot to bring layla today.”

“ding-dong-daeng!” the girl mimics a chime bar and crosses her arms. “next time, bring layla over. i bet she misses her mom.”

jake nods vigorously and she sighs defeatedly before opening her arms—instantly getting pounced by jake who crushes her into the couch before peppering her face with kisses.

a soft groan of contentment sounds when his plush lips finally meet with hers and he lifts the girl into his chest by the waist as he straddles her thighs—smiling into the kiss as his brain practically shuts down from pure bliss and delight.

⋆˙𐙚 P.SUNGHOON 𐙚˙⋆ “am i a slimy, smelly troll?”

did he do his hair badly? matched his clothes wrong? does he look ugly?? does his breath smell?? did he somehow transform into a slimy troll and everyone sees it but him?

that can only be it. because why else is his beautiful, loveliest, sweetest, prettiest, gentlest girlfriend is denying him?

he gulps as he nervously rubs his hands together, eyes fixed on (y/n) who sits across from him as she chats with sunoo and jungwon.

“hey,” he calls for jake who sits beside him at the round booth they sit on.

the older turns to him, cup raised to his lips. “what’s up?”

“am i a slimy, smelly troll?”

jake’s brows knit deeply at his ridiculous question. “what?? no?? i—what are you even saying, man?”

unlike his expectation though, sunghoon doesn’t feel relieved and only grows more anxious when (y/n) excuses herself to go to the toilet—quickly doing the same once she disappears from sight.

(y/n) walks out the bathroom and turns the corner at the corridor which leads to another before the restaurant but she’s hindered from her journey by a tall sunghoon leaning against the wall near the second passage’s exit.

“sunghoon, what are you doing here?” she asks and hoon turns to her, noticing instantly the fresh layer of gloss on her lips—having the sudden urge to just kiss it away.

“…you didn’t kiss me earlier.”

“huh?”

“before we left. you usually kiss me before we leave to go anywhere,” he petulantly says, arms crossed and all as he pushes himself off the wall before approaching her.

(y/n) copies, arms on her chest as she looks up at him with an unrelenting gaze despite his looming stature. “maybe i don’t wanna do that anymore. maybe i want to be the one who gets kissed.”

say less.

sunghoon’s hands have found their place—one at her hip and the other at the back of her head as he pushes her against the wall. he sandwiches her against the partition, hunched over slightly to meet her height as his hand slowly snakes around her back to wrap around her waist—pulling her in with a strong, quick tug that makes her dizzy.

he moans into the kiss as her sweet watermelon flavoured gloss melts on his tongue. “you taste so good, honey.”

“that’s the gloss, hoon,” she pants out when he pulls away. sunghoon tilts his head, luxuriant brow arched before his tongue darts out to give kitten licks on her lips, eliciting “ew’s!” from his girlfriend and yet she’s still laughing.

he snickers as her hands try (barely) to push him away by the chest and he lets their foreheads meet.

“tasted again and i can confirm, it isn’t your gloss,” he whispers seductively, eyes flickering between hers before at her lips again. “it’s all you, sweetness.”

“you’re so cheesy,” she huffs with an amused grin and he wraps his arms around her before resting his head on hers.

“i’ll be the one kissing you from now on, okay? just never do that again. i almost believed i turned into a stinky troll and you don’t love me anymore and so i can’t break the curse with true love’s kiss which means i’ll perish unhappily ever after with you never ever loving me.”

“…maybe we do need to practice some distance.”

“so you want me to die?”

“i did not say that.”

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𝜗𝜚 hi, it’s romi here!! thank you so much for reading to the end!! if you enjoyed it, don’t forget to leave a heart and reblog—they give me some motivation, ya know? but please do not spam like!! X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

❤︎- Ni-ki is a playful, energetic loving dad but can set boundaries when they need to be set.

❤︎-Ni-ki loves teaching his little hime how to dance, the moment she could walk that's all they've been doing.

❤︎- Ni-ki loves teasing hime taking her toys saying "No its mines now" making her pout. But the moment you come over he gives her, her toy back making hime stick her tongue out at him.

❤︎- Ni-ki loves kissing your cheek infront of hime making her get "jealous" and push ni-ki off of you. Then hugging you tightly while saying "mama don't let daddy kiss you! your mine!".

❤︎- Ni-ki loves showing hime old photos and videos of you and him while telling stories about the "adventures" you guys had during the photos.

❤︎- During your pregnancy ni-ki was clingyy, and didn't want you to go anywhere, and if you did he'd be right by your side.

Riki-"Baby I mean it, I love you too much to let something happen and I'm not there when your water breaks. I want to be the one rushing you to the hospital no one else."

❤︎- As we all know ni-ki loves streetwear and unique fashion, so I believe he would treat his daughter like his personal mini-model. He'd buy her oversized hoodies, tiny matching sneakers, and cool beanies so they can match when they go out.

❤︎-His daughter would be his gaming partner, the MOMENT she is old enough to hold a controller, he tries to teach her how to play video games. and gosh he'd act like a proud coach when she wins, but if she 'beats' him, his competitive side kicks in and he demands a rematch.

❤︎-Ni-ki would lovee doing pranks with her, he would teach her how to hide your keys, or to scare you. And after the prank ni-ki would look like a kid laughing right along with hime.

❤︎- One morning ni-ki insists on doing her hair for preschool, he's fully confident and after 30 minutes of 'intense focus' he proudly presents a wild slightly crooked high ponytail.

❤︎- While watching an old ENHYPEN music video together, hime suddenly started copying ni-ki's moves later on. Ni-ki completely gasped out loud, and immediately call you into the room, shouting, "Baby, look! she got my genes she’s a natural born star!" before making her do it five more times for his camera.

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❤︎(Nsfw) -Anytime during sex when your cutie hime knocks on the door ni-ki covers your mouth saying. "Don't make too much noise you don't want hime to think your crying right?"

❤︎(Nsfw) -After a night of romance and love, during morning you were in the kitchen getting hime fixed up in her chair and she asked an odd question. "Mommyy why were you scared last night?, I heard you whining", Your eyes widened quickly not knowing what to think.

❤︎(Nsfw) -Ni-ki loves using himes random wake ups to tease you mid-act. The moment you both hear her tiny footsteps pattering down the hallway, you completely freeze, he traps you beneath him. As you desperately try to pull the blankets up to your chin, he leans down to press his lips directly against your ear, whispering, "If you move right now, the bed is going to squeak, stay perfectly still, baby". he says this while enjoying the absolute panic on your face while he waits for her to knock.

BONUS- (When hime asked how were babies made...)

"Daddy?" Hime says with a chicken nugget in her hand, "How were babies made". She says it so causally but so curious.

Ni-ki completely freezes, yeah he has NO idea what to say, the confident dad energy is GONE. The moment the question leaves her mouth at the dinner table, he chokes on his food. after he clears his throat he instantly looks at you, frantically gesturing with his hands for you to take over the conversation, completely terrified of saying the wrong thing.

When you refuse to bail him out, he'll try to talk about himes favorite shows or toys but hime goes back the the question she asked.

He stops talking for a moment, and starts thinking for ways to explain and try to make it sound 'artistic'.

He then clears his throat softly,

"Well, hime… you know how when Daddy choreographs a really beautiful dance, it starts with a tiny spark of an idea? And then you practice it with someone you love very much, and eventually, a beautiful new routine is born? That’s kind of like how you were made."

You cover your mouth trying to hide your laughter, "Oh that's beautiful" your daughter says with a fry going into her mouth.

"Oh my gosh" you say shocked, but you find it funny because its not really how its works but she believes thats how it works.

"Hime...thats not...well, it can be but..." you try to tell her but you just can't bring yourself to tell your cute innocent daughter something like that.

"Lets just leave it alone for tonight she's only five" ni-ki says placing one of his hands on your thigh.

You nod in agreement, you all continue eating and yapping about each others day.

Haii luvliess, I hope you guys enjoyed thiss, I wanted to make something different for you guys since I'm just coming back from my break.

I love you all sooo muuchh, thanks for all the support and love. stay safe! and if you have any questions or thoughts on how you believe ni-ki would be don't be scared to interact this is NOT irl lol.

Byee luvlies💗

⋆˙𐙚 L.HEESEUNG 𐙚˙⋆ “…devour you alive”

(y/n) giggles as she pecks heeseung’s nose—stamping her lips on it and widening her smile at the sight. “you’re silly for getting jealous over a shirt, seungie. i couldn’t even finish up the heart pattern.”

he scoffs, feigning deep offense at her comment. “the shirt did nothing to deserve your kisses.”

she only shakes her head with an amused grin before shifting to go from kneeling on the couch and onto the floor to plant kisses on his shirt as he leans forward for her ease.

heeseung watches as she swipes a fresh layer of lipstick on—his chest heaving with impatience as his tongue wets his own lips—before her hands gently grip his waist. slowly, her mouth presses on the fabric covering his abdomen and gradually climbs to his chest.

kiss. pause. kiss. pause. kiss.

the man’s breaths are ragged and eyelids flutter the more she lays her lips on him, frustration growing. the feeling of his love’s soft, warm pecks being so close yet so far—barricaded by his accursed shirt—thins his patience.

muah! (y/n) exaggerates the sound when she finally completes the heart shape and she looks up at her boyfriend. “look! isn’t it ni—mmph!”

heeseung smashes his lips onto hers, hand cupped around her cheek as he uses his other to pull her up by the waist. a soft contented groan leaves him when he successfully sits her back onto his lap—centers colliding and he pulls away to let her catch her breath.

feeling lightheaded, (y/n) sees all colours and shapes blurring together with the exception of heeseung who looks devilishly charming—as he always is. with a smirk on his glossed, red-smeared lips and sharp, clouded eyes, his tongue darts forward to lick a stripe off her bottom lip—a groan of pleasure vibrating in his chest and up his throat at the sweet taste of their mixed essences and artificial strawberry.

“put me through that torture again and i’ll devour you alive,” he breathes out heavily and at the meek nod from his dazed lover, his being throbs with desire—once again meeting her lips with fervid passion.

⋆˙𐙚 P.JONGSEONG 𐙚˙⋆ “take responsibility”

“you kill me with this, darling…” jay grunts lowly as (y/n) presses the last mark onto his plain shirt—intentionally letting her lips linger just above the waistband of his sweatpants.

“and…done!” she cheers and stands to leave while ignoring her boyfriend’s intent stare that follows her every move. of course, she knows what he’s after. she did all this with a motive.

she’s halted from walking away by slender fingers wrapping around her wrist, calloused skin grazing against hers in a way that makes her shudder.

“where do you think you’re going?” jay asks and she restrains the smirk that threatens to form when she turns.

“what do you mean?” raising her brows, she asks. a false face of obliviousness worn as she looks at her heavily breathing boyfriend.

his lips pull to a grin as brows knit, a face of amusement mixed with incredulity. “you started it. take responsibility.”

and before she can retort, she’s pulled into him and a squeak erupts when she harshly lands onto his lap—eyes widening at the stiffness felt through his sweatpants. but she’s not given the time to comment as the other swiftly presses his lips onto the side of her neck—peppering her skin with kisses that elicits a pleasured sigh.

“you’re such a tease,” he chuckles darkly and his hot breath fans her nape, making her shiver and hands fly to cup his face, taking him aback. “what are you doing?”

“you told me to take responsibility,” (y/n) reminds and kisses both of his cheeks—leaving deep red lip marks on his cheekbones that mimic a cartoonish blush. she titters when his eyes widen as they shift between hers nervously—or is it excitement? “i’m going to do exactly that.”

and he’s immediately pinned onto the backrest of the couch, groaning and trembling with gratification as his lover stains his skin with rosy paint.

⋆˙𐙚 S.JAEYUN 𐙚˙⋆ “…a perfect canvas waiting for you”

(y/n) grins contentedly as she looks down at her most magnificent masterpiece yet—a dazed, lovesick sim jaeyun with tousled hair and lipstick stains all over his face with the darkest marks on his mouth. “my baby’s so pretty~”

her compliment evokes a faint mewl from the man who proceeds to rest his chin onto her chest as he gazes up at her with hearts dancing in his eyes.

a loopy grin forms on his face as he bats his eyes prettily at her. “i feel pretty…even more if you kiss me again.”

his comment makes her snort before she pinches his nose.

“yeah, right. i finished designing your shirt and it’s gonna be hard for you to clean all those marks off if i add more so—”

“but i don’t have any here!” jake suddenly exclaims when she spins around to leave. her jaw falls when she turns back to see him pulling down his shirt to show his bare chest. “don’t you want to make another masterpiece? i have a perfect canvas waiting for you…”

mouth still gaping, (y/n) brings her gaze up to meet his and the façade of naïvety he puts on makes her scoff. he knows how weak she is when he puts on those puppy eyes. “oh, sim jaeyun… you sly little thing.”

he grins victoriously when she faces her body to him completely and his arms spread wide open to welcome her—leaning his head back and exhaling with bliss as he feels her lips trailing down from his neck.

⋆˙𐙚 P.SUNGHOON 𐙚˙⋆ “kiss me”

sunghoon’s fingers are clenching on the sheets of the bed as he watches his girlfriend draw a heart onto his plain white shirt. his upper back against the headboard to get a clear view which he belatedly realizes is not the best idea because now he’s desperate to just pull her face away to focus only on him.

but no, he can’t. she was so excited when bringing up the idea, he can’t interrupt her now.

so instead, he gently combs her hair away from her face before manually holding it all up in a ponytail so he can finally see his beautiful girlfriend.

another not-the-very-best idea.

because now he can see her every move—how her eyes close and lashes flutter, how she rolls her lips together before puckering them to stamp on the plain fabric and how her eyes twinkle with delight once she sees the pattern she made.

she’s breathtaking. and he might actually die of suffocation if he doesn’t get a kiss soon.

“kiss me,” he says immediately after she completes the heart shape. she whips her head to him with brows raised and eyes rounded at the sudden ask. he repeats. “kiss me.”

well, not that she minds.

hovering him, she then bends down to place a chaste kiss on his lips and is just about to retract before he coils his arms around her back and pulls her down—chest against chest, hip against hip and mouths intertwined as sunghoon deepens the connection.

“sunghoon!” she gasps and her surprise provides him entrance—tongue slipping through and a soft moan emits at the taste of her.

(y/n)‘s own eyes shut, mirroring her boyfriend’s as they both melt seamlessly into each other’s embrace and his hands slowly begin to sneak underneath her shirt to roam up her back.

when they pull away, the two are panting heavily as they gaze into each other’s eyes with a heavy tension. sunghoon still holding her tight against him, a smug grin emerges at the sight of his disoriented, flushed girlfriend as a chuckle leaves and he nudges his nose against hers.

“you’re so cute… i think i need to buy more white shirts.”

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ever since that day, jake truly believed you were the closest thing he’d ever get to an angel. a very pretty angel at that, he insisted.

as he fell under your umbrella, he seemingly fell under your spell while he was at it— he could barely let out a thank you. while you were just trying to get home before the rain got worse, he was already trying to slide into your heart.

speaking of hearts— with your kind one, you offered to walk this beautiful stranger named jake all the way to his destination.

you two talked your mouths off. jake could talk for what felt like hours without getting tired— but the second you opened your mouth, he’d fall completely silent, giving you his undivided attention and lending you his two ears while he was at it.

what you didn’t know— and definitely wasn’t prepared for— was that this stubborn jake’s destination happened to be the hybe building in all its glory.

oh. Isn’t that great.

before you had the chance to spiral into a hundred different assumptions, jake was already stumbling over his words, quickly explaining that he was just a regular, completely unimportant staff member. definitely not some famous idol.

well, that would take a lot of convincing for you to believe that.

and if, by some miracle, that excuse was actually true, then he was a very handsome staff member who chose the wrong career path.

despite all odds, jake shamelessly begged for your number. he didn’t attempt to have some sort of dignity or shame— jake was one second away from getting on his knees in public. right infront of the hybe building.

he could not afford to fumble a beauty like you,

and thankfully, he did not.

from that day on, you and jake practically became inseparable. even if he was busy, busting his ass off flying one country to another, he’d still find time to ask you how your day has been from across the world.

that shared umbrella turned jake into a lovesick fool. you completely occupied jake’s mind without an ounce of mercy. he’d come up with countless stupid excuses just so he could see you again— ask you on dates that weren’t actually dates. things that friends obviously don’t do.

and with that, jake found himself falling harder than he ever thought possible.

it was without a doubt that jake loved everything about you. there was not a single thing about you that went unnoticed, if you mentioned it to jake— he’d have it completely etched in his memory forever, no exaggeration. just complete love.

you knew that to everyone else, jake was enhypen’s jake sim— the golden retriever member who had a smile that could make anyone go weak. someone who could lighten up the stage by just being on it.

but to you, there was a version of jake that only existed with you.

this jake was yours.

everyone else got the idol, but you got him.

and that’s where we arrive at your point—

dating jake, who just so happened to be an idol, was not for the weak and faint of heart.

one day, you’d have him all to yourself. he’d spend every second of his well-deserved break by your side, clinging to you as much as he can. you’d spend every waking moment doing everything with him, just because being together was enough.

then the next day, he’d be gone. you’d hear he’s going on a world tour in north america.

one announcement was all it took.

“pretty girl,” his voice crackled softly through your phone speaker, “you know you’re my number one priority, right?”

you were currently sprawled across your bed, all alone, staring blankly at the ceiling as you tried to convince yourself this wasn’t actually happening.

your boyfriend was halfway across the world, separated from you— your room felt too quiet. you hated how quickly you had to get used to missing him.

“say that to the thousands of people you are performing for.” you joked, quietly laughing— smiling despite yourself.

“and right after performing for those thousands of people, the first thing I do is check my phone, hoping you texted me.” he teased— hoping the ache in your chest would be partially lifted off with a smile or laugh.

“jake, I miss you.” you said into the phone, your voice coming out smaller than you even intended.

“I know, pretty. I miss you and your beautiful face. I might die out here.” he sighed, you could almost hear the frown he made as he spoke.

you were curled up in bed, hugging one of jake’s hoodies to your chest— your phone pressed against your ear.

as for your boyfriend, he was sitting alone in his hotel room— staring out the window at a city he wished the you two would visit together.

“baby?” he called out into the phone, his voice silent yet soft. it warmed you up before you could even notice.

“hm?” you hummed softly, forcing your voice to sound lighter than you felt. if you let yourself think for even another second, you’d be crying into jake’s hoodie— thinking alone after 10 p.m. had never ended well for you.

“I hope you know that I’m always thinking about you, pretty.” he reminded you gently, chuckling silently to himself, “like… all the time. like a maniac.”

“and I’m so mad because I can’t even kiss you right now. I’m gonna be driven crazy.”jake admitted, making you laugh— there wasn’t a pinch of sarcasm in his voice, he was dead serious.

“I think you’re so beautiful, you know that? like annoyingly beautiful, you’re so beautiful that it’s hard to focus on quite literally anything else.” he said, the smile in his voice was impossible to miss through the phone.

you gripped the hoodie tighter, letting out a shaky breath but a faint smile formed on your face. “jake…” you mumbled, only for you to hear.

“I just want to hug you again.” he continued softly, “I want to hold you and not let go for a while.” he added, his voice gentle— just enough to make you cry.

“baby, I miss making you laugh in person. do you miss me stealing your food? because I sure do.” jake asked you jokingly, making you laugh weakly in response.

“I want to fall asleep next to you, wake up and pretend I didn’t drool on your shoulder…”

you let out a small laugh, upon hearing your sweet laugh— a chuckle escaped from his lips.

“baby… don’t laugh at me, I’m being romantic.” he chuckled.

“you’re being ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with you.” jake answered in a heartbeat— because he knew he’d never hesitate loving you.

for a few seconds, both of you sat there in silence. not the uncomfortable kind, neither of you felt obligated to fill the quiet with meaningless conversation.

he hated this. he hated that the only way he could reassure you was through a screen and a phone speaker, when all he wanted was to wrap his arms around you until every worry disappeared.

“…baby.” jake’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as though he didn’t want to disturb the peaceful silence between you.

“close your eyes for me.”

“…okay.” there was a small pause before you answered— you hesitated.

“thank you, pretty.” he smiled instinctively at the sound of your voice, softer now that you’d stopped fighting the emotions sitting in your chest.

“i’m right there with you, okay? just imagine it.” his own eyes drifted shut, like it would make the distance disappear.

“i’ve got my arms around you,” a quiet laugh escaped him.

“i’m not letting go or anything, either. i’m just… staying here with you.” his thumb continued tracing lazy circles against the blanket as if, somehow, it were your back instead.

he imagined the way your shoulders would’ve relaxed against him if he were actually there, the way you’d eventually melt into his embrace.

he knew you too well.

sure enough, your breathing gradually slowed. jake, being the lovesick fool he was, noticed immediately. his smile only grew.

“and i’m kissing your forehead, a really slow one— because that makes you smile.” he whispered, warmth practically dripping from every word.

“then id kiss your nose.” this time, a small laugh escaped your mouth. “then you’d do the little scrunch afterwards. and then id tease you about it.”

“then I’d kiss you on the nose again, just to watch you do it one more time.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at jake’s words— shaking your head as the pain in your chest was slowly being lifted.

“…and then i kiss your lips.”

his voice softened even more, “if it’s possible. just once.” he paused, thinking thoroughly, ”…actually, probably more than once.”

“…i’ve missed kissing you too much to stop at one.” he shook his head.

your heart squeezed painfully. there was the smallest hitch in your breathing, barely noticeable to anyone else. but not to jake.

“there’s my girl,” he whispered. “i can feel you smiling already.”

you were smiling. you let out a tiny laugh, “…i am.” you admitted, chuckling.

“I always know, pretty.”

there was something almost unfair about how well he understood you. somehow, despite the distance, despite only hearing your voice through a phone speaker, he could still tell exactly what you were feeling.

“you always know how to make me feel better, don’t you?” you asked quietly, wiping away the few salty tears that had escaped despite your best efforts.

jake smiled to himself the second he heard the lightness in your voice. it wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“I try. that’s my job,” he said, laughing softly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you smile, baby.” his grip around his phone tightened absentmindedly.

“and when i’m finally with you again…” his voice softened into something impossibly fond, “i’m gonna make up for every hug i couldn’t give you.”

“i’m gonna hold you for so long you’re gonna have to start complaining.”

a quiet laugh escaped him. you smiled.

“…although knowing me, even after i let go, i’m probably just gonna pull you right back in again.”

the rest of the day, jake refused to leave your side. if you stood up, he stood up. if you walked into the kitchen— somehow he ended up in the kitchen too.

if you sat on the couch, congratulations, there was now a very clingy australian attached to your side within five seconds. he couldn’t help it.

every few minutes, he’d stop whatever he was doing just to admire you. even if he wasn’t really doing anything— why would he be doing anything when he could be with you?

“what?” you laughed after catching him staring once again. at this point, you’d probably called him out well over ten times already. every time you looked over, his eyes were already on you.

and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“nothing.” he answered far too quickly, lips curling into a sheepish grin that completely gave him away. you narrowed your eyes at him.

“jake.”

“hm?”

“you’ve been staring at me for like…” you glanced over at the little digital clock on the microwave before looking back at him, “five whole minutes.”

“i know.” his answer came so casually that you were slightly taken aback.

“why?”

jake blinked at you for a second, almost as if the answer should’ve been obvious. a smile slowly spread across his face. “…i missed your face.”

“my face?” you questioned, unable of controlling the smile tugging at your own lips.

“mhm.” his head rested lazily against the palm of his hand as he continued looking at you with that same soft expression. “…it’s a really pretty face.”

you let out another laugh, warmth blooming across your cheeks. “that’s your reason?”

“pretty much.” he reached over, carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

he smiled, completely unashamed.

“i’ve been looking at you through a phone screen for weeks.” he said quietly, his eyes never once leaving yours. “do you know how unfair that was?”

“i forgot how pretty you actually are.” he laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head. “actually… no.”his thumb absentmindedly brushed against your cheek.

“i didn’t forget.” his smile only softened. “i just forgot how pretty you are in person.”

he leaned closer until your foreheads were almost touching before pressing the softest kiss against the tip of your nose. he murmured with a lovesick smile, “it’s different now.”

you tilted your head. “how?”

“because now…” his eyes searched yours for a brief moment before his smile grew bigger

“you’re real.”

instead, you wrapped your arms around him again. jake hugged you back immediately, far too tightly.

“baby?”

“hm?”

“i can’t breathe...”

“good.”

“jake!”

“i’m making up for lost time.”

“its only been three weeks…?”

he looked at you, his eyes widening— how did he spend 3 weeks without the love of his life?“exactly.”

“…three whole weeks.”he dramatically buried his face into your neck with the biggest sigh. “…i’m never going on tour again.”

you laughed, running your fingers through his fluffy hair. “yes you are.”

“hm… probably.” he mumbled.

“but until then…” his arms squeezed around you just a little tighter.

“i’m stealing every second i can with you.”

and he meant every word.

if you were close enough, one arm naturally found its way around your waist before either of you even noticed. he’d simply missed you for far too long.

and now that he finally had you back in his arms,

he wasn’t planning on letting go. not anytime soon.

You bite your lip and move your hands from his shoulders to the back of his hair as you run your hands through the soft black locks. He laughs huskily and begins to leave open mouthed kisses on the soft flesh of your tits. He picks a spot and sucks on it with the intention of marking you up. Jimin runs his tongue over a specific spot and then sucks hard enough to bruise. 

"Jimin," you softly moan and run your hands through his hair, "that's enough." You quietly laugh and bite your lip as you gently tug his head back. 

Jimin stares up at you with a grin as he bites his lip, "Thought you wanted me to mark you baby." He rasps out, hands tightening around your ass and giving each cheek a plump squeeze and a small slap.

You moan at the pleasant sting and roll your hips in figure of eights, "Mmm, my neck." You point out knowingly because he absolutely marked you up there. 

Jimin closes his eyes as a low moan escapes his lips, "Shit right there baby." He moans out as his cock throbs weakly inside of you.

You repeat your movements on his cock and find that he's enjoying more than he lets on. Slowly you manage to swivel your hips and roll them sensually, a lot more calmer than the rough riding from earlier. His cock rubs up deliciously against your walls, you feel so full and stretched out nicely. You feel the head occasionally brush up against your g-spot. 

"Fuckin' love the way you ride me baby, look so goddamn sexy sitting my cock like that and riding me like it's nobodies business." Jimin pants softly, "God I could just cum from the sight of you.” He hisses and slowly slides down from the headboard so he’s lying on his back now.

You eagerly roll your hips faster, taking it as a sign to go back to riding him like before. “Feel so big inside of me,” you moan out, “fills me up just the way I like it.” You lick your lips and grin.

Jimin grunts, “Fucking minx.” He slaps your ass, clearly turned on by you feeding his ego.

“ ‘s true Min,” you whimper and bounce in place, “you fill me up so good I can still feel the shape of your cock inside of me even after we finish.” You run your hands down his chest and settle them on his abdomen, “Gonna fill my pussy up with your cum baby? Gonna leave me dripping?”

He bites his lip and nods eagerly, “I’m going to leave your pussy dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.” He whispers out and flips the two of you over.

You moan unabashedly as he begins rolling his hips in ways that have you seeing stars. You reach down shakily to rub your clit in fast circles. “Jimin–” you whimper.

His cock drives in so deep you can feel it poking at your cervix or something. Jimin’s pumping into you at a languid pace, smacking his pelvis against yours repeatedly. You rock a little from the force, watching as his bangs cover his face, lips only visible.

His necklace dangles in your face as he slowly slides his hands upward and grips the headboard with one hand. “Gonna cum for me like a good girl?” He rasps out.

You nod eagerly, “Y-Yeah,” you moan, “keep going baby, right there.”

Jimin fucks into your pussy faster and harder, the bed creaks and slams into the wall much louder now. If his roommates didn’t know what you were doing, they did now. He grunted from the force of his thrusts, his thighs smack into your ass every time he pressed down deep inside of you.

“Jimin..!” You breathily cry out, your toes curl from the intense pleasure you’re feeling.

“That’s it, cum for me baby.” He whispers out and keeps grinding into you.

Your back arches, lips parting as no sound leaves you. You feel like you’ve been hit with a ton of bricks as your orgasm quite literally leaves you breathless. Your pussy clenches down tightly and throbs around his cock as you basically drench his cock with your slick.

The slide is slippery, his cock glides in and out of you smoothly as he works his hips faster and faster. Jimin’s moans are louder now as he nears his own orgasm. He buries his face in your neck and shudders with each push of his hips. “God baby,” he grunts.

You can feel his balls slap against your ass every time he thrusts forward. He snaps his hips harshly repeatedly, jabbing into you with rough punishing thrusts. “y/n,” he moans and attacks your neck with a series of harsh kisses and brutal love bites.

Jimin works his hips faster and faster until he finally seizes up and cums hard inside of you. He shudders and hugs your body tightly as he pumps his cum into your awaiting pussy. His cock throbs pitifully from inside of you.

“Ohh fuck.” Jimin whispers and turns his head, panting harshly as he smothers you in kisses.

You hum softly and lazily reach up to stroke his hair as he finally stops rocking inside of you. “Mm.” Your eyes flutter open and you stare at his blissed out face.

“Gonna knock out.” Jimin smiles sleepily, eyes still shut as he holds you tenderly in a warm hug.

You giggle tiredly, “Are you really that tired?”

He chuckles softly and adjusts his head on your chest, “No, pussy put me to sleep.” He softly says and ends up falling asleep a few seconds after saying that.

You smile fondly and kiss his forehead as you curl around him, “I love you Mimi.” You softly coo in his ear.

“Love you too…” He smiles in his sleep.

He let out a long sigh, tipping his head back against the chair’s headrest, before standing up to change spots and collapse onto the sofa. He needed a little comfort to process his own clumsiness and figure out a way to fix everything. Driven by impatience, he searched for your contact and pressed the call button, hoping that at least a phone call might give him a chance to make it up to you.

But luck wasn’t on his side. One ring. Two rings. Then straight to voicemail. He tried a second time, with the same result. By the third attempt, the silence of the answering machine only drove him deeper into his own emotional misery, berating himself for not paying more attention. He ran a hand through his hair, seriously considering whether he should start drafting his own will.

But before he could fully settle into self-pity, a peculiar rhythm suddenly echoed from the door, pulling him out of his thoughts. The cadence was absurdly familiar: the same desperate knock Ana gave Elsa in Frozen. Something silly, yet meaningful in equal measure.

Heeseung frowned, lifting his head from the back of the sofa just in time to hear your voice filtering in from the hallway, barely masking a terrible attempt not to burst out laughing, before launching into a full-throated song with disastrous pitch and a rhythm invented on the spot :

“Do you wanna grab some ramen? Go to Hangang for a stroll? You’ve been stuck in here all day long, so I’m here to steal your soul~ So let’s go and grab some ramen~ or tteokbokki if you choose... Just come out now~” you recited from the other side, making a dramatic pause to knock on the door once more before finishing with : “And outside of the rhyming, open this damn door before security kicks my ass out of here for being too loud.”

A short, loud laugh escaped him. The guilt didn’t vanish, but the weight in his chest became considerably lighter. He got up in a hurry and pulled the handle, opening the door carefully. And there you were. Radiant, looking ridiculously good for someone who had just sung complete nonsense in the middle of a private hallway in an entertainment agency full of talented idols. Heeseung had expected at least a frown of annoyance on your face, some gesture that would tell him you’d come with a lecture prepared, ready to give him a dose of reality; but you were either too kind or too teasing for that.

“I came to check if you were still breathing or if you’d finally fused with the chair on a molecular level. Because at this rate, the computer’s going to claim to be the love of your life before I do,” you declared with sarcasm, crossing your arms and looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

Before you could finish ironizing, Hee reached out, took your wrist, and pulled you inside the studio in one tug. The door closed with a solid click behind them, and in one fluid motion he pressed you gently against it before tilting his head and kissing you. It wasn’t a polite greeting or a delicate brush of lips. It was the kind of hungry kiss that shouted how much he’d missed you, the need built up over hours, that enormous desire to have you close and the relief of knowing you were still there no matter what.

To reach him better, you rose onto your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck while he closed any remaining space between you, tightening his arms around your waist with almost desperate insistence. In a second impulse, without thinking much, he lifted you completely off the ground.

Out of pure reflex you wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t lose your balance. And he, without breaking the kiss, turned with calculated clumsiness, walking toward the sofa and letting himself fall with you on top of him, straddling his body, as if there were no better way to feel you close. When their lips finally separated, you rested your forehead against his. Your breathing was a little uneven, but the spark of teasing hadn’t left your eyes.

“Okay, calm down…” you murmured, giving him a few condescending pats on the shoulder. “I already get that you feel guilty, but you don’t have to leave me breathless just to apologize. You’re ruining the mysterious-guy character.”

Heeseung let out an incredulous little laugh, shaking his head before capturing your lips again. This time the kiss was different: unhurried, warm, marked by a much gentler and more deliberate rhythm. When he pulled away, he wrapped his arms around your back and held you against his chest so tightly that for a second he almost knocked the air out of you.

“Alright, alright, I missed you too. But your arms are heavy and you’re crushing my ribs. That’s enough, baby,” you complained dramatically, voice a little muffled against his neck. He loosened his hold immediately, though he didn’t let go completely. He leaned back a little to look at you, offering a half-smile.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just that I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see you so badly, and I was worried when you didn’t answer my calls,” he admitted in a low voice, stroking your back tenderly, sliding his hands under the fabric of your sweater in search of direct contact with your skin. Which made you shiver, and sent a warm wave all the way down your spine.

“Fortunately for you, salvation has arrived, handsome. I brought the solution to your sad existence,” you said, swapping the vulnerable expression for a smile loaded with mockery. Heeseung stared at you, wearing that silly, surrendered smile he only put on when he was completely hooked on you.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly is it?” he asked without a clue, still smiling like a fool. To which you gave him a look of false indignation, as if the question were a direct insult to your creativity and intelligence.

“Seriously, your brain didn’t work hard enough to realize that the little song earlier wasn’t just a spontaneous creative outburst but my way of telling you something?” you asked, rolling your eyes exaggeratedly, then sighing and pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. But he only laughed softly at your behavior, and you proceeded to look at him with feigned displeasure over it. “I was revealing my plan to you right there, Seung. I came to kidnap you. We’re going on a date, or at least on a decent outing to make up for you being locked in here like a hermit and the last thing you’ve done is give me any attention.”

As you said that last sentence, Heeseung noticed how the tone of your voice dropped a couple of decibels. For someone who had walked in joking and singing so cheerfully, the way your shoulders fell slightly revealed a different subtlety: a brief brush of vulnerability, a hint of resignation at having had to come looking for him yourself just to see each other.

The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was even about to open his mouth to address that small crack in your armor, but you were faster.

“Speaking of going out to eat… tell me you at least had the decency to eat lunch today, please,” you interrupted, looking him up and down like a health inspector.

“Yes, I ate. I made sure to have a proper lunch, I promise. You don’t have anything to worry about,” he answered, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence.

You nodded, satisfied with the answer, and tried to push yourself up to get out of his lap. However, Heeseung reacted on reflex, faster, trying to keep you by the waist to hold you there a little longer, but you slipped out of his grasp with agility and stood up.

“Move that cute ass, genius. We’re going to sneak out through the emergency exit so no one sees us and you don’t have to explain why you’re running off with your girlfriend,” you urged him, gesturing with your hand for him to get up.

He quickly gave in to your request, though his eyes didn’t lose that spark of keen observation after catching the small crack that had been in your voice earlier. Deciding not to press you in that precise moment, he preferred to play along, offering a half-smile while tilting his head.

“I suppose the mastermind behind this kidnapping doesn’t plan for us to walk all the way to the park, right?” he asked with a teasing edge in his voice.

Instead of answering with words right away, you simply pulled the set of keys from your pocket and dropped them onto his open palm with a metallic jingle.

“Consider this part of your sentence. You get to be my driver for the rest of the afternoon and night. And if you behave, maybe I’ll pay you with a few kisses and give the experience five stars,” you commented haughtily, crossing your arms and showing a dignified posture.

Heeseung let out a short laugh, shaking his head gently while tucking the keys into his pocket. Then he put on a dark cap, adjusted the jacket over his shoulders to stay unnoticed, and without letting go of your hand, guided you toward the agreed exit. They slipped down the stairwell in silence, avoiding the main hallways and the gaze of any curious onlookers, until they reached the dimness of the underground parking lot.

Once settled in the car, the atmosphere quickly grew a little heavy. The weight of the hours of absence and the unspoken words floated between them, tense and quiet. Noticing that coldness in the air, Heeseung started the engine, rested one arm on the steering wheel, and sought your gaze before accelerating.

“I have so many new stuff to show you the next time you come when things are calmer…” he began, breaking the silence with a soft voice, almost vibrating with enthusiasm. “You have no idea how well the bridge arrangements turned out on the new track. I was stuck on the string frequencies for days, but today everything suddenly clicked. I want you to hear it before anyone else.”

As he spoke, a genuine smile lit up his face and his dark eyes shone with that almost childlike spark that only appeared when he was passionate about his music. He stopped at a red light and turned his face completely toward you, searching for the connection he’d missed so much that day. And there you were.

You watched him in silence, weighing the emotions crowding in your chest. Seeing him so full of life and passion softened a little of the bitterness of waiting. You relaxed your posture and smiled at him with comforting warmth.

“I’m really happy for you, baby,” you murmured, reaching out to give his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “I love seeing you this happy when you create something… And of course I want to hear everything you’ve done, as soon as you let me into your world again.”

The light turned green. Heeseung glanced down at your hand resting in your lap for a second before looking ahead again, accelerating while the sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and violet through the windshield.

They made a quick stop at a convenience store. He preferred to go in alone to avoid unnecessary stares and returned minutes later carrying steaming bowls of ramen, prepared with hot water right there, drinks, packs of tteokbokki, and other snacks. Then they finally headed toward a quieter area of Hangang Park, away from the main lights, looking for a corner where the low grass and the river breeze would give them the privacy they needed.

You spread a blanket over the grass. The afternoon was fading peacefully; the distant murmur of the city mixed with the rustle of leaves and the current of the water. Both of you spent a good while eating in relative silence, sharing sips of soju straight from the bottle and picking at the hot food while the cool air brushed your faces. It was a serene truce, but the pending conversation still hung over your heads like an unspoken promise.

At one point, Heeseung set the bowl aside, settled on the blanket, and crossed his arms over his knees, fixing his eyes on you in that direct way that always managed to disarm you.

“Hey… That way you lowered your voice in the studio…” he began slowly, choosing every syllable carefully. “I know you too well. You can fool anyone with your jokes and your triumphant entrances, but not me. I saw that crack, and I know perfectly when you’re hiding what you feel.”

You let out a slow sigh, setting the wooden chopsticks on the container before lifting your eyes to him.

“You’re right, it was there for a moment,” you admitted without beating around the bush, though your tone stayed free of aggression or defensiveness. “But I really don’t want to talk about that right now. There’s no point in ruining this afternoon with unnecessary sentimentalism because I didn’t come here to make a complaint. You were busy, you were deep in your work, and I understand perfectly how your head works when you’re creating; I respect it. I would never make a scene over this or add more weight when I know how much you already demand of yourself.”

“Still, it’s not an excuse, you're too good for you own good and… ” he interrupted, seeking your hand on the blanket to wrap it in his, squeezing it with a touch of restrained guilt. “I’m so sorry I didn’t take the time to answer you earlier… I’m sorry for being so distant the whole day, and even the days leading up to this moment.”

You looked away for a second toward the riverbank, feeling the warmth of his apology sink deep and practically rise up your throat, gathering there like a knot, your eyes acquiring a warm moisture that didn’t spill.

“If I came looking for you today… it’s because I really missed you. That’s the only thing I want to focus on now. Please, just let this detail go this once. Let me live this moment by your side without having to think about anything else, and least of all the things that sometimes hurt in silence,” you continued in a softer voice, barely audible, meeting his eyes again.

Heeseung didn’t answer right away. His throat tightened at your maturity and the insistent tenderness with which you tried to protect the peace between you both. Without saying a single word, he slid across the blanket and pulled you against his chest with overflowing firmness, settling you between his legs so you could lean completely against him. He hid his face in the curve of your neck, letting out a long sigh that raised goosebumps on your skin.

“Alright. We’ll leave the topic for now, only because you want to,” he murmured against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist as if he feared you might disappear. “But I really want to take responsibility for my carelessness. I have time for you and I’m going to make sure I organize myself much better, I promise. And yes, later we’re going to really talk about this calmly, because you matter too much to me to just let it slide.”

You tilted your head back against his chest to look up at him from below. Slowly, you raised a hand and stroked his cheek with the tip of your fingers. At your touch, Heeseung closed his eyes for a moment and leaned instinctively into the warmth of your palm, seeking the center of your hand to place a long, unhurried, devoted kiss on your skin. Then, covering your hand with his, he guided it gently until it rested directly over the left side of his chest.

Under your fingers you felt the hurried, steady, warm beat of his heart.

“Do you feel it?” he whispered, opening his eyes to lock them on yours with unfiltered devotion. “It speeds up like this just from having you this close. It’s always like this, even when I only think about you. And I love the feeling, just as much as I love you and our relationship. I'll try harder and better, baby.”

After that, they stayed in a comfortable silence for a long while, watching the last glimmers of the sun finish fading to make way for the night. The lights of the bridge and the bright reflection of the city on the water created a private spectacle around them. The chill of the night breeze began to feel stronger, making you hunch your shoulders slightly.

He noticed it instantly and pulled you a little tighter against his body, rubbing your arms to give you warmth before speaking into your ear.

“Now ~ What do you think about getting something sweet and then heading straight home to spend the night together?” he proposed with a soft smile, pressing his lips to your temple in an affectionate kiss, interrupted only by his own words. “I want to be alone with you. Without having to worry about anything but just us. I really want to make up for this whole day.”

You smiled for real this time, feeling that small tightness in your chest finally dissolve at the sincerity of his words. “Sounds like an excellent plan, handsome,” you answered, turning slightly to give him a short kiss on the chin.

You both stood up slowly, gathering the packaging with easy coordination and sharing small smiles as you walked back to the car. Once inside, the atmosphere in the vehicle was completely different from hours earlier. The uncomfortable tension had vanished entirely, replaced by a warm, cozy intimacy.

Heeseung put one hand on the steering wheel and, without thinking twice, reached for your hand on the center console, intertwining his fingers with yours firmly. As the car started moving under the glow of Seoul’s streetlights, he began humming a soft, relaxed melody, casting affectionate sideways glances at you. You both knew there were still things left to talk about, but in that precise moment, feeling the warmth of your joined hands and the road home ahead, there was nowhere else in the world either of you would rather be.

✶ . ࣪ ׅ 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 :

“Well, what shall we do?” you ask, slowly crawling closer to him before kneeling in between his legs.

“I have a few ideas,” he shrugs, sitting more comfortably on your couch while making a point to thrust his hip forward. He stretched his arms to interlace his fingers behind his head, his smirk a little wider now.

“Okay then… What do you want me to do first?” you ask seductively, tracing your hands up his torso, taking his shirt off in the process. Your lips meet for a few seconds, and when his fingers reach your hair, it sparks an idea.

“What do you want to do first?” he jokes, making you giggle.

“Well, I think I’m going to need my hair up for this…” you bat your eyelashes at him, and his smirk is now a full smile.

You go into your bathroom for a hair tie, and you could put your hair up right then, but what’s the fun in that? After coming back to him, you ceremoniously place your throw pillows where your knees will reside and don’t break eye contact while tying your hair.

You use his thighs as support while positioning yourself, and his breath is caught for a second. He always tries his best to hide his excitement, as a way to keep control of the situation, but you know how to break him down.

You kiss him again. An intense and sloppy kiss, before kissing your way through his jaw, neck and chest. You up the intensity and duration of the kisses when you reach his abdomen, moving slowly, trying your best to drive him to desperation.

After reaching your destination, you look up at his face. His eyes are slightly widened, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling at a faster speed. He’s eager. You caress his thighs through his jeans, from his knees making your way to his crotch, already anticipating his deep sigh.

You reach his zipper, unzipping it slowly. You look up at him again, in search of eye contact, and he doesn’t hide the lust in his eyes. His pants travel down his legs, and through his black boxers you see his bulge growing in size. But that isn’t enough for you. You want him rock hard.

The palm of your hands caresses his inner thighs, and he moans in both impatience and anticipation. His fingers reach your cheek, and he traces his thumb across your lower lip. Being your alluring self just as he likes, you connect the tip of his thumb to the tip of your tongue, and he sighs heavily.

“Stop being a tease, will ya?” he asks, his voice worked up.

“But I love being a tease,” you joke with a taunting smile. “I love building up that anticipation in your stomach,” you explain as your fingers meet his abdomen, slowly drawing circles. “I want you to feel that yearning,” you explain, your voice whispering dramatically, “I want you to wait for me. Wait for my lips. I want you to forget your name. I want nothing but desperation and exhilaration when the tip of my tongue circles the…”

“Enough!” he growls, brushing his hand across his hair. What a pretty mess. “Can you please just…” he whispers, without the courage to finish his sentence.

“Pardon?” you ask innocently, trailing your hands back into his inner thighs, making sure your hands didn’t touch his growing bulge. Almost ready. The conceited smile gave your tricks away. 

“Can you… UGH!” he explodes. “Do I have to say it?”

“Say what?” you bite your lower lip and bat your eyelashes. It’s just too easy. But he’s in the mood to give into it.

“Can you… please… suck me off?” he closes his eyes, probably to hide his excitement from you.

“Oh… that,” you giggle. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” 

You know that you can’t get away with that much more teasing, so you take advantage of the little time you have. Using your thumbs, you start to draw circles by the sides of his bulge, traveling up with each circle. Once you reach the waistband of his boxers, you take your sweet time taking it off, unveiling his, already throbbing, dick.

“Shit,” you whisper. His veins are prominent from expectation. He’s erect just the way you like it, and you can almost see the precum at his tip. Now you’re the one salivating. 

Without much ceremony this time, you lick his shaft from the base, moaning as you reach the tip. Seokjin moans too, and his voice sends your stomach through a loop. You envelop his dick with one swift movement, and you can’t contain your moan as you draw back. You buried your face in between his thighs a few more times, losing the patience you had for slow movement. 

After an impressive spit trail between your lips and his tip, you used it as lubrication for your hand. You massage his length up and down a few times, but you wanted your mouth on his dick again and so did Seokjin. You rested your hand at his base, securing his cock in place as you wrap your lips around him one more time. Your gag reflexes started to show up, but you persevered, going faster and faster.

You used your tongue to your advantage, making its presence known as your head went up and down.

“Oh, shit,” Seokjin says. He grabs the base of your ponytail and guides your head as he moans. You let him lead this way, concentrated in applying enough pressure with your tongue. His guidance gets faster, and his moans get louder and louder. You can guess he’s close. 

You’ve barely changed your technique, just removing your hand out of its resting place at his base, allowing your mouth and tongue to shine. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whispers. With a loud pop, he removes himself from your mouth and uses his hand to finish. Not wanting to stand idle, you lick his balls. He hisses again, and just as you close your eyes, you feel the heat of his release on your forehead and cheek.

“Damn, I’m really good at this,” you joke.

“Yeah, but I think now it’s my turn to make you squirm.”