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summary: summer. italy. the 2000s. two strangers from opposite sides of the world. they only shared a few weeks together— a handful of late nights, endless laughter, and words lost between languages. but unlike most, some loves don’t disappear when summer ends.
themes: so much romance, fluff, smut, so much angst oh my god, strangers to lovers, love at first sight, summer romance, established relationship, y/n is reminiscing, intense love it's sick, slight language barrier, yearning, limited time, lowk soulmates, taehyung is a sweetheart, confessions, right person wrong time
warnings: smut, (minors DNI 18+) drinking, i cried while writing the ending...so
there are certain summers that never really leave you. most of them blur together after awhile— sunburnt afternoons, crowded streets, cheap liquor, music drifting through open windows.
they fade in the way old pictures do, slowly loosing their color until all they have to offer are soft outlines of memories.
but that summer in italy never faded.
you remembered everything about it. from the way the air smelled like cigarettes and espresso, and the golden light that lit up narrow alleyways every evening that made the city glow.
and the fountain in milan.
it was small, tucked into a quiet piazza you had wandered into by accident on your second day there. water spilled lazily over worn marble, catching the last light of the sunset. people passed through the square without really noticing it, but you remember thinking it felt like the kind of place meant for slowing down.
that's where you met him.
sitting on the edge of the fountain, letting the cool mist of the water hit your legs after walking all afternoon. the sky had turned that soft shade of orange and pink that only seems to exist for a few minutes before the night settles in.
you were tracing the lines of the fountain with your fingers when you felt it—that strange, unexplainable feeling of being watched. nothing uneasy... just aware.
when you looked up, he was standing on the other side of the fountain.
tall, quiet, hands resting loosely in the pockets of his jacket. the fading sunlight caught in his fluffy black hair and softened the edges of his face, turning everything around him golden for a moment. he was in his early twenties like you, his features sharp and soft at the same time.
he didn't look like he was from here. you could tell in the way he moved through the square, pausing to take everything in—the buildings, the people, the fading light. like he was trying to memorize the moment.
he was looking straight at you. not in a quick, passing way like strangers usually do. he was really looking.
your eyes met across the fountain, and something your chest shifted so suddenly it almost startled you.
it was the strangest feeling—like recognition without explanation. like you had somehow arrived in the same moment from opposite ends of the world. he didn’t look away, and neither did you. something about the eye contact you exchanged made your breath catch so lightly you barely noticed it.
for a few seconds, the sounds of the piazza—the water, the laughter, the distant music drifting from somewhere down the street—seemed to fade into the background. there was just the quiet space between you. and the feeling, sharp and electric, that something had just begun.
at the time, you didn’t know his name. you didn’t know he was from south korea, or that you would only have a few weeks before the summer ended.
all you knew was that when he smiled at you—small, almost shy—something warm and unfamiliar spread through your chest.
the kind of feeling someone doesn't forget. the kind that makes you wonder, years later, how your life might have been different if you had looked away first. but neither of you did.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
august 2003
for a moment neither of you moved. the sky had deepened into that soft shade between sunset and evening, when everything in the city turns warm and dim.
then he did something small that made your heart jump. he let out a laugh. not loudly—just a soft, surprised laugh under his breath, like he had caught himself staring for too long.
he ran a hand through his hair and glanced away for a second before looking back at you again, a little sheepish. that's when he walked over.
you watched him circle around the fountain slowly, like he was giving himself time to decide whether he should actually come talk to you.
when he reached the side where you were sitting, he stopped a few feet away. “hi,” he said. his voice was gentle but deep, a mysterious accent curled around the word in a way that made it sound softer somehow.
“hi,” you answered.
for a second, he looked relieved that you replied. then he leaned back slightly against the stone edge of the fountain, close enough now that you could see the way the last light of the sunset caught in his eyes.
“you are… visiting?” he asked carefully.
you nodded. “yeah. from the states.”
something bright flickered across his face. “ah,” he said, smiling a little wider now. “america.”
there was a pause. not an awkward one exactly—just the kind that happens when two strangers are trying to figure each other out.
“and you?” you asked with a smile.
he hesitated for half a second. “i’m from south korea,” he said finally, tapping his chest lightly with his hand.
something about the way he said it made you smile. “wow,” you said softly. “that’s… far.”
he laughed again, this time with a little more ease. “yes,” he said. “very far.”
for a small moment, you both looked out at the water pouring over the fountain, the city around you beginning to glow with evening lights. then he glanced at you again, almost curious. “you like italy?” he asked.
you shrugged slightly. "i think i do now.”
he tilted his head. “now?”
you smiled without thinking. "yeah."
and for the first time since you'd started talking, he looked directly at you again in that same quiet way he had across the fountain. like he understood something unspoken between you, even though you had only just met.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the sky had turned into a dark blue by the time you realized how long you'd been sitting there. somewhere down the street a musician had started playing a guitar, the music drifting through the warm night air.
he glanced at the sound, then back at you. “walk?” he asked, gesturing toward the street with a small, hopeful smile.
you hesitated for half a second. you had no idea where you were going. you barely knew this man—you'd only spoken a handful of sentences to each other. but somehow, it didn’t feel strange at all.
“okay,” you agreed. his smile widened, quick and bright.
you fell into step beside each other, leaving the quiet piazza behind as you wandered deeper into the city.
small restaurants spilled light and conversation onto the sidewalks, people lingering at outdoor tables with glasses of wine. scooters hummed past you every few minutes while the smell of fresh bread drifted through the air from somewhere nearby.
every so often he would point something out. “beautiful,” he said once, nodding toward an old building lit up against the dark sky. his english was good, but his unfamiliarity with speaking out loud to an american coated his sentences with shyness and nerves.
“what’s your name?” you asked after a while.
he looked at you, a little surprised, like the thought hadn’t occurred to him yet. "taehyung," he said.
you repeated it somewhat terribly at first, earning you a soft laugh from him. his laugh lit a fire inside your stomach and you tried again, cheeks red until you got it right.
"yours?" he asked with a smile, coming down from your shared fit of laughter.
"y/n," you replied.
"y/n..." he repeated with hesitation, accent swirling over the pronunciation. "pretty. never heard before."
you felt your face get hot. you kept walking like that—talking in slow sentences, laughing when one of you misunderstood the other. sometimes, there were long pauses when neither of you knew what to say next, but they never felt uncomfortable.
eventually, you turned a corner and found yourselves in front of a small bar tucked between two old buildings. music poured out through the open doors—something upbeat and loud, people laughing inside. he stopped walking.
“you like… drink?” he asked.
you raised an eyebrow. “you’re asking if I like drinking?”
he grinned, clearly pleased he’d gotten the sentence right. “yes.”
"yeah," you laughed. "i like drinking."
inside, the bar the air was warm and loud, filled with conversation and music. someone was clapping along to the song playing through the speakers, and a group of people near the counter were dancing in the tiny space between tables.
you squeezed in at the bar together, shoulder to shoulder. he ordered for you both in careful, but pristine italian. you were undoubtedly impressed. you just met this man and he had already spoken three different languages.
when the drinks came, he lifted his glass toward you. “to…” he paused, thinking hard. “to meeting,” he finished with a grin.
you smiled and tapped your glass lightly against his. "to meeting.”
the music got louder, people started dancing closer to you, and before you knew it you two were laughing like you'd known each other longer than just a couple hours.
"you ever been to the states?" you asked, to which he shook his head.
"i want to go sometime," he replied, a dreamy smile on his face.
at some point while you were almost done with your drink, he grabbed your hand to pull you toward the small open space where people were dancing. it happened so naturally that you barely had time to act. "come," he said, a large, cheeky smile plastered across his face.
"i don't know this song," you laughed.
"that's okay," he said, his hand was still wrapped around yours, warm and steady. when you reached the middle of the small crowd, he let go just long enough to turn and face you.
for a second, you both hesitated. then he placed one hand lightly at your waist. the touch was careful at first, like he was giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. you didn’t.
the music shifted into something slower, softer. he moved a little closer. not enough to startle you, but just enough that you could feel the warmth of him through the thin fabric of your dress.
“like this?” he asked quietly, glancing down at both your shoes.
you nodded. "like this.”
you started moving together slowly, almost instinctively. neither of you were dancing in any structured way--you were just swaying gently to the music, steps small and unhurried. but it felt strangely easy, like you had done this before.
his hand rested at the small of your back now, steady and warm. your hand had found its way to his shoulder without you even realizing it, and your fingers were still loosely intertwined.
every so often, he would look down to make sure he wasn’t stepping on your feet. every time he looked back up, you caught him watching you again, the noise of the bar fading into the background.
all you could really focus on was the quiet rhythm of the music and the way he was looking at you—soft, curious, like he was trying to memorize it.
“you dance… good,” he said eventually, a little breathless.
you laughed. “i’m barely dancing.”
he smiled. “still good.”
he spun you once when the music picked up again, laughing when you nearly lost your balance. his grip on you tightened just slightly, steadying you before pulling you back toward him.
you ended up closer than before. close enough that you could see the tiny crease in his eyebrow when he smiled. close enough that the rest of the room seemed to disappear entirely. it was the kind of quiet closeness you only get after knowing someone for years.
but you had only met a few hours ago.
he must have felt it too, because his expression softened in that same thoughtful way you had noticed earlier by the fountain. neither of you spoke, just kept moving slowly with the music, his hand still resting at your back, fingers still loosely tangled together.
and when you think about that night, you realized that was the moment everything changed. not the first glance across the fountain. not the walk through the city.
it was standing there in that crowded little bar, swaying to music neither of you knew, feeling like somehow you had stepped into a version of time where you had always known each other.
and maybe, for that one summer, you did.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
by the time you two stepped outside, the city had finally come to a quiet and the summer air felt cooler now, the heat of the day fading from the stone streets.
the music from the bar behind you spilled out in muffled waves, but everything else felt still. the two of you just stood there. taehyung looked at you like he had something to say. instead, he just smiled.
"walk more?" he asked.
you nodded. "i'm not ready for this night to end yet."
something in his expression softened at that. "me too."
you both started down the street together again, slower this time. the city at night felt different—quieter, more intimate. most of the restaurants had dimmed their lights, and couples lingered at the last few outdoor tables with half-finished glasses of wine.
your shoulders brushed occasionally as you walked, neither of you moving away. after a while he asked, “you travel alone?”
“yeah,” you admitted. something you wouldn’t normally do to a man you just met. “just this summer.”
he nodded thoughtfully. “i'm here to visit,” he said. “my cousin lives here.”
“and after?”
“i go back to korea.” there was something about the way he said it that made the reality of it settle quietly between both of you. korea. the word felt impossibly far away. you walked farther in silence.
eventually you ended up in another small square, one right in front of your hotel. a few dim streetlights cast soft yellow circles across the cobblestones.
you sat down on the low stone edge of a planter, stretching your legs slightly after all the walking. he stood in front of you for a moment, height almost blocking your vision before sitting beside you. close. close enough that your knees brushed.
“your name,” he said suddenly, looking at you again. “say it again?”
you told him again as he repeated it slowly this time, careful with every syllable. the way it sounded in his voice made something warm spread through your chest.
“you say mine better now,” he said with a small smile.
“i practiced,” you teased.
he laughed. something about the way he laughed tugged at your heartstrings. it was different. it was authentic— unashamed. it was different from the boys back home who tried so hard to act nonchalant. he laughed like every word you said was overly enjoyable to him. it made you giggle.
the quiet between you felt heavier now, charged with something neither of you had quite acknowledged yet.
when you turned your head, you realized he was already looking at you. brown eyes boring into yours like he had been trying to decide something. your breath caught slightly.
you were close enough now that you could feel the faint rise and fall of his chest when he breathed. close enough that if either of you leaned forward even a little...
neither of you moved. but the space between you felt electric. it was almost making you dizzy.
his eyes dropped briefly to your lips before lifting again. a nervous smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “i think,” he said slowly, searching for the words, “maybe… tonight was very good.”
you laughed softly. "yeah. i think so too."
for a second longer you stayed there like that—too close, the air between you thick with the kind of tension that makes your heart beat louder than usual.
and then he leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to shake the moment away. “tomorrow,” he said after a pause, looking at me again. “you're free?”
your heart skipped. “yeah."
he smiled again. and somehow the promise of seeing him again tomorrow felt even more exciting than if you had kissed right then.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
you woke up the next morning still thinking about him.
for a moment you thought maybe the night before had felt bigger in my memory than it really was. maybe it was a dream. because sometimes, things that happen while on vacation feel more intense than they actually are.
but then, you checked the small slip of paper sitting on the table beside your bed. his handwriting was careful, a little uneven in places.
a time and a place. with his name again, just in case you forgot how to spell it. you smiled to yourself without realizing you were doing so.
when you arrived at the piazza that afternoon, he was already there.
leaning against the edge of the fountain like he had been the night before, hands in the pockets of his jacket, watching the people move through the square. but the moment he spotted you, his whole face brightened. “hi,” he said.
“hi," you smiled.
for a second, you both just stood there smiling at each other like you had forgotten how to start a normal conversation. then he said, almost casually, “you want to see something beautiful today?”
you laughed. "that sounds mysterious.”
“trust me,” he said. and for some reason, you did.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the train ride was short, but the whole time, taehyung kept glancing out the window like he was waiting for a moment he recognized. when you finally stepped off at the small station, the air felt different.
you walked down a narrow street lined with pale buildings and flower boxes until suddenly the road opened up. and there it was.
the one and only, lake como stretched out in front of you like glass, greenery and flowers blooming along the edges of the glittery water that reflected the pale blue sky and the mountains rising around it.
you stopped walking without realizing it. “oh my god," you exhaled softly.
he watched your reaction more than the view in front of you two. “you like it?”
“i love it,” you gushed. “i didn't think i'd get to see it.”
“first time?”
“yeah.”
he smiled, looking pleased with himself. “good.”
you wandered along the edge of the lake for a while, past small docks and quiet cafés where people sat drinking wine in the afternoon sun. the whole place felt peaceful in a way the city never was.
eventually, you both found a quiet stretch of stone steps leading down to the water.
you sat there side by side, your feet just a few inches above the gentle ripples of the bright blue lake. the mountains reflected in the water, boats drifting slowly in the distance, the warm breeze moving softly through the trees.
it felt like time had slowed down, like it barely existed.
“you travel a lot?” he asked after a while.
“not really,” you said. “this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”
he nodded thoughtfully. “good choice.”
"yeah." you giggled. "i think so too."
you turned to look at him and realized he was already watching you. his eyes carefully scanning your expression, the kind of look that makes you suddenly aware of how close someone is sitting. your heart started beating a little faster.
“you're quiet today,” he said.
“i'm just... taking it all in.”
“the lake?” he asked.
you smiled. “partly.”
something about that made him laugh softly, the sound lingering in the air before he shifted closer. you both held the eye contact as he carefully tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear— away from your face, like he needed to see every inch of it. your breath caught and this time, he noticed.
"can i?" he asked quietly. you nodded before he could even finish the sentence, and the space between you closed.
the kiss was soft at first, like you were both trying to make sure the moment was real. nonetheless, it sent sparks throughout both of your bodies, igniting something between you two. suddenly, it felt like this was meant to happen.
you both melted into the kiss as his hand cupped your cheek lightly while yours curved instinctively into the front of his shirt.
the world around you seemed to go silent-- the lake, the distant chatter, the gentle waves of the water. it felt like it all disappeared. like you were the only two people there.
when you finally pulled apart, you both laughed a little, slightly breathless. “well,” you said, catching your breath.
“well,” he echoed, looking out across the lake again. he shook his head with a small smile. “now this place... even more beautiful.”
you nudged his shoulder. “you're cheesy.”
“a little only,” he replied.
but when he glanced back at you again, the look in his eyes was softer than before. like something between you was blooming.
and sitting there beside him with the sun reflecting off the water, you realized something you probably should have been more careful about.
you didn’t want this day to end.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the idea to rent the boat had been his. you hadn’t even noticed the small dock until he pointed to it.
“let's go?” he asked, nodding toward the little motorboats tied along the water’s edge before gently taking a hold of your hand.
“are we allowed to just… take one?” you asked.
he laughed loudly. “we rent.”
“oh. right.”
a few minutes later, you were gliding slowly out across lake como, the water stretching endlessly around you while the small towns along the shore grew smaller in the distance.
you sat at the front of the boat, one hand trailing just above the surface of the lake. the water sparkled in the late afternoon sun, and the mountains surrounding you looked unreal.
“you’re smiling,” he commented from behind you.
you turned around. “i can’t help it. this is… ridiculous.”
“ridiculous?”
“in the best way,” you said. “yesterday, i was wandering around alone in the city. today, i'm on a boat on lake como with someone i met at a fountain.”
he grinned. “life is... a surprise.”
“that’s one way to put it.”
the boat drifted farther out toward the middle of the lake before he slowed the motor. the quiet out here felt different from the city. no traffic, no crowds— just the gentle sound of the water brushing against the sides of the boat and the distant hum of birds somewhere along the mountains.
by the time the sun started lowering behind the peaks, the whole lake had turned golden, kissed with pinks and oranges. you leaned back against the side of the boat, watching the light ripple across the water.
“it’s beautiful,” you said softly. he nodded with a smile.
then after a moment he asked, “why travel alone?”
you glanced at him. "why not?”
he smiled faintly. “not an answer.”
you laughed. "fair.” for a second, you didn't know how honest you wanted to be. but the quiet of the lake and the comfort that beamed off of him made it feel easier.
“i guess i just… needed something different,” you exhaled. “life at home was starting to feel predictable.”
he tilted his head slightly. “you run away?”
“maybe a little,” you admitted.
“what from?”
you shrugged. “nothing dramatic. just the feeling that i was doing everything i was supposed to do without actually enjoying any of it.”
he watched you carefully while you spoke.
“school. work. plans. it's so repetitive," you sighed.
“and now?”
you gestured around the two of you. “now, I’m sitting in the middle of a lake in italy with a man i met yesterday.”
that made him laugh quietly. "better plan."
"much better."
“what about you?” you asked. “why are you here?”
he leaned back against the seat, staring out across the water. "my aunt and cousin,” he said. “they said i should visit.”
“and you just decide to spend time with me instead?”
he shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips, struggling to fight another laugh. “why not?"
“you're very spontaneous.”
“maybe.”
you studied him for a moment. “you seem like someone who doesn’t do things halfway.”
that made him glance back at you. “what does that mean?”
“i don’t know,” you said. “you just seem… intense.”
he laughed again. “intense?”
"a little."
he didn't deny it. the boat rocked gently beneath you as the sun dipped lower. eventually he moved closer, sitting beside you at the front, shoulders brushing.
“you're happy you came here?” he asked quietly.
you turned to him. “very.”
his gaze lingered on yours for a second longer than usual. then his large hand found yours again, fingers sliding between yours naturally, like they had done it a hundred times before. your heart thumped through your chest as heat creeped up your face.
the lake had grown darker now, the last light of sunset reflecting across the water in soft streaks. you both didn't talk for some time, the quiet felt full of something unspoken.
“you know,” he said softly, “i think maybe... best day of my trip.”
your heart fluttered slightly. "me too."
then, almost absentmindedly, his thumb brushed gently across the back of your hand. the gesture was small. but the warmth of it was enough to send a wave of electricity through you.
the sky deepened into purple and gold around you as the sun finally disappeared behind the mountains.
and sitting there in the fading light on the quiet water of lake como, you had the strange feeling that you were living inside a moment you would remember for the rest of your life.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the restaurant he chose sat right along the edge of the water.
from the terrace, you could still see the darkening outline of the mountains around the lake, the reflections stretching across the dark water like soft shadows. lanterns hung above the outdoor tables, casting warm golden light over the small crowd of people eating and talking quietly.
when the waiter led the both of you to your table, you realized the lake was only a few feet away. “this place is beautiful,” you said.
he pulled your chair out before you took a seat. he went to take a seat across from you, smiling. “not as beautiful.”
you looked up at him. “what?”
he shrugged a little, suddenly looking almost shy. “you.”
your face warmed immediately. “you're just saying that.”
he shook his head, resting his elbows lightly on the table. “no." his voice almost stern. "i thought it yesterday too.”
for a moment, neither of you looked away, eye colors practically melting into one another. the candle between you flickered softly in the breeze, but everything else felt strangely still.
eventually, you laughed nervously and picked up your menu. “you’re distracting me.”
he grinned. “good.”
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
dinner stretched on longer than it should have. partly because the food was good, but mostly because neither of you wanted to stop talking. or looking at each other. sometimes, you'd pause mid-conversation and realize you were both just staring.
“you do that a lot,” you teased at one point.
“what?”
“look at me like that.”
he tilted his head slightly. “like what?”
“like you’re trying to figure something out.”
he thought about it for a second. “maybe i am.”
“and what have you figured out so far?”
he leaned back in his chair, studying you again with that thoughtful expression. “that... i like you,” he said simply.
the flat honesty of it caught you off guard, but your heart skipped a beat. "you only met me yesterday."
"yes," he agreed.
"and you already decided that?"
he smiled. "you made it easy to decide."
you tried to laugh it off, but the warmth spreading through your chest made it difficult. the waiter brought another bottle of wine, and the conversation drifted to lighter things—music, travel, stories from home.
but the feeling between you never really faded. every time your hands brushed reaching for the same glass or plate, the touch lingered a second too long. the sparks traveled through your bodies.
every time your eyes met, neither of you looked away first.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
by the time you two got off the train, the evening air of the summer had finally cooled and the town grew quiet.
the walk back was different from the one earlier that day. this time, the silence stretched, but the distance between you two was almost closed entirely. your hands found each others immediately as you stepped onto the street.
after walking for awhile without speaking, he stopped suddenly. you turned to him. "what's wrong?"
"nothing." he said softly. but he didn't move. you two were standing close again, enough that you could feel his warmth and smell his cologne against the cold, night air.
“you're quiet,” you said.
“i’m thinking.”
“about what?”
he looked down at you, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth. “that if i don’t kiss you now, i might regret it.”
your breath caught and the moment stretched for half a second. you stepped closer and that was all it took. his hand slid to your waist as he pulled you toward him, and the kiss came suddenly—stronger than earlier, like all the tension from the entire day had finally snapped.
the world around you disappeared. like you and him were the only ones to exist in that moment. the empty street and the music that hummed quietly somewhere in the distance; it all faded into the background as the kiss deepened, slower but somehow more intense.
when you finally pulled apart, you were both a little breathless. he rested his forehead lightly against yours, laughing under his breath.
“i think,” he said softly, “this day was dangerous.”
you smiled. “why?”
his eyes poured into yours. “because now, i don’t want it to end.” and standing there in the warm summer night, you realized you didn’t want it to end either.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
by the time you reached your hotel, the streets were completely bare. the warm hum of the town had faded into something quieter—just the distant sound of water against the docks and the occasional echo of your footsteps down the street.
you slowed as you reached the entrance. the lantern above the door cast a soft golden light over the stone walls, and suddenly you became very aware of how close he was standing.
you turned, and for a moment, you both just looked at each other. the whole day seemed to settle between you two at once—the lake, the boat ride, the sunset, the dinner where neither of you could stop staring.
taehyung's hand brushed lightly against yours before his slim fingers closed around it. “you’re thinking,” he said softly.
“maybe.”
“about what?”
you laughed nervously, glancing toward the hotel entrance behind you. “that i should probably say goodnight.”
“probably,” he agreed. but neither of you moved. instead, he stepped a little closer. the small movement sent a quiet rush of warmth through your chest.
“you know,” he said, his voice lower now, “i’ve been trying to be very... polite tonight.”
“oh?” you said.
“yes.”
“and why is that?”
his thumb brushed slowly across the back of your hand. “if i wasn’t,” he said, “i would kiss you again.”
your breath caught. “you could have done that anyway.”
a slow smile appeared on his face. “good to know.”
the space between you disappeared almost instantly. his hand slid softly to your waist as he pulled you closer. when he kissed you this time, it felt deeper than before—slow and warm, like he had been thinking about doing it all evening.
after what felt like hours, you both pulled away, smiling as you each tried to catch your breath back. you turned and headed for the doors behind you while taehyung held it open for you.
you stepped into the empty, dimly lit hotel lobby without letting go of each other's hands. luckily, your room was only a short walk down the hallway. when you reached your door, you suddenly felt nervous again. he noticed. “you okay?” he asked softly.
you nodded, fumbling slightly with the key. “yeah.” the door clicked open. you stepped inside and he followed, closing it quietly behind him.
you both just stood there in the soft lamplight of the room, the same charged silence filling the space between you again. then, he stepped closer. his hand lifted gently to brush a strand of hair away from your face again, his fingers lingering for a second at your cheek.
“you’re beautiful,” he said quietly.
the way the words left his tongue with meaning made your heart race. before you could think of anything to say back, his hand slid to your waist again, drawing you closer to his chest.
taehyung kissed you once more that night, deeper this time. but it wasn't rushed at all, like he wanted to take all the time in the world with you. his touch was gentle, but there was something confident in the way he held you, like he already knew this was meant to be.
the room felt warmer suddenly. like the rest of the world had vanished somewhere beyond the window.
and for a moment, standing there in the soft light of your hotel room, the only thing that seemed real was the feeling of his hands around you and the quiet, undeniable pull between you.
your fingers clutched his shirt eagerly, pulling him closer to your height. he took it as a signal to deepen the kiss, one of his hands resting firmly at your hips while the other was lost in your hair. he was so close now that his nose brushed against yours while your lips continued to collide.
“i don't think i have ever wanted to kiss someone this much," he breathed as you pulled apart only briefly for air. you laughed softly, blush warming up your cheeks. "neither have i."
the sight made his heart skip, the sound of your laughter fading when he kissed you again, slower this time. "see?" he whispered against your lips. "you make it hard to behave."
you shyly giggled when suddenly, your back gently hit the wall as he kissed you again. your palms explored his hair, falling to his clothed chest and down his abdomen that felt like it was made out of steel. he grunted, smiling into the kiss before softly tugging your lower lip between his teeth.
you made a noise to which he hummed, effortlessly sliding his tongue into your mouth. you responded, attempting to fight his tongue off with yours before failing. you could almost moan as he hungrily explored your mouth. his hands slid lower down your body before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting you two before disappearing with gravity.
"this is okay?" he asked softly, breathless.
you nodded, also trying to find your breath. "yes."
then, he slid his big palms below you before suddenly picking you up, legs straddling his waist. you yelped, caught off guard before erupting in laughter which earned a big smile from him. he kissed you again, his hands resting below your ass. the kiss didn't break as he softly put you down on the bed.
he hummed into the kiss. "you taste like wine."
you broke the kiss. "oh, shut up." your head tilted back in laughter, but taehyung saw it as an opportunity. he grabbed your thighs and slid you closer to him before pressing a soft kiss behind your ear.
then another one. "i mean it." his voice was deep as he placed another one. the kisses got lower and sloppier, becoming more wet and open-mouthed as he trailed down your neck before stopping at your collarbone where he started to suck at your skin lightly.
you moaned, unable to keep it in anymore and he noticeably sucked in a breath at the sound. you intertwined your fingers with his long ones before guiding them down to the hem of your top.
"are you sure?" he asked one last time, his fingers resting lazily at the bottom, tracing lightly against your stomach. before you could respond, one of his hands came up to your cheek. he gently guided your chin up to look at him fully.
"yes, taehyung. i'm sure," you said, eyes big and doe-eyed, looking right into his. he smiled, passion swirling between his pupils as he placed a light peck on your lips, his fingers curling into your top before you pulled it off.
taehyung didn't hesitate to openly admire your exposed upper body, his eyes scanning you with a hint of darkness as you grabbed him closer, engulfing him into another kiss. he was on top of you at this point, his large figure blocking your view as he kissed you with need, kissed you like he's been waiting for this his whole life.
his hands traveled across your body like it was his already, cupping your boobs and sliding his hand up and down your inner thighs. you were already a wet, whimpering mess underneath him as he inserted his knee between your legs, putting the slightest pressure on your clothed pussy.
you tugged at his shirt eagerly, manicured nails fumbling to get the buttons un-done. he laughed into the kiss before pulling away and finishing what you started, discarding the fabric somewhere in your room.
your jaw dropped. for a young man in his early twenties, you could already tell that he spent half of his time back home in korea at the gym. his shoulders were incredibly broad, muscles big and swell on his arms while his six-pack of abs practically gleamed in the light of the night.
you couldn't help but run your hands all over his chest as he came back to the bed to hover over you again. "you like?" he smirked.
you nodded before quickly pulling him into another kiss. it wasn't long before taehyung leaned lower, pressing his hard, clothed cock against your pussy. you moaned out as he trailed his fingers over your area, smirking at the wetness already present.
his hand hooked at the top of your skirt, giving you one last look to which you nodded. before you knew it, you were completely exposed underneath the man you met two days ago. but it just felt right. because by the way he looked at you, you knew you didn't have anything to hide or be ashamed of.
"you're so beautiful... do you know that?" he murmured against your lips. you whimpered in response, his words making your head dizzy. he began to rub his thick fingers against your panties before pulling them to the side and entering one inside of you.
you cried out in a moan, which caused taehyung to immediately litter you in soft kisses. it had been so long. "you're okay... i got you baby.”
he gently caressed your face with one hand, his brown eyes holding your gaze intensely. your pussy clenched around him at the nickname that rolled off his tongue as he added another finger, your wetness practically spilling out as he thrusted his fingers in and out.
before you could even process it, taehyung was pulling away from you, his free hand pulling your panties to the side and dipping his head straight into your core. your thighs nearly crushed his head in a mix of pleasure and shock, immediately moaning his name while he started with gentle licks, veiny hands softly prying your legs back open.
his three fingers continued to plunge inside of you while his tongue hungrily explored your walls, preparing you for something much larger. you gripped at his hair, absentmindedly pulling him deeper into you. he laid his tongue flat against your folds before licking a long, slow strip up. you groaned as he picked his pace up again.
he could feel your walls clenching around him as he guided you to your release, his thumb circling your clit while your back arched off of the mattress in pleasure. soon, your orgasm ripped through you like lightning, and taehyung's fingers were covered in your slick before he licked the rest away with ease. something about that made you squirm underneath him.
"did such a good job," he huffed, licking at his lips.
"taehyung, i need you," you moaned breathlessly, hands trailing up his leg to rest over his hardness. you greedily palmed at his cock that was now twitching under your touch.
"i need you too." he groaned, intertwining your hand with his to place a kiss at the top. he quickly climbed off the bed and tugged his belt off with ease, his pants hitting the ground with a soft thud. there it was, a large imprint of his cock angrily bulging through his boxers.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me," he muttered, voice so low you could almost swear you felt the vibration from it. he stood at the edge of the bed while you took him in, peering up at him as your fingers teasingly trailed up from the tip of his cock to the rim of his briefs.
finally, after what felt like hours of getting lost in each other's eyes, you pulled down his boxers, letting his member spring out freely in front of you. it twisted up, almost hitting his metal abs while leaking with pre-cum. he admired you from above while you gawked at it's true size, sitting at the edge of the bed.
it wasn't long before you wrapped your hand around it, slowly trying to take the width into your mouth. he groaned loudly as your lips enclosed around his cock, trying your best to fit in every inch, but failing. his fingers found themselves in your hair as he guided your head back and forth, hissing in pleasure.
you looked up at him after a few minutes, darkness twirling around his brown eyes before he pulled you off gently. he held your face lightly in his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead before laying you down on the bed. "need to be inside."
you gasped for air as he climbed on top of you, engulfing you in one last kiss before lining himself at your entrance. the kiss was slow this time, infatuation and desire flowing through the both of you. you noticeably winced as his tip slowly broke in through your entrance.
he cooed in your ear as he pushed it in further, your walls almost sucking him in immediately as he practically split you open. you cried out, not at all used to his size. he quickly came to a stop, letting you take it in before proceeding any further.
"look at me," he whispered. your shut eyes opened, gaping up at his face that was barely inches away from yours. he looked at you in awe, like you were made out of glass that he was too scared to break. "stay with me baby."
finally, you let him move and he slid himself all the way in, breaking past your entrance and hitting the back of your walls with his tip. your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer and sinking his cock deeper into you. your walls squeezed around him, earning a deep, guttural moan from him.
"tell me if… too much," he breathed, hot breath spilling down your neck as he peppered kisses behind your ear.
"no," you blurted, gasping for air. "feels so right."
after a few careful thrusts, taehyung quickly picked up his pace. the lewd sound of skin to skin slapping filled the room as stars filled your vision. his tip repeatedly hit the back of your pussy at an angle, bulge visibly fucking you when you looked at your stomach. your nails dug into him, leaving sharp red lines along his sturdy back.
he pulled out almost all the way before ramming himself back inside of you again, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. every thrust sent waves of euphoria through your bodies, sweat combining as he dragged his body against yours. his cock explored your insides like he had done it a million times before. like you were made for each other.
"taehyung," you cried. "don't fucking stop."
he practically growled in your ear in response. his pace was ruthless, his wide cock stretching and dragging along your walls as you whimpered endlessly beneath him. pressure began to build up in your core, tight and hotter than it ever felt in your entire life. every plunge of taehyung's cock pushed you farther into exhilaration.
"need you to come," he said, hands gripping tighter at your waist to push himself farther into you, his thick eyebrows furrowing together in concentration. "on me baby."
and for the second time that night, your orgasm ripped through you like a tsunami, walls tightening around taehyung's cock like a vacuum. you moaned out his name, clutching onto his body like you couldn't let go. "need it inside, taehyung." you cried brokenly.
he groaned at your words, cursing in korean while licking a stripe from your ear down to your neck with his tongue. your release created a slosh of wetness around his dick as he kept thrusting into you, eventually letting himself go and spilling his hot seed inside of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. his body twitched against yours as your heart beats fell into sync.
mixed, hot cum sunk into the sheets of your hotel bed as taehyung landed beside you, smile wide as he attacked your face with gentle kisses. you erupted in breathless giggles as he pulled you closer to his chest, nuzzling his nose in the crevice of your neck.
“today with you…" he started, voice low as he caressed your face with his thumb fondly. "i won't forget it.”
"me neither," you smiled.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the first thing you noticed was the sunlight. it slipped through the thin hotel curtains in pale gold lines, warming the quiet room and the rumpled sheets around you.
your mind was still somewhere between sleep and memory—the lake, the dinner, the walk through the quiet streets.
then, you felt an arm shift slightly around your waist. you blinked and suddenly, everything came rushing back. taehyung was still asleep beside you, one arm still loosely draped over you.
the soft morning light made him look different somehow. less mysterious than the night before. he looked calmer and younger, almost. a strand of his hair had fallen across his forehead, and his breathing was slow and steady.
it was supposed to feel strange—waking up next to someone you had only met two days ago. yet it didn’t feel strange at all. like this was exactly where you were supposed to be.
as if sensing you move, he shifted slightly and opened his eyes. for a second, he looked confused. then, he saw you, a slow smile spreading across his face. “morning,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep.
“morning," you smiled.
he rubbed a hand across his face, blinking at the sunlight. “you're staring at me.”
you laughed softly. “you were staring at me yesterday.”
“that is different.”
“how?”
he thought about it for a second. “yesterday... i was trying to figure you out.”
“and today?”
he looked at you again, his expression softer now. “today, i’m just happy you’re still here.”
something warm spread through your chest at that. outside, somewhere down the street, a bike buzzed past and a church bell rang faintly in the distance. the town was waking up, but neither of you moved.
instead, he reached out and brushed his fingers lightly along your arm, like he was making sure you were real. “you sleep okay?” he asked.
“yeah,” you said. “you?”
he nodded. then after a moment he said, half-teasing, “you snore a little."
you sat up immediately. “i do not.”
he laughed loudly, pulling you gently back down beside him. “relax,” he said, smiling. “joking.”
you nudged his shoulder. “you’re mean in the morning.”
“a little only.”
you laid there quietly for a moment, the sunlight slowly filling the room. then he glanced at the window. “what are we doing today?”
you shrugged. “i don’t know.”
he looked back at you, smiling again. "good."
"why?"
“yesterday we had no plan,” he laced his fingers through yours lazily before pressing a small kiss on top. “and it was the best day.”
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the café was only a short walk from the hotel. tiny tables spilled onto the sidewalk, shaded by colorful umbrellas, and the smell of espresso and fresh bread filled the air.
you two squeezed into a small table by the street. soon enough, a waiter brought two cappuccinos and a basket of warm pastries.
you hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the first bite. taehyung watched you with a smile. “what?” you asked.
“you look happy.”
“i am happy,” you said. “i’m in italy eating pastries.”
he leaned back slightly in his chair. “with me.”
you raised an eyebrow. “don’t get cocky now.”
he laughed softly. but his eyes stayed on yours longer than necessary. every so often, his hand would drift across the small table, brushing your fingers, like he couldn’t quite stop himself.
at one point, he said quietly, “you’re very beautiful in the morning.”
you laughed. “i definitely am not.”
“you are.” the way he said it made it hard to argue.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
by the time you got back to the hotel, the streets were busier. but the moment the lobby door closed behind you two, the bustling noise of the city faded away.
there was something in the air again—the same charged silence from the night before. when you reached your door, you barely had time to unlock it before he gently pulled you closer against him.
“you always walk slow?” he murmured.
“maybe i like the suspense.”
he laughed quietly. inside the room, the sunlight had grown warmer, spilling across the floor. for a moment, you just stood there again, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. his hand slid lightly around your waist.
“you know,” he said softly, “i was trying to behave again.”
“again?” you teased.
“yes.”
“and how’s that going?”
his smile was slow. "not very good."
the kiss came naturally after that—soft at first, like neither of you were in a hurry. the kind of slow, lingering closeness that makes time feel like it’s stretching. his hand brushed gently along your back while you laughed quietly against his shoulder.
“you’re distracting,” you said.
“you invited me back.”
“true.”
the room filled with soft laughter and quiet whispers as noon blurred slowly into something warmer and more intimate. eventually you ended up tangled in the sheets again, taehyung thrusting into you from behind, spilling tender words into your ear once more.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
later, when the room had gone quiet again, you both ended up sitting near the open window. the warm breeze from the water drifted through the curtains. below you, the town moved slowly through the afternoon—people walking, scooters passing, distant voices echoing through the streets.
he sat beside you on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. “you leave when?” he asked suddenly.
the question caught you off guard. “two weeks,” you said, to which he nodded slowly. “and you?”
“few days after.”
the words hung in the air between you. for the first time since you met, something about the moment felt fragile. temporary.
you glanced at him as you felt your stomach churn. "you're thinking again."
he smiled faintly. "always."
"about what now?"
he looked at you now, expression softer than before. "that i met you in the wrong country."
your heart fluttered at that and he studied your face. then he reached over and laced his fingers with yours again.
outside the window, the sunlight shimmered across the water of the distant lake. and sitting there beside him, you had the quiet, unsettling feeling that this summer—this strange, perfect moment in time—was already beginning to slip away.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
a few nights later, you found yourselves on a hill overlooking the town. someone at a bar had told you two about it earlier that day—a quiet viewpoint where locals sometimes came to watch the stars once the lights below dimmed. the walk up had been steep, but when you both reached the top, you understood why people came.
the whole town stretched below you in warm golden lights, the dark water shimmering faintly in the distance. above, the sky was impossibly clear. more stars than you had seen in years.
you sat on the low stone wall near the edge of the overlook, your shoulders touching as you both looked up.
for a while neither of you spoke, the quiet felt peaceful, but different from before. he was the first one to break the silence.
“you leave soon,” he said softly.
you nodded. “less than a week.”
he stared up at the sky for a moment longer before he let out a quiet breath. “i'm going to miss you.”
the words came out simple. honest. it made your chest tighten. “i’m going to miss you too,” you said.
he glanced over at you then, his expression thoughtful. “you know what's strange?”
“what?”
“we only meet… what, seven days ago?”
"eight,” you said quietly.
he laughed under his breath. “eight days,” he repeated. “and it feels… longer.”
“i know.” the truth of it sat heavily between you. down below, somewhere in the town, faint music drifted through the warm night air.
you leaned back slightly on your hands, looking up at the stars again. “do you ever wish time could just pause?”
he turned his head toward you, quickly averting his gaze from the stars to you, like you were the view he would endlessly choose over the stars. “right now?”
“yeah," you said quietly, fiddling with your thumbs. “so this moment doesn’t end.”
for a second he didn’t answer. then, his hand reached over, gently taking yours. his fingers laced with yours easily now, like they had done it a hundred times already.
“i think,” he said slowly, “if time stopped now… i would be okay with that.”
you smiled softly. “you wouldn’t get bored?”
"not if you were here."
you felt your heartstrings pull at your chest. the quiet stretched again, but this time it felt heavier. after a moment, he shifted closer, resting his shoulder lightly against yours.
“maybe we meet again someday,” he said.
“maybe,” you said. but the way you both said it sounded more like a hope than a plan.
the stars above you glittered against the dark sky. and sitting there beside him, fingers intertwined, you realized something that made your chest ache a little.
this summer—this strange, beautiful, impossible little story you had stumbled into—was never meant to last forever. but somehow that made every moment feel even more important.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
that night, neither of you wanted to go back right away.
you stayed at the viewpoint long after the stars had fully taken over the sky, long after the town below had gone quieter and the air had turned cooler. his hand stayed wrapped around yours, warm and steady, and every so often his thumb moved softly across your skin like he was thinking too much to be still.
on the walk back, you barely spoke. not because there was nothing to say. because there was too much.
the silence between you felt full—of the last few days, of all the things you still hadn’t said, of the quiet understanding that time was moving whether we wanted it to or not.
by the time you reached your hotel, your heart was beating too fast. he stopped with you at the door, and for a second, neither of you moved. the light above the entrance cast a soft gold over his face, catching the tiredness in his eyes, and the softness there too.
“you’re quiet,” he said.
you looked down for a moment, then back at him. “i don’t want this week to be over.”
something in his expression shifted. “me too,” he said quietly. that was all it took.
he stepped closer and kissed you, and this time it felt different from every other kiss before it—deeper, heavier, like all the restraint between you had finally worn thin. your hands found him instinctively, one against his chest, the other sliding up to his jaw, and he held you like he’d been wanting to for hours. maybe days.
the door opened behind you clumsily, and you both half-laughed into the kiss, stumbling inside without really breaking apart.
the room was dim except for the lamp near the bed. the second the door clicked shut, the quiet seemed to close around you.
he looked at you for one breathless second, like he was checking that this was still real, that you still wanted him there. you did.
he saw that immediately, his hand came to your waist again, slow and sure, and the next kiss was gentler somehow, even though the tension behind it burned hotter. he kissed you like he was trying to memorize you—patient, affectionate, impossible to misunderstand.
“you’re beautiful,” he murmured against my mouth.
the words made your chest tighten. you laughed softly, a little shaky. “you always say that.”
“because it’s true.” his forehead rested briefly against yours, both of you catching your breath, but neither moved away. the closeness only made everything worse—his hands, your pulse, the way the whole room seemed charged with something warm and dangerous.
“i’m trying to be good,” he said quietly.
you smiled. “are you?”
he looked at you with that small, unfair smile. “not really.”
you laughed again, but it disappeared when he kissed you once more, slower now, deeper, drawing you in until you forgot whatever you were about say. your hands slid around him; his brushed along your back, then lingered at your waist, pulling you closer until there wasn’t any space left at all.
everything about the moment felt heightened—the warmth of the room, the soft rustle of clothes, the lamp light against the wall, the sound of your breathing in the quiet of the night.
there was no hurry in the way he touched you, no carelessness. just a kind of focus that made your whole body feel warm. he was still flirty, still teasing in little moments, but softer too, like the closeness meant something to him now beyond the thrill of it.
at one point, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand brushing lightly along my cheek. “what?” you whispered.
he shook his head once, smiling faintly. “i think you made this difficult for me.”
you smiled, even though your heart was threatening to beat right out of my chest. “me?”
“yes, you.”
“how?”
he leaned in again, voice low by your ear. “you make me want to stay.”
your breath caught. that nearly undid you more than the kisses had.
when you looked at him again, the teasing had softened. what was left in his face was something quieter, more honest, and somehow that made the moment feel even more intimate than anything else. so, you kissed him first that time. slowly. and whatever small distance that was left between you disappeared for good.
"i don't want to waste a second with you," he murmured into the kiss.
the night blurred after that into warmth and half-finished sentences, into soft laughter and breathless pauses, into the kind of closeness that makes time feel strange. outside, the town kept sleeping, the dark lake somewhere beyond the window, the stars still hanging over everything. but inside the room, it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to only this—to his hands, his voice, the way he said your name like it meant more than it should have after only a few days.
later, when the room finally went quiet, you lay close to him in the dark, both naked in the sheets as your head rested against him while the curtains moved softly in the night breeze. his fingers moved lazily against your arm, and he let out a quiet breath.
“i’m really going to miss you,” he said.
the words landed differently this time. you lifted your head to look at him, but in the dark, you could only make out the shape of his face, the outline of him against the pillow.
"I'm going to really miss you too," you whispered, swallowing the wrenched feeling in your throat. his hand found yours under the sheets, holding it tightly.
and somewhere in the silence that followed, with the window open and the summer night slipping slowly toward morning, you realized this was the part that would stay with you later.
not just the passion or just the wanting. but the tenderness after. and the way he held you like leaving had already begun to hurt.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
six days later~
you wake up before him in that gray early-morning light where your heart automatically felt heavy. the room is quiet except for the city outside your window and his breathing beside you. and for a few seconds, before reality catches up, you let yourself pretend this is normal. that this is just what mornings with him are. that there will be another one tomorrow.
but then, you remembered.
your flight. the time. and the fact that this is it.
he wakes up slowly, still warm and sleepy, one arm heavy around your waist like he kept you beside him even in his sleep. he looks at you like he already knows what kind of morning this is. no teasing, no easy smile at first.
you try to make it lighter. “don’t look at me like that,” with a little laugh that almost works.
he brushes your hair away from your face and says, very softly, “like what?”
"like you're making this harder," you whisper.
he smiles a little, but it's heavy with sadness. "it was always going to be hard."
you stay close in bed, talking in low voices like if you keep speaking softly enough, the morning won’t fully arrive. he traces shapes on your arm while you memorize everything; the slope of his shoulder, the sound of his voice, the way he says your name. both pretending you aren't counting down.
then, you ask him the kind of question people only ask when they’re desperate to keep a piece of someone. “will you remember me?”
the moment the words left you, you almost wished you could take them back. they sounded so small compared to what you really meant. will this matter to you when i’m gone? will i still exist somewhere in you? will i survive in your life after i leave it?
and he looks almost offended by it, but tenderly. like the question broke his heart a little. “don’t ask that.”
“why?”
his jaw tightened just slightly. he looked away for a second, then back at you, and his hand slid from your cheek into your hair, cradling the back of your head. “because you know i will.”
it should have settled something in you. but instead, it only made your chest ache harder, because he said it so simply, like it was obvious, like there had never been any possibility that you would not stay with him in some permanent, invisible way.
you started crying, quietly, which was worse than if you had sobbed. he moved closer without a word until your foreheads touched, and you felt him exhale against your lips. his thumb brushed under your eye, catching tears that would only be replaced by more.
“hey,” he murmured, like he was trying to soothe something frightened. little did you know, his heart was breaking into a million pieces at the sight of your tears. “hey.”
you hated that this was happening. you hated that he mattered enough for leaving to feel like being peeled out of your own life. you hated that you had known him for such a short time and somehow, he had made himself essential to you anyway, as if your heart had taken one look at him and made a decision without your permission.
“you make me feel insane,” you whispered, and that made him laugh once, softly, though you could hear the sadness in it.
“i know.”
you let out a shaky breath. “no, i mean it.”
“i know,” he said again, quieter this time.
you stayed like that, forehead to forehead, not kissing, not speaking, just breathing the same air. you could feel his hand trembling just slightly where it held your face, and that nearly broke you more than anything else.
he was trying so hard to be steady for you. trying so hard to keep the moment gentle.
and then, before you could say anything else, before you could decide whether you were brave enough to ruin this with the truth, he said it.
“i love you.”
he didn't dress it up. he didn't hesitate, either. he just said it like it had been waiting there all along, like it had reached the point where staying hidden hurt more than being spoken.
you stared at him, tears coming to a stop from the shock.
for one suspended second, the whole room seemed to go still around you. the traffic outside, the people below, the morning itself—it all receded. there was only his face inches from yours, his eyes searching yours as if he had given you the most fragile thing he had and was waiting to see what you would do with it.
apart of you had always known.
not because either of you had said it, not because you had promised anything, but because of the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention. because of how gently he had learned you. because of the way silence with him had never felt empty. because loving him had become the easiest and most dangerous thing you had ever done.
still, hearing it then, with the morning already taking shape around you, with no time left, felt almost unbearable.
your mouth trembled before the words came out. “i love you too.”
he closed his eyes just for a second, like you saying it back had struck somewhere deeper than he had prepared for. then, he kissed you.
not urgently. not desperately. just slowly, with one hand still at your face and the other finding your waist beneath the sheets, holding you as though tenderness itself could become a form of staying. you kissed him back with tears still wet on your cheeks, and he kissed you like he didn't mind them, like grief and love belonged together this morning, and there was no point trying to separate them.
when you pulled apart, you tucked your face into his neck because you couldn't bear the look in his eyes again so soon. his arms came around you immediately, drawing you against his chest until there was no space left between you.
you stayed like that for a long time.
maybe minutes. maybe an hour. time had become strange with him. too fast when you wanted more of it, too slow when you were afraid of what came next.
his hand moved up and down your back in a slow rhythm, and you listened to his heartbeat beneath your ear, steady and alive and unfairly calm. you wondered how many mornings from now you would wake and reach for the memory of this one like a bruise. you wondered if loving someone briefly, always felt this permanent.
outside, the city kept waking up. inside, you held each other tighter.
you wanted to tell him not to let you go. you wanted to say you would miss him in ways that would embarrass you if put into words. you wanted to ask him what was going to happen to all this love once there was nowhere for it to go.
instead, you lifted your head and looked at him.
his lashes were still dark with sleep. his hair was a mess. there was a faint mark near his collarbone from where you had kissed him the night before, and seeing it there made something sharp and helpless twist through you. proof. evidence. something to suggest that this had really happened, that he had really been yours for a little while.
you touched it lightly with your fingertips.
he gave you a sad smile. “what?”
you shook your head. “just looking at you.”
his smile deepened, but only barely. “you been doing that a lot.”
“i know.”
“and?”
you tried to answer, but your throat tightened too quickly. he seemed to understand anyway. he always did.
he leaned in and kissed your forehead, then the corner of your eye, then the edge of your mouth; each kiss quiet and deliberate, as if he were trying to leave something behind on your skin that wouldn't fade once you were gone.
you thought, then, that maybe this was what real heartbreak was. not shouting, not drama, not collapse. just this. a soft room. a pale morning. the person you love holding you as if they would keep you if they could, and both of you knowing they cannot.
eventually, you would have to get out of bed. you would have to pack the last of your things and look at him one last time. eventually, one of you would have to leave first.
but not yet. so you curled in closer, and he pulled the blanket higher around you, and you laid there in the fading quiet of your last morning together, saying nothing at all.
because he had already said it. because you had said it back. because sometimes love didn't save you. sometimes it only made losing each other more beautiful.
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by the time you got to the station, you already hated it.
you hated the crowds. you hated the sound of rolling suitcases over the concrete. you hated the bright board overhead with its neat rows of departures, as if leaving could ever be that simple—just a time, a platform, a destination. you hated the way people moved around you two with coffees in their hands and places to be, like this was an ordinary morning and not the end of something that had changed you down to the bone.
most of all, you hated that he was the one carrying your bags.
they weren't even that heavy, you could have carried it yourself. but he had taken them from you the second you both stepped out of the cab, slinging them over his shoulder without asking, and you had let him because there was something unbearable in watching him do ordinary things for you one last time.
you walked side by side through the station, not touching at first. not because you didn't want to; but because touching made it too real.
the huge glass ceiling let in a pale, washed-out morning light, the kind that made everything look too exposed. people hurried past you in bursts of movement and sound, their voices overlapping with the far announcement of arrivals and departures in a language you had only just begun to grow fond of. somewhere nearby, a child laughed. somewhere else, someone was crying. the whole station was full of motion, of reunion and departure and impatience, and somehow that made your silence feel even heavier.
you kept glancing at him. he looked unfairly composed.
dark jacket. sleep-rumpled hair he had not fully fixed for once. one hand wrapped around the strap of your bags, the other tucked into his pocket. his jaw was set in that quiet way it got when he was feeling more than he wanted anyone to see. if you had not known him by then—if you had not spent weeks learning the smallest shifts in his face, the meanings behind his silences—you might have believed he was calm.
but you knew him. you knew the stillness in him was effort. you knew he was holding himself together with both hands.
once you reached the platform that your ticket read, you both came to a devastating stop. neither of you moved before he glanced at you.
"you okay?" he asked too quietly.
the question was ridiculous. it almost made you laugh. instead, you looked away toward the tracks, blinking too quickly. “no.”
your voice came out smaller than you meant it to. honest in the worst possible way. he was quiet for a second.
then, you felt his hand at the back of your arm, warm and steady, guiding you gently out of the main rush of people and closer to one of the pillars near the platform entrance, where the crowd thinned just enough to let you have the illusion of privacy.
the train was already there. that was the cruel part. it had arrived before you were ready, all silver and blue and humming softly against the platform, as if it had been waiting patiently to take you away from him. you stared at it with immediate resentment.
“don’t look at it like that,” he murmured.
you turned to him. “like what?”
“like you want to fight it.”
despite everything, you let out a small laugh. “i do.”
that made the corner of his mouth lift.
god, you loved him.
you loved him in that moment with such useless force it made your chest feel thin, like your ribs could no longer hold everything inside you properly. you loved the tired softness in his eyes. you loved the way he was trying to make this easier for you even though you could tell it was wrecking him too. you loved that he was standing there pretending to be steadier than he felt because he thought you needed him to be.
but you wished he would stop. you wished he would break with you. yours eyes dropped to your bags still hanging from his shoulder.
“you don’t have to carry that anymore,” you said quietly.
he looked at you for a moment before sliding the straps off and setting the bags beside your feet. neither of you reached for them after that. they sat between you two like another thing waiting to leave.
an announcement crackled overhead, something about boarding, something about time, something you refused to fully listen to. around you two, people began to move with more urgency toward the train doors, the station shifting into that particular rhythm that meant goodbye was no longer theoretical. it was happening. it was here.
you could feel yourself starting to lose the fight against tears again, heavy wads of water pooling at your waterline.
you pressed your lips together and looked down, but that only made it worse, because then all you could see were both of your shoes pointed toward each other on the concrete, close but not touching. ridiculously normal. like any other couple about to say goodbye after a weekend away. like there was any world in which this was casual.
his fingers tipped your chin up. “hey.” that one word nearly shattered you. your eyes met his.
he looked tired now. not sleepy—wrecked. like this morning had finally reached him too. there was something helpless in the way he was looking at you, and you realized then that he did not know how to do this either. he was just better at hiding it.
“i don’t know how to leave you,” you whispered. his hand stayed on your face. for a second, he said nothing. his thumb moved once over your cheekbone, and you could feel how carefully he was trying to breathe.
“i know,” he said at last. that was all. not it’ll be okay. not don’t say that. just the truth.
you let out a shaking breath that turned into a laugh and then almost into a sob. “that’s all you have to say?”
a sad smile touched his mouth. “no.”
“then what?”
his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before lifting back to your eyes. around you, the station kept moving. more footsteps. another announcement. a whistle from somewhere farther down the platform. but inside that small space between you two, everything had gone painfully still. then he said, very quietly, “come here.”
you stepped into him like there had never been another place for you to go, and his arms came around you instantly, hard enough to make your breath catch. it wasn't gentle this time, it was tight.
he held you like someone trying not to lose something already slipping away, one hand spread wide over your back, the other cradling the back of your head, pressing you close into his chest.
you buried your face in his jacket and inhaled. he smelled like cold air, soap, and the cologne you had gotten used to finding on your sheets, your sweaters, on your skin hours after he was gone. familiar already. dangerous already. you wrapped your arms around him and held on as tightly as you could, like there was still some bargain left to make with the universe if you just refused to loosen your grip.
he kissed your hair. then your temple. then he pressed his mouth against the side of your head and just stayed there. you could feel his heartbeat, fast and heavy beneath your cheek. so he was not calm. this was ruining him too.
when you finally pulled back enough to look at him, his hands stayed on your waist, like even that small amount of distance was unacceptable. your face was wet. you didn't know when you had started crying again.
he looked at you with that raw, unguarded expression you had only ever seen in private, and something in him seemed to give way.
“listen to me,” he said.
you nodded because you couldn't do anything else. his jaw tightened, and for one terrible second, you thought he might stop there, might decide whatever he wanted to say was too much, too late, too dangerous. but he didn't.
“this doesn’t get to become something small just because it ended fast.”
you stared at him. he swallowed once, hard.
“you don’t get to leave here and act like this was some... pretty little thing that happened to you in another country.” his voice had gone lower, rougher now, emotion breaking through despite himself. “you don’t get to pretend i didn’t—” he stopped, exhaled sharply, then tried again. “you matter to me.”
the tears came harder after that. not because you doubted it.
because hearing him say it so plainly made it real in a way you couldn't protect yourself from. because some part of you had still been afraid that once you stepped onto the train, all of this would begin to dissolve immediately, turning into memory too fast, into something dreamlike and impossible to prove.
but this—his face, his voice, the way his hands trembled slightly at your waist—was proof. you let out a shaky breath. “you matter to me too.”
his eyes searched yours, almost angry with feeling. “too?”
you laughed through tears, and he huffed a breath that might have been a laugh too, despite everything. “i love you,” you said.
you didn't plan on saying it again. maybe you should have saved it. maybe you should have let the morning keep it. but standing there with the train waiting with his hands on you and no future you could point to with certainty, the words rose up all on their own.
his whole face changed— enough for you to see how deeply it landed. he leaned down and kissed you. right there on the platform, with people passing and announcements overhead and the train waiting to take you away from him.
it wasn't a polite goodbye kiss.
it was slow at first, heartbreakingly slow, his hand sliding from your waist to the side of your neck, his thumb under your jaw like he needed to feel that you were real for one second longer. then, you kissed him back with all the grief you had, all the love, all the helplessness, and something in the kiss deepened—still tender, still careful, but fuller now, almost desperate beneath the softness. like neither of you knew how to stop once you had started.
when you broke apart, your foreheads touched for half a second. he exhaled against your mouth. “i love you too,” he said.
the words went through you like light through glass. beautiful but sharp, ruining. another boarding announcement sounded. louder this time. final.
you closed your eyes. “no,” you whispered.
he let out the saddest little laugh you had ever heard. “i know.”
he stepped back first, but only barely, his hands sliding slowly from your waist like even that small release cost him something. then he reached down, picked up your bags, and handed it to you.
that nearly hurt more than the kiss. you took them from him with both hands. your fingers brushed his.
"write to me,” you said, even though you knew letters were too slow for feelings like this. even though you knew wanting things didn't make them possible.
“i will.”
“promise?”
his expression tightened. then he nodded once. “yeah. i promise.”
the conductor called for final boarding. this was it.
there should have been some final perfect thing to say. something literary and aching and worthy of the kind of love that had grown too fast and too real between you. but all you could think, looking at him one last time on that crowded platform, was how badly you did not want a world that did not have him standing in front of you.
so, what you said was, “i don’t want to go.”
his eyes flickered shut for the briefest second. when they opened again, they were shining, water threatening to drop from his lash line.
“i know,” he said. then, softer—“but go.” his voice almost cracked.
and that was what broke you. not because it was cold, but because it was love. because he wouldn't ask you to stay if staying would ruin your life. because he loved you enough to let the train take you home.
you kissed him once more, quickly this time because you knew if you made it longer, you would never leave. then you turned before your body could change its mind. he let go of you, the familiar warmth of his body escaping yours for the last time.
you got on the train without looking back at first. because you simply couldn't bear to.
you made it through the door, down the narrow aisle, to the window seat with shaking hands and a pulse so loud you could barely hear anything else. your bags slipped from your shoulder onto the floor. you sat. breathed once. twice. then, you looked up.
he was still there. exactly where you had left him. one hand in his coat pocket, the other hanging by his side. not moving. not pretending to move on yet. just looking up at your window like he could still see you clearly through the glass.
you put your hand up before you could stop yourself. his mouth tightened in that almost-smile you knew so well, the one that always looked like he was feeling too much to fully make it happen. then, he lifted his hand too.
the train jerked beneath you. slowly, painfully, it began to move.
he stayed where he was as the platform started to slide away as the distance opened like a wound between you. you watched him get smaller through the glass, watched the shape of him blur, not because he was too far now, but because your eyes were too full of tears to hold him properly.
still, you kept looking. even after he became only a dark figure among others. even after the platform gave way to tracks and iron beams and the station began to disappear.
you kept looking long after there was nothing left to see.
because some selfish, foolish part of you believed that if you stared hard enough, you could keep him. but the train carried you forward anyway.
and all you could do was sit there with your hand still half-raised, your mouth trembling, and the taste of him still on your lips, thinking the most devastating thought of your life:
you had found him.
and now you were leaving him behind.
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an: oh my god this was terribly painful to write. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did- I've been craving nothing more than to write something incredibly angsty. let me know if you want an epilogue/a happy ending (???) hehe- for I am more than happy to write one! love you guys and thank you for all the love on my last tae fic <3
you were just renting your usual blockbuster from the stupidly hot guy at the video store, when it turns out you’ve been handed a tape you really shouldn’t be watching. are you an intruder, or did he give it to you on purpose?
⌗ pairings. jeon jungkook x female reader
⌗ word count. 17k
⌗ warnings and tags. pwp, don juankook (lol, jk is a ladiesman), voyeurism, penetrative sex, smitten!oc, kinda smitten!jk, weird love confession, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), oc goes limp with overstimulation lol, jk is kinda all over the places — neither dom or sub, oral pleasure (m!receiving), cum swallowing, cum eating, sloppy aftercare.
notes ! okay this is a bit overdue buttttt at least i finished it, hey! i’m so beyond amazed by my lovely girl ana’s ‘special delivery’, so i’m hoping this won’t disappoint LMAO! anyways, this is crazy. buckle up guys.
banner by @voyter obviouslyyyy
Having a stupid, all-consuming crush is something that defines girlhood. Shoving everything of importance out of your way in order to see, or spend time with set crush is really the only fair option as a young girl.
However, when the crush has lasted for almost a decade, and you still have yet to make any further progress… it borders on obsession. And it’s incredibly embarrassing.
You see, there’s this video store in town, this tiny, kind of grungy shop that contains every single piece of media imaginable. Old and dusty traveling magazines that no one bothers reading, records and CD’s you spend months saving up for… and what is seemingly a collection of every single movie ever made.
And behind the counter of that blockbuster shop, there sits a boy you’ve been pining after since the sixth grade.
Jeon Jungkook. A boy so painfully attractive and charming that he has simply ruined every other man for you, ever. And so incredibly out of reach that you feel like he’s more of a distant dream rather than a real human being.
The first spark of attraction appeared a few weeks after your twelfth birthday. You saw him through your window, which overviews the park. And there he was, the sixteen-year-old Jungkook, lighting up a cigarette near the entrance, watching patiently over the narrow path as a girl with dark hair approached him.
At your ripe age, this was the most erotic thing you’d ever seen. The way his hand snaked underneath her coat when she hugged him. How he seemingly whispered something in her ear, grinning back at her when she retracted.
A few days later, you found out who the girl was. Tina Agnello’s cousin, who was in town for the week. You had overheard Tina talk about it during lunch break, sitting a few tables down from yours, and you almost choked on your yoghurt.
“Isn’t fourteen a bit young for a sixteen-year-old?” you huffed, mostly to yourself. But your friend picked it up, frowning at you.
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing.”
It shouldn’t really have surprised you that Jungkook grew up to be the town’s Don Juan.
He became sort of a community ride… a town bike, if you’d like. At first, you maybe thought there was something incredibly wrong with him, like some serious mental problems. Because why else would he be pounding around town?
But at fifteen, when you stumbled into the new video store in town, trying to escape the rain that had started pouring down outside, you unexpectedly fell head first into a real-life interaction with him. And weirdly enough, he seemed perfectly normal. Disgustingly charming, that is, but normal.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Jungkook’s voice wasn’t all that deep, but it was soft, curling low in your stomach.
You stood leaning against the glass door, your wet hair clinging to your temples, droplets falling onto the floor. “What?”
He pointed towards the street behind you, “The rain.”
Maybe it was your brain short-cutting, but you didn’t understand what he meant… like at all. Your brows furrowed, and you repeated your question. “What?”
“It’s this thing I do to spark sales. Trap the costumers inside.”
“You make it rain?”
He chuckled at his own joke, incredibly stupid, but also numbingly cute, “Yeah, I find rain-dances to be very affective.”
It made you kind of mad that this guy had a captivating personality on top of his unfair looks. It would’ve honestly been better if he was just a dumb, stupid idiot, sleeping around town. But he made you laugh… and made you buy unnecessarily amounts of items from his store.
Was he a good salesman? No… not necessarily. But he was so damn flirty that you thought he might marry you if you watched the Star Trek chronicles.
And now, at your grown age of twenty fucking years old, your bookshelf is short of books and filled to the brim with Jungkook’s movie recommendations. It might be embarrassing, but it has become a weekly ritual. Every Saturday, you stop by his shop, return last week’s watch and pick up a new one.
“Now, how was it?” he leans forward, bracing his elbows on the counter. His eyes smize at you, trying to read the expression on your face.
You almost can’t answer because of how close he is. Even though you’ve known each other for five years, he still has this weird hold on you, and you have to clear your throat before you speak. “I liked that the bad guy’s name was Lord Humungus.”
He presses his lips together, his lip ring getting caught in the motion, and his eyebrows rise high on his forehead. “Yeah?” he nods, teasingly, and you want to go home and puke and cry. “That’s all… or…?”
The chuckle he lets out brushes against your face… yeah, he’s that close, and your brain short-circuits. Your eyes dart down to your hands, where the VHS tape dangles from your fingers, and you slide it across the counter. “It was better than the first one.”
“I told you it worked as a stand-alone, you didn’t have to bore yourself with the first,” he smirks, the smile tugging on only one side of his lips, bearing just a bit of his bunny-teeth.
You shrug, “I like to make up my own opinions, thanks.”
“And how’s that working out for you?”
It might be a bizarre way to describe it, but his voice is laced with sex. Constantly. Like there’s always some hidden innuendo behind his words. And with the way he’s leaning forward, his biceps straining through the fabric of his navy uniform-tee, your mind runs laps, completely fogging and erasing every word you try uttering. So you just roll your eyes, trying to act casual.
“Sorry if I don’t love macho-car-movies,” you scoff, letting your hands slip away from the counter only to tremble nervously at your sides. It’s like your whole body is vibrating just by being near him, and this isn’t anything new. It’s always been like that. He’s just that charming.
Jungkook hums, nodding slowly before narrowing his eyes, a wondering look appearing on his face. Just to not seem like a lost sheep, you copy his facial expression and glower right back at him.
“Mhm,” he bites down on the inside of his cheek, his eyes skimming over your face before traveling lower. You have to compose yourself, shifting a bit in your stance, trying not to burst into flames. Jungkook takes his time before he speaks, finally locking with your eyes again. “You’d watch anything I tell you to, right?”
Holy mother of god. Of course you nod. Because you’re an idiot, and you’re certain your voice is going to crack halfway through your answer. And when Jungkook smirks at your obvious flustered state of being, your pulse spikes. His tongue flicks over the metal in his mouth, inherently seductive, even if it isn’t intended to be, and you think you might have to go cry in the backroom.
Then, without a word, he backs off from the counter and turns to the shelf behind him. He skims over the many cassettes in front of him, searching for something without speaking. You swallow behind him, finally freed from his captivating gaze, forced to stare at the way his back muscles move in waves underneath his tee while he stretches tall before the shelf.
His tattooed arm reaches out for a tape high above him, but it hesitates before it once again falls back to his side, “It’s here somewhere…”
You try waiting patiently for him to find whatever movie he’s looking for, but you can’t help yourself. Your gaze drifts, drops actually, and lands on his butt… unfortunately. It’s tightly hidden underneath his dark-washed jeans, accompanied by a pair of strong thighs. Such a nice and perky butt. Your head tilts a bit, taking in the view, if you’d like, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.
It’s a shame that this is the exact moment Jungkook gives up on his search and turns abruptly. Your eyes widen, and you flinch, hoping he didn’t just see the way you were drooling over the chiseled shape of his ass.
But instead of commenting on your awkwardness, he drops to the ground, crouching down on the floor to inspect the hallow counter which contains several more blockbusters.
He grunts and groans while his fingers flick through the options, never landing on his target.
“Digging for gold?” you tease, boldly leaning over the counter to look at him. He doesn’t even meet your gaze, he just keeps searching, his eyebrows curled together in a knot on his forehead.
“Give me a second.”
You hear him pulling out a large cardboard box, watching over as his muscles tense as he drags it forward. And with a grunt, he lifts it, getting up on his feet and dropping it onto the counter. As you peek over the edge of it, you see it’s filled to the brim with identical black CD-covers, just with different scribblings on the side.
Jungkook’s slender fingers brush over the covers, flipping through the countless pieces until he finally grabs ahold of one. The one with the title Memento poorly written in white marker on the edge.
“Ah, there you are.” He pulls out the piece from the pool of covers while letting out a sigh of relief. “Thought I’d lost her.”
You lift your chin, looking over at Jungkook who is seemingly lost in his own little world that only contains him and this very neutral tape. “Memento?”
“It’s fucking great.” His eyes dart up, meeting yours, and you almost chuckle at the way they light up. It’s such a cute thing for a guy to have a hobby, to be in love with something. That is of course if you look past the excruciating mansplaining that follows. “A man with short term memory loss—so the entire movie is shot backwards. From end to beginning. You learn the plot with him, it’s insane. He uses these post-it notes to keep track of time, place and faces. Revolutionary, I’ve neve—”
“Shush,” you rip the cover from his hands, cutting off his monologue. You know just how long he can go on if he’d like. There have been times where you’d wondered if he might be on the spectrum, given the fact that he’s constantly restless, and a complete nerd when he wants to, but you don’t like to dwell on that. It’s cute, and it obviously works for him, so you let him act a bit strange. “Let me find out for myself.”
“Mhm, brat.”
You nearly gush at the new nickname, your nostrils flaring as you breathe in deeply. Your hands fall to your sides, and you unconsciously sway a bit in your stance, not really sure if you want to end the interaction here, or if you want to stay, maybe fling yourself over the counter, straddle this man like a horse. The ladder might not be the best idea, so you start searching for coins that are buried deep in the tiny back pocket of your jeans, eager to get the hell out of this place.
“4.99?” you ask, as if you don’t already know the price. You’re here every week, so it really is etched in your memory. But so is everything he tells you.
Jungkook smirks, his gum-drop eyes narrowing, “On the house. Since Mad Max wasn’t really your thing.”
“Don’t be stupid, I’ll pay.”
“Keep your money, peach, I don’t want it.”
Ugh, you hate when he calls you that. Peach. It sounds like some awful pet name that your dad would call you. So you’d really like for him to stop, but the one time you asked him to, it seemingly just fueled him. So you pray that one day he might see you as someone other than this little girl who buys stuff from him without second guessing his opinion. Maybe he’ll one day see you as a woman. Yesss that would be good. And you already know what it is he loves to do with women. Half the moms in town has slept with him.
Jesus your mind is wandering. You scrunch your nose, trying to act affronted by his arrogance, when really your mind is running through every woman in town who has gotten the taste of him. The jealousy blooming inside you is like a kid’s rage when they’re not allowed candy on a weekday. Why can’t you also have nice things?
“Fine, but I’ll repay you if I love it.”
“Deal,” he nods, his large hand reaching out before him, gesturing for you to shake it, “And don’t worry, peach. You’ll love it.”
Your entire apartment smells of butter and salt as you wait for the microwave’s timer to drop. There’s not a lot you know about this movie, but popcorn is always a good idea, so you’re hoping it won’t be too disturbing, ruining your appetite.
The CD is waiting for you inside the player, all you need to do is pad over your floor, sink down into the couch cushions and press play on your remote.
You’ve already brushed off all other plans for the night, your friends scolding you for throwing your life away only to watch some mediocre movie to please Jungkook. “You’re a source of income, you buy everything from him.”
Hah, bet they’ll be sorry when they hear you actually got this one for free. Mhm. Or maybe not. It’s been five years… it’s the least he could do.
The timer dings. Yey, showtime. You open the microwave door, the warm and salty smell travels through the air and settles deep within you. You grab the paper bag, tearing it open with a quick tug. Now you’re ready.
The cushions give in the moment your body meets the couch, and you immediately melt with them, sinking further and further down. You grab onto the soft, pink blanket that’s thrown carelessly over the armrest, and pull it over your body, letting yourself get incredibly comfortable. Although this ritual, watching a movie every Saturday, cozying up in your living room, is supposedly ‘me time’… you know deep inside you do this for him. Your friends are right, you do want his approval. So you’re hoping you’ll like this. Let’s watch, shall we?
You stretch your arm out, reaching for the remote control, and you press play.
The screen stays black for a moment. No music, no production mark. Weird. You wait for a moment, resting your head back on the soft cushion behind you. Still nothing plays. Mhm, maybe he gave you an empty disk? Or maybe your TV is broken?
You’re about to press play again, wondering if you maybe hit a wrong button the first time… when your whole body freezes.
The tape starts rolling, but it’s not Memento. Or, it possibly can’t be. That would be too bizarre. Because what plays on the screen is an amateur video… of Jungkook. Seemingly at home, staring straight into the camera, so close that his face blocks all surroundings. All you see is the concentration on his face as he fumbles with the record button, his eyes wide and searching.
You chuckle. Cute, he misplaced the CD. But what’s not so cute is when Jungkook moves out of frame.
Ho-ly-shit.
Your jaw actually drops, your mouth hanging wide open as you take in what’s playing on the television before you. Jesus fucking christ. When Jungkook is out of sight, you realize the camera is placed in his bedroom, and the sight has you gasping for air, your hand flying to cover your mouth. Because on his bed, there lies a girl… in only her underwear.
“Am I in the frame?” she asks gently, looking up at Jungkook who is still out of sight, her eyes doe-like and glistening. Pure seduction.
“Mhm,” Jungkook hums, and finally he moves forward, ushering for her to move further down the bed to make room for him by her side. And you think you might actually cry when he’s back on camera.
Walking into frame, the sight of him has your eyes widening, the hand covering your mouth slowly dragging down your chin. Leaving you gaping.
Jungkook is completely naked. Butt-ass-naked. On camera. And fully erect, that is. He walks over to the bed, eyes locked with the girls’, his large hands hanging by his side.
It’s not a modest sight. He looks absolutely insane. His shoulders broad, arms straining with veins and muscle, while his torso is rather lean, a small waist accompanied by a set of washboard abs. But that’s not really what steals your breath away. Because as he’s completely naked, your eyes immediately go to his abdomen. His hips are beautifully defined, his thighs chiseled and muscular, and his cock. Well, that’s just unfair.
He’s huge when erect, thick and heavy, the tip of him a beautiful, deep red, and as he moves closer, you see the leaking precum that drips from him, running down his veiny shaft.
You immediately pause the video, too stunned to do anything else, but that doesn’t really help as the still-frame of Jungkook’s heavy cock and deep, lust filled eyes continues to show on screen. So you turn the whole television off instead.
The screen flatlines, and you’re left frozen on the couch.
What on gods green earth did you just watch. And why the fuck did Jungkook give this to you. It has to be a mistake. He couldn’t possibly know he gave you this? It’s just a horrible fail, he misplaced the CD. Put it in the wrong cover. What the hell, you don’t even know how to make this sound reasonable.
Your eyebrows have almost reached your hairline, and your mouth still hangs wide open. The popcorn by your side remains untouched. Because you just simply can’t bring yourself to indulge in a snack right now, as you think you might vomit. Not because you’re disgusted… it’s the other way around actually. What you just saw has you feeling dizzy, a low, curling sensation building low in your stomach… and that’s what you find disturbing.
He probably never intended for anyone to ever see this, and here you are, on a Saturday, all snuggled up on your couch, watching his homemade porno.
You can’t be doing this. Let’s stop here. Here, but no further. You inhale deeply, straightening your posture as your torso lifts slowly from the couch, resting your elbows on your knees. The curling pleasure in your stomach has turned into a deep and horrific realization that this is such an invasion of privacy that you should probably be locked up for good. Even though you never intended to watch this, you still did, and you feel evil.
The black screen stares back at you. Your pulse thunders in your eardrums, you can practically hear your heart leaping out of your chest. As you reach for the remote, optioning to press ‘retract disk’, you stop. Something inside you stills. An evil thought forms.
This is like the marshmallow test. A kid with an unlimited access to a big bowl of marshmallows, which is in your case a recording of Jungkook finding his own release. Okay. Dilemma. Do you stop here, tell him about the mistake, return the tape immediately. You should. You definitely should.
Or do you continue? He won’t know just how much of it you saw…
You’ll obviously return it. Apologize. You check the small watch standing on the coffee table. It reads 7:32. The shop closes at eight. Okay. You have plenty of time. You just need to see what you’re dealing with here. Right?
You’re evil. But it’s impossible, it’s like having a gold mine before you, no one to stop you, not a single person in sight telling you for the love of god, woman, get a grip.
Your fingers curl around the remote… before you ultimately press ON — play — fast forward.
The screen turns back on, the recording forwards in quick frames, and you shut one eye as if that blocks out your shame and guilt. You land on a still that seems inviting. The girl, on all fours, Jungkook propped up behind her.
His hand comes up to his mouth. He sucks in his cheeks before spitting out a glob of saliva, moving his glistening fingers to the girl’s heat, which is perched in the air before him. Jungkook looks down at the view, gliding his fingers through her folds, immediately having her cry out with pleasure.
“Sshhh, baby, not yet. Want you crying on my dick.”
You shudder at the sound of his voice through the crispy speaker, his tone teasing with a hint of frustration. Your lips press together as you watch him line himself up, the girl’s face crinkling before it falls forward, burying her head in the pillow.
He thrust inside her with a grunt, his mouth falling open with a strained moan as he’s balls deep inside her. She whines a muted scream into the pillow, her fists clenching around the sheets. He’s probably too big for her.
Jungkook chuckles at her pleasure-filled misery, starting out with deep and slow grinds before pounding into her. The sounds are wile, having you turn down the volume with embarrassment, afraid your neighbors might tune in. Your jaw is practically on the floor as you watch Jungkook’s facial expressions. He’s smiling. His eyebrows curl together on his forehead as he plunges forward, retreating shallowly just to snap his hips against her ass once again.
Jesus. You press your legs together, trying to fight the obvious burn in your abdomen. Suddenly, your breath catches.
Jungkook looks up from the view of his cock driving into the girl’s heat… and his eyes lock with yours. Well, not yours, but he stares back at the camera, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in and out.
This just got increasingly more embarrassing. You’re indulging in something that feels very illegal here, so can he please look away? As if he’s watching you through the screen, your throat tightens. You can’t bring yourself to look away, it’s like a car crash. You can’t not stare at it. Your eyes flick from his face, to the way the muscles of his torso tighten with every snap of his hips. His palms run over the curve of her ass before it comes down to smack hard, causing her to tip her head back with a yelp. She’s so lost in pleasure that she can’t even talk.
But he does… and your brain-activity cuts short.
“Feel dirty?”
Huh? You still at his words.
He speaks again, grunts actually, “Filthy girl, wishing this was you.”
Oh my god. He’s talking to the viewer. He’s looking directly at the camera and speaking to you. Or whoever’s watching this. This was intended to be seen. Oh my god. Insert viewer porn.
You’re very certain this wasn’t for you to see, but someone was in mind when making this. Jungkook’s fingers curl around her hips as he drives harder and harder and harder into her cunt, the sound of skin on skin almost blocking out his next words.
“Wish it was my dick instead of your tiny, little fingers?” he growls, wincing as the girl wrapped around him clenches, milking him as he pounds into her. His words are stolen from him for just a second, before he bites down on his lips, continuing. “Still want you to cum for me, baby, want you to cum all over yourself.”
Help, you’ve probably fast-forwarded a bit too far into the tape, you didn’t know you were supposed to be touching yourself. Yeah, you won’t be doing that. It would just feel all too wrong.
You shift a bit in your seat, breath hitching as you feel how sensitive you’ve grown to any form of friction that brushes against your body. Jesus, you should turn this off, it has gotten really strange. Jungkook keeps looking directly at the camera, and although his eyes show nothing but need and desire, you kind of feel as though you’re being judged.
His moves turn frantic, and you realize the girl bent before him climaxes, screaming out, calling out his name in a row of desperate whines. This just fuels him to keep going, now forgetting all about the camera, his eyes darting down to her ass while his cock disappears inside her again and again and again.
He’s about to come. Your eyes widen as you see his face turn flushed, the sounds he releases being nothing short of grunted whimpers, desperate to find his own release. It’s fucking overwhelming, watching as the girl goes limp before him, listening to the sinful yet beautiful noises he’s producing.
Again you repeat here, but no further.
The remote has been resting in your soft grip ever since you turned the TV back on, and with a subtle press of your thumb — the screen goes black.
Okay. What you just saw might’ve just ruined your relationship on every level. You just electrocuted your tiny and insignificant bond, hoping it might spark something inside you. It did… but that only makes everything worse. And, sorry, are we just brushing over the fact that he’s making porn on his free time?
You’re quite overwhelmed, every forming thought being overpowered by another, more horrific one. But what you wish the strongest, is for this to just be a mistake. For you to be the idiot in this situation, sitting through about ten minutes of Jungkook’s sextape. Not for him to gift you this… knowing what’s on the disk, knowing you’re going home to watch him get his dick wet. That’s a whole other layer to this very weird scene that you don’t really want to take into consideration right now.
All you know is that his shop closes in about twenty minutes, and you can’t let this tape marinade in your video player. You’re going to have to return it, and that is tonight.
You feel like you’re about to melt with the snow that creaks underneath your boots. The CD-cover is buried in the pocket of your coat, burning its way into the fabric like some constant reminder of what an awful human being you are.
You’ve already thought over the conversation. You are to tell him about the mix-up, apologize, and sadly never show your face again. The two of you have had a good run, but it’s over now. There’s no way in hell you’ll be able to ‘casually’ rent a dvd from him every week when all you can picture is his face when he’s about to… jesus, let’s not even go there.
Why did you do it — why, why, why, you stupid meatball of a woman. Why did you have to let your curiosity get the best of you?
You can see him through the windows of the store as you cross the street. He’s alone (thank god), so it’ll be less humiliating for you to admit the horrible mishap. Your breath leaves in a fog as you exhale, your mouth shaping itself in an ‘o’ as you reach the glass door. You inspect Jungkook, who stands behind the counter with a pen perched between his fingertips as he notes down whatever on a piece of paper.
Let’s do this. It won’t be that awful. You’re a grown woman, you can own up to your mistakes.
“I’m sorry!”
Jesus. The apology sort of just tumbles out of you as you push the door open, mingling with the overhead bell that notifies your arrival. You’re not sure if yelling out that you’re sorry is the best way to start this conversation, but it’s too late to take it back now. Even though you want nothing more than to grab the exclaim by its neck and shove it back down your throat.
Jungkook’s gaze lifts along with his eyebrows, staring over at you as you stand covered in snow at his doorstep. It hits you that this is sort of similar to your first official meet, you drenched in bad weather at the door, Jungkook unbothered and dry behind the cashier. Oh how you miss those times, when you were just a girl with a stupid crush, blissfully unaware. Nostalgia will be the death of you.
As you haven’t really gotten to the next part of your apology, Jungkook clears his throat, his eyebrows forming in a confused knot high on his forehead, “You’re sorry?”
“I’m sorry!” you repeat, fully entering his shop, hurrying over to Jungkook while leaving sad and wet little footprints behind you. It seems to amuse him that you’re completely out of breath and quite frankly horrified, as he tongues his cheek watching the way you rush over to him. You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ears, ignoring the way your cheeks flush when fully exposed — even though it’s probably due to your mortification, you can brush it off as you going red by the cold.
You stop a few steps before the counter, chest heaving underneath your coat, and now that you’re here… you’ve forgotten your prepared monologue. What the hell, you know the basics of it. Let’s just give it a try.
“Euh—uh…” you stutter, now realizing you have no idea how to actually tell him this while looking him dead in the eyes. Hello, Jungkook, yes, it is true — I did in fact watch you pound away at some girl I don’t know. Yes, I could have turned it off, yes I realize that now. No, I don’t have any manners.
Jungkook frowns before you. Maybe he’s wondering if you slipped on ice on your way over, if you maybe cracked your skull open and that small bits and pieces of your consciousness is slowly seeping out of you. He crosses his arms loosely and leans over the counter, resting on his forearms. “Ah, I see,” he teases, grinning at the way your mouth hangs open.
This is getting more embarrassing by the minute. You try snapping out of it, putting one hand out in front of you, a flat palm. Okay here it goes.
“You gave me the wrong tape.”
Your shoulders slump the moment the words leave you, finally ridding you of the heavy burden. All you hope is that he might not ask about the tape, that he’ll take it back, maybe watch over it in private, realize his mistake and then not wonder why you’re not returning to his shop.
Because you quite frankly can’t ever set foot in here after what you just watched, not when all you can picture is the way his eyebrows crease when the girl wrapped around him pulsates, spasms, sucking him dry. Fuck, it was beautiful, but oh so inappropriate. So wildly inappropriate. You can’t ever see him the same way. Not that he was some virgin Mary before this, you’ve always known what kind of guy he was. But knowing he makes his own pornos just makes it absolutely impossible for you to keep your cool around him.
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, letting your words sink in. The piercing catches between his teeth, making a small clicking sound that cuts right through the unbearable silence that fills his shop. Pursing his lips, examining you, he prepares to speak. “Mhm, did I?”
“Yeah,” you say, taking another step forward. You fish out the CD-cover buried in your pocket, handing it to Jungkook once you’re close enough to reach him. He doesn’t grab for it, so instead you place it down on the counter, trying not to look at it. It’s just this little black, plastic item — something that has managed to ruin your life (or so it seems like). “I just—I’m sorry. I wanted to return it as fast as I could.”
He stares at you for a moment before reaching for the tape, fingers curling around the plastic then picking it up. You’re kind of weirded out by this. He doesn’t ask any questions, nor does the contains of the tape you watched seem to matter to him. Instead, his eyes skim over the cover’s back for a second, before he puts it down again and shoves it out of sight.
“That’s too bad, huh?” His eyes meet yours again, and you almost faint. There’s this sparkle in them, a flash of glisten that disappears the moment he blinks. His eyebrows raise just a tad on his forehead, giving him just a teeny tiny pleading look. Alright, this has to be intentional — he knows what effect he has on women.
You can’t deal with him anymore. It was fine before, when it was just a stupid crush. But it’s slowly turning into something else, something shameful. You want him so bad that you could cry, because there is no way in hell he would ever lay a hand on a girl like you. And now you’ve seen all of him — every admirable inch of him. There’s no way you can keep him in your life without going insane.
Your lips curl into a thin line, and just as you’re about to speak, Jungkook cuts you off.
“Is there anything I could do for you?”
Quite frankly, no. You just need to be left alone, honestly. Curl up underneath your covers and die of embarrassment and lust. So you shake your head, trying to get out of this shop as quickly as possible. You don’t want the actual movie you rented, you just wanted to return the faulted one and flee the crime scene.
“No-no,” you say, waving a hand in front of you. “There really isn’t. Again, I’m sorry.”
You haven’t told him what the CD contains, but he’ll find out eventually. And there is absolutely no way that you’ll be here when that time comes. You have to get out of here. This didn’t really go as planned, you apparently don’t have enough courage to own up to your mistake. But you’ve returned the tape nonetheless, so your mission is complete.
You give Jungkook an almost believable smile, and prepare to walk off. Your feet are about to send you off, and you turn away from Jungkook, setting out on your journey to the door — when you feel a tug on your coat.
Jungkook has wrapped his fingers in the soft fabric, tugging on your back, keeping you from leaving. Reaching for you over the counter.
Neither of you speak for a moment, you just still the moment you feel resistance. Your chest heaves, you have no idea what’s going on, why he’s holding you back. It’s almost like all the air in your lungs in ripped from you, and when you hear his voice, your knees almost buckle.
“Are you sure there’s nothing you want me to do?”
You can’t see his face, but his voice is enough to send you over the edge. It’s a low purr, but you also detect some worry. He can’t possibly be that sorry for lending you the wrong tape. It would at least make him great with costumers, but it can’t just be that. Oh god. He can’t possibly know… can he?
“W-what?” you ask, still not turning to face him. You just stare straight ahead at the snow that falls outside the window, the glass door. And Jungkook’s hand stays knotted in your coat, making it impossible for you to move.
“Come on…” he rasps, tugging you closer. Your feet stumble backwards, but you still don’t turn, honestly just because you don’t dare to. Looking him in his beautiful eyes right now might make you jump over that counter and fling your arms over his shoulders. So you stand still, your lower back meeting the edge of the counter. And after a while, after you’ve gotten used to the way Jungkook’s breath keeps brushing against the back of your head, he speaks again. “I know you like me.”
Mary mother of christ. There it is. He knows. Of course he knows — how could you be so stupid? You’ve been pining after him for almost a decade. How could he not know?
Goosebumps bloom on the back of your neck and your breathing turns shallow. This can really only mean one thing.
He didn’t give you the wrong tape.
You slip from his hand, turning abruptly, looking at him with wide and frightened eyes. For some reason, you can’t control your breathing. Your chest moves in heaves, and every sentence you try forming in your head dies on its way out. His nostrils flare before you, and as if you’re not having a hard enough time breathing, Jungkook’s eyes roam over your body, taking in your state of shock.
“Wha—what?” you repeat, still not sure any of this is real. Because how can it be. It’s straight out of a very weird and long porno. Fitting, given the tape he’s gifted you.
“Look—I’m sorry about the video,” he starts, running stressed fingers through his hair. You’ve never seen him like this, it’s out of character for him to not be teasing or mocking you. But he’s allowed to be nervous, as he has just confirmed to renting you a porno of himself. That has to be some sort of felony. When he’s done messing up his hair, he places his hands flat on the counter, chuckling at his own words. “I just—I don’t know. Thought you needed a push.”
“Needed a push?” You stick your neck out, baffled and not really sure if you just heard right. Was this an attempt to seduce you? In what messed up world would that work? “I’m sure you could’ve thought of some other way to wring the truth out of me.”
Jungkook shrugs, keeping his eyed glued to yours. “Sure. But I wanted you to see what I could do to you.”
Your pulse drops, and it almost feels as if someone has spilled a bucket of ice water down your neck. Oh my god, this has to be some kind of joke. Maybe he’s recording this too, and that he might just be a very messed up guy. Because never in your twenty years of living would you have thought that Jeon Jungkook could ever come onto you. Especially not like this.
For some reason, you can’t speak. But your face gets embarrassingly warm, your cheeks heating up and doing absolutely nothing to hide just how flustered you are. You try cooling it off, letting your knuckles meet the warm skin, not even caring how stupid it looks.
“Also,” Jungkook tilts his head, smiling at you. You immediately avoid his eyes, looking down at his hands instead, the thick, silver ring that’s wrapped around his left thumb. He notices, bending a bit down trying to search for your eyes. “It’s fun making you blush like this.”
“You’re—” you start, blushing even more when he points it out. Trying to recover some kind of bravery, you jerk your neck, flaring your nostrils. “This is insane behavior.”
“Romeo killed himself for Juliet—I would argue I’m not insane enough.”
You instantly frown, very taken aback by this absurd analogy. “Are you seriously comparing you giving me porn—your own porn—to Romeo and Juliet?”
“Yeah,” he says dead serious while straightening his posture. His eyes sparkle in your direction, and you gulp as you keep getting lost in them. He has apparently lost his damn mind… but it seems it might be because of you. That can’t be right.
“I'm sorry—but are we just brushing over the fact that you make your own porn?” Your eyebrows crease so bad it's actually hurting, but you can't for the life of you understand what on earth is going on.
Jungkook scratches the back of his head. “It was—it's something I do for fun—sometimes!” he tries explaining, tumbling over his own words. “I'd never do that to you—I just thought giving you the tape might open your eyes. Show you what I bring to the table.”
What a crazy mindset. Also, you already know what he brings to the table — every girl in town knows. He could’ve just told you ‘hey, I like you’ and it probably wouldn’t have been as strange.
As you part your lips, preparing to speak, your words are ripped from you. Because the moment your words are about to leave you, Jungkook decides to move. He takes a step back from the counter, eyes never leaving you, and starts making his way around, fingertips tracing the flat surface. The veins on his forearm strain against his skin as he moves, as his arm stretches, follows where he goes. And in a matter of no time, he manages to snake around the counter and take his first steps towards you.
There’s nothing else for you to do but tumble backwards, not knowing if its all because you’re trying to keep your distance from him or if it’s your brain subconsciously keeping you from making a stupid decision — keeping you from flinging yourself over Jungkook’s neck.
“I swear I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he stresses, slowly walking towards you. “And I know it was a crazy gesture—but the thing is… I kinda am crazy about you.”
You stop in your tracks, letting him close up on you. Your throat clogs as you hear his confession, a row of words you’ve only encountered in your dreams. Maybe you’re dumb and naive, but you’ve been so insatiably in love with him for these past years that the thought of him maybe feeling the same way has your vision blurring.
What snaps you back to reality is the tape, the way he spoke. How he carries himself, the fact that every girl in town has gotten a taste of him. He must be calculated. This isn’t a love confession — this is a damn ploy.
“That’s not funny,” you say, nostrils flaring.
He’s close enough to touch you now, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stops before you, eyes skimming over your flushed face, moving from one eye to the other before settling on your lips for way too long. He takes a deep breath, one that has his shoulders lifting with the large intake. “I’m not trying to be funny, peach.”
That fucking nickname. Just this once, you wish he might’ve been able to drop it… just this once.
His fingers twitch with restraint at his sides, and his tongue brushes past his lips as his eyes are still fixed on your mouth. “If you think I’m just saying all this to win you over—do you really think I’d wait this long?”
“Uh, n-no,” you stutter, and your voice comes out more strained than you hoped, almost like every word you’re trying to say hurts in your throat.
One second passes, and without noticing at first, you see Jungkook’s hand lift. His palm comes to cup your cheek, his ring-covered thumb brushing against your warm skin. Your breathing comes out ragged, and your eyes flick over his face like a deer-caught-in-headlights. Trying to ease you, Jungkook brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your skin along the way.
“That tape was just a snivel of what I’d do to you if you let me.”
Oh god, maybe you’re in over your head here. You know you want this, that you want nothing less, but as you’ve established — Jungkook is crazy. And this might just be Jungkook’s brilliant way with words, but every single nerve in your body is tuned to him, and you find yourself glued to the floor, unable and not wanting to move.
Just dive in without thinking. Allow yourself this indulgence. You never do anything fun, you never take any fucking risks. So just take the leap.
You tip your chin up, better meeting his eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Then what’s stopping you?”
A small, devilish smile tugs on Jungkook’s lips, before they surge forward, colliding with yours without giving you a second to breathe. The metal in his mouth brushes against your bottom lip, the strength of his kiss urging for you to open your mouth for him, bare him your tongue.
You do so without thinking, inviting him in, letting the wet muscle of his tongue roll against yours in an addictive dance, while his hand shoves your face harder against his. You’re on your tippy-toes now, stretching as far as possible to reach his mouth. He chuckles against your kiss, but not for long, not when he hears how your breathing has slowed and a small moan escapes you. Because it unfurls something in him, and soon enough his free hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer to him.
He groans at the feel of your thick coat against his chest, probably eager to rip it the fuck off, but trying to keep his cool nonetheless. It doesn’t work all that well. “Is it that cold out?”
His words aren’t teasing this time, he actually seems more furious. So you immediately find it funny, smiling still when he keeps kissing your stretched lips. “What, you don’t like my coat?”
“Hate it, actually,” he purrs, nudging your face away with his forehead just so he can latch onto your neck. You shiver the moment his lips meet your jugular, the wetness of them sending sparks all the way to your fingertips. He licks and sucks as if to mark you, while the hand on your waist takes on a new road, coming to fiddle with the top button of your coat.
You giggle as the button resists, catching in the soft fabric, refusing to give in. As Jungkook hears this, he retracts from your neck, straightening his posture to look at you with narrow eyes.
“Oh, we’re laughing, are we?” He tilts his head, giving you just a teeny tiny smile that’s almost unnoticeable. His lips have gone slightly red, a bit swollen, giving him a disheveled look that’s enough for you to lose your damn mind. You pout, looking up at him with wide and unknowing eyes, trying to lure his lips back to yours, but instead you feel his hand move from your button. “Laugh, again—I dare you.”
In one easy motion both his hands grab ahold of the back of your thighs underneath the long coat, and without struggle he manages to lift you, wrapping you around his waist. Your breath hitches, the fabric of your coat rides up, and you instinctively fold your knees around his torso, steading yourself. And as the small breath of air leaves you, Jungkook swallows it with another kiss.
It's like you’re nothing in his arms with the way he so easily handles you. He manages to turn, walk further into the store, still lavishing you in openmouthed and wet kisses. Your arms have wrapped around his neck, and soon enough your fingers are tangled in his silky hair, brushing through the strands that form the rough mullet. Until you remember something crucial.
“W-waitwaitwait—” you hiss against his lips, retracting to look him in the eyes. They haven’t gone heavy lidded like you’re used to when lathering boys in kisses, Jungkook’s eyes have actually doubled in size, it seems. He stares back at you with two black, glistening voids, wondering why you’re cutting his pleasure short. You raise your eyebrows, because the door remains unlocked. And you’re not so sure if you’re all that keen on going at it with Jungkook while someone could just simply walk in without restraint. “The door?”
Jungkook chuckles as he keeps moving both your bodies across the room, walking past shelves, different sections, until he stops for a second. “There’s another door here, peach.”
And just like that, almost like it magically appeared with his words, he pushes open a door — already slightly ajar — with the tip of his boot, a door which seems to lead to the backroom. It’s filled with boxes, shelves. It’s just a mess, honestly. And without any further words, Jungkook turns the lock and walks to one of the shorter CD-shelves, propping you up on it.
Your feet barely dangle above the floor, and you immediately miss the feel of his lips once he leaves you. Needy as you are, you reach for his shirt, trying to pull him back, but he stops you right away.
“I’m gonna need that coat on the floor before anything else.”
Fuck.
You were honestly hoping it wouldn’t come to this. Maybe that he would let you sleep with him fully dressed.
It’s not because you’re self-conscious in any way, you’re actually quite proud of your figure. No, this is way worse. Because underneath your coat lies a dark secret: Your horrible sense of style when it comes to lounging around at home.
To be honest, you thought you’d spend the night all alone. Well, it’s movie night, so you usually do spend it alone, on your couch, with soda stains on your chest. But you set out on a quest tonight — honestly just to return the tape and never see Jungkook again. You didn’t think he’d be undressing you by the end of the meet, so you didn’t bother to change your clothes… which now you realize was a grand mistake.
You look up at Jungkook with wide and pleading eyes, “May the coat stay on?”
He just frowns in response before taking matters into own hands, lunging forward and shutting you up with a kiss so harsh your lips might bruise. Jungkook sucks down on your bottom lip, causing you to let out a soft moan in his mouth as he distracts you from the way he’s roughly tearing open your coat, not caring if the buttons rip at the seams. Suddenly, the coat hangs open, and with a begrudging lift of your hips, you let him slip it off your frame.
Your hands come up to cup his neck, the hair that grows long there, forcing him to not look down. But he does anyways… and stops completely.
His hands rest by your waist, and his eyes roam over your body, eyebrows creasing with something that might read as disgust, or maybe just utter confusion.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he scoffs, skimming over your outfit. Rightfully so, because what the hell are you wearing?
It’s embarrassing, but it’s comfortable. And you don’t care if you stain it. You tread it over your body the minute you get home, you always make sure to wash it before going to bed just so you’ll be able to wear it again the day after. We are of course speaking of your Snoopy-suit.
Weird name, yes, but there’s no other way to describe it. Because it is a Snoopy-suit. A white sweater with tiny nightgown-Snoopy-figurines all over, everywhere, no inch left uncovered — with a pair of matching sweatpants. The text on your chest reads ‘Sleepy Snoops’. We won’t even get into what’s written on your ass.
You part your lips, but no sound comes out, which has Jungkook frowning ugly in front of you. With minimal strength, you shove at his chest. It does little, as he comes right back again, leaning forward while his palms rest on either side of you down on the shelf’s surface. The veins in his forearms pop as he rests his weight on them.
“Wha—well I didn’t think I’d be stripping when I got here!” You try defending yourself, but realize it still doesn’t answer Jungkook’s question. Because you quite frankly have no idea what it is that you’re wearing. Thankfully, Jungkook latches onto your words instead of keeping his attention glued to your outfit.
“You so did,” he chuckles, planting a soft kiss on your temple.
You keep trying to defend yourself while his kisses continue. “I didn’t!”
“Yeah-yeah, okay—I can’t have you wearing that, though.” He starts by letting one hand brush over your thighs, a move that immediately sends shivers down your spine and all the way to your cervix. Jesus, he must be a sorcerer. The hand keeps moving, fingers brushing underneath the hem of your sweater, lifting it slowly while still kissing you, lips moving down your neck, biting down on your skin as his fingers meets your stomach.
Eager to strip out of this god-awful outfit, you help him, reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and giving it a quick tug. Jungkook’s hand replaces yours, and he lifts the fabric off your body, over your head, over your lifted arms, until it falls completely off and is thrown forgotten to the floor alongside your coat.
The moment you’re bared to him, he chuckles against your skin, pleased to know you’re not wearing a bra. His hand which is not holding onto your waist comes to cup one of your soft breasts, rolling it in his palm where it fits so perfectly.
You mewl underneath his touch, back arching instinctively as he keeps kneading your breast with his warm palm. He steps in between your parted knees, the hand on your waist pulling you further into him, and the moment you meet his hips, you let out a breathy moan.
He’s straining against his jeans, a bulge so big it still surprises you, even though you’ve already seen all of him. You’ve seen every vein, every inch — just not up close. And the anticipation is killing you.
“Take the sweatpants off,” he breathes against your neck, now starting to move lower, kissing your collarbone, your chest, before his lips meet the gentle curve of your breast — the one not trapped in his palm.
In a hurried motion, your fingers find your waistband, and you rip the soft fabric off, lifting your hips and wiggling out of the pants, kicking off your boots along with the legs of your sweats. Thankfully, your panties aren’t atrocious as well, just a simple, white lace that you’re hoping to be rid of soon enough.
Jungkook grinds into you the second you lose the pants, breathing roughly against your skin when he feels your bare figure hug his frame the moment his hips roll forwards. His mouth moves lower, and after giving your already hard nipple a soft lick, he closes his mouth around it to suck down on it. The hand on your breast gives your skin a deep knead before brushing lower, letting his fingers play with the waistband of your panties, snapping the band against your hip.
“Kook—please,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Jungkook’s tongue starts circling your nipple, flicking over the nub, coating it in his spit. “Don’t hold back with me.”
He groans against you, running the tip of his tongue back and forth over your hard nipple, “Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
His fingers move from the waistband, and in a motion so sudden his palm cups your wetness, squeezing tight, feeling how you’re dripping through the lace fabric. Your breath hitches, and your head lolls back as the friction of his hand cupped so tightly against your clothed cunt. Chasing his touch, your hips buck forward, a move which steals a hummed laughter from him.
Your completely soaked through. There’s no inch of lace left untouched by your wetness, and the fabric clings to you like a second skin. You’re so wet it almost embarrassing, and every squeeze Jungkook’s large palm bestows upon you has you gasping for air.
He sucks down on your nipple, releasing it with a slick pop. “Fuck, you’re soaked through,” he almost whispers, his breath against your breast sending sparks through your body.
“Mm-hm,” you hum in agreement, a needy sound you try repressing as you bite down on your bottom lip. But it doesn’t work that well, especially not when Jungkook runs a single finger all the way from your core to your clit, which both are spasming underneath the drenched lace. Your forehead drops to Jungkook’s shoulder for some kind of support, but suddenly the surface is removed. Because Jungkook has taken on a new path.
Tracing your bare torso in wet kisses, he makes his way down, both hands now coming to tug on the waistband of your panties, ripping it of in one go with the help of a compliant lift of your hips.
“Have been dreaming of this,” he purrs, “… for so fucking long.”
His palms slowly spread your knees apart, thumbs pressing into the supple skin of your inner thigs, and you feel it like a pulse in your core. You almost can’t think straight, seeing him on his knees between your legs. Although he might be teasing — you actually have been dreaming of this. And now that it’s finally happening, every nerve in your body feels ignited.
As you let out a small whimper, Jungkook’s eyes flick up, catching yours from between your legs, and you swear your lungs collapse when he smirks, so slight it’s nearly imperceptible.
Still keeping eye contact, his knuckles brush the slick that’s already coating your folds. Your eyebrows crease at the touch, and your mouth falls open without letting any sound release, just a row of desperate breaths. He lets his fingers stretch, the pads of them trailing down your slit, feeling the way your juices cling to him. It’s a sight he can’t keep away from.
His eyes dart down, now fixed on the sight of you bare and dripping. The way your clit pulsates, begging and needing to be touched. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Look at you.”
You’re too wet to be embarrassed, to fucking wrecked from the anticipation to be coy or smart. All you want is to audibly beg for him, but you still have some pride you’re hoping to keep intact. You’ll fuck him in the backroom of his shop, alright — but you’re not begging. Well, not yet, at least.
There’s apparently no need for you to beg this time, as the next thing you feel is Jungkook’s mouth pressing a kiss on your parted lips, right to your clit.
You immediately jolt forwards, the feel of his lips so unreal that stars start dancing in your vision. But he holds you back with his palms, and with a low rumble, he darts his tongue out, dragging an experimental lick through your folds. He parts them with ease, his tongue flat and broad, starting from the bottom and gliding all the way up to your clit. Your thighs shudder, but he still doesn’t let you move. His arms snake around your legs, pinning you down and locking you open for him.
“You taste so fucking good,” he purrs in between licks, the tip of his tongue circling your clit, flicking over it once or twice to feel the way your twitch in his grip. You throw your head back, a moan ripping from your throat as his sucks your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with obscene precision. The suction is gentle, at first, just enough to have your back arching and your fingers flying into his soft hair.
You feel the piercing in his lip move as he shifts, the cool of it slipping through your folds when he sucks down harder, tearing uncontrollable whines from you. Easing you after the harsh suction, he presses his tongue flat against your clit and rolls it, slow and so incredibly fucking skilled.
“Oh fuck—fuck, Jungkook—”
He only groans in response, the vibration of it traveling through your entire body. When he shifts his mouth again, you think you might black out. He locks eyes with you, his black marbles staring back up at you as a sly smile appears on his face. His tongue rapidly flicks up and down your clit, and just when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, he delves down wrap his lips around the nub, sucking tightly at it.
You can’t see shit. You don’t know if it’s your eyes who have retreated to your skull, or if it’s your vision blurring due to the intense pleasure — whatever it is, it’s too damn good to care about right now. And with the way he chuckles against your cunt, you bet your ass he’s watching your every reaction.
Because he loves it, he drinks it in. Every moan, every twitch of your hips, every grip of your fingers in his hair — he can’t get enough of it. Especially when he retracts, licking a fat stripe over your pulsating clit, and you let out a breathy whine, desperate for the orgasm he just teased you with.
Unapologetic and lost in deep pleasure, you look back down at him, eyebrows lifting and eyes widening. “I loved the tape you gave me,” you breathe, tugging gently on his hair.
“Yeah?” He smiles against your wetness, locking eyes with you as his licks turn slow and torturous. His lips have gone all shiny, his chin too, probably, although you can’t see it.
A smile tugs on your lips, and you nod, slowly starting to roll your hips against him, following the movement of his tongue. “Yeah,” you purr, your eyes fluttering shut every time Jungkook’s flat tongue moves over the most sensitive spot of your clit. “Loved seeing you. Your arms, your thighs, your dick.”
Your words come out breathy and seductive, egging him on. It works immediately, as he seals his lips around your clit, sucking down while his tongue messily laps over the nub. His spit and your slick mix together in a thick liquid that coats both him and your thighs, running down to the slit that parts your cheeks.
“Anything else?” He lets up from his sucking as his tongue explores you more deeply, slipping down to your entrance, circling it before slowly pushing inside.
Your entire body jerks. “Ah—yes!”
He starts shamelessly fucking you with his tongue in low, deep strokes, his nose pressed against your clit, his grip on your thighs tightening as you writhe against his face.
“I wished it was me—so bad Kook.” The words roll of your tongue, and you ramble mindlessly as his tongue curls inside you, his nose rubbing tightly over your clit. “Wished you’d fuck me just like that—fuck me until I can’t walk.”
He loves the sound of your breathy praise, loves the way you keep spasming whenever he hits the sweet-spot buried deep inside you. He knows exactly what it is you need. So he pulls his tongue out, licks his way back up and circles your clit again — but this time, his fingers join in.
You’re so wet and pliant you almost don’t notice them at first, but when he goes deeper, your eyes widen. There’s two of them, thick and lock, who push inside you so smoothly that your mouth drops open, a broken sound escaping you before you can stop it. His mouth doesn’t let up during the intrusion, his tongue flicks fast over your clit as his fingers curl inside you, exactly where you crave pleasure the most. Your walls pulsate around his digits the moment he teases the spot.
“Ah—fuck, right there—oh my god—” you pant, eyelids fluttering shut as he keeps stroking in rhythmic pulses, his mouth never leaving your clit. The combination is unbearable, and your hips involuntarily rock into his touch. You tug on his hair, pull him closer, and you feel the pleasure in your stomach starting to knot together. “Oh my god, Kook—I’m so close—”
Jungkook flicks his tongue faster, circles your clit tighter, until your vision wipes out, until your legs are shaking around his shoulders, your orgasm building so fiercely you can almost taste blood.
No one has ever known their way around your body this way, and you thank god for his previous experience, because with the way he’s working you over right now — there’s nothing else for you to do. His long fingers keep curling inside you, not even caring about the fact that your juices run down his palm, his wrist, coating his forearm. He instead hums in appreciation against your clit, wrapping his lips around it, his lip ring slipping inside your glistening folds, and he sucks down viscously on your clit like a starved animal.
“Fuck—Kook, I’m cu—” is all you’re able to get out before your orgasm hits you. Your legs quiver, your whole body breaks open against his mouth, your head lolls back and you cry out. You grind against his face because you simply can’t not, because you need him deeper, everywhere, you’re actually losing your mind in this orgasm. And Jungkook eats it up, literally. He moans into your climax, tongue lapping ever drop of arousal, fingers starting to pump in and out of you, meeting every grind of your hip.
Even when your thighs begin to twitch in overstimulation, he doesn’t stop. He slows, of course, but he stays, licking lazy strokes over your cunt as if he’s cleaning up his mess. And under his touch, your body is melting. You actually feel boneless, a trembling mess — who has also seemingly made a mess out of the boy between your legs.
His hair is a mess from your hands, his lips have gone red, swollen and shiny, and his chest heaves like he’s the one who just came. And when he feels you starting to tug harder on his hair, trying to pry him off your body, he lets up, giving a final peck to your clit. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands, eyes never leaving yours. It doesn’t really help, his lips are still a wet mess, a mess he doesn’t seem to bother. His tongue darts out again, brushing over his lower lip, savoring the taste of you.
“Voila,” he jokes, bracing his hands on his thighs as his posture straightens.
You don’t even care that he’s being a cocky asshole now, all you want is for him to rid himself of those god damn clothes. It’s all you can think of when your vision comes back — how he’s still covered. How the tight tee he’s wearing hides his glorious figure from you, how his pants cage in the length and width of his. A cock so big your mouth is already watering.
Your voice comes out softer and a bit more embarrassing than you expect, “C-can you… take it off?”
Jungkook tilts his head, eyebrows lifting, being a little shit. “Take what off?”
You bite down on your bottom lip, eyes darting toward his still clothed body, toward the heavy bulge that’s straining visibly through the dark denim. Jungkook grins viciously when he notices your lingering and hopeful grin.
“Everything?” he asks, still in that oblivious and teasing tone that weirdly enough turns you on so much that a new wave of arousal seeps from you. You instinctively press your knees together, suddenly a bit self-conscious about being the only one butt-naked here. So you nod, shyly, letting him know you do want him to take everything off.
His hands move immediately, but his breath hitches and his mouth opens in a wide gape. Of course, teasing you. “Such a forward young girl,” he says as if he’s affronted by your demand. You just roll your eyes at him, even though you’re screaming internally.
He rises to his feet, towering over you with a frame so broad you gulp, his shoulders squared, hair falling into his eyes as he glances down at you with hunger. Eyes never leaving you, his fingers start moving to the hem of his tee. And it’s torture, the way he peels it off, revealing himself inch by inch. The fabric clings to his back as he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside.
Jesus fucking christ, it’s even better up close. A camera can’t possibly do such a man justice, the way he looks as if he’s sculpted by the gods. Sharp collarbones, thick chest, deep dips between every line of muscle, and somehow a lean waist. Unfair is what it is. And his inked up left arm is just too stunning, the way the tattoos curl around his biceps, his veins. Unfair.
Your gaze traces his torso, licking your lips subconsciously.
“Like what you see?” he asks, extremely cocky.
“Shush,” you say as you shake your head, hoping to might snap out of the weird horned up trance he has you in by just removing his tee.
He chuckles, dragging one hand down over his own stomach, flexing his abs. “Not something I usually show the customers. You’re getting some real special treatment here, peach.”
“I somehow don’t believe that,” you frown, trying your hardest not to laugh when he grunts, flexing even harder. He might be ridiculously hot, but he still can’t escape the idiocy that comes with being a boy.
His mouth opens, gape widens, and his eyebrows crease. “Are you slut-shaming me?”
“I so am.” You brace your hands on either side of your body, leaning backwards, stretching subtly before him. Gloating in the way he’s undressing before you. Because next go his boots. He tows them off one at a time and they land somewhere far off in the small room. Then go the jeans.
The second the belt is out from its loops, your stomach flips. He pops the button, drags the zipper down, and your mouth dries when he peels them off. The denim clings to his thighs, and you see now just how thick they are. His legs are strong, dense with muscle, strength that only comes from real, physical work — carrying boxes, lifting crates, whatnot. He can maybe add ‘carrying you around’ to that list, if he wants, of course.
Now, there’s only one barrier left between you and every inch of him. His black boxer-briefs. And what’s underneath them is already impossible to ignore.
He’s hard, so hard, straining against the fabric, the outline of his cock bulging beneath the waistband. Long and thick, his girth alone has your core clenching in anticipation. You saw him in the self-tape, of course, you know he’s big already. But knowing he’ll bestow the length upon you feels like you’re maybe in way over your head. The tip of him presses against the cotton, and there’s a darkened spot where he’s already leaking.
Jungkook giggles (weirdly enough) at the way you swallow hard before him, and jerks his head to the side. “Three—two—one.”
He actually counts down the big reveal, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and dragging the fabric down.
Your jaw almost reaches the floor.
Jungkook springs free flushed, veiny and think in a way that’s almost greedy. The head of him is swollen and red, glistening and leaking at the tip, and you feel drool trying to make its way down your chin. You shut your mouth immediately, but you take a big breath in through your nose. He’s absolutely, obesely big. This can’t be good for neither you or him.
Upon seeing you so baffled, he chuckles low in his chest, stroking himself once from base to tip — just for you to watch, and for him to see your reaction. “You said you didn’t want me to hold back, right?”
Your thighs squeeze together and part your lips, “Uhm.” God you’re an idiot. Uhm? Well, your reaction is kind of fair, you didn’t expect him to be this absurdly big. But maybe you’ll grow accustomed to him, to his size. You pray to god that you will, because you’re not backing out now. “Right—right. I’m ready.”
He lets out a chuckle and steps in close, close enough that your knees part for him again, close enough that his cologne and body scent wraps around you like a second skin. He leans forward until his hands land on either side of you, palms flat against the shelf.
You’re caged in. His arms bracket you completely, veins standing out along his forearms, sleeve tattoo stretching and flexing as his weight settles in. There’s nowhere for you to go — not that there’s anywhere else in the world you’d like to be right now. You could absurdly enough die happily in this position, naked underneath the eyes of equally naked Jungkook. His face is inches away from yours, breath warm, eyes glistening as they flick between your eyes, mouth, chest.
“Need another countdown?” he asks as he leans in, softly kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear.
You shudder, eyes fluttering shut. But still — please don’t count down. It was weird enough the first time. “Rather not,” you giggle, wiggling away from his kisses as they start to tingle. This only eggs Jungkook on more, resulting in him blowing air behind your ear, biting down on your skin, humming in appreciation as you try shoving him away. “Stop Kook, it tickles—oh—”
Oh. It was a distraction.
Because suddenly you feel him… all of him, pressing heavy against you. He shifts his hip as he feels you still completely, and drags the length of him upwards, through your folds, coating himself in your slick.
“Shiit, you’re so soft.” Jungkook’s voice is no more than a whisper, speaking directly into your ear before biting down on your earlobe. One of his hands come to rest on your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh there, as his other hand moves between you to grab himself — guiding himself as he drag his cock upwards to circle your clit with his heavy tip.
You gasp, and your head falls to Jungkook’s shoulder. It’s obscene how sensitive you are, how easily your body reacts to him. You’re still slick from his mouth, and the slide of him against your soaked cunt has you toes curling instantly.
Jungkook groans under his breath, retracting from your neck to watch how you drip all over him, how his cock slips so easily through you, how the head of him catches at your clit and makes you tremble. “Fuck—looks so pretty.” The thick length of him glides through you from bottom to top, the head pressing against your clit, guiding his leaking tip just right, flicking it up and down your spasming nub that crowns your mound in torturous drags.
“Oh—” your breath stutters and your hips jolt forward, hands snaking around his frame to drag your long fingernails down his back, hard enough to make him hiss. As your head falls back, Jungkook lets the hand on your thigh move to your neck, and he presses your mouth against his. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you melt into it immediately, lips parting, moaning softly when you feel his cock glide through you yet again.
He doesn’t push inside you, he just drags himself through your slick over and over again. Each pass is wonderful, the head of his cock nudges your clit, circles it, presses into it to hear how you whine into his mouth. The size of him is impossible to ignore. He’s so heavy, so thick, that you’re starting to worry about how on earth he’s going to fit inside you.
You lift your arms and tug at his hair, fingers curling into his soft strands. “You f-feel—ah—so good.”
Upon hearing your praise, he chuckles softly and kisses you harder, pushing to tighter against his lips. His tongue strokes slow, his open mouth steals every sound you make, swallowing your moans while his cock continues its relentless pass through your folds.
You’re soaking him, his cock slipping as it reaches your clit again, involuntarily flicking over your clit as you're so wet his cock can't even keep a straight path. You feel yourself pulsing around nothing, clenching with the hope that he’ll soon fill you, that he’ll soon give you exactly what you want. And as you start growing impatient, tugging harder on his hair — Jungkook starts to play with you.
He nudges your clit side to side, the hand wrapped around his own length guiding his cock precisely where you’re spasming. New waves of arousal leak from you, mixing with the pearls of precum that continues to run down Jungkook’s shaft. With a gasp, you break from the kiss, feeling your legs starting to shake and the coiling pleasure low in your belly building by the second. “N-no more—”
“Fuuck, but—” he breathes out a low growl, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Feel how hard I am for you, peach.”
His hips roll forward, his own hand making sure he slips perfectly though your folds. He flattens the length of him against your slick heat, and when you feel him twitch, when you feel just how close he is himself, a sharp pulse travels straight through your core. Your hands slide down his back, nails digging into his skin, your whole body arching up into him. You can’t take it anymore — he has teased you for long enough. All you want is for him to fill you so good, to actually split you in half, all you want is for him to make you cry in overwhelming pleasure.
“I could probably cum like this,” Jungkook rasps, still resting against your shoulder. You feel his eyes flutter shut, his eyelashes tingling against your skin. He lets out a deep breath, and actually whines when he presses one last, heavy glide through your folds. As he reaches your clit again, he lingers there, circling thrice until your nails scrape harshly along his back, until your back arches and all you’re able to do is moan his name. He chuckles, although there’s absolutely nothing funny right now, “I bet you could too.”
Well, apparently you’re not allowed to, as his hands find your hips in a sudden motion. Before you can fully catch your breath, let out one last moan, he’s lifting you off the bench, pressing your body flush to him. All the while his cock is still nuzzled between your folds.
The change of scenery has you gasping for air, arms flinging over his shoulders and legs wrapping tightly around his slender waist. You try balancing yourself, although there seems to be no need as Jungkook doesn’t falter. It doesn’t look like the lift strains him, he doesn’t even blink. He just holds you like you weigh nothing, easily hopping with you in his arms, making you whimper as his cock once again presses against your clit.
“I don’t know if it’s you that’s light as fuck—or if I’m just stupidly strong,” Jungkook laughs, and there’s a grin tucked into the corner of his mouth, a grin you kind of want to wipe right off his face, no matter how much you want him right now.
He turns with you cradled against him, your bare chest pressed to his, and he walks the two of you a few feet across the backroom, his bare feet making duck-like waddling sounds against the concrete floor. As sensual as this is supposed to be, you giggle, kissing his cheek for the first time. And oh my god. They’re so incredibly soft. They swell up when he smiles, grinning as you continue pressing tiny pecks all over both his cheeks.
“I’m about to fuck you dense and you’re babying me?”
You continue smothering him in kisses, not caring if his words actually kind of frighten you… because how much denser could you possibly become after this? The thought doesn’t stick for long, as you’re suddenly being pinned back against one of the tall VHS-shelves. It’s cold against your spine, and you gasp as the wood presses harshly against your skin.
And yet again — you’re caged in. Oh no… you’re trapped beneath Jeon Jungkook, his body flush against you, the hard line of his cock now pressed hot between your legs… oh no, how awful.
You’re still dripping for him, and you swear you can feel your slick smear across his skin as he shifts. Because he leans in, his mouth immediately latching onto your neck again. And as his mouth works you over, he slowly puts you down, without any tremble in his arms, without any struggle whatsoever, until your bare feet meet the floor.
At this height, you have to get on your tip-toes if you want Jungkook to continue his kisses down your neck — so you do. You lift your heels off the floor and invite his mouth, his mouth which softly presses just beneath your ear. He drags his lips down the line of your throat until you’re tilting your head back to give him more. But then his mouth opens, and he starts sucking, tongue and teeth coming into play as he bruises the skin above your collarbone.
You inhale a soft gasp or moan, you have no idea, and you subconsciously arch your back off the shelf, your hips nudging against his abdomen.
He groans against your skin, and shifts his grip, suddenly losing all the strength he has used to hold himself back. His tattooed arm slides under your thigh, lifting one leg up and hooking it over his forearm. The stretch of it opens you up for him completely, your core exposed, flushed and needy. He reaches between your bodies with his other hand, wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, and lines himself up.
“Ah—Kook.” Your stomach flips, and your nails drag against his shoulders.
The head of him is nestled right at your entrance, obscenely thick, already slick from both the teasing from earlier and the precum that leaks from him. Just the feel of him has your walls fluttering for him, begging shamelessly. “Split me open.”
He groans against your neck, a guttural sound that comes from hearing you plead so submissively, wanting him to tear you apart with the width and length of his cock. Lifting his mouth from you skin, he looks down at where his cock presses into you, circling your swollen entrance with a sick grin on his face. The deep red of him disappears so beautifully inside you, causing your head to loll back in pleasure-pain. As his tip retracts from you again, your walls clench around nothing, and you breathe out his name, making Jungkook look up at you, lock his eyes with yours.
“Hold onto me,” is all he says, before slowly pushing into you — agonizingly slow.
Your breath stills in your lungs the moment the thick crown of his cock starts to breach you, stretching your entrance around him. The pressure is immediate, he’s so big that your muscles clench without permission, trying to accommodate him. But you arch your back further off the shelf, shoving yourself further onto his cock as he’s still not even halfway through yet.
“Fuuck,” he grits with his jaw clenched, eyebrows knotted, eyes locked on where your bodies melt togheter. “You’re so tight—jesus.” He only sinks in an inch more, and still, your breath hitches like it’s being pulled from the base of your spine. You might’ve asked for him to split you open, but now that he actually might, your vision blurs and your mouth falls open.
His hand slips from your thigh to your hip, and he uses the hold to pull you down, just a little, just enough to sink another inch into you — then he holds you there. He pants like a madman, almost going cross-eyed from the unbelievable tightness of your heat, the way you already clench and pulsate around his cock, so un-accustomed to the width of him.
“Shit—okay, ready?” he asks, eyes flicking up to meet yours. They’ve gone completely dark now, swallowed by his black pupils, and there’s a strange, pleading look to him. You’ve never seen this in him, the way his eyebrows crease high on his forehead, the way he nods at you for permission. It sends a wave of pleasure through you, and your walls start fluttering uncontrollably around him, causing his head to tip back, his lips to part as soft gasps leave him.
You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding back at him. “R-ready when you are.”
The second your breathy confirmation slips past your lips, he exhales something between a moan and a curse and begins pushing in again, torturous inch by inch. The drag of his cock through your walls has your mouth falling open, head thumping softly against the shelf behind you. Because you finally feel every part of him, every thick ridge, every beautiful vein as he opens you in a way that’s probably going to ruin you forever.
Your eyes squeeze shut when he sinks deeper, but Jungkook’s threaded voice pulls them open again. “Eyes on me,” he pants, cupping your jaw his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he holds your face. “Wanna see your pretty face when I’m bottomed out.”
Who the hell would say no to that? Probably someone who haven’t laid their eyes on Jungkook and his eyes which are so big you could easily get lost in them, even though you’ve spent years mapping them out.
So you watch him closely, watch the strain in his expression as he slowly feeds you more of his cock, his brows tights and his lips parted. You feel the tremble in his thigh, the flex of his arm beneath your leg, how even he is fighting to stay in control. He’s all flushed muscle and restraint, every inch of his body working to not wreck you… yet. He’ll get to it, don’t you worry.
But as of now, he keeps sinking deeper into you — and it feels fucking endless, the stretch so incredibly slow and agonizing that you might decent into madness soon. By the time he’s nearly fully inside you, your legs start shaking, your nails carving half-moons into his inked shoulder. “K-kook—” you pant, the snug fit of him starting to ache inside you. “You have to move.”
It surprises you when he moans loudly, shuddering against you while holding eye contact — something so extremely attractive that you almost come undone right then and there. He pants wildly, groaning as he tries entering you fully. “Almost there,” he whines, eyes glued to yours.
And then finally, finally, his hips press flush to yours. He bottoms completely out, something that has the two of you moaning out loudly in the small backroom.
His head falls to your shoulder, and you feel his sweat drip down from his forehead and onto your collarbone. You moan out yet again at the fullness, the way he presses impossibly deep, stealing all the air from your lungs. He stays still, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust, letting your walls pulse and quiver around him as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.
“Fucking fuck,” he mutters against your skin. His next words have him sounding like he’s in disbelief. “I’m actually gonna split you in half.”
You nod as your head lolls back, feeling stretched to the edge of your limits, but somehow you’re burning for him, needing more from him. Because he doesn’t move yet, he savors the way your body molds around him, his nose nudging your neck as his lips brushes over your skin with shaky exhales. And he prepares himself to pull out.
When he does, it’s only an inch, but he thrusts right back in with a quiet growl, grinding his hips into yours — his abdomen rubbing beautifully against your clit. You whimper, back arching as the motion drags along your inner walls. And just like this, the head of him nudges at the sweet spot buried deep inside you, causing your moans to die in your throat and your core to clench around his cock.
“Found it on the first fucking try,” he chuckles, biting down on the soft skin of your shoulder when your spasming tries milking him for every drop he’s got. “Shit, just like that.”
You’re barely able to find your voice as he’s pressed heavily against your g-spot. “K-kook—more please—”
He needs no more encouragement, because as the words leave you, Jungkook starts setting a rhythm. It starts out slow, letting you feel all his girth with every stroke. His cock drags out of you almost completely before sliding back in, every inch punching a moan out of both your lungs. You’re equally lost in pleasure, him panting against your neck, you melting with the shelf.
His arm trembles beneath your thigh, and as he breathes out a quick breath, he decides to pick up the pace.
“Yes, r-right there—oh my god,” you ramble mindlessly as his thrusts grow sharper. You can hear the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking into you, your slick coating him, dripping down both your thighs. The shelf behind you shakes with every thrust, VHS tapes toppling onto the floor, forgotten as the two of you moan uncontrollably with pleasure.
You’re a fucking mess — crying out over his shoulder, your body bouncing with every stroke, and he’s right there with you, his voice raw in your ear. “It’s good we didn’t do this earlier,” he grunts, his nose scrunching with every rapid thrust. “I’d be doing this all day—and you’d be fucking limp by now.”
The hand on your hip snakes between your bodies, and somehow he finds your clit even without looking. Two of his fingers press against you, working tight circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, slick from your arousal, his mouth brushing the edge of your jaw as his cock drives rapidly inside you. It’s almost animalistic, the way he’s handling you, the sounds he produces, the sounds of his hips slamming into you and the wetness that coats his dick. You’re being taken apart in degrees.
You can fucking feel him in your ribs, if that’s even possible, the weight of him in your belly — and all of it is spiraling higher and higher with every pass of his fingers over your clit. It doesn’t help that you feel your tits pressing so tightly against his plump and delicious chest, that you feel him kissing your throat, open-mouthed and desperate, licking and sucking on your skin. You’re being stimulated at every end, and it feels like you’re about to light on fire.
“Yes—yes—yes—god yes—” The words coming out of you just fall off your tongue as your mind is clouded, thinking about nothing but the feel of his cock against your g-spot and his fingers rubbing your clit. You’ve been teased for so long that you’ve entered a strange, delirious state, not even caring about how desperate and needy you sound. “Fuck me just like that, Jungkook—ah—oh god—”
You cry out, choking on your words as his cock slams into you, the unbearable length of him punching into the spot that makes your vision go white.
“Shit—you’re gonna cum,” Jungkook grits out against your collarbone, almost as if it’s a revelation. His hand on your clit moves in sloppy motions, because he’s simply just trying to push you over the edge, pinching the swollen bundle of nerves between two fingers, rubbing lazily over it. “Holy f-fuuck, yeah—fucking soak me.”
It’s like you’ve entered the gates of heaven, or something in the likes of it — because you never knew such pleasure could ever exist. His cock hits your sweet spot so perfectly with every erratic thrust, his fingers working you open like your release is the only thing Jungkook wants right now… which it kind of is.
So who are you to hold back?
The coiling pleasure in your stomach is almost overbearing now, and you can’t seem to produce any words, just sound, just breathy moans that Jungkook immediately swallow with a deep kiss. When he rolls his tongue into your mouth, you almost choke, unprepared for the sensation. You taste the sweat that’s dripping from his upper lip, and somehow it’s enough to send you over the edge.
“Oh my god—I’m cumming—oh my god, Jungkook—don’t stop—”
You clench and pulsate viciously around his cock, gasping for air as the euphoria of your orgasm takes ahold of you and causes your vision to wipe out. Your hands move to his hair, tugging on the dark and sweaty strands as he continues to fuck himself into you again and again and again. It’s absolutely unbearable, right as your orgasm hits you, you somehow lose your consciousness. Your thighs start trembling uncontrollably, the shake so extreme that the leg which is not help up in his arms actually gives out, completely overpowered by his size and speed.
“Oh fuck—” Jungkook immediately hooks your limp leg over his arm, holding onto your ass, trying to keep you upright. He repositions, lifting you with a tiny hop, his arms wrapping around you, one right around your waist, the other in between your shoulder blades, pressing your dead body flush against him. His cock is still buried deep inside you, and his thrusts slow down, reaching deeper and deeper inside you as your body lies weightless in his arms. Your head has fallen to his shoulders, your fingers are tangled and unmoving in his hair, and all you’re able to do is breathe against him. “Are you—are you good?” Jungkook asks, pressing a reassuring kiss to your shoulder.
“Y-yes—I just—” your voice comes out shaky, but you try clearing your head. And that is for the sole purpose of holding out, keeping him inside you with a deep need to feel him cum — to feel the thick ropes coating your walls and clinging to you, seeping out of you once he pulls out. “—I need your cum.”
Jungkook chuckles, biting down on your skin. He starts caressing the skin between your shoulder blades with the pad of his middle finger, just as lazy strokes as the ones of his cock. Although lazy, you still feel the burn of him, wincing every time he goes too deep, or even deep at all.
“You’ll get my cum, alright,” he purrs, nudging your head to face his, stealing a kiss from your swollen lips. “Can you stand?”
You only shake your head.
“Alright, then—” He smiles against the next kiss, not even closing his eyes. “Get on your knees. Wanna cum in that pretty mouth.”
Oh my god — roundabout. You might be a bit sad that he won’t paint your walls with his cum, but the thought of tasting him on your tongue almost gives your body new life. It takes a second for your muscles to respond, but he’s already helping you get down, his hands guiding your legs and knees on the floor. The loss of his cock is a sharp ache, well, a deep sting actually, but it’s replaced by something else entirely when you’re all the way down on the floor, looking up at his tall, bare and sweat-covered frame.
His cock stands proud before you, glistening with your slick, twitching in the open air. He fists himself once, twice, brushing his thumb over the tip, spreading both your and his arousal over his length. You can tell he’s close, incredibly so, as he’s swollen, leaking constantly — something that has your mouth watering.
“Open up,” he demands with a gentle voice, moving closer to you.
You do just as he says, mouth parting obediently, tongue falling out slightly to meet him. He brushes the tip along your tongue first, letting your taste the mix of both of you. And as you want him to break, as you’re so desperate for his cum, you stick your tongue out furthermore, circling the head of him, flicking over the slit gently, teasing before your lips wrap around him.
“Ohhfuuck, just like that,” he moans hoarsely, and his hands go to your head, cradling it while his eyebrows knot high on his forehead. He tastes of you, of himself — it’s strange and addictive. But he hasn’t exactly shrunken in the past minute, so just getting him down your throat is a task so hard tears immediately brim your eyes. A sight which apparently has Jungkook losing his mind.
“Fuck—are you crying on my dick?” he asks in disbelief, moaning uncontrollably when you hollow your cheeks to take him in deeper. You slide your lips down his shaft, hands wrapping around what won’t fit — because he is quite frankly that big. Jungkook’s whole body shudders. “You look so fucking beautiful.”
You try hiding the fact that you flush immediately at his words, and let one of your hands tug on his balls, playing gently with them as you suck him as deep as his cock can go. It’s a straining task, and you unfortunately gag when you take him in too deep, moaning around him — the vibrations traveling straight through Jungkook’s spine.
He looks down at you with wild eyes, sweat clinging to his temples, and as you cradle one of his balls, you feel it tense. He’s stupidly close.
His hips jerk forward without warning, letting you know just how close to the edge he really is. The sound he makes is so beautiful, so sinful, that you kind of wish you were recording this — so you could pocket his moan, keep it with you wherever you go. His eyes never leave you, and he’s sweating and panting like what you’re doing to him actually makes him lose his mind.
“F-fuck, peach—your mouth—shit,” Jungkook pants, his voice torn open and uneven, one hand slipping down from your cheek as you suck him deeper. “You’ve got some fucking mouth—ah—”
Your eyes are brimming with tears now, real ones, from the sheer stretch and effort of taking him. Your jaw aches, throat tight around the thick girth of him, your lips puffy and soaked. But you don’t stop — not even when it hurts your throat so bad that the unshed tears finally fall down your cheeks. Because you need to feel him cum.
And judging by the frantic way his hips twitch against your mouth, the way his hand tightens in your hair — you believe he might be close to losing it. And you’re right by that.
“Shit—shit—I’m gonna cum—fuck, baby, I’m—”
Both your hands move to the back of his thighs, digging your nails gently into his flesh, shoving your head all the way down his cock, not caring that your throat hurts so bad you could scream. Because when you look up at him, when you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, see the way sweat runs down his temple, down his plump chest, there’s no stopping you.
His entire body shudders. “I’m cumming—baby, I’m cumming—holy fuck—”
With a deep, desperate moan, he spills into your mouth, thick and hot ropes of cum that hit the back of your throat before you can blink. You moan around him, swallowing as fast as you can, not wasting a single drop.
Jungkook doesn’t stop twitching. He pulses again and again, his free hand trembling on your jaw as he now watches you gulp down on his cum, watches as both his release and your spit seeps from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. He watches in complete awe. Would you look at that? You’ve got the Jeon Jungkook, your fucking childhood crush, your fucking real time crush, wrapped around your finger. Or wrapped around your tongue, would maybe be better wording here.
“Fucking look at you,” he moans, voice unhinged. “How are you real?”
You keep going, soft sucks to his oversensitive tip, tongue tracing along the underside of his shaft where a veins throbs beneath the skin. You want him clean, completely. So you don’t stop until there’s nothing left, until his cock is wet with only your spit, your tongue dragging slowly along every vein.
He shudders, twitches again, and suddenly retracts from you, leaving your throat sore and hurting. “Stop—stop,” he pants franticly, suddenly getting down on his knees before you, almost meeting your height. Without further notice, he wraps both hands around your waist, pulling you flush to him, closing the distance with a sloppy kiss. “Fuck—you’ll be the death of me.”
You’ve never had a guy do this — kiss the mouth that just swallowed ropes own his own cum. His tongue rolls into your mouth, not even caring about the bitter aftertaste of his release, moaning against you as you press your tits against his sweaty chest.
So there you are, on the floor of the backroom, VHS tapes scattered across the floor alongside all your clothes, making out heavily as if you haven’t just ruined each other completely.
“Think you can walk outta here?” Jungkook laughs against your lips, not even letting you answer before his tongue breaches your mouth again.
You gasp for air, running your fingernails down his chest, leaving white marks all over him that will certainly turn red in a moment. “Probably not.”
“Too bad then,” he breathes, kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, eating you up. “I’ll have to carry you everywhere now. What a drag,” he teases, not leaving as much as an inch of your skin untouched by his lips.
“Oh no,” you mock, trembling in his arms as his kisses find the sensitive spot of your neck.
“Can I ask you something weird?” he breathes against your collarbone, licking and sucking on your skin as he waits for your answer. You only nod above him, eyes shutting close as he lavishes you in wet kisses. His next words come out low, almost unnoticeable, but your eyes widen the moment you hear them.
“Do you think it’s possible to fall in love with someone over a blowjob?”
your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love.
pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader
genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, soft dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, hurt and comfort, this chapter is full of fluff, romantic moments, morning cuddles and fondling, mentions of wet dream, jealous!jungkook, the couple being so clingy and lovey for each other, also bam having the best time with his parents, she helps him shave, deep communication, nostalgia, past trauma and abuse, yearning and longing, love confessions, SO MUCH comfort, he teaches her how to drive (or tries to...), tension filled moments, sexual frustration, mentions of scars and accident, midnight car date, domestic fluff, semipublic sex, car sex, mentions of virginity, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, mutual masturbation, dry humping, jungkook cums on his boxers, hickies, lots of makeout like nasty kissing, hair pulling and scratching, sexual fantasies, sexting, oral sex (f. receiving), lots of nipple play and breast play, clit play, teasing and edging, cum denial, car sex, cum swallowing, fingering, stretching, clothed sex, shower sex, intimate touching, body worship, spit play, emotional sex, orgasm denial, jungkook gets blue balls cause of her, lots of grinding, she grinds her pussy on the egde of the table, clit stimulation, dirty talk and degradation, squirting, he talks her into an orgasm, ends in a cliffhanger cos the best part is yet to come...
wc — 26k
a/n — a huge shoutout to my babes @jeonette , @cupidsbling and @perfectlyoongi for giving bbv sm love and support and to all of y'all, thank you lots lots (y'all are so special to me and will always have a special place in my heart) hope you enjoy this chapter to the fullest and let me know your thoughts because your feedback always means a lot to me, chap 13.5 will be posted very soon so stay tuned, mwahhs !!! <33
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“mhmm…”
you lay sprawled on your stomach on the bed as the early morning light hits you though you still remained deep in sleep. completely relaxed. your body completely bare and the sheets draped low over your hips, it only concealed your bottom leaving everything else naked.
your back rose and fell with each of your breaths. one of your thighs had entirely escaped the blanket and remained bent lazily, your hair a chaotic mess on the pillow. you were mostly a comfy mess because of the way you'd burrowed into jungkook's chest the night before, also a bit sweaty from his body heat.
you looked endearing in jungkook's eyes. he just knew he wanted to wake up to this every morning of his life.
you let out little noises in your dreams—tiny breathy sighs and mewls that seemed to rise and lower based on what you saw behind your eyelids. the noises were almost sensual as if even in your subconsciousness you replayed the intimacy you'd shared with jungkook. the way his hands and mouth had worshipped you these past days
it had been several days now since that night of his nightmare when he'd woken up in panic searching for you which led to the mutual desperation as you both pleased each other that left you both relieved and so wrapped in each other with the promise that you wouldn’t leave him.
since then the days had fallen into a routine of recovery and closeness as you barely left his side and tended to him. as you timely gave him his meds, changed his bandages and more, it was your presence alone that had helped him truly heal.
jungkook had stirred awake earlier than you, which was his usual habit but he didn’t leave the bed right away, wanting to stay in the cocoon with you. he lay propped on one elbow, now wearing only black boxers that did little to hide the evidence of his constant desire around you. his dark eyes fixed on your sleeping form, drinking in everything as if memorizing them in his head. the look in your face that almost made you look younger, utterly at peace in a way he'd rarely seen.
he'd give anything to keep this peace for you forever. his arm draped possessively over your waist, his palm over your stomach tracing the skin there as if to remind himself that you were real. he found himself doing that much more often now after both of your separations.
his thoughts were all over with emotions and such immense love that his chest ached with a protectiveness that made him want to shield you from the world forever and how pretty you were like this, he thought.
he smiled softly as he saw you drool slightly and it only made him love you more. he could stare at you all day. the curves of your body in all the right places drove him mad with want and you were absolute perfection.
he was so damn lucky, luckier than a man like him had any right to be to have you choosing him every day despite all his flaws. to wake up to this, to you wearing his promise ring, the diamond glinting in the light where your hand rested near the pillow.
and your fingers curled slightly as if even in your sleep you reached for him. those kitten like noises you made pulled at him the deepest making him hold you tighter as his chest pressed against your back. the way you were so vulnerable and trusted him completely in your unconscious state as you shifted even closer to him.
he lets out a breath and couldn’t help but think of all the ways you’d saved him, piecing him together.
“hn…”
you made another dreamy sound and shifted again turning fully onto your stomach before curling back toward him as your breasts pressed flush against his chest in the process. he pulled you impossibly closer, spooning your tiny body against his and your legs instinctively spread a little for him causing one of his muscular legs to slide between your thighs until your warm pussy rested directly against it. the contact made him groan lowly as he gripped you harder against him, touching you all over before leaving open mouthed kisses against your shoulder.
his tongue came out to taste the sweat against your skin before tracing the red hickies he'd left there before. his hand roamed, stroking your tummy up and down before his fingers dripped into the curve of your waist tracing the shape of it, a smile on his lips as he realized the healthy weight you’ve gained since you became his wife. you were no longer sick and starving which he made sure of and as he suddenly circled your belly button almost teasingly, you almost whined his name in sleep or he didn’t know if he was imagining it.
your body sank further into him with those sweet noises that were like music to his ears and it was almost lulling him to sleep once again.
he spent long minutes just touching you like this and listening to you, his nose buried against your neck inhaling the scent that was so yours, vanilla and something feminine and that scent was now mixed with his own. he could never get tired of that specific scent.
he couldn’t resist and licked a stripe up the column of your throat and it made you arch into him, gripping his shoulder slightly as your legs clenched more around his thigh, your cunt growing more slick as he pressed his thigh into you more. perhaps your dreams turned more sensual who knows?
his hands slide up caressing the underside of your breasts feeling their weight before he pays attention to your nipples, which were soft at first but hardened into hard peaks as he tweaked them. he watched in rapt fascination at the way your nubs hardened so quickly for him as his thumb rolled them until they remained painfully erect.
he sure was taking full advantage of the closeness of the moment and the way you were pressing your breasts even closer in his hands.
“ah…”
he was painfully hard now, his cock straining against his boxers from holding back as he cupped your ass admiring your face, the furrow of your brows and your body squirming as you dreamed. he places a kiss against your cheek, resting his nose there as he thinks of how many days it's been since he'd been home after the accident.
he considered heading to the office later today for the first time in a while but for now he pushed the thought aside and focused on you. his hand traced shapes on your back, breathing against you as his hard bulge pressed against your stomach. he always usually had a morningwood but you were making it worse and he didn’t wanna disturb your sleep so he soaked in you like that, closing his eyes and just reliving your presence.
that’s when his phone suddenly buzzed silently on the nightstand. he kept it muted these days because he didn’t want work to interrupt his time with you and he didn’t pick up anyone’s calls unless it was important. he looked at the caller id and it was from work of course. he wanted to remain longer in the comfort bubble you'd created together but his phone rings once again.
he lets out a grunt of annoyance before carefully untangling himself from you though not without pressing one last kiss to the back of your thigh.
you whimpered at the sudden loss of his body in your sleep, your hand immediately sliding across the sheets to the empty space he'd occupied. your fingers curled there longingly and he sat on the edge of the bed grabbing the phone, his grumpiness returning.
“what is it?” he mutters irritably.
talking quietly so he wouldn’t disturb you. his eyes remained glued to your form as one of his men from the office went on about how jungkook should be there and the money loss they faced in the past few weeks but jungkook didn’t give a single damn about it because to him that money was nothing and he was already rich enough to buy three more companies like the one he owned currently, but none of it mattered when it came to you.
he listened absentmindedly when you kicked the blanket lower exposing your bottom as well. now fully in your bare beauty, your legs spread a bit more to reveal everything.
“fuck…”
jungkook's mouth goes dry at the sight as your pussy is fully visible now, folds slightly swollen from the oral attentions of the past few nights as your clit throbs when the cool air brushes against it while you sleep so soundly, completely unaware of how exposed you are right now, it is as if your body itself knew who to trust.
your pussy folds parted enough to reveal the tight hole that was gaping emptily almost like it was testing him to see how long he could wait before he filled it with something completely big. it looked tight enough despite his fingers never leaving it and as a droplet of your arousal came out, he squeezed his phone so hard it almost cracked.
it was taking everything in him to not come down and steal that droplet with his tongue and taste you, to hear more of your noises as your thighs muffled his ears.
you were still a virgin so pure still… even after several nights together because he honored his promise of taking it only when you were ready and it was torture for him. like he was dying.. a slow death. he wanted you more than air itself but he was set on waiting for you until you truly wanted and needed it.
he lets out a harsh breath as the guy on the other end calls jungkook's name when not receiving any response.
“i’ll be there soon and also keep everything and everyone prepared for me if you don’t wanna get yourself fired.” he growls.
jungkook was taking his anger out on the poor guy as he stutters in actual fear but jungkook already ended the call because work could wait a little longer.
he then grabs a cigarette lighting it before he takes a deep drag and exhales toward the window, something he needs very much right now while his gaze continues devouring you. your body looked so utterly used and cherished, yet untouched. he lies beside you in bed once again and watches you sleep like that as minutes or probably an hour pass as he smokes and answers a few more work calls.
you slowly emerged from your sleep as your eyelids fluttered open bit by bit and the first sensation that you registered was the solid body of jungkook beside you. his strong arm draped over your waist, his low murmurs as he talked on the phone though you realized with a start that he was awake already, looking at you that made your heart skip. he was propped up slightly on one elbow while clutching the phone on the other.
“yeah handle it yourselves. i don't care how.”
as your sleepy eyes fully met his, a small knowing smile tugged at his lips and he ended the call abruptly, tossing the phone on the nightstand and turning his full attention back to you. it was immediate like the world outside had ceased to exist the second you stirred.
you flushed instantly when you realized about your nudity despite everything you’d shared in the past days, everything that has taken away the barriers between you. still you couldn’t help but instinctively clutch the sheet higher pulling it up to cover your breasts. your skin still tingled from where his body had been pressed against yours all night as your thighs clenched unknowingly.
“hi..” you whisper shyly.
not knowing what to say instead of that simple word, jungkook's eyes softened further at the sound as he took you in with adoration, the sleepy haze in your eyes still making you look even more endearing. so his. he shifted closer without hesitation as his free hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before he cupped your cheek.
“hi beautiful.” he murmurs back warmly.
your cheeks pinked further as he came even closer and rested his forehead against yours as his thumb stroked your cheekbone as he nuzzled against your nose like he can never get enough of you. you bit your lower lip nervously, still holding the sheet tightly as you searched for words to break the intimate silence.
“did… did you sleep okay?”
you asked with genuine concern because even though days had passed since the accident, you couldn't help but worry about him because he still got frequent nightmares and sweated a lot through the night but you didn’t leave his side at all, at night he kept water bottles on the nightstand for you so you wouldn't have to go downstairs for water and whenever you had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, you always let him know. there were times when he sweated through the sheets and you’ve changed it for him even though he was embarrassed about it and wanted to clean it himself but you insisted because caring for him felt like second nature to you now.
your free hand brushed lightly over his arm and he chuckled softly, grabbing that hand and pressing a kiss against the back of it before pulling you even closer until your bodies were flush again, his leg sliding between yours once again because he loved doing it.
“better than okay.” he replies.
“i slept like a damn rock because you were here.”
his eyes locked on yours to show his honesty.
“best sleep i’ve had in forever. you chase the bad shit away, you know that?”
he paused his hand sliding down to rest on your waist.
“what about you baby? how did my girl sleep? you were out cold making those cute noises, shifting closer to me every time i moved hmm?”
your cheeks burned even more as you huffed, thinking of how you'd fallen asleep all naked against him the night before as you ducked your head slightly but didn’t wanna lie.
“i slept really well…” you breathe.
you lifted your gaze again, worry creasing your brow as you rested your hand on his chest.
“but how are you feeling really? does your head hurt at all this morning…?”
he shook his head as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
“i'm good i promise… head's fine, no pain like at all.”
his voice dropped lower.
“mm you took such good care of me these past days. don't know what i would've done without you hovering and feeding me.” he says lovingly.
“i feel stronger already, ready to face the day… mostly.”
you smiled at that, wanting to avert your gaze but his intense staring hadn't let up, his eyes taking in your features with an obsession that made you squirm slightly under the sheets and it was like he was falling in love with you even more every day as if that was even possible because you were already the center of his world. you looked so captivating in the morning and how small you looked in his arms.. you were beautiful not just physically but in every way that mattered.
your eyes widen as it falls on his chest, on your drool mark from where you slept against him completely unaware and you immediately cover your face in embarrassment.
“i’m sorry! let me wipe it off—”
but before your hand could reach his chest, he caught it placing it right beside the stain so you weren’t able to touch it.
“don’t you dare wipe yourself off from me.”
he answered huskily as he closed the distance, face inches from yours and he said it as if he was proud of it and embraced it instead of finding it nasty.
“can’t help it. you're so fucking pretty in the morning with those pink cheeks and messy hair, it makes me wanna keep you here forever.”
you whimpered at his words, your heart racing as his expression got serious suddenly almost amusing.
“but… aren’t you forgetting something? won't you give me my healing kiss? been waiting patiently.”
the words sparked an immediate giggle from you as you remembered how you'd made it a habit to kiss his scars each day until he got used to it and would even remind you to do it whenever you forgot. he titled it as a “healing kiss”. you laughed about how cheesy it sounded but he didn’t deter from it and neither did you because it meant a lot to him.
you pushed yourself up slowly the sheet slipping down to your shoulders as you leaned over him, his eyes furrowing in concentration as he held you. your fingers gently part his dark hair to reveal the healed scar on his forehead which was no longer bandaged after you'd removed it a few days ago because his scar has fully closed from your relentless care. that scar held so much meaning for him, he said it didn’t bother him at all because it had been the pain from it that brought you rushing back to his side.
he believed it was a symbol of his love and how you'd chosen him.
you pressed your lips to it lingering far longer than necessary as you felt him exhale shakily beneath you, his arms wrapping around you tighter as if it grounded him. when you pulled back, his eyes were filled with emotion.
“godd thank you.”
he whispered roughly then tilted his head, stealing a peck from your lips.
“those noises you were making… what were you dreaming about hm? sounded like you were having a good time there.” he questions.
your lips part at his words as the memories of the dream flood back which were filled with everything about jungkook and the closeness and arousal from sleeping bare with him had turned the dream intimate as if his touches on you in reality were happening in the dreams too, he had that power over you to even enter your dreams.
but right now you were in a mood to be playful.
“oh... well it was about another man.”
you bite your lip to hide your grin knowing exactly how he'd react and he did because his eyes narrowed in a mock glare as his grip on you tightened possessively.
“what the fuck did you just say?” he demanded.
it was filled with amusement as he saw the way you were trying to hide your smile as his body shifted suddenly to flip you onto your back making you gasp. he hovers above you, pinning your wrists beside your head as the sheet falls away completely to reveal your naked body.
“another man? dreaming about someone else while you're naked in my bed huh?”
you give him an innocent look even though you struggled to fight your composure.
“uhm yeah… he was kissing me while his hand drifted lower and it felt so good—”
you couldn’t finish your words as his hand came down to spank your inner thigh, not hard enough to hurt but it sent a jolt straight to your core.
“oh.” you squeak.
“are you trying to kill me baby? or just get published?”
you burst into giggles, unable to hold it back anymore and you kind of felt bad because he looked hurt as well.
“i’m kidding! jungkook i was kidding—oh my god, your face—”
“brat.”
he mutters but his lips were already crashing onto yours, cutting off your laughter with a deep kiss that quickly turned into something urgent. he bites your lower lip enough to part them as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, tasting you with long strokes before sucking on your tongue making you moan into his mouth.
your hands fly to his hair tangling in it and he manhandles you once again, gripping your hips to reposition you until you are straddling his lap as you can barely keep up with the kiss at how he moves you like you were his to arrange while he was eating away at your mouth.
the kiss deepened further as he explored every corner of your mouth with his tongue as if he were trying to claim you with the kiss alone and you felt all his fierce jealousy in that alone. one hand cradled the back of your head to angle you perfectly while the other roamed greedily. over the curve of your ass and up to cup your breasts and going up and down like that, groping you to his liking until you arched into him with his name muffled on your lips because of how hungry he was.
you struggled to keep up feeling dizzy from the insane makeout session. it felt like he was kissing you with the desperation of someone who knew he had to leave soon, something you weren't aware of yet. you gasped again as his stubble scratched lightly on your chin and he groaned deeply in response as his hardness pressed insistently against your wet cunt as you rocked instinctively against his clothed cock which sent pleasure shooting through both of you.
eventually he pulled back just enough to breathe with a suckle on your bottom lip and a string of saliva connecting the both of you before breaking as both of you panted heavily with swollen lips.
“never joke about that shit again.” he rasped.
“you're mine, only ever mine. got it?”
you nodded breathlessly legs wrapping tighter around his waist as you felt him poke right at your entrance, his length twitching inside his boxers as he fought to grab your ass and grind you hard against him so he squeezed your hips instead. he inhales, his arms crushing you to his chest as your breasts squish against him, he buries his face in your neck.
“fuckk princess... i don’t wanna go anywhere today, just wanna stay like this.”
his lips pressed small kisses against your skin as you looked up at him in confusion and he knew he had to say it.
“i… i have to head to the office.”
he admitted reluctantly after a long moment.
“been avoiding it too long and things are piling up.”
worry surged through you immediately, your hands drawing up to his face to pull him back as you searched his eyes.
“but you’re still healing. it’s too soon.. what if something happens?”
you couldn’t help but overthink and you knew his wounds had healed fully but you still got anxiety thinking about him getting in the car and that he might get in an accident again. he's been constantly protected in the house but you didn’t know what would happen once he goes out all alone.
“hey... i’m fine angel.” he soothed.
he rubs your back to comfort you.
“the driver is taking me so there will be no risks. i’ll be careful, i swear.”
he says as if reading your mind as he nuzzles your nose.
“i don’t wanna leave you either but i’ll be back before you even know it.”
you nodded slowly still unsure as your eyes glistened and he pulled you down for another kiss, exploring your mouth urgently because he wanted to memorize everything before he had to leave. you were both breathing heavily, your legs still locked around his waist as you both cuddled each other.
his stubble had grown over the past few days since you left him because he hadn’t shaved at all while he was grieving and those had scraped a lot against your soft skin during the kisses. leaving faint beard burns on your cheeks and neck and other places in your body where his mouth has been. he had always kept himself clean shaven before but while he was focusing on you and his recovery, he had pushed it aside but god, those stubbles… they had become an issue now because every time his face buried itself between your legs to lap at your pussy, it scratched your skin and it stung in the best way, it always made you moan. you could also feel how it affected him too and he'd rub his face harder against your skin because he loved marking you and hearing your noises.
jungkook pulled back to look at you now with loving eyes as his chest rose and fell under your hand as he caressed your back but you could sense the fact that he didn’t wanna leave the bed either. he signed, his free hand coming up to scrub at his jaw as it drew your attention there and he frowned slightly feeling how rough it had gotten. he was almost pouting that made him look both grumpy and boyish as you looked at him warmly.
“shit look at this. i've let myself go… these damn stubbles, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to scratch up that pretty skin of yours.”
his eyes flicked to the red marks on your cleavage that you'd gotten again recently from where his face had brushed against you and guilt filled his expression but was also mixed with desire.
“but goddamn the noises you make when they rub against you… those little whimpers when i taste that pussy or kiss your thighs… it drives me insane angel, makes me so fucking hard every time.” he growls.
you blushed at his words remembering exactly how those beard burns felt and the thought of it makes your clit throb, it was embarrassing how responsive you were to it because you loved the slight pain mixed with pleasure.
“koo…”
you whispered as you shifted in his arms, shyly nibbling at your lower lip.
“i... i don’t mind them.” you admitted.
you looked down at his jaw tracing the line of it, feeling the roughness against it compared to his usual smoothness.
“it feels… different.”
his eyes blazed at that but then he shook his head, determination winning over the lust for a moment.
“no baby. i wanna shave, i don’t want to keep marking you up like that unless it’s with my mouth on purpose.”
he lifted your chin up for your eyes to meet his.
“come on… help me? please?”
the way he asked in his deep voice, his eyes locking onto yours with that vulnerability he only ever showed you so you nodded which made him grin so big that your heart skipped a beat.
then with a sudden surge of strength, he pulled you to him making you sit up but before settling you down enough for you to reach for his discarded t-shirt on the floor, the one he had worn yesterday and your other clothing items thrown far when he'd taken them off you. you slipped it over your head as it draped loosely on you because of how oversized it was as you smoothed it down and there was something intimate about wearing his clothing with you completely bare underneath, it was like him hugging you while you're naked.
you caught jungkook watching you as his eyes roamed over you slowly taking in the sight of you, your hard nipples still prominent in the thin material. god he loved this. he loved you naked of course but there was something about you in his clothes, wearing them so naturally like you belonged wrapped in him always. it made him overwhelmed, the kind that had been building since the moment he first saw you.
“fuck angel..” he says in awe.
he reached out to tug at the hem of the shirt.
“you look so good in my stuff… i could watch you all day.”
he pulled you close nuzzling against your cheek as he brushed your lower lip. without another word he stood, scooping you up in bridal style with only one arm as if you weighed nothing and you squeaked in surprise wrapping your arms around his neck.
“jungkook wait! i can walk.” you protested.
but there was no real fight in it because you loved it when he carried you like this even though you'll never admit that and he rumbled out a chuckle as he pressed a quick kiss against your forehead.
“i know you can baby but i like carrying you, i'd carry you all the time if you let me.”
he states it as if it's a matter of fact and your lips jut out in a pout as he walks into the bathroom and carefully sets you down on the counter and you almost whimper at the sudden cold against your bare thighs or you don't know if you're just extra sensitive from your arousal and your still wet cunt.
jungkook's eyes immediately dropped to the space between your legs as he stepped closer, his hands gripping your knees spreading them apart firmly so he could slot himself between your thighs, he pressed forward fully until the hard length of his brushed so close against your inner thigh as he settled in.
“stay just like that.” he grumbles.
his hands slid up your thighs tracing a path that did nothing to ease the building tension.
“i—i don't know how to do this.”
you shudder a bit nervously because it is only obvious that you haven't and he smiles, his eyes growing fond.
“it's alright sweet thing. just start with the shaving cream at first and grab the razor. i'm here yeah? i'm happy with you doing whatever you think is right.”
“okay…”
you nodded shakily trying to focus as you reached for the shaving cream and razor from the drawer he nudged open with his elbow as you looked at him with parted lips and he tilted his head back slightly exposing his throat and jawline. his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed watching you with half lidded eyes as you lathered the cream carefully over his cheeks. he didn't remain still though, squeezing you slightly as you brought the razor to his skin.
“be still koo. i don't wanna cut you mistakenly.”
“i wouldn't mind if you did. you know i'd always bleed for you.” he teases.
but your expression remained solemn because you found no humor in it and you would never hurt him willingly and him knowing your fragile heart, he knew that you'd blame yourself for it especially after everything so he stole a peck from your lips and decided to stay still for the sake of you.
you focused intently biting your lip in concentration and being very careful as you scraped away the foam and stubble in even lines as his breath hitched but he kept his eyes locked onto you as he couldn't help it, one hand drifted lower to cup your ass under the t-shirt kneading the flesh.
“fuckk you look so sexy doing this.” he groaned.
he feels himself releasing precum and soaking his boxers as the tent in his boxers grows even larger and you could feel him pressing insistently against you every time he shifted closer. your pussy clenched in response and you were getting needier at the teasings you’ve been facing since you woke up.
“my good girl… taking care of me like this.” he breathes out.
you whimpered at his words trying to steady your hand for another stroke, gliding the razor and rinsing it before repeating. that’s when suddenly his thumbs brushed dangerously close to your core and he grabbed one of your ass cheeks to hold you open causing direct coldness to meet your gaping holes.
“koo..”
you writhed against the counter as you gripped his shoulder.
“you’re distracting me.”
your breasts brushed his chest through the shirt and he smirked cockily, leaning down to look at you and getting the foam on your neck as he placed a kiss there earning a gasp from you.
“am i? sorry baby... can’t help it when my wife’s sitting here and helping me shave.”
you tilted his head, a determined look on your face, despite how he affected you, you tried to get the work done and he chuckled as more parts of his face were cleared. you continued like that, stroke after stroke as you worked around his jaw and upper lip, your hands still trembling as both of your chests rose and fell together. his hips subtly rocking forward now and then and his t-shirt that you were wearing has ridden up to reveal your lower body.
“almost done.” you croaked.
you tilted his head for the final patches.
“hmm.”
he hummed in approval as his hands roamed higher one slipping under the t-shirt to trace your waist, the other still cupping your ass as he pulled you to the edge of the counter so your pussy hovered close to his clothed boner. you breathed hard to steady yourself as the last stubble was gone then you set the razor aside, grabbing a towel to wipe away the remaining foam from his face revealing his flawless skin that now begged to be kissed.
he was so handsome that it was hard to breathe sometimes.
“is it okay?”
you asked slowly as his eyes opened blissfully and he looked at himself in the mirror, a raw expression on his face because he never thought this would be his life. shaving and taking care of himself has always been solely done by himself but now he has a wife who makes everything better and whom he loves more than life itself so even if you made a mess on his face right now, he'd still be the happiest man ever.
“more than okay but the aftershaves next, remember?” he rasps.
he didn’t want this moment to end and he knew he was being a bit needy but he could see that you were enjoying it too, along with the tension that was there. he wants to take you right here but he's holding himself back for the right time as you grab the aftershave, pouring some into your palm before you pat it gently over his face. jungkook inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a bit before opening darker than before and fixed on you.
“smells like me again… like us.” he whispered.
it was a smell that he was so used to once but felt so foreign due to the separation between you and now it felt like coming home as you applied it, massaging it slightly. he was looking at you with hooded eyes that made your breath tremble.
he couldn’t hold back anymore, his face dipping capturing your lips in a hungry kiss as his newly smooth cheeks brushed your skin without the scrape but his hands were everywhere pulling you flush against him. he made your legs wrap around his waist as he pressed so close and hard until there was no space between you, not even air could pass. the hard ridge of his cock slotted perfectly between your folds as you both moaned as you grew heady from his scent, the aftershave mixing with his manly scent made your head spin as his tongue tangled with yours.
“shit.” he cursed.
he pulls back to look down at you.
“god look at you.” he murmurs roughly.
“shaking like this after taking care of me… all bare under my shirt just waiting to be touched. i can't fuck—”
his hand fists your hair in desperation as his brow furrows.
“i don’t wanna go to that damn office. i don’t want to leave you not even for a second.” he mutters angrily.
“then stay.”
your words almost make him feral because you voiced your need for him to stay too and he couldn’t hold back any longer. his hand pushed your hair to the side before pressing hot kisses trailing down the column of your throat, sucking hard enough to leave bruises.
“oh koo.”
you squeal slightly at his rough movements but his tongue comes out to soothe the marks he left giving you a mix of pain and pleasure. the wet pull of his tongue makes you arch into him as your hands fly up to tangle in his damp hair as a whimper escapes you.
he moves lower kissing your collarbone, nipping at the skin there until it's red then down to the swell of your breasts where the shirt has slipped aside from your squirming exposing one nipple to his eyes. his mouth latches on it so suddenly that you cry out and even through the fabric on the other side he latches on it, sucking harder and deep in circles that make the material soak with his saliva, clinging transparently to your hardened nub. the fabric added extra friction and he suckled harder, his teeth scraping suddenly.
“jungkook ahghh.”
you let out a broken noise of his name as his tongue flicks the tip of your nipple rapidly as if he's trying to suckle something out of it and your head falls back.
your face contorted in overwhelmed pleasure, mouth open in a silent gasp as he switches sides without mercy giving both the nipples the same torturous attention until the shirt was completely soaked with his saliva and you were pulling his hair harder. that’s when he believes that he had his fill and left you a writhing mess, he pulls back to admire his work with a satisfied groan watching your heaving boobs. he turns you to putty with just breast play and it blows his mind every time.
“you’re so fucking perfect.” he growls.
his hips start to rock forward grinding hard, his hand grips your shirt up your waist to reveal your pussy and his soaked length grinds against your bare pussy slowly, spreading your slick lips around him.
“these tits… i love sucking on them. you love it too don’t you? when i play these pretty nubs mhmm?” he gruffs out.
you can only nod frantically, moans tumbling out uncontrollably as he grips your thighs to spread you even wider before pressing your back hard against the wall for leverage as his body pins you there.
“o—oh god koo, wait—” you whined.
before you could finish your words, he was on you as he started dry humping you in earnest holding your legs tight around his waist.
and the movements were almost animalistic as he rolled his hips, causing his clothed cock to drag up and down your dripping folds perfectly and it was even more intense for you because you were fully bare but he could fully feel how wet and warm you were despite wearing boxers.
“ah… ah…”
you let out mindless whimpers as the head of his cock bumps your swollen clit on every upstroke, spreading your pussy lips wide and coating his boxers in a mix of your juices and his leaking precum.
his expressions twisted, his jaw clenched and his eyes grew even more dazed as he looked at your own pleasured reaction, his brows drawn together in concentration. he almost makes motions with his hips that resemble him fucking you and you bite your lip red, tears forming in your eyes as you moan openly now.
“please cook more hahh.”
you keened as your legs trembled around his waist and he bared his teeth with a groan.
“more huh? you want more?” he mocks almost.
his words turn your mind hazy but you cannot answer as your nails dig into his shoulder with breathy noises as wet squelching noises echo in the bathroom from the collision of him going at you and even your own hips meeting his in return. he kisses you messily through it all, his tongue plunging into your mouth mimicking thrusts and what he's doing below as you let out muffled noises in his mouth and he pulls back for air only to dive in again, sucking on your tongue until you're dizzy.
“feel that baby?”
he pants against your lips deeply as his hips snap harder now pinning you firmly to the wall with each movement and you didn’t know if only dry humping could be so intense. it reminded you of the party night and your first time ever letting him touch you so intimately which ended soon due to your fears but now not an ounce of fear was left in you for the man before you.
there was only desire and love.
“you’re gonna make me cum like this aren’t you? just from humping you like an animal, godd i can’t stop. tell me you want it.. to make you cum all over my boxers.” he snarls.
you can only sob in response, eyes closed as you grip the edge of the counter tightly.
“answer me y/n.” he demands.
“yes yes, please please.” you babble.
as your hips move wanting him to angle directly at your clit because his hardness feels extra good there, you couldn’t agree more to his words because you did feel like an animal who was trying to take everything without getting the real taste of him pounding your pussy.
“good girl.”
he praises and glances down between your bodies, eyes locking on the erotic sight of his cock sliding through your glistening folds and the way your swollen folds spread wide for him and as he focuses on hitting your clit directly, it literally throbs against him and he does it again and again to see it throb like that.
“j—jungkook!”
his black boxers were fully soaked with combined fluids as strings of slick connected you on every pull back and it unraveled him further.
“fuck yeah sweet girl… you’re making a mess on me.” he grunts loudly.
a look of agony takes over his face as he watches your head thrown back, he can never get enough of the sight of both of you so damn connected and not connected at the same time.
“uhh gosh koo, i’m gonna—it’s happeningg.”
your voice breaks in a wail as you grab a fistful of his hair to ground yourself as your legs are almost weak and he grabs your ass cheeks harder to angle you to meet his thrusts.
“shh let it happen baby... i’m right here.”
he encourages you and when he grinds particularly hard against your clit while sucking another bruising hickey onto your neck, you shatter. a keening cry escapes your throat as your body convulses in his arms, your pussy clenching emptily against his cock.
you grind back against him like a bunny on heat and he watches mesmerized for a moment before squeezing your ass and helping your movements. slick after slick coats his boxers and both of your stomachs as your head falls back with a scream of his name in your mouth.
a tear slips down your cheek as you bite down on his shoulder and he follows seconds later because just the feel of you orgasming was enough to push him. his hips stutter and he buries his face in your neck with a broken moan.
“fuck baby, i’m cumming. i’m cumming for you ughh—”
hot spurts of his release fill his boxers, seeping through to paint your sensitive folds stickily too as his body shudders against yours while he holds your hips to anchor himself. he doesn’t set you down just holds you pinned there as both of you pant harshly, sweaty skin sticking together as his arms tremble slightly around you.
a breathless laugh comes out of him suddenly as he pulls back to look at your face with softness and amusement.
“shit.” he chuckles hoarsely.
his forehead drops to yours still catching his breath.
“i just… i came in my fucking pants like some horny teenager. i haven’t done that since.. hell maybe never baby but you… fuck, you make me lose my mind.”
he came so hard just from dry humping and you can see it in the way his expression shifts from laughter to wonder like he's still processing how deeply you affected him.
you rest against his chest with a whimper, not being able to find words because you feel so ruined too and his heart pounds not just from the orgasm but from the realization of how his body is so completely yours to react like that. he presses kisses against your damp cheeks and swollen lips, holding you tight as the tremors slowly leave your body.
“you’re my everything princess. everything..”
his voice cracks with emotion as you cling back just as desperately, legs still locked around him.
“koo…” you coo longingly
and that mention of his name alone expresses more than words can and your sweet tone as both of you continue hugging each other, the stickiness still between your legs but further proving how perfectly you fit together. you still feel flushed as the air smells like his aftershave and sex and the next few minutes go with him helping you clean with a wet cloth and also himself.
you hop down carefully, legs a little wobbly as you pad barefoot toward the door and glance back at him. jungkook is still leaning against the counter, eyes tracking every moment you make a curve in his lips as he admires the afterglow you had. the morning beauty and the afterglow mixed together in you and you looked like the most beautiful woman in jungkook's eyes.
“i’m gonna go make breakfast.”
you say a little hoarsely from all the moaning you'd done against him only minutes ago as you avert his gaze shyly. you clear your throat, trying to sound casual like you hadn’t just been dry humping him like your life depended on it.
he pushes off the counter immediately, shaking his head.
“no.”
he uses the tone when he's decided something and there's no point in arguing about it as he steps closer and reaches for your wrist.
“you’ve done enough these past few days, changing bandages, cooking for me and staying up with me when i couldn’t sleep. you’ve taken care of me nonstop. it’s my turn now.” he finally says.
your heart does that stupid fluttery thing it always does when he says things like that and looks at you like this, like you're something precious.
you feel his thumb brushing against your palm and you close your hand around it.
“koo you’re still healing and you’re going to go to your office soon. i don’t mind—”
“i’m fine.” he interrupts.
he steps closer until you have to tip your head back to hold his gaze as his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a red mark from the beard burn from earlier.
“i’m more than fine and i want to cook for you, let me please?”
you open your mouth to protest again because it was the least you could do for him after everything he's done for you but the look in his eyes stops you. you can see how much he needs this to give back to take care of you the way you’ve been taking care of him. so you sign and give in with a dramatic roll of your eyes that makes him grin.
“fine.” you mutter.
pretending to be annoyed even though warmth is spreading through your entire body.
“but i’m not just gonna sit there and do nothing.” you fuss
he smiles and leans down and pecks your nose.
“you can make the coffee the way you like it which coincidentally is the way i like it now.”
you nodded before you blinked up at him.
“you hated coffee before didn’t you?”
“i used to hate a lot of things.” he says simply.
he guides you out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen, his hand at the small of your back.
“then you came along in my life and changed lots of things.”
the deep meaning behind his words makes tears well in your eyes as he guides you further in the kitchen before you can say anything as you stand in front of the coffee maker. you still remember the first time you saw it and how happy it made you but never did you expect that it was for you because why would he?
you stood there staring at it for a long time feeling high on emotions, maybe from the closeness between you both but it was also because no one had ever noticed something so small about you, let alone gone out of their way for you. you don’t think that you'll ever get used to everything that he's done for you till now. you move toward it as jungkook starts pulling ingredients from the fridge like eggs and some veggies, along with the sourdough bread he knows you love so much.
“i still can’t believe you bought this monster just for me.”
you whisper shakily as you prepare to make coffee and he doesn’t look up from his task but you can see the smile.
“you were drinking that instant shit every morning and i know you hated it. i wasn’t going to let my wife suffer like that because you love coffee? i’m buying the whole damn factory of it if you want.”
he says such things so casually that it makes it hard for you to breathe sometimes as the word "wife" hits you and you busy yourself with the coffee so he doesn’t see the tears in your eyes.
you lean against the counter watching him as the coffee starts brewing and he chops the vegetables with one hand and simultaneously toasts the bread and you look at the way he looks with his loose messy hair, looking domestic and relaxed making something in your chest feel too big for you.
“so now you’re the one staring at me hm?” he chuckles.
you gasp and look away causing him to smile bigger as he tugs you towards him turning to look at you fully.
“it’s just…”
you didn’t know how to explain as his eyes met yours with a gentleness there that made your knees weak.
“i like taking care of you.” he says quietly.
“i didn’t get to do it for a long time. let me have this.”
your throat tightens. remembering the days you’ve spent at mrs. hans’s place and also the accusations you’ve thrown at jungkook, even though several times he’s mentioned that it wasn’t your fault but you still couldn’t move on from it. how you'd sat alone on a different bed wondering about jungkook, if he was okay, if he missed you even half as much as you missed him because you did even when you claimed that you hated him.
he turned the stove off and crossed the distance wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing his cheek on top of your head as he placed a hand against your stomach, yours coming up to rest over his.
“i missed this.” you breathe.
“just… normal mornings. with you.”
his fingers tighten over yours.
“me too.” he rasps.
“more than you know..”
when the coffee finishes brewing, you reluctantly let go to pour two mugs and when you turn back, he's plating the food too, filling your plate with too much food—more than you can ever complete.
he sets both plates on the island and pulls out the chair for you and he makes you sit beside him close enough that your bare thighs brush against him and he can’t help the little hum of appreciation that escapes him at the contact. he watches you take a bite with a fond look.
“good?” he asks.
you nod mouth full and he smiles happily but you wouldn’t ever say otherwise because his cooking was that good which he never admitted to as you both eat in comfortable silence with bam somewhere in the distance as he wakes up and starts looking for attention.
he steals kisses from you whenever he can and you think, not for the first time.
that this is what healing feels like.
after both of you were done eating, he decided to go upstairs freshening up and getting ready for his office.
you couldn't resist the urge to clean the dishes even though jungkook had insisted, murmuring that you didn't have to do anything and mrs. kim would arrive soon anyways and handle it all but you couldn't sit still and decided to wash them anyways because you didn't want to burden mrs. kim and she was too nice anyways. the act of washing dishes reminded you of how used to it you were now that this was your life now.
upstairs in the bedroom, jungkook prepared for the day. it felt like the first time in an eternity that he was donning a full suit and he slid the white dress shirt on first as it hugged his muscular body. he buttoned it up slowly leaving the top few undone, he glanced at himself in the mirror taking in how few of his scars were barely visible now.
his eyes softened as he looked at your clothes right beside his since he made space for you in his closet and how perfect they look together, like your stuff just always belonged with his. he pulled on the black suit and adjusted it before putting his hair in his usual man bun. he looked so much like the ceo whom everyone feared now so different from the love for you that changed him and that cracked his guarded heart so wearing the suit now felt both familiar and strangely new like stepping back into a life he'd almost lost.
you dried your hands on the kitchen towel and made your way upstairs, pushing the door open and silently stepping inside as you watched jungkook putting on his watch, his tie draped loosely around his neck the way he always did when he wanted you to take over. his reflection caught yours immediately, his eyes locks with yours as he smiled affectionately.
“oh mamas.. i was about to call you.”
the nickname makes you blush red as he extends one arm toward you in invitation as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear feeling suddenly shy under his gaze and you cross the room, slipping into the warm circle of his arm as he pulls you flush against his chest, your back to him as both of you now look in the mirror, his tall frame enveloping your smaller one completely, his chin resting on top of your head as he holds you like he never wants to let go.
the reflection shows a couple so intertwined and the sight overwhelms jungkook at how perfect it is. for what felt like an eternity, you both simply stood there in silence, breathing together as his fingers traced lazy patterns along your side dipping just beneath the hem of the shirt to brush your bare skin making you shiver. he held your gaze in the mirror and dipped his head and pressed an open mouthed kiss right over where your pulse raced as he sucked slightly making you yelp and grab at his arm and he groaned in satisfaction.
“god...” he whispered against your skin.
“missed putting on these suits and feeling like myself again but mostly… i missed you doing this, your hands on me tying my tie.”
you looked at him in the mirror as you saw his eyes almost well up in tears which he didn't put any effort to hide and your breath hitched.
“every time i even glanced at this closet when you were gone, it fucking hurt baby because it reminded me of you and how you'd help me every day before i left for the office. it reminded me of how i lost you and broke you with my stupidity.“
his voice cracks as he thinks of how he couldn't even bear looking at a single tie without wanting to burn them all if it'd even ease a little bit of pain. his arms tighten around you as one hand slides up to rest just below your breasts and he holds you as if he's just making sure you're not going anywhere once again as he breathes hotly against your ear and continues.
“but now… now you're here and it feels right again. you make everything right.”
you let out a sob in his words, you couldn't hold back the wound in his voice cracking something inside you as you clung to his arms, your small hands covering his large ones and he buried his face against your hair and shushed you sweetly.
the position you both were in made the memories of the first day in the maldives come back as his eyes met yours with such love in the mirror that it stole your breath and it transported you both to that day when you were inside the villa and he helped you unzip your stuck dress after surprising you for your birthday and he taught you about pleasure for the first time that too without even touching you. the memory made heat pool in your belly even now and you tilted your head to press your cheek against his chest.
“you know...” he started.
“i always knew how to tie a tie.” he confessed almost bashfully.
“learned it out of necessity but with you... i—i pretended to not be able to do it every time just so you'd help me and i'd get an excuse to feel you near me and touch me.”
he stammers, almost embarrassed to admit it because he would wear ugly crooked ties for the rest of his life if it meant you'd keep touching him like that because one day those were the only moments he could have you near him and not hating him and he'd take those few seconds to take in your pretty face to his heart's fill.
you turned around to look at him, your hand fisting his suit as uncontrollable tears streamed down your face, your heart feeling like it might combust and he himself fought back tears as he cupped your cheek and wiped some tears away, kissing some away as you remained quiet for a bit just because he's confessed one of his deep secrets you felt the need to confess one too especially because of the safety he provided and the way he trusted you.
“i—i learned for my dad.” you whispered back.
your eyes close at the bitter memories and pain but his hold on you made you steady.
“back when things were... different. when he still pretended to be normal with a regular job and everything. i spent hours watching tutorials of how to tie a tie even practicing on anything i could find even my teddy bear once and i wanted to surprise him that if i helped fix his tie just right he’d see me.”
a sad smile takes over your face as you look down at jungkook's chest, your fingers twisting the fabric nervously as you think of how you got the idea itself to do it from one of the movies you watched where the daughter helps her father fix his tie and he always gives her hugs and so much of his love and little naive you so yearning for her father's love had thought she could try.
“i thought he'd see me, he'd say something like ‘thank you’ or ‘good girl’ or just... acknowledge me. it took me so many tries jungkook so many, where the knot would come loose and i struggled but i kept going because i wanted his love so badly.”
a whimper leaves you as jungkook doesn't speak a word, letting you finish but you could feel the tension on him, you couldn't lift your eyes to meet his yet and his grip on you tightens as you take a deep breath before continuing.
“and even when i finally helped him every day he never said a word, not a single one as if it didn't even faze him and he even ended up yelling at me one day for messing up one of his ties—it hurt so much that i pushed it away and eventually stopped doing it, stopped looking for his validation and i almost forgot how to do it entirely... until you.”
your eyes snap up to meet his finally as you finish, your bottom lip quivers at the memory and how dumb you were to think you could win your father's love and the countless tries you'd done ever since you were a kid and failed every time and you blamed yourself and asked yourself if the fault was on you that you were not a good daughter and that's why he didn't love you. why couldn't he love you like your school friend's father did? like the fathers in books and movies who'd give up everything for their little girls? where did you go wrong?
that was until jungkook and now how he appreciated even the smallest bit of you and how he loved you so unconditionally even when you hated him and pushed him away one day, how you mattered in his eyes and maybe… that was when all together you learned that no one should chase behind love. the one who's supposed to love you and truly adores you would always come running for you no matter what, no matter the circumstance. you were learning more every day.
jungkook's eyes were darkened with anger and such sorrow as his hands cradled your face tenderly as he could so clearly see you as the little girl who's been neglected so badly always. he leans down and kisses some of your tears away, his jaw clenching with the rage he felt towards your father.
“oh my sweet baby...” he breathes.
he wished he could give you the moon if he could and all the love this world could provide you until you forgot that lowlife of a father who never deserved a precious daughter like you in the first place. this made jungkook see red just like the day when he attacked your father.
“i'm sorry. i'm so sorry.”
he murmured apologies as if it were his own fault that you went through all this trauma.
“i'm so sorry he was too blind to see what was right in front of him, you were a kid trying so hard and giving everything, he didn't deserve a single second of it but i see you yeah? i see you every goddamn day my angel.”
he makes sure you look directly in his eyes and soak in every bit of his words so you understand as he continues even fiercely.
“you're perfect, you hear me? perfect in ways he could never even dream of understanding and i'm never ever going to take that for granted. you've healed parts of me i didn't even know were broken just by being you you got that? tell me you get it.” he pleaded.
“jungkook.” you whimper and shake your head.
“tell me you do.”
he begs, he wants you to know how special you are and he's going to make sure of it.
“i do, i do.”
you let out a muffled cry as his lips meet yours so you'd know how much he means each of his words.
when you finally pulled back, he tried distracting you and put your hands on his tie making you let out a teary smile as you sniffled and decided to focus on your present because it was yours. you carefully did it with practiced precision, rising onto your tiptoes to reach properly as he bent a bit too so you could work confidently. his height always made these moments so intimate and his sheer size made you bite your lower lip as you adjusted the tie and his hands settled on your waist to steady you then slipped beneath the hem, tracing the shape of your hips dangerously close to your still bare heat.
“y—you always distract me when i’m trying to do something.”
“do i?”
he acts innocent making you huff but the flush in your cheeks was undeniable as he watched you the entire time as a soft chuckle left him from having to bend so much.
“always need to bend for my tiny wife hmm?” he teases you warmly.
“so tiny and so fucking cute, i might have to get on my knees just to let you reach soon.” he smirks.
you pouted up at him, cheeks burning with fake anger even as a laugh bubbled out of you as now the sadness from earlier has disappeared into something playful.
“heyy it's not my fault that you're literally a giant.” you retorted.
you swatted lightly at his chest.
“some of us are normal sized you know? not everyone can be a walking giant jungkook.”
he laughs loudly at that as he pulls you closer, looking at your adorable point as his hands slide down to grope your ass playfully making you yelp as your eyes widen.
“giant? i'll take it.” he grins.
“it means you get the best view from up here watching you getting all cute and it means i can do this whenever i want.” he grumbles.
he kneads your ass with no shame at all, pulling you flush against him so you can feel the hard evidence of his arousal that always seems to be there when you're near him.
“stop it!” you giggled.
half heartedly pushing at his shoulders.
“i'm not gonna tie your tie anymore, do it yourself!” you exclaimed,
“oh no you don’t.” he growled playfully.
he went to grab you again but you already ducked under his arm and bolted from his grasp, laughter spilling from you as you darted out of the bedroom and ran downstairs.
“you're not escaping that easily baby. come back here!”
you glanced over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out naughtily.
“catch me if you can!”
you called breathlessly with laughter as you rounded the corner into the living room. you ran feeling all carefree with that playfulness that jungkook always managed to coax out of you. he didn't even run fully, just his big strides were enough to catch up to you effortlessly closing the gap so suddenly and you nearly tripped over the edge of the rug in excitement with a yelp escaping you as you stumbled forward but his arms were there instantly, wrapping around you from behind and catching you securely.
he spins you around in a whirl, your legs lifting off the ground as you let out a happy screech laughing so hard that your stomach hurts and his own laughter mixes with yours as the world spins in circles. bam comes rushing at the chaos and barks excitedly at the scene and jumps on jungkook's legs, tail wagging as he thinks it was all a game and he wanted to be part of it, it all added to the madness. breathless and dizzy from laughter jungkook finally slowed before pulling you up so your legs wrap around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his neck, breathing hard from the adrenaline and he held you close, one hand supporting your thighs as his own laughter faded into small chuckles.
“caught you.” he murmurs.
these past few weeks have been emotional for both of you and seeing you happy like this makes everything worth it and he's successfully taken your mind off your father.
“fuck i love hearing you laugh like this. it's the best sound in the world.”
you clung tighter, nuzzling into him as your fingers buried in his man bun.
“you have to leave soon...” you whispered sadly.
you didn't want him to go but you couldn't voice that because you didn't want to sound overly clingy but you both have been inseparable for weeks and him suddenly leaving reminds you of all the bad times like something might separate you both again and the way jungkook held you hard enough to hurt, it was sure that he didn't want to go too. jungkook groaned and he carried you. a few steps pressing you against the nearest wall for leverage.
“you think i wanna leave you?” he rasps.
“sweet thing, i'm going to be crazy without you. i'm going to think of you in my shirt all fucking day. you think it's easy for me? all i want to do is strip this suit off and throw you over my shoulder and spend the day buried inside you making you scream until you forget everything but my name.”
he speaks each word from all his fantasies as if nothing in the world existed but you. his words send fire inside you until you feel like you're burning as you whimper, your eyes growing half lidded with a want that you don't even need to voice for him to understand.
you wanted him to do exactly what he said. he cups one of your boobs under your shirt, making you arch into him.
“goshh jungkook.”
you gripped his wrist weakly as you glanced down at bam who was still watching curiously, not leaving the scene yet.
“bam’s right here… he’s staring.”
jungkook followed your gaze then smirked wickedly not stopping his ministrations as he pinched your nipple lightly, drawing a moan from you.
“let him stare.” he mutters.
he leans in to capture your lips, tonguing you.
“his mama’s just getting some lovings and i’m sure he wouldn’t mind that would he? isn’t that right boy?”
bam blinks innocently at his question as jungkook tweaks one of your nipples between his thumb and you try to push him away but your body betrays you as your hips rock slightly toward him on their own as he gropes both of your breasts just because he can and squeezes sharply enough for your back to lift.
“i don't want to leave you like this... needy and wanting—”
you didn't let him finish his words and pulled him in for another kiss by pulling at his shirt because you didn't want to waste any more time and he let out a guttural noise at your desperation as he ground subtly against your stomach, touching you all he wanted before he had to leave tangling in your hair and your back. his hands were everywhere and you were lost in it, not even able to breathe as you messily kissed each other and made noises, kissing like it was the end of the world.
he finally pulls back and you pant and look up at him with hooded eyes, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and he groans.
“don't do that. don't fucking do that…”
he's about to combust and he brushes your bottom lip to fix it as he looks away and closes his eyes to breathe in and out a few times to control himself.
“i’ll be back soon..” he says again.
eyes laced with sinful intent as he places one last hard kiss so hard that it almost bruises your lips then he sets you down gently and adjusts his suit with a glance in the mirror and he looks reluctant. you followed him to the main door, worry still in your face despite knowing your husband is strong enough to handle everything but you couldn’t help it.
“be careful…”
you reached up to smooth a wrinkle on his shirt, hand lingering there.
“please.” you whisper.
he caught your hand, pressing a kiss against your hand and then one on top of your promise ring.
“i will, i promise.” he murmurs.
“i’ve got you to come home to.. nothing’s taking me away again okay?”
“i’m gonna text you.”
you nod and he caresses your cheek one last time before placing a kiss against your forehead, squeezing your hand and he steps out closing the door behind him, leaving you standing there with his touch and scent clinging to you like a second skin. you stood there for a long moment as your heart ached at the sudden emptiness in the space he occupied. he's only been gone for a few minutes but it feels like hours and you watch through the tall windows as his black car disappears in the driveway and you pray in your heart that he returns to you safely as you try your best to push the thought of his accident away.
he's going to be okay. he will.
you exhale and force yourself away from the mirror as you pad toward the kitchen. your pussy is still tingling from the earlier frenzy in the bathroom. bam distracts you who is already waiting by his bowl for his mealtime and he looks up at you with big eyes as you appear and it loosens something in your chest. you crouch down, scratching behind his ears the way jungkook does and he barks and licks at your palm.
“hey, my sweet boy.” you murmur.
“did daddy leave you too huh? he left both of us didn’t he?”
you giggle as he licks at your hand again as you busy yourself with his food and refilling his water as you sit cross legged on the ground while he eats, running your fingers through his fur. a few hours pass like that with you playing with bam once he finishes eating and you even read a book with him beside you.
that’s when your phone buzzes on the counter where you’ve left it, pulling your attention to it as you stand and almost skip your way to your phone. the sight of his name makes you smile wide with giddiness as your cheeks flush as you see the contact labeled ‘husband 🤍’ something that he saved during a playful moment between you both.
you press the phone to your chest, your heart doing that fluttering thing again.
meanwhile jungkook in his office is like a king back on his throne as employees at the sight of him rush past, conversations dying mid sentence as he passes. the receptionist stammers a good morning that he doesn’t return and he hasn’t been here in weeks and the absence of his presence has let a certain relaxation creep in.
well that ends today or worse.
his assistant almost ends up falling back in front of his intimidating presence as she updates him about the schedules and he bids her away with a wave of his hand. he enters his corner of the office after attending a meeting where he ended up making a grown man piss his pants and he got angry at the lack of work and only one stare of his dark eyes was enough for them to get back into work.
he loosens his collar and drops into his chair with a heavy inhale and pulls out his phone again, his thumb brushing over the heart you last sent him. just the small emoji was enough for a smile to tug at his mouth but work wasn’t any simpler and he continued being ruthless. he knows he's being harsher than necessary but the frustration of leaving you alone at home and coming to work needed an outlet and these people are paid to take it.
even as he works, his mind never gets off you and every time he thinks of the moment between you and him in the bathroom, it makes him hard once again which he tries to hide with a hand in his pocket and binge smoked. how pretty you looked while cumming for him and your noises. he's going crazy without you. he catches himself staring at nothing, pen tapping against the desk wondering what you're doing right now probably still with bam.
that’s when the door opens without a knock and only one person would dare to do that, was taehyung, who walks in with a grin already in place.
“well look who’s back from the dead.”
jungkook glances up and his expression softens just a fraction.
“tae.” he acknowledges.
taehyung drops into the chair across from him.
“heard you were scaring the interns again. one of them looked like he was about to cry.”
jungkook snorts, leaning back.
“they’ll live.”
taehyung studies him for a moment, the grin fading into something more serious.
“how’s your head? really?”
jungkook shrugs, cracking his fists.
“fine scars healed and i don’t get headaches anymore.”
he pauses and then adds, almost quietly.
“she took care of me a lot you know?”
taehyung's brows lift.
“yeah? the past few weeks… how have they been?”
jungkook's gaze drifts to the window as he reaches for his cigarettes and lights one with a lighter as he goes deep in thought.
“like breathing for the first time in years.” he says with genuine emotion.
“she didn’t leave my side and took care of me nursing me like i’m a damn kid. even when i had occasional fevers at night, she stayed up several nights too.”
he exhales the smoke as his brows peak at the center.
“i woke up every morning, and she was there, she never left me.”
taehyung watches him quietly, no teasing now.
“i thought i’d lost her for good too.” jungkook continues almost to himself.
“when she walked out… i thought that was it that i'd fucked up beyond repair but she came back and she's still choosing me.”
his voice cracks as his fingers tighten around the cigarette.
“i’m not letting her go again ever.”
taehyung leans forward.
“when did you realize she’s the one for you?” he asked a question that he's been thinking about.
“july 21st when i first saw her, i knew she's the one wearing that brown sweater as she fed that puppy.” jungkook breathes.
“you remember the fucking date?”
jungkook huffs out a laugh but there's no real humor in it.
“only for her. everyone else can still go to hell.”
they talk for a while longer. taehyung updates him on smaller deals he handled in jungkook's absence and jungkook listens with half an ear while his thoughts stays on you. eventually taehyung stands, clapping him on the shoulder.
“don’t work too hard. go home to your wife.”
as taehyung was about to leave, jungkook called for him.
“thank you for everything and for telling y/n everything.”
it was awkward for jungkook to thank him because he's never done that but well, this falls into another of the many things that have changed in him since you came into his life. he couldn’t imagine his life without you or taehyung.
taehyung's lips curve up slightly and he nods because the only thing he ever wanted was for jungkook to be happy in his life and he was glad that jungkook was finally getting that but taehyung only hoped jungkook didn’t lose himself in the process like he did when you left him because his love could be madness too.
and taehyung prayed that this madness wouldn’t end up killing him one day.
a few more hours go by with meetings and calls and by late afternoon jungkook has had enough because his entire being hurt from missing you. he keeps glancing at the last few texts you both shared like a lovesick puppy and he couldn’t help it as he stands abruptly in the middle of a presentation.
“we’re done.” he finally says.
as the room freezes, he's already walking out before anyone can respond.
in the car he tells the driver to drive fast as he leans back and thinks of you waiting for him at home because one day he despised going home too early from work because it was too quiet and too lonely so he'd spend the majority of his time in his office but now the only thing he looked forward to
he's coming home to you and nothing else matters.
jungkook pushed through the front door of the house as he paused for a moment and called your name softly at first.
“baby?”
and then louder when there was no immediate response
“y/n i’m home!”
but he was only greeted by silence with no sounds of your footsteps or your sweet voice and his heart stuttered slightly as he felt panic surge through him. the same fear that had haunted him since the accident still didn’t fully leave him—that he’d come home and you’d be gone again that you’d finally realized you deserved better and left him.
his eyes darted frantically around the living room as his breaths came shorter, fists clenching at his sides. it’s all his fault, he shouldn’t have left you alone. he forced himself to move toward the kitchen wanting any signs and then he saw it on the table: the newly cooked food which made him stop dead in his tracks.
the plate of food you'd prepared for him and kept covered with plastic wrap to keep it warm for when he comes home to eat it. beside the plate sat his evening medicines lined up in the little pill organizer and the sight hit him hard, replacing the panic with such gratitude. you’d done this for him even when he wasn’t here when you shouldn’t have. even when mrs. kim was there, you wanted to cook for jungkook specifically and it made him feel so utterly seen in a way he’d never known before you.
that's when the sound of the running water reached him from upstairs and relief washed over him so hard that his knees buckled because you were here. you were home. you were waiting for him and he moved without wasting time, taking two steps at a time.
you kept the bathroom door ajar thinking you were home alone so you didn’t bother as you stood under the rainfall showerhead, your eyes closed peacefully, your head tilted back so you didn’t hear him. jungkook froze at the sight of you all bare wet body, your breasts with hard nipples. a water droplet clung to one of your nubs before falling away and then continuing down your stomach to the mold between your legs. an almost pleasurable look on your face as you signed because you felt too relaxed and it caused jungkook's jaw to clench. you looked like a goddess under the spray and jungkook could only stand there transfixed as his eyes devoured every inch of you.
he could never get enough of you.
this moment reminds me that he was about to lose you, that he might have died that day in that accident. his chest ached, that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with the love of a man who knew he didn’t deserve you but would spend every day trying to be worthy of him. how had a monster like him, stained with too much darkness been given this angel who cooked his meals, took care of him and showered in his bathroom with the door unlocked because she trusted him completely?
he must have shifted or breathed heavily because you turned suddenly, eyes widening as you gasped.
“jungkook!”
your voice came out breathless as your arms hovered getting the urge to instinctively cover yourself but they lowered because it was just jungkook even though the shyness didn’t fully leave you but you were getting used to it as your fingers fidgeted in front of you.
“when did you get home? i didn’t hear you come in, i was just… finishing up.”
he couldn’t answer immediately as his eyes locked onto your breasts rising and falling with your quickened breaths as he stepped fully into the bathroom then let the door click shut behind him, his clothes getting all wet but he couldn’t care about anything except you. he missed you so much even if you both have been apart for only a few hours. you shifted under his intense gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself now self consciously as you grew more fidgety when he didn’t talk.
“talk to me koo… you’re scaring me.”
finally he found his voice as he closed the distance.
“i can’t believe it.” he rasped.
“i can't fucking believe a bastard like me got someone as beautiful as you for a wife that you're here in my shower, waiting for me like this, g—god my chest...”
he pressed a hand over his heart, his brows furrowing in pain.
“it hurts baby. it hurts how much i don't deserve you, how lucky i am that you stayed.” he breathes shakily.
“oh jungkook… come here.”
you could only provide him all the love that he deserved through your actions.
“i missed you so much today. all day just thinking about you coming home.”
“i missed you more than you know.” he murmurs.
he took your hand and pulled you into him as your naked body pressed to his clothed one as you yelped your breasts crushed against his hard chest as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. he hooked one of your legs around his waist, effortlessly lifting you slightly off the tile so you were held completely against him as you gripped his shoulders.
“hmm tell me about your day angel.”
he breathed against your ear, loving the feel of your body against his after being separated as he pressed a kiss against your earlobe.
“what did my pretty wife do while i was gone?”
you flushed but didn’t mention how lonely it has been without him so you mentioned the other details as your fingers curled over his wet shirt.
“i cooked for you, took care of bam… just waited. how was your day? you look exhausted.”
he growled as his forehead dropped to yours as he inhaled your scent like he was starving, his body pressed even closer to the water making his clothed body transparent.
“wanted to kill every single person in that building.” he confessed darkly.
he breathes hotly against your lips, his hands slide down to grab your ass and squeeze it earning a moan from you.
“held back only because i couldn’t wait to get home to you… the day felt like hell without you.”
you cooed and leaned closer to him as his nose nudged against your cheek and you felt the way his body slightly trembled, not from the cold but from the relief of having you close to him again. he captures your lip and tongue sliding into your mouth as his mouth does those swirly sex motions that always make you feel dizzy and your clit throbs in response as you clutch at his shoulders.
the water continued pouring over both of your entwined bodies as you couldn’t help the needy noises that escaped every time your nipples brushed against the hard texture of his suit. you whimpered into the kiss and arched into him seeking more of the contact, your hips rolling subtly against his thigh where he still held your leg hooked around his waist, the position opening you up completely.
“uh… hm…”
you make muffled noises as his free hand roams upward cupping your breast, his thumb lazily rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger until you're gasping into his mouth and pull away to breathe. you notice his suit becoming even more destroyed from the way you're fisting it and from the water that you didn’t notice in the haze of pleasure.
“koo... your suit…”
you managed to breathe out between kisses, you knew how much he hated ruining his clothes especially suits but he only chuckled against your lips at your words.
“fuck the suit.”
he mutters, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls back.
“worth every damn penny if it means i get your sexy body ruining it all”
he grumbles against your neck trailing kisses there, biting and sucking as your head falls back giving him more access as his hand kneads your ass in time too.
“ahh jungkook.”
you whined as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you were pretty sure the marks on your neck would never fade because he always puts new ones on top of old ones.
“you want me baby?”
shivers go down your spine at his question as you nod desperately.
“i want to hear you say it.” he grunts.
“yes i do please…”
your hips meet him and his own buck against your pussy and he could feel how you're dripping despite the water falling on both of you.
“let me check how wet your cunt is for me, yeah?”
his hand didn’t stop there, sliding down with intent as his fingers disappeared between your thighs where you were already slick and he glided through your folds with ease as he spread your arousal and circled your clit. you cry out softly as his thumb presses against your clit before moving just touching lightly enough for you to grind against his hand to search for more as your legs tighten around his waist to pull him closer. his cock pressed against you as he breathed harshly.
“so wet for me aren’t you?”
his fingers traced along your slit, never dipping inside as he watched your face contort and your lips part.
“my good girl waiting all day getting this pussy ready for me without even knowing it.” he growls.
“please… more koo ngh—”
your head falls back against the tile as your free leg is barely able to hold your weight as he touches you and he groans at your plea.
his tongue thrusts into your mouth in time with the way his fingers tormented you sweetly below, dipping almost inside your heat just enough to stretch you before retreating and rubbing your clit instead. he continues doing it cupping your pussy and never giving you the relief you want as you become a shaking mess but he almost does it willingly as if he just wants the relief of touching you as he pulls back and you cling to him with what little strength you have.
“just want to feel you skin to skin baby.” he whispers so longingly that you nod against him.
he undressed swiftly then peeled away all his clothing before pulling you back into his arms as you both stood under the shower hugging each other.
the desire didn’t fully fade but it did give in to the need of just touching each other and holding the other close after the separation because of all the traumas and panics. you both took turns washing each other and just touching and kissing until the world outside faded and it was only the two of you.
intertwined always.
after a shower, jungkook decided to take you to the home library and your heart feels lighter at the smell of paper as he follows close behind you, both of your hair still wet and clinging to your backs.
the room steals your breath again because you still can't believe it, every detail of the room library feels deliberate like he built this space from inside your heart without you ever telling him the exact shape of it like he just always knew it like the back of his hand. you stop in the middle of the room turning slowly taking it all in again even though you've been here before like the night of his first nightmare but seeing it now in the light of day hits differently as tears glisten in your eyes as you press your fingers to your lips, trying to hold it back but the tears come anyway slipping down your cheeks before you can stop them.
jungkook is at your side in an instant, his hand settling on your shoulders turning you towards him.
“hey... baby, what's wrong?”
his thumb brushes a tear away.
“did i.. did i do something wrong? if you don't like it, we can change anything just tell me—"
“no.”
you choke out, shaking your head quickly as a watery laugh escapes you.
“no jungkook, it's perfect. it's so perfect i don't even know what to say.”
you look up at him and the words tumble out before you can stop them.
“you built this for me with your own hands, and i still can't believe it...” you whimper.
his expression softens as he cups your face in both hands, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“i'd build a hundred more if it made you cry happy tears instead of sad ones.” he murmurs.
“i started it soon after you left. i couldn't sleep, couldn't think or do anything except miss you so much that i was going crazy and i remember how your eyes lit up for books and even in your diary you mentioned a home library and that's your dream.. so i had to.”
he pauses and looks at you with such emotion.
“i thought… i'd make this for you. if i gave you the one thing you wanted most maybe you'd come back… t—that you'd forgive me and see how serious i am, how much i love you and how sorry i am.”
your breath catches as you step forward without wasting time and wrap your arms around his waist and press your face against his and shed your tears against him.
“i don't deserve you.” you sob.
“i feel like such a crybaby right now but i can't help it. i never thought i'd ever have something like this not even in my dreams—my own library and you built it with your own hands… you even hurt yourself while building it didn't you?”
he chuckles as he tightens his arms around you, cradling the back of your head.
“just a few cuts here and there.” he admits.
“nothing dramatic but yeah… every cut, every time i did something wrong and had to start over, i just kept thinking about how you'd look standing right here and it's worth every drop of blood baby.”
his words were more true than anything because when he was a broken man building the library for you for days, he'd imagined this exact moment.. he wanted to see happiness in you for completing one of your dreams among so many more he's going to complete in the future.
seeing you like this makes everything worth it.
“don't cry anymore baby.. you know it hurts me. i already made you cry enough.”
you fist his shirt and let out a chuckle between your tears but you couldn't stop your tears as you felt so overwhelmed.
you sniffled and smiled.
“i love it. i love every single thing about it and—”
you stop yourself, cheeks flushing because the words were there on the tip of your tongue and instead you rise on your toes and kiss him pouring everything you can't say into it and he kisses you back like he understands anyway.
“come on.” he says, taking your hand in his.
“let me show you around properly.”
he leads you along the shelves, pointing out details with a pride that makes your chest hurt in the best way.
“i had someone ship all the books from your old place—the ones your father didn't throw out anyways. they're all here and i also made sure not a single one of your belongings was there anymore.”
he stops at one section, pointing to a set of books.
“and these… i remembered the authors you mentioned. i might've gone a little overboard.”
he mutters almost sheepishly because there are dozens or hundreds of new special editions of books by your favorite authors, you've only ever seen in pictures online.
you notice the small details he's even put like a small brass plaque on one shelf that reads 'read' or 'to be read' along with genres too so it's easy for you to sort out and you can recognize them well.
you're crying again by the time he finishes the tour and he pulls you down onto the wide cushioned window seat, settling you between his legs so your back rests against his chest and one of your favorite books is already waiting on the side table as if he just knew what you wanted to read next.
“shh no more crying now sweet girl or i'm gonna start to think you hate it.”
“read to me?”
he asks attempting to distract you and make you enjoy yourself as he presses a soft kiss against the side of your face.
“i love hearing your voice.”
you nod and open the book with trembling fingers as you start reading aloud, soon very slowly you get soaked in the book just like it happens every time and being surrounded by books makes it even more special.
jungkook listens in complete silence, chin resting on your shoulder occasionally pressing a kiss against your neck. every so often he asks a question that proves that he's paying all his attention: “is this the part that always makes you cry?” and more questions each time you answer him
the two of you lost in the story and in each other.
time goes on like that as the room goes darker as you keep on reading and he doesn't move an inch until you're leaning fully against him while he holds you. you spend time kissing his hands too, kissing each of his scars that has almost healed, he's got them in the process of making the library because every single one of his efforts and every shelf built by him said the same thing.
i see you, i love you and i'm not going anywhere.
and for the first time you start to believe it might be true.
once the reading session in the library was over, he decided to head to the kitchen to make you something and he turns to you with that soft smile only ever reserved for you and carries the two mugs over, handing you with yours before settling down beside you.
“here baby, i made you some hot chocolate, extra chocolatey like you prefer.” he murmurs affectionately.
you took a sip and let out a contented hum at the rich taste, smiling up at him as you nestled closer and his free hand traced circles on your back.
“finally having something other than coffee yeah?” he quips.
you gasp and push at his chest with a laugh.
“can't blame you though because i'm just as much of a coffee addict now.”
he took a sip from his own mug watching you as you talked for a while like that about nothing and everything as he talked more about the library and how he sorted each book, his thoughtfulness wouldn't stop making butterflies flutter in your stomach. especially at the belief he had that you'd come back no matter what.
he believed that mostly.
from the library he suggested moving to the indoor garden and you both walked there hand in hand with bam trotting ahead of you as he sensed the shift in routine because usually you'd visit here all alone but now jungkook tagged along and he was ecstatic about the fact that his parents were together. you paused looking at the lilies that were just growing when you last saw them but now they were in full bloom and they'd grown so much. jungkook grabbed the watering can from the shelf and filled it as you stood beside him and took turns pouring water over the soil.
“look at them.” you said, leaning down to touch one petal of the lily.
“they're so beautiful now. bigger than i ever imagined.”
you glanced up at him and he set the can down to rest a hand against your shoulder as he swayed you gently.
“yeah, just like us.” he says, almost quietly enough for you to not hear him.
because it was the truth just as the flowers have bloomed, your relationship has bloomed from the ground up despite everything and now it looks so complete.
“my mom… she loved lilies so much.” you whispered as you thought about the past memories and how your dad ruined every good thing in her life.
“i haven't seen lilies planted like this since i was little.”
your voice cracked, tears welling up unexpectedly as you turned to face jungkook.
“do you think… she'll ever be fine jungkook? really fine? will she come back… to me from the coma?”
he pulled you closer immediately, one hand stroking your back as he pressed several kisses against your forehead.
“look at me y/n.” he says fiercely as he cups your cheek.
“she will be fine. i know it. she's strong like you and now she's getting the best treatment. she will come back to us baby. i believe it with everything i have. we'll make sure of it you get me?”
you nodded and swallowed, his words giving you new hope and he told them as if he believed your mom would be okay one day and you clung to it. he guided you to the wooden bench, pulling you into his lap as you both sat as bam came up and nuzzled between you both, tail wiggling happily as jungkook leaned over to pet his head while keeping you secure in his arms.
“look at this guy. he thinks it's playtime.”
jungkook's expression turns nostalgic as he glances around.
“i used to watch you from up there you know.”
he pointed upward to the huge window on the wall, the one overlooking his home office upstairs.
“you and bam would sit right here every afternoon and you’d play with him or read to him... just here even when you hated me so much and i'd stand at the window just watching, telling myself one day you'd see me differently.”
your bottom lip wobbles at the vulnerability in his voice as you shift and cup his cheek, brushing back one of his hairs that escaped from his man bun.
“i see you now.” you reassured.
“i see all of you—the man who built this for me, who planted flowers and loved me when i couldn't love myself… i see you.”
you kissed his cheeks, his jaw and his neck, wherever skin you could find as he let out a shaky exhale, gripping your waist as his own lips trailed up and down your collarbone. that's when your phone rings loudly enough to cut through the peaceful romantic bubble you and jungkook were in and you pause pulling it out, a frown on your face as you see the screen. it was everything you didn't expect.
it was your father.
your stomach twisted as you looked at jungkook whose expression darkened instantly as he saw it too.
“don't pick it up.”
he said immediately as he held you protectively as if the sheer sight of your dad calling you made him doubt.
“he doesn't deserve a second of your time y/n.”
you hesitated as your heart pounded but something in you, the new strength he'd helped you find, pushed at you especially after your last visit at your father's place and the way he brainwashed you.
“i... i need to. just this once please. i got this.”
you gave him a comforting look, squeezing his hand and he nodded reluctantly though his eyes burned with anger as you hit accept and put it on speaker.
“hello?”
you said cautiously, the shakiness still present in your voice, a habit you had since you were a kid whenever you had to talk to your father.
“finally i've been calling. what the hell are you doing back with that psycho? i thought that night i'd told you enough about what he really is.” he spat.
“i thought you'd have some sense but you're just a dumb little girl aren't you? wait and watch till that fucker breaks you worse.”
jungkook's grip on you tightens, his veins standing out as he hears every word and he fights all his limits to not snatch that phone from your hand and give your father a good response but he stays silent for the sake of you and lets you handle it.
at your father's words, suddenly years of your suppressed pain started unleashing. 'dumb little girl' no, you were not that. jungkook reminded you several times that you were a strong woman who could stand up for herself and the more your father talked about jungkook, the more you saw red.
“no.” you said firmly, faster and then louder.
“no stop, just stop.” you exclaimed.
“you don't get to talk about him like that. don't you dare! jungkook is my husband and he's the only one who's ever truly loved me and you? you only ever used me, hurt me and took advantage of every bit of love i tried to give you. you tried to hurt my mom and made me the one person who was fighting for us both and for what?” your voice shakes as you go on.
your father sputters, shocked because you never talked back to him no matter what.
“what did you just—?”
“i'm not done!” you shouted.
“today you'll listen to me.” you breathed harshly.
“let me make one thing clear: stay away from me and my mom and from jungkook. i mean it, you sold me to him like i was nothing and now i'm happier than i've ever been. what do you want? to ruin it too huh?”
“i'm not a weak little girl. i never was because that was what you turned me into and i'll never be the girl you can manipulate once again and if you dare come near us again, if you try anything, i won't stop jungkook this time if he hurts you. just leave us alone! i'm finally happy and stop trying to take that from me.”
you were screaming and choking in your sobs while you were done going on and on unleashing everything you've ever stored in your chest, all the sorrow coming out as your father remains speechless on the other side for the first time in your life, shocked at the woman you are now that you stand up for yourself and he cannot break you because he can't. you don't even want to consider him your father anymore. you always thought he might change, that he might one day but no he wouldn't and he's gone to his limits and you don't want to have any contact with him.
jungkook's eyes were filled with rawness at the way you called him your husband, emotions and pride in his face as he watched you rage at your father. he pulled you closer, holding you tighter as he stroked your hair letting you cry against him as he didn't say anything for a while and let you just cry it out. you dropped the phone and cried harder and loudly as your whole body shook from the impact.
“shh baby, shhh.” he whispered.
he rocked you both gently in a soothing way as if you were a baby, cradling you.
“you did it. you did so fucking right. i'm so proud of you.” he coaxed.
“if he ever hurts you again, i won’t hold back. i’d kill him without a second thought but you... god, you were so strong so incredible.”
he couldn't hold back his words he wanted you to know that no matter what, he'd go to every extent to protect you and even if it meant having you hate him again.
“i don't care anymore. i hate him.. i hate him so much. i was so blind and i didn't see how much you cared and how you even fought for mom. i'm sorry jungkook. i wouldn't blame you, not ever.” you gasp loudly.
he pulled back to cup your face and thumbs wiped your tears roughly as his eyes burned into yours.
“don't you dare apologize you hear me? he doesn't deserve your tears.”
he kissed you deeply as you both tasted each other's tears as his tongue explored your mouth, kissing you until you got lost in him.
“no one will take you from me again.” he swears.
he nuzzled your nose, whispering fierce promises between kisses.
“you're so brave, so damn brave angel.”
bam who leans into you sensing your sadness, you held onto them together as your tears slow. you knew in your heart that you believed jungkook and all his words.
a few days have passed since then and it was well past midnight when you lay curled against him in bed.
jungkook was spooning you from behind, one arm draped over your waist as his fingers traced circles on your stomach as the sheets tangled around your thighs. his breath was slow against your neck but you could tell he wasn't asleep due to his movements and you sighed softly, pressing back into him and he responded by tightening his hold. the quiet was comfortable, the kind that didn't need filling but after a long moment he spoke up.
“baby...” he murmured.
“are you awake?”
you hummed, turning your head slightly so your cheek brushed his.
“mhm can't sleep?”
he exhaled almost a laugh and shifted, looking down at you.
“not really been thinking..”
his fingers resumed their touches along your waist.
“wanna go for a drive?”
you blinked surprised, twisting fully to face him.
“a drive? now?”
“yeah.” he quips.
“just... nowhere... just a drive.”
“been stuck inside too long and i miss going out with you.”
you smiled at the way he said it like it was the simplest thing in the world like taking you out in the middle of the night was something he'd been craving but as he mentioned that it made you feel anxiety because these days when he went to the office, it was his driver taking him.
“kook are you sure you want to drive? after—"
“i'm sure.”
he cut in gently after reading your expression.
“i promise sweetheart and i want him. we can even get food if we stop somewhere. does that sound good?” he grins, trying to lighten the mood.
“come on let me take my wife on a proper midnight date.”
you searched his face and after a moment you nodded, unable to resist the hope in his eyes.
“okay.” you whispered.
“but if you even get a little tired, we’re turning around.”
he beamed like you handed him the world and stole a quick kiss before rolling out of the bed to put on a simple black t-shirt and jeans. you smiled at how happy and excited he looked as you went for a simple yet casual light pink top that reveals a bit of your stomach and shorts, something he'd brought you months ago and it was revealing but still modest in a cute way, something that made you feel light and pretty and left your hair down.
when you stepped in the garage holding his hand, he knelt to slip your sandals on for you and he bent down for you. he held the car door open for you with an exaggerated bow that made you laugh and blush at the same time and once you got in, he slid into the driver's seat and started the engine as your hand gripped his nervously, he glanced at you.
“i need to tell you something.” he says before he starts the car.
“about the accident.”
you tensed but he squeezed your hand tenderly.
“when i crashed... i woke up and my head was bleeding glass everywhere and i was in so much pain i could barely move but the only thing in my head was your name over and over even in that state.”
he pauses and swallows, looking at the front.
“i broke the window with my elbow and climbed out and i didn't even know how i ended up at mrs. hand's place. i was half conscious. the only thing in my mind was to get to you and i was whispering your name like if i stopped i'd just… die.”
tears welled in your eyes instantly as you shook your head at the painful reminder.
“jungkook stop—”
“i need you to know.” he says almost fiercely.
“i've seen death close way worse than that night. this? this was nothing because it brought me back to you heck, i would've died that night if it wasn't for you, you saved me.”
he glanced at you.
“i'd do it a hundred times if it meant ending up at your door.”
you were crying quietly now, reaching across to cup his cheek as you didn't even want to imagine what would have happened to him that night if you didn't decide to look out the window and you wouldn't even know what happened to him. it hurts too much to even think of it and you thank the gods because he's okay.
“don't say that please.” you hiccuped.
“it's okay baby, i'm okay, we're okay i want you to know that yeah? no more fears.”
he places a kiss against the promise ring before he starts to drive and he rolls the windows down to let the cool night air rush in. you let your head fall back against the seat as his hand rested on your bare thigh and he smiled, looking at how the tension from earlier seemed to melt from you and now from him as well as he rubbed your thigh slightly.
“you enjoying?” he questions
“i like quiet with you.” you reply cheekily.
“good because i plan on keeping you right here for a long time.”
he promised.
several minutes pass and the drive continues as you let out a sigh and jungkook manspreads, feeling all relaxed as one of the straps of your slip slightly slips down your shoulder as the wind caresses your hair. jungkook drives with one hand, the other hand still gripping your thigh possessively and his fingers almost brush close to your inner thigh making goosebumps spread all over you as you try to breathe through it.
jungkook also put on slow music on the speakers that turned sensual too as if sensing the sudden shift in the moment and you looked at how sexy and effortless jungkook looks while driving with one hand and it made your heart race. the tension had been there for days, the constant touches and kisses left him aching for more. you glanced at him admiring the sharp line of his jaw, hoping he wouldn't notice as you noticed the curve of his lips that hinted at the mischief of his thoughts and you looked away before he caught you staring, feeling yourself get nervous and excited whenever he's in a playful mood.
after what feels like an eternity, his hand on your thigh intertwines with yours using his thumb to rub the back of it and after a while of driving, he finally slows the car veering off the main road to a secluded place that is hidden by trees and bushes—the kind of spot that's far from prying eyes or passing vehicles and it's also already very dark outside, he cuts off the engine. he turns to you then a half smirk on his lips as they roam over your form, the way the top had ridden up from where you're seated angled toward him, legs tucked slightly and his voice comes out husky, it makes your legs clench together.
“remember that time you told me you don't know how to drive baby?” he murmurs.
he leans closer, breath brushing your cheek as he reaches over to unbuckle your seatbelt slowly.
“you said all shy and cute that one day you'd like me to teach you how you've always wanted to learn but never got the chance.”
you nod slowly as your cheeks turn pink, thinking about the confession. jungkook pats his thigh invitingly which is still manspreading.
“well tonight's the night. come here angel, lesson one starts right now—get that tight ass over here.”
his words make your eyes widen as you hesitate for just a second, biting your lower lip in that way you know drives him wild before carefully shifting over as you straddle him, knees sinking on either side of his hips as your panty clad cunt presses against his growing hardness that you haven't realized until now as you settle against his chest. his hands instantly grip your waist pulling you even closer until there is no space left between you.
“hi.” he rumbles.
his lips go over yours as his dark eyes lock on yours while one hand slides up to trace your cheek, thumb on your lower lip making you part it slightly.
“hi.” you breathe back.
your hands come to rest on his strong shoulder as he grins wider at your response hunger taking over his expression as he leans over to kiss your nose.
“good girl. now let's get serious, hands on the wheel. i'm gonna teach you properly.” he whispers.
he makes you turn around so your back is against his chest and you reach forward obediently, wrapping your fingers around the wheel from your awkward position and it feels almost weird and empowering in a way because you've never done this before but now you're getting the opportunity to. you listen as jungkook begins explaining the basics like how to speed up and slow down, how to grip the gear shift just right and more but even his words are carved with distraction as his free hand never stops caressing your inner thigh, sending shivers all over your body until you almost lose concentration.
in the beginning you truly do try to pay attention as you ask genuine questions too.
“so i press the brake before shifting gears?” and other of your confusions.
he answers with real guidance, his larger foot guiding yours to the pedals pressing your leg firmly in the process and this causes his thigh to slot perfectly against your pussy until you're straddling just one of his thighs and you bite back a whimper.
“exactly like that smart girl, you're picking it up so fast aren't you?” he praises roughly.
“my clever little angel learning everything i teach her on the first try yeah?”
his words are full of pride yet carrying a dirty double meaning about what he meant when he said you learn everything so fast like in the maldives when he taught you how to suck his cock properly. your heart thuds.
“thank you koo…”
you blush deeper feeling proud at his praises but also increasingly distracted by the way his hand creeps higher and suddenly his hand hooks over the edge of your shorts and he tugs them off, leaving you only in your top and panties.
“jungkook—" you gasp loudly.
“shh… just making you comfortable. you're getting too hot aren't you?”
he hums approvingly and places wet kisses against your exposed shoulder and he isn't wrong at all, you've been feeling too hot due to the tension but his idea hasn't helped much but has made it worse. you tilt your head exposing more skin for his mouth as soft sighs escape your lips.
“what's wrong baby? can't focus when i touch you like this?”
his hand suddenly cups you over your panty palm, pressing fully there as he feels how wet you are and you gasp sharply, hips bucking into his hand.
“jungkook… oh god wait, you're supposed to teach me…”
you whine but there's no real complaint behind it, only desperation.
“i'm teaching you good aren't i?” he grumbles.
you aren't even able to answer him as both of you soon forget about the lesson and get lost in each other. his calloused fingers caress your hips before dipping below making your breath hitch as if he's savoring the unraveling of your composure.
it's dark inside the car with only the moonlight being the only source of light and it made the environment even more intimate as his hand rubbed your belly that was exposed from your top. his eyes take in your panties and the way your arousal shines slightly because of the way the thin material clings wetly to your folds forming a dark patch.
“fucking hell look at you... already soaking for me and we've barely started.” he growls.
you moan at his words because they were so true and you felt naughty but you couldn't help it.
“mhmm fuck.”
the curse leaves you as he hooks a finger under the edge of your panties and tugs the fabric aside to fully expose your glistening pussy to the night air that seeps through and it makes you gasp and lift your hips slightly but he doesn't give you time to adjust instead he uses the soaked lace itself to press it firmly against your swollen clit rubbing in slow circles up and down, up and down again and again. you gripped desperately on the steering wheel in order to hold onto something as you squirmed.
“ohh h—hahh—”
your voice breaks into breathy moans as your hips start to rock on their own against his thigh beneath you without you being able to help yourself. your head spins as he presses particularly hard against your clit and grips your thigh tight.
“that's it ride my thigh like a good girl, grind that pretty pussy on me and show me how much you want it.”
he encourages as one large hand of his splays across your hip to guide your movements while the other leaves your clit and pushes the straps down your shoulder or the top and pushes your bra down as well for your breasts to be exposed. you arched your back with a loud keen as he groped one breast in his hand, tracing the areola with his finger and leaned down to latch onto the other one with his mouth, tongue flicking the peak and he teased the other one without touching the tip until you were whimpering his name and pushing your breast harder into his mouth.
“oh god koo.”
you let out a sob as his fingers dip down to collect some of your slickness from your cunt and bring the finger up to use that on your nipple as he tweaks and rolls your nipples easily due to it before he leans down to pop that nipple inside his mouth as he groans at the taste of you and the vibration of his groan makes you cry out as your hands slam against the window. your pussy gapes between your legs as it remains neglected while he lavishes attention on your nipples.
“these perfect tits… would you like me to slide my cock between them and fuck them? would you want that? letting me use every part of you?”
his words make your hips buck against his thigh as he shifts his thigh higher to grind perfectly against you.
“hmm? answer me sweet girl.”
“yes yes.”
your breasts heave with your pants as your noises turn high pitched and needy as your hips roll into him and he guides your hips in a circular motion that drags your wet folds against his jeans and the rough texture of it feels euphoric. he continued his torture on your breasts until you were writhing and murmuring noises. fingering, tonguing and pinching your nipples until they're swollen and aching. your breath comes out in wild endless puffs that fog the car glass even more that’s filled with hand stains from when you tried to grab onto something as you pull into his hair when he sucks on your nipple hard.
that’s when your eyes fall on the slight light coming inside the car and your nails dig into his shirt.
“jungkook nghh—”
you try to catch your breath so you can talk but your pleased noises keep on interrupting anyways.
“someone might see us out here.”
you glance nervously around, thinking someone might have just caught you both even though the possibility was very low but the thought of getting caught seemed to excite you further, the fear of it turning you on as you almost bounced slightly on his thigh. he laughs breathlessly against your breast as he switches sides, biting down gently to elicit another sharp whine from you and he soothes it with laps of his tongue before his eyes flick up to meet yours wickedly.
"let them fucking watch then—"
“i’d burn the world down before letting anyone see what’s mine but out here? no one’s coming angel, it’s just us. let me hear how good i make you feel.” he hisses out.
he doesn’t like it when you hold back your noises or try to hide your reactions because he likes to know exactly how good he's making you feel. his words make you even more horny as his hands leave your achy tits finally to go down and remove your panty fully making you shudder violently. his fingers collect your juices and coat it all over your pussy as if making a point and you struggle to breathe as he dips just barely inside to gather your arousal before withdrawing.
“koo.” you whimper.
“mhmm spit for me baby. get my fingers nice and wet.” he commands.
all your thoughts are hazy in front of pleasure as you obey without a second thought, the act lewd and spit onto his offered digits watching with hooded eyes as he coats them thoroughly rubbing them together with a smug grin. he brings them up to your nipples, rubbing the nubs until they peak hard and almost shine like twin diamonds in the moonlight before he leans down to blow against them making you twitch and sob.
“nghh hahh mm..!”
you make mindless noises and he smirks enjoying pushing you to your limits before he slowly trails the wet fingers downward, going teasingly slow before he starts tracing the slit of your pussy. he coats your saliva on your folds and clit.
“feels so good huh?”
“hold yourself open for me sweetheart.”
he rasps as he guides your own fingers down so you hold your folds open just the way he taught you to so it's easier for him and you do with shaky fingers as he hooks your legs completely so you're eagle spread. you sob at how exposed it leaves you because if anyone was even near, they could clearly get a detailed view of your pussy and it makes your clit throb harder. he rubs up and down your quivering hole, watching your face contort as you squirm wantonly.
“want me to finger you baby?”
he asks hotly against your ear and you nod dumbly, your hips lifting to meet his finger and you couldn’t take any more of the teasings.
“y—yes.” you croaked.
“slow or hard?”
the questions turned your face red but you were so impatient.
“hard, please.” you gasp.
“yeah?”
you can hear the grin in his voice as he finally gets one of his fingers inside you which slides in easily from how drenched you are and he immediately curls his finger into that spot that makes you see stars.
“oh god.”
your back arches so quickly that you feel like you'll fall over but he holds you tight with one hand splayed on your stomach as a broken moan leaves you. the feeling of fullness whether it's from his tongue or finger, you cannot get enough of but tonight he doesn’t stop at just one finger as if motivated by your eager responses so he adds another finger almost immediately stretching you wider.
“koo… koo!”
you babble his name and gasp while your pussy walls flutter around the intrusion as he pumps his fingers slowly at first before scissoring carefully. he thrusts in and out a couple of times, hearing your noises as your head buries in his chest biting on his shirt.
“you take two of my fingers like a champ now baby… think you can take another?”
he snarls almost from how affected he was as well because once you struggled to take his thick fingers but now your pussy seems to accommodate him. a droplet of sweat runs down your forehead as you clench around his fingers greedily and you don’t care about anything, you just need him.
“please anything, just don’t stop please please.”
you plead, your head thrashing side to side and he lets out a guttural groan at your reaction and how desperate you seem.
“my sweet poor girl... you want it so bad don’t you?”
he slowly impales you with the third finger and you let out a long cry and he leans down and sucks on a spot on your neck.
“shh... that’s it. you’re taking me so good.”
you gasp at the burn and he growls, his cock hard as a rock as he feels how tight and warm you are on the inside and how well you're taking him, milking his fingers.
“does it hurt?”
“n—no faster, please.”
he smiles at your words and works you open with slow thrusts before speeding slightly when he hears how vocal you're getting. his palm grinds against your clit with every plunge as you grip his wrist tightly but that doesn’t deter his movements at all.
“feel how i’m stretching this tight little cunt?”
his dark eyes lock on where his fingers disappear into your fluttering hole, watching your creamy arousal coat his skin with every slow withdrawal and plunge as he hears the obscene wet noises in the car. the atmosphere was too intimate with the sensual music still playing in the background and the darkness with the noises of what's happening inside. the car bounces more noticeably now with the thrusts of his hand and the desperate roll of your hips as your hips meet the motions of his hands too.
“fuck yeah.”
his bulge pressed against yours as he speeds up, curling his fingers relentlessly against your g-spot in that come hither motion.
“ah ah ahs” leave your mouth as your fingers claw at the seat almost tearing into it as your body trembles and thrashes at the way he expertly fingers you.
“koo!”
you sobbed as his thumb honed in on the torment and flicked your oversensitive clit in rapid strokes until you felt like you were going to combust. your legs kick against his and he encourages you with sweet murmurs against your ear as you feel ruined in the best possible way.
“dont run from it, take it honey..”
your juices drip down his wrist and soak through his jeans as his jaw clenches so hard, obsessively taking in the sight of his fingers plunging in and out of you coming out each time coated in your essence. his own breaths come out ragged as his cock strains painfully inside his jeans.
“my needy wife is losing her mind on my fingers. come for me and soak my hands.”
he slows for a bit before he ramps up again. fingers pistoning deep and fast and curling perfectly and he does that one thing that makes your mind blow. he presses his thumb hard against your clit and just holds it, it was like a switch that strongly brings out your orgasm.
tears stream down your face as you start hiccupping and your body convulses wildly in his lap as your toes curl from how severely it hits. you squirt out all over his hand and he groans loudly at the feel of it, he doesn’t pull out his fingers yet prolonging your orgasm, thrusting slowly until you're boneless and collapse forward against his neck.
you cling to him and he works you through it gently, now coaxing out whines from you as he draws out the last tremor until you're shifting away from his fingers and he reads your body better than you to know how far to push you.
“that’s it.” he soothes you.
he slowly withdraws his fingers with a wet sound that makes you both moan and he immediately brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied rumble.
his tongue swirls around each digit as if savoring the finest delicacy and his eyes don’t leave you, your lips part at the sight. you pant as your legs shake.
“can never get tired of your taste honestly…”
he murmurs huskily as he adjusts your top, tenderly pulling the straps back up your shoulders and fixing your bra carefully and he covers your lower body with his jacket that was in the backseat because your panties were too soaked for you to wear again and he doesn’t want you getting cold. despite that you knew you made a huge mess on his lap and the seat, he brings you close to him in an enveloping embrace and he kisses your forehead and your damp cheeks a few times, murmuring praises.
“you did so good for me angel.”
his lips brush your skin with each stroke, stroking your back as you cling to him weakly as both of your hearts race at the same rate.
“i’m sorry i—i made a mess.” you whimpered.
“shh it’s alright. i like it when you make a mess on me.”
he soothes you, pressing a kiss against one of your hickies as he massages your scalp slightly making you almost purr in comfort. but when the afterglow starts to settle and you shift expectantly in his lap, grinding weakly against the bulge of his that didn’t go down and he knew that you were hoping that he'd take more and probably find his own release as well. he knew you were aching for him to finally fuck you to completely fill the emptiness he's left behind but he stills your hips with a hand.
“not yet angel. i’ll fuck you when you’re truly ready and beg for me.. fully surrender. i won’t give in until then.”
you whine and he smiles at how you pout sulkily, your kiss swollen lips make it even more adorable.
“but i want you now… i’m ready, too.”
you pant against him rocking slightly and he groans deeply, his head falling back as he squeezes his eyes shut as if in pain but he shakes his head and strokes your back up and down in apologetic strokes.
“i know you think you are baby and fuck i’m dying to bury myself in you as well, to feel this tight pussy wrapped around my cock but listen to me yeah?” he hums.
“i want you to give yourself time and i will only do it when you’re fully ready and not rushing yourself and there’s no doubt or fear left.”
deep inside you're fuming quietly beneath the surface that you're ready damn it, that you want him to claim you fully and if he grabs you now and impales you with his cock right fucking now, you'd probably cry happy tears but jungkook knew better than you that it was your neediness speaking, that somewhere in you the past traumas from your father still clung so he will only do it when he's sure that you're fully ready.
he wants your heart and soul both into it, not just your body and if it means him getting blue balls, he wouldn’t mind.
he'd take a hundred cold showers and make himself suffer rather than take from you. he holds you close, placing kisses on your mouth despite the stiffness in his whole body from the unreleased desire.
but as he starts driving once again, he stops to get one of your favorite ice creams from a store that was closed due to the late night but jungkook bribed them with too much money and brought you enough snacks to last weeks as well.
because he wanted this sweet wife spoiled to the brim.
the next week was full of lingering touches and so much sexual tension that it was palpable like both of you trying to test how far the other could go.
jungkook was always holding back seeing how much he could push you because despite your neediness, there was still that shyness that meant you still weren’t confident enough to voice your needs and ask what you wanted but your body language always told him that you were burning as much as he was.
it was a tough week for both of you and jungkook was very close to snapping but he knew each day was breaking another fraction of your restraint. sleeping naked together or the press of his boner against you that seems to never go away and is perpetually there against your back whenever you brush against him—it was killing both of you.
it was like a game of agony. a game of hunger and desire.
this morning you were alone at home as your husband went to the office. bam trailed at your heels for a bit before he went to nap. you missed him already and boredom settled in after you'd spent time tidying up around the house and scrolling mindlessly on your phone but your mind kept drifting.
after a while an impulsive thought sparked. why not visit his office? you'd only been there a handful of times, always with him, never alone but he'd given you a set of keys weeks ago with a serious look on his face.
“this house is yours baby. everything i have is yours. visit wherever you want.”
it made you feel trusted and owned in the best way so you walked up the stairs and to his office as you walked to the door, you unlocked it with one of the keys. you walked inside and immediately you were greeted by the scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke because he spends so much time here. the office was intimidating and masculine just like him but to you it was like an extension of him, safe and familiar as you wandered deeper.
that’s when your eyes caught on the wall behind his desk and you squeaked slightly in shock as you saw framed photos from the maldives trip there. candid shots of mostly you laughing, reading by the villa pool, playing with sand, trying to build the sandcastle and you on the boat and a few pictures of you with jungkook, both of you laughing and one with him kissing your cheek. tears welled in your eyes at the nostalgia and how these memories. he'd put these up here in his most professional space and now, standing there for long minutes tracing the frames with your fingers, you wished you could go back in time.
where it was just two of you.
you let out a shaky breath and decided to wander more, after a while feeling playful, you walked up to his desk, running your hand over the smooth surface where he worked for several hours and sealed millions of deals. you sank down on the huge chair with a shy giggle because it engulfed you completely. you felt a thrill being in his space like this without him knowing also because you were the first person who was allowed here.
soon you couldn’t much longer and kicked your legs like a giddy little girl and bit your lower lip deciding to text him.
the texts escalated quickly from loving to sexual as you tried to regulate your breathing, your legs clenched together.
heart pounding you hesitated only for a moment before hiking up the t-shirt and snapping a scandalous photo of your thighs parted slightly so that your panties are visible along with the damp spot there. your face burning with how naughty you were being but you wanted to push him too for the last week of all the teasings and edging so with shaky fingers you sent another photo, this one with your panties pulled aside just enough to bare your cunt.
you bite onto your finger nervously before with a quiet scream, you hit send covering your face with your palms. you wondered what his reaction would be but you knew it was just jungkook and the texts he sent in response to your pictures made you squeal.
you try to reply to him and focus on the screen that lights up with his new messages, each one dirtier than the last one as he talks about what he wants to do to you when he gets home. you're trying. really trying to focus on typing back a reply, your fingers hovering over the keyboard but you cannot focus from the way the area between your legs pulses and aches.
you shift restlessly in the chair seeking some relief by pressing your thighs together but the movement only makes it worse as the friction of it sends a spark of need through you. the material of the chair presses against you until a drop of your arousal lands on it lewdly.
in that restless wiggle, your elbow bumps against the stack of files perched on the corner of the desk that jungkook had just been working on before and it tumbles down on the floor, leaving papers and scattering across your feet. you mutter a soft curse under your breath for being clumsy and you lean forward to gather the mess as you push yourself up from the chair and you bend over the desk to reach the dropped papers.
your body arches in the motion, hips tilting forward and that's when it happens, the rounded corner of the desk presses perfectly against the front of your panties, pressing right over your mound and the sudden pressure makes you gasp loudly, your entire body freezing in place as the sensation goes through you like electricity. it's unlike anything you've felt before.
“ohh!”
the edge nestled exactly where you're most sensitive and it was immediate, making your pussy clench around nothing as you held the edge of the table for balance. you know you should pull away and fix the files and pretend this didn't happen but the need that's been simmering for days, building into something unbearable crashes over you until it drowns out every rational thought.
your breath trembles, and instead of stepping back, you press forward just a tiny fraction more almost experimentally. you roll your hips in a careful circle, grinding your panty clad cunt against the corner of the table feeling the hard ridge settle perfectly between your folds parting between the folds.
“oh godd.” you whimper.
the sensation is torture especially when the hard wood presses against your clit as your slickness seeps through your panties to make the glide smoother. a moan escapes you before you can stop it and you do it again, harder this time, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for balance knuckles whitening. your nipples get hard under the shirt too due to your arousal while your thighs begin to shake as you try to breathe.
the shame hits you at what you're doing and it is utterly dirty what you're doing, humping your husband's desk like a slutty girl in his office surrounded by his things but that very thought, the wrongness of it only turns you hornier.
your panties are almost transparent now, outlining your folds as you grind harder as your toes curl at the feeling. there's no room for any thought in your head except this feeling, this relief and how the hard table edge feels against your clit. you forgot about your phone that's abandoned on the desk where jungkook is still texting you.
you rock forward again and then back, finding a rhythm to press your throbbing clit directly against the edge and back to drag it along your slit.
“ughmm gosh”
you pant, the edge wasn't sharp enough to hurt but enough to give you that constant pressure against your most sensitive spot.
it makes wet sounds slightly and it makes your cheek turn red as you get so lost into it now, hips moving on instinct, making low wanton noises as you don't realize how much time has passed since you stopped replying to his texts until your phone begins ringing loudly with jungkook's name flashing on the screen and your heart lurches. you felt guilty but you can't stop, not when you're so close to some kind of relief and you didn't want him worrying so with shaky hands you reach for your phone and answer it before bringing it to your ear while still subtly rocking your hips, unable to fully halt your actions even though you feel embarrassed.
“h—hello?”
your voice comes out breathier than usual and it's so obvious that he'll hear immediately. there's a pause on the other end, then jungkook's dark manly chuckle comes out, the sound alone making your clit quiver against the desk.
“baby… what are you doing?”
you hear the scrape of a chair in the background, muffled voices abruptly fading away as he must have just excused himself from his meeting.
“i... i knocked some files…” you manage weakly.
but another grind forward makes you gasp softly mid sentence, the sound without a doubt, he hears and he recognizes it for exactly what it is.
“don't lie to me angel.” he growls.
his voice alone has the power to turn your insides to liquid and it brings the urge to cum even more as you press harder against the edge without meaning to.
“you sound like you're touching yourself. tell me what you're really doing—right now don't make me repeat myself.” he orders.
“hahh.”
you whimper openly now.
“i—i was at the desk… it brushed against me and i—”
he didn't need you to finish your words to know what you're doing.
“you're grinding on my desk?” he cuts in almost ferally.
“fuck baby, turn on the video now i need to see you.”
“koo i—” you hesitated.
your eyes widening in mortification at the command but the urge for release overpowers everything else as with trembling fingers you switch to video call. you propped the phone carefully against the remaining stack of books on the desk so the camera captures you perfectly as you see the mess of yourself, your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes as you straddle the corner of the desk.
his face fills the screen almost instantly as you look at him and see his tie loosened and his chest a bit exposed from where he's unbuttoned a few buttons and his jaw clenched so hard that a muscle ticks beneath it as he takes you in from what looks like his personal office room, the door closed behind him.
“holy shit.” he breathes out.
“look at you. my pretty little wife humping my desk like she's on heat huh? show me properly pull that shirt up.” he demands.
“koo!”
you whine his name softly and the degradation fuels you more.
“do it baby.” he growls.
“or i'll hang up and leave you like this with no relief.”
his words make you falter because if he ends the call now, you might as well cry because nothing gets you going like his voice or presence does. trembling all over, you gather the hem of the shirt with shaky fingers and pull it up to bunch at your waist, fully exposing your soaked cotton panties that are now clinging to you from how wet you are.
“angle the phone lower.” he demands roughly.
you swallowed and did as he told, angling the phone lower giving him an open erotic view.
“that's it.” he groans.
he shifted in his own seat and spread his legs, nostrils flaring at the sight.
“fuck you’re soaked through. you’ve been needy all week haven’t you? my poor baby.”
“so desperate she's fucking furniture because she can't wait for my cock.”
his words make your head fall back as your hips move faster and more urgently as he can hear the wet sounds of your arousal even through the call as it stimulates your clit further.
“jungkook... please…” you sobbed.
“please what?” he taunts, leaning closer to the screen.
you can see the bulge straining against his slacks now, his hand pressing down on it not being able to help himself, rubbing in time with your movements.
“tell me angel, do you want me to watch you being such a naughty girl? want me to see how wet you get thinking about me fucking you raw right there, bending you over and filling you up?” he groans out.
you sobbed because each of his words was your exact fantasy and you were so at your limit from the past week that you'd take anything he gives you and you'd even beg for it if needed, his expressions said that he was suffering the same.
“yes, yes, yes.” you babble which ends with a sob.
your thighs shake as you hump harder, your breasts bouncing under the shirt from your movements as each roll of your hips brings you closer and it was shocking even because you've been denied too long.
it felt like ten more jungkook's were watching you, surrounding you because his office was an intimate place and there were his belongings everywhere, it felt like he was watching you from every corner and it made you dizzy from need.
“put those panties aside.” he orders.
his voice thick with lust.
“let me see your bare pussy on my table dripping on it so i can smell your juices every time i work.”
his words make you bold as you hook your finger into the crotch of your panties and tug them roughly to the side, fully exposing your puffy pussy to his hungry gaze and the sudden exposure makes you squeal as your pussy meets the edge of the table with no barrier between them, it feels so intense that you cry out.
“oh, more more more.”
you chant to yourself dumbly because you always need more and more and having jungkook away without touching you is driving you crazy.
your arousal smears lewdly over his desk as you chase the release with abandon murmuring nonsense from how good it feels.
jungkook on the other hand, is gripping his chair so hard that it cracks beneath his palm as he's palming himself openly as he looks at how your pussy is just begging to be fucked and he grins sickly because he's shocked himself at how long he's held back from just taking that sweet little cunt.
“you're going to cum just like this aren't you? just because you want my cock so bad that you're looking for other ways to relieve yourself?” he questions angrily.
“yes koo, i need you so much.”
you sob, your head falling back as the pleasure crests higher and your hips stutter, clit throbbing wildly.
“uh… uh… uh…”
leaves you as you circle your hips slightly so the edge remains pressed against your clit rubbing it up and down in a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. you drool and sputter and you feel so pornographic.
“cum for me angel.”
his voice breaks slightly from his own restraint.
“show me how much of a bad girl you are so every time i sit there i remember how desperate my wife was for my cock that she came just from humping the table like a needy little thing.”
he bares his teeth as his own hips shift to his hands. he squeezed his cock hard as his words push you over the edge.
you cum with a keening cry as your body trembles so hard that you let out hiccupping wails, your pussy clenching hard around nothing and gushing around the corner, some spilling forward on his desk. you're gasping for air as your body sags forward and you almost fall on top of the desk, your forehead pressing against it.
tears stream down your face from the overwhelming feeling yet the frustration didn’t go away, nothing would help until it was jungkook finally taking your virginity.
jungkook looks wild on the other end, animal need in his eyes as his cock twitches from all the pent up frustration of the past few weeks and he didn’t want to cum with his own hands on his cock. the only time he will cum is when he's inside you.
he looks at the corner which is soaked with you as you still pant as your pussy gapes emptily and quivers, the sight makes him bare his teeth and he just knows that he won't be letting anyone touch the desk afterwards.
he's possessive like that.
he wants no one around anything that his wife touched and heck, he was even jealous of the table because you humped against it instead of him.
“listen to me carefully angel…”
his voice sounds mocking but full of dangerous intentions as you turn your head to meet his on the call, his face closer now.
“be ready, i’m coming home in a few hours.”
“and baby?”
he makes sure to look at you directly in the eye, looking almost angry and it makes your pussy pulse at just his look.
“be prepared because you aren’t leaving my bed for the entire night.”
he ends the call abruptly after that as his dark promise rings in your ears like a taunt and also like a warning of a predator before it pounces at the prey.
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“The human mind is self-conscious in the sense that it is essentially reflective… A lower animal’s attention is fixed on the world. Its perceptions are its beliefs and its desires are its will. It is engaged in conscious activities, but it is not conscious *of* them. That is, they are not the objects of its attention. But we human animals turn our attention on to our perceptions and desires themselves, on to our own mental activities, and we are conscious of them. That is why we can think about them.”
— Christine M. Korsgaard, The Sources of Normativity
synopsis: in which married couple park sunghoon and park y/n are on their way to court to divorce when they suddenly get into a car crash, losing their memories entirely. over time, they start to fall inlove with each other all over again.
genre: angst, exes to lovers + strangers to lovers (ynhoon are soulmates your honor!!) fluff
“You are the most immature person I have ever met!” You shout, “I should’ve never married you in the first place!”
“Finally, something we can both agree on.” Sunghoon seethes, and you just know the taxi driver is uncomfortable by the way he’s awkwardly looking in the car mirror.
The both of you crossed your arms stubbornly, huffing like little children who just threw a tantrum.
The only reason why you and Sunghoon were getting a divorce in the first place was because he was so busy at his office, inheriting the CEO position from his father just months earlier.
You felt lonely, and it really didn’t help that Sunghoon didn’t give you any reassurance because he was too tired.
“Aish, why is this red light taking so long?” Sunghoon angrily mumbles underneath his breath.
“Well maybe it’s your negative energy.”
“Can you be mature once in your life?” Sunghoon snaps back.
The taxi driver, very annoyed with the both of you, continues driving when the light turns green.
Then all of a sudden, a car rams through the intersection, crashing directly into the taxi.
You scream, and Sunghoon instantly puts his arms around your frame, shielding you.
Then, all goes black.
For a second, you could see the day that you and Sunghoon got married.
It was a Sunday, at the beautiful church nearby Sunghoon’s parents house, and you were wearing what Sunghoon called the most beautiful dress he’d ever seen. It was plain white, but long and so beautifully designed that it didn’t need any other colors.
When you arrived at the altar, Sunghoon had bursted into tears. Some of his friends, Jake, who had traveled all the way from Australia to attend, patted the boy on back as comfort.
That day was nonetheless the happiest day of your life. You don’t know if Sunghoon feels the same, and looking back, it feels like such a shame that you’re throwing it all down the drain.
❀﹐
BLEEP. BLEEP.
Your body jolts awake, head practically killing you with the amount of ache it produced as you tried to sit up.
“Patient is up!” The nurse says before walking into your room with a tray. “Good morning, are you feeling okay?”
You raise your hands to touch your head, which was bandaged by some soft tissue material.
“Where am I?” You say, looking around the room. You spot a unknown man groggily getting up, and for a second, you can’t help but notice how handsome he was.
That was besides the point, though.
“You’re in the hospital.” The nurse says, smiling softly. “Do you remember the events leading up to this?”
“I.. I don’t remember anything, actually.”
The nurse still smiles at you reassuringly. “It’s alright lovebug, it seems as though you two have lost your memories.”
“Us two?” You question.
“Yes.” She points to the guy on the other bed right next to you who just looked like he woke up from death. He too looked badly injured like you, having a broken hand and bandage around his head. “Park Sunghoon-ssi was in the same car as you and got injured as well.”
Park Sunghoon. Why did that name sound so familiar?
“Well since you're both awake," she said, relief evident in her voice. "You've been in an accident. Do you remember anything Sunghoon-ssi?”
Sunghoon shook his head slowly. "No... I don't remember anything."
The nurse nodded, sympathy in her eyes. “It's not uncommon for victims to lose their memories after a traumatic accident. Memory loss can be temporary. Just focus on resting for now.”
The nurse leaves the room, leaving you and Sunghoon alone.
“She said we were in the same car together,” you say slowly. “But I really can’t remember what you are to me.”
Sunghoon shrugs. “Me either. All I remember vividly is my parents. You must’ve been an acquaintance of mine, then.”
You nod, stretching your limbs. “You got more injured than me.”
He lets out an airy chuckle, lifting his broken arm which was in a cast into the air. “Yep, broken arm.”
You want to remember so badly what had happened leading up to all of this. What were you doing? Where were you going, and why were you with this Park Sunghoon guy in the first place?
“What did you get for breakfast?”
Sunghoon breaks the silence between the two of you, and you slowly look down at the tray in front of your bed.
“Uh, the nurse got me tiramisu and oatmeal.”
“Tiramisu?” Sunghoon’s mood automatically brightens up. “Can we please switch sweets? I really love tiramisu.”
You laugh at his childlike behavior, but nod anyway. “I’ll bring it to you Sunghoon, wait.”
You don’t know why, but it feels so right saying his name. Sunghoon must’ve felt the same way, because he swore his mouth went dry at you calling out his name.
You carefully make your way out your hospital bed, making sure not to accidentally detach any monitors that were attached to you. Grabbing the tiramisu cup, you make your way over to Sunghoon, who’s already shaking in excitement.
Then you make your way back, opening the lid of your oatmeal bowl.
“I may not know what happened in the accident,” Sunghoon says. “But I know this tiramisu is so fucking good.”
You shake your head, laughing at his words. “Yah Sunghoon, you think we were best friends before all of this?”
“Maybe.” He mutters, the mascarpone cheese of the tiramisu leaving a mark on the side of his lips.
“Well our humor is alike.” You say. “Would explain why we were in the same car together. Maybe we were going out to lunch.”
The rest of the day was spent with Sunghoon and you cracking jokes then and there, the awkwardness of the two of you being strangers quickly faded.
❀﹐
The next day, you were given tiramisu once again while Sunghoon was given cookies.
You descended from your bed, once again, and gave the tiramisu cup to Sunghoon while you grabbed his bag of cookies.
“You know what’s funny?” You say, biting into the warm chocolate chip cookie.
“What?” He says, although it’s muffled from the amount of tiramisu he’s stuffed into his mouth.
“Yah, you gotta stop doing that, it’s gross.”
Sunghoon sticks his tongue out at you, which makes you giggle.
“We’re both Parks, isn’t that funny?”
“Huh,” Sunghoon looks up at the ceiling, thinking for a brief second. “Park Sunghoon and Park Y/N. That is funny.”
Maybe both of your humors are broken because you hit your head too hard during the crash, but even though you were at the hospital, you’re glad you have someone like Sunghoon to keep you company.
“Do you want to watch the stars with me tonight at the balcony?” You ask the boy, who nods softly.
“I’d love to, actually.”
And that’s what the two of you did. By the time it hit 10pm, you two tiptoed out to the balcony, making sure to not let any of the night nurses see you.
“Whoaaa, it’s beautiful.” Sunghoon says, letting his broken arm lean against the railing. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
You smile, leaning your head on Sunghoon’s shoulder.
“Sunghoon.” You say, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not sure what we were before the accident,” you stop for a second. “But I’m glad we knew each other.”
Sunghoon turns his head to look down at your face, his expression morphed into a genuine smile. “I’m glad we knew each other too Y/N.”
That night, you slept the most compared to the other nights at the hospital. In your dreams, you see Sunghoon—only instead of being at the hospital bed right beside you, he’s in the kitchen, wearing a black suit.
“You look nice today.”
“Thank you baby.” Sunghoon leans down to give you a kiss on the lips. “Is that tiramisu?”
You nod, your eyes full of love. “Of course, you’ve been working so hard so I decided to make your favorite.”
He wraps his arms around your waist, letting the two of you swing back and forth slowly. “Thank you my love, I seriously don’t know what I would do without you.”
You woke up in a cold sweat, the dream feeling all too real.
“What’s wrong?” Sunghoon says, and you swore your heart almost leaped out of your chest, not expecting the brunette boy to be awake.
“It’s 2am, why are you even awake?” You say croakily, hands coming to rub your tired eyes.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugs. “Hey, I had a really weird dream just now.”
“Me too.” You say, “you were in it.”
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t further question it. “You were a lawyer in my dream, you just graduated from Seoul University. We bought a house, and you told me you wanted to continue with your career.”
At least his dream was somewhat normal, you think. I can’t just tell him I dreamt of us being together and being all lovey dovey. He’d be thrown into a coma!
“Ah, mine was similar.”
Nice save Y/N.
Sunghoon suddenly gets up from his bed, deciding to sit at the dining table the nurses had brought out for the two of you yesterday night.
“Come sit with me.”
You slowly creep out of your bed, sitting on the empty seat next to Sunghoon.
Suddenly, you’re hit with a sudden pounding headache.
“You’re the worst, Sunghoon!” You scream on the top of your lungs, “I hate you! I hate you!”
“Stop screaming!” He grabs your arms gently, eyes directly looking into yours. “Y/N-ah, stop it.”
“So I’m Y/N to you now?” Your voice breaks. “No more baby or love? Am I just another person to you Sunghoon?”
“Of course not, why would you say that?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep inhale. “Let’s just talk about this calmly, okay?”
“What’s there to talk about? You are never home, you’re always cooped up in your office! We might as well get a divorce!”
Sunghoon’s hold on your shoulder makes you snap out of your daze.
“Hey, you okay?” He says concernedly, “you were breathing heavily.”
“What?” You gasp. “Yeah—yeah, I’m okay. I just think I had a flashback.”
“Really? What was it?”
You don’t want to tell Sunghoon that it was the two of you fighting. Why did you even mention divorcing in the flashback? Were you and Sunghoon something more than just friends?
“Just the crash.” You say. You want to tell him the truth, you really do, but you’re not sure if these were hallucinations from how hard your head was hit during the trauma or if they were actual flashbacks.
“Well, I’m here.” Sunghoon whispers reassuringly. “I’ll always be here. We survived a car crash together anyway, we’re kinda bonded to each other.”
You laugh, smacking him on his shoulder softly. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe.”
❀﹐
“Do you remember what your passion was before all of this?” Sunghoon asks, peeling his orange with his injured hand.
“I haven’t really thought about it,” you say, “l think I really would’ve liked becoming a mother. I love kids, the thought of them makes me happy.”
“I think you would be a great mother.” Sunghoon says quietly. “Even though we don’t know each other much, I can tell you’re loving.”
You look down at your lap, trying to suppress the bright smile forming at the corner of your lips.
“Thanks Hoonie.”
“Hoonie?”
Your eyes widened. “I’m sorry! Did I make you uncomfortable? I should’ve not—”
“It’s okay Y/N,” he chuckles. “It’s fine. I like it.”
You can’t help but laugh along with him. “Okay.”
The next few days go by quickly, with you and Sunghoon already warming up to each other.
You were both comfortable enough to speak your thoughts freely around one another, no matter how silly or ridiculous some of them seemed.
When the nurses brought you two breakfast, Sunghoon almost dropped his fork in shock.
“They gave me tiramisu.” He says, eyes glistening with joy. “They finally gave me tiramisu.”
“I don’t know why you’re so excited.” You snicker jokingly. “You’ve been eating my tiramisu this entire week.”
He turns around to look at your tray, which had a bag of snickerdoodle cookies on it.
With shaking limbs, he makes his way over, handing the tiramisu cup to you and swapping it with your cookies.
“I thought you hated snickerdoodle cookies, Hoon?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.
“I do.” He admits. “But you’ve given me your tiramisu all week, I wanted you to have mine this time.”
Your heart swells at that, and you point your spoon at him accusingly.
“Yah, is this because you want my chocolate pudding at dinner?” You joke.
“Pffft, what? Nooo.” He quickly defends himself. “But if you’re willing to share—”
“Shut up Park Sunghoon!”
“Yes ma’am!”
❀﹐
You don’t know why, but you’re starting to feel giddy whenever you talk with Sunghoon.
Your palms does this thing where it sweats profusely, and your tongue feels like dried sandpaper.
There’s no way you like Park Sunghoon, right? You’ve barely known the guy for two weeks, so why was the heart racing at the thought of him?
“I’ve convinced the nurses to get us two bottles of coca cola,” Sunghoon says, practically jumping up and down as he entered the room.
“Really? Out of all the drinks you could’ve persuaded them to get us, you got us coke.”
“Don’t diss Coca Cola like that!” Sunghoon says, crossing his arms.
Just like Sunghoon had said, the nurse approaches the two of you an hour later, 2 bottles of coca cola in her hands. She hands one to Sunghoon, then to you.
"Enjoy." She says, smile reaching her eyes.
Sunghoon's eyes light up when he opens the bottle and takes a sip. "Ah, for some reason, this feels so nostalgic."
A little memory pops up in his head, one of him playing at the park with his mom and younger sister.
"Sunghoon-oppa! Mom says she brought us coca cola!" The young girl, Yeji, says. "C'mon! Come with me!"
The young Park Sunghoon lets his younger sister take his hand, running towards their mom who was on the other side of the park.
"What's wrong Sunghoon-ssi?" You ask, noticing how his thick eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on the bottle had tightened.
"Huh?"
"You zoned out for a bit."
He chuckles nervously, glancing around the room. "Sorry, I think I just had a flashback." He says. "Park Yeji."
"Who?"
"My younger sister." He explains. "I could see her clearly. I wonder where she is right now."
You too wondered where your family was. Maybe they were too busy to come visit you. You could briefly remember having a younger brother. Jungwon. Yang Jungwon.
"Cheers." He says, mood changing quickly. His canines shined brightly as he smiled, making him look all too gorgeous in your eyes. "To the car crash, for bringing me and Park Y/N together."
You giggle, raising your bottle in the air. "Cheers to the car crash, for bonding me with this weird guy named Sunghoon."
"Yah!"
❀﹐
"Is it weird?"
"Hm?"
It's 11pm, and you and Sunghoon face each other as you're both laying on opposite ends of the room.
"That we've known each other for only a few weeks and I already feel like I've known you for an entire lifetime?"
You smile at his words, shaking your head. "No, I feel the same way Hoonie."
"Would it be stupid to say out loud how much I want to kiss you right now?"
Your mouth almost drops at his boldness, but you quickly shake your head.
Sunghoon takes your silence as approval, sitting up to come over to your side.
He brushes the hair away from your face, leaning in to close the gap between your lips.
When the both of you pull away, you automatically lean in again, the feel of his lips on yours felt so right.
"I love you Sunghoon." You say as you cup his cheeks. "I don't want to fight anymore."
"I know," he whispers. "I love you. Cause even though we were both going down, we were going down together."
"I hate you." You say, a smile playing on your face. "I hate you for being the only person who I can't stay mad at."
"And I love you," he says. "For being there for me, always."
"Sunghoon."
"Hm?"
"I love you."
He smiles down at you, uninjured hand coming to hold yours. "I love you too."
❀﹐
"What?" You say flabbergasted.
The next morning was the date of both yours and Sunghoon's discharge, and both your families decided to come visit.
"You two were married." Your father explains, a bewildered expression on his face. "How could you not know? Was the Park Y/N not obvious?"
"I thought that was just my last name!" You say, defending yourself.
"Your last name is Yang, noona." Your little brother speaks up. It was Jungwon, the same boy you kept seeing in your flashbacks, only this time, his face looks more clear and matured. "It was before you married Sunghoon-hyung."
"You're telling me we got married and divorced?" Sunghoon says, stuttering over his own words.
"Yes son," Sunghoon's mother explains. "Well, not quite exactly. We don't know why you guys wanted to divorce, you kind of shut yourselves out when you were arguing. You didn't officially divorce yet, you got into an accident on the way to court."
That made so much sense now. The flashbacks of arguments between you and Sunghoon, the makeups after the arguments, the cute moments, everything. It started to all click in your head.
"You still share houses and everything, the lawyers had to put your case on hold because you were both hospitalized." Jungwon says. "We were here to pick you up separately, in case you weren't comfortable staying with each other."
"It's fine." You and Sunghoon both say at the same time.
"Are you sure honey?" Sunghoon's mom asks concernedly.
"Yes mom, I'm sure."
The drive home was awkward, you both drove in different cars but to the home you had bought before the accident happened.
"Noona," Jungwon calls out to you. Your parents are still in the car, looking at the scene in front of them.
"Yes Jungwon?"
"Listen, I may not know a lot about love," he says, "but I know what you and Sunghoon-hyung have is real. I could still see somewhere in his eyes that he remembers parts of you and he still loves you whether or not his memories came back or not. I could tell you love him too. I don't know why the two of you decided to divorce but I know you called me crying hysterically because of it. I just think you two needed to talk it out, without the lawyers, without the paperwork. You two are the two most stubborn people I know, but also the two most loving people I know, you wouldn't just leave each other like that."
You want to cry at your younger brother's words, tears already leaking from your eyes. "Thank you Won."
You reach your arms out to hug him, a hug that he instantly melts into. "I love you noona."
"I love you too."
❀﹐
"This isn't what we expected, huh?" Sunghoon says, leaning his head on the marble island in the middle of your kitchen. "This whole time I thought you were my best friend, turns out you were my soon to be ex-wife."
You laugh quietly at the irony of the whole situation. "Whatever we were in the past is in the past Hoon."
He nods. "I can't believe we were going to divorce."
"I can't believe it either."
"You know what my mom told me in the car?" Sunghoon sits up straight to look at you. "The reason I have a broken arm and you don't was because during the crash, I put my arms around yours to protect you. Isn't that funny? Even though we hated each other at that moment, my first instinct was to protect you."
You stay still at that, his words sinking into your brain.
"It's like the universe wanted us to be together." You say quietly.
"Hey Y/N?"
You turn around to face Sunghoon. "Yeah?"
"I'm glad I married you."
Even though you and Sunghoon aren't sure where you stand in terms of relationship, all you know is that you love him, and that is enough for the both of you.
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