Lani Tan

“Youre sick, deranged and insane! I hate you Taehyung!” You screamed, slamming your fist on the table out of anger.

Taehyung, as always, remained calm and collected, nonchalantly sipping on his coffee like this was a casual stormy morning.

It was a shame he was such an attractive man. Thick and healthy long dark hair, dark straight eyebrows, tiger like brown eyes, and heart-shaped pink lips that complimented his warm toned light skin.

How could he stay so calm after what he did? You should be calling the cops on him. You should be leaving. Luckily, that was your plan. Right?

Standing up slowly from the dining table with his bitter, black coffee still in hand, Taehyung pouted at you innocently with his pretty lips before stepping closer to your smaller form. He then carefully placed his steaming coffee on the table you abruptly slammed before tauntingly staring down at you, face to face.

“I'm leaving!-” You shouted, having enough of his silly games. Why doesn't he ever take you seriously? Why doesn't he realise how terrifying what he did was?

But before you could truly step away, escape him for good, a rough hand circled tightly around you wrist like a cold and crushing cuff.

“Get the fuck off me!” You yelled, trying to yank your hand back from his dangerous grasp. Taehyung only chuckled and yanked you flush into his chest, silencing your complaints.

“The fact you think you could ever leave me, jagiya… It's funny.” He whispered against the top of your hair. He then inhaled your scent and let out a soft but ragged groan. He wasn't mad you tried to leave him because he knew he'd never let you.

“Get away from me! Killer. I hate you!” You screamed into his intoxicating chest. He smelt good, too good. Like one spray of his most expensive cologne. Your weakness.

Taehyung couldn't care less about your insult and continued to feign innocence with a mocking pout on his pretty heart shaped lips. He stroked your hair with the hand that was not painfully cuffed to your wrist.

“Oh but jagiya~ You said you loved me last week.”

“That was before you killed my ex!” You angrily yelled, getting the strength to get your face away from his hard best.

Silence.

“I did it for you. You know this.” Taehyung almost whispered, his voice getting scarily quiet.

“But you didn't have to kill him! You're crazy!” You doubled down, but you were quite wary of what Taehyung would do when you pushed him over the edge.

“Jagiya.” He deeply grumbled, slightly raising his voice while his expression started to shift from mocking to cold on his handsome face. Taehyung got the point. He killed someone you once knew. He’s a killer. But he honestly couldn't care less. Everything went out of the window when it came to you.

“Dont call me that!” You angrily yelled, volume of your voice almost shaking the room. Taehyung as per usual, didnt flinch once.

“I call you what I want because you're mine.” He gritted angrily through his teeth, grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. You couldnt take it anymore. You hated him and you had to do something about it.

You used all of your strength to aggressively push him into a nearby chair and attempted to choke him. Taehyung pulled you down on top of him, his grip not loosening on your wrist once.

Oh no this was bad. How did you end up here, on his lap, right on top of his crotch area as if you were ready to bounce on his shaft like you’re life depended on it?

He slowly slid his two thick fingers under the waist band of your panties and with no hesitation, felt the increasing wetness between your folds. Pleased with the evidence, he smiled to himself.

“Youre disgusting. So soaked for me.” He taunted before taking those same two fingers and sucking on them deliberately slow to mess with you. Even you were suprized with how wet you were, the white like mucus coating his pointer and middle finger.

“But you taste divine.” He teasingly said with a grin, whispering as if it was another secret between you two.

“I need more of it…Now.” He lowly growled with a wicked smile. With ease, he lifted you up and carried you with your legs around his waist before gently plopping you don on the near by soft grey couch, a contrast from his grip on your wrist.

“Lay down on the couch for me.” Taehyung asked with a whisper. You couldnt belive yourself but you decided to listen

“Good girl. Lift your hips.”

Once again you did as told and watched him pull down your pants and underwear with ease. Now your bottom half was bare and exposed to the air and his dark gaze.

Taehyung chuckled before leaning closer to your core, teasing you almost. As he spoke, his breath fanned against your soaked pussy.

“You say you hate me. Yet youd let me do this.”

He flatened his long tongue on your clit, instantly causing your hips to depravely jerk.

He began sucking on your clit with sloppy, quick sucks, as if he was starving for your taste yet also punishing you for trying to leave him. Never in a million centuries would he let you leave.

It wasnt getting in trouble for killing your annoying ex that he was worried about. You were his everything. The only one who stayed. The one who said she would love him forever.

Never taking his nasty, slimy tongue off your now throbbing and wet clit, he slowly inserted two thick fingers into your cunt and curled them up with precision

“You can’t hate the person who knows your body best.” As he spoke, his voice was muffled against your pussy and the vibrations from his ragged voice pulled you closer to the edge.

You couldn’t even argue back with him because his fingers curled and found that spot, causing another pathetic involuntary jerk of your hips and a loud moan from your lips.

His own hips pathetically pressed against the couch and his ears went pink. Your moans of pleasure only fueled his determination to suck you dry, so he continued to work with rough licks, up and down on your cunt as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you, you getting tighter with each motion.

You desperately grinded your body against his face and he chucked against your dripping pussy, grinding against the couch himself to seek that friction he needed for his throbbing cock. The pleasure he was giving you was building scarily fast for someone you claimed to hate.

“Mmhm~ Use me. That's my nasty girl.”

He gripped your hips with his large cold hands to help guide you. He didn’t care if he had trouble breathing, he wanted all of you on his face. Suddenly, your body shakes and you cried out a moan. He had to take a deep, quick breath so he cum with you.

His eyes never left your face as he intensely and almost intrusively watched you shake and orgasm from his mouth alone. You wanted to leave him. You wanted to make him pay for the things he did. But instead? You were busy squirting all over his face and making a mess on the expensive couch, soaked legs shaking from his tongue and fingers alone.

Min Yoongi is the notorious threat of Daegu. He’s ruthless, terrifying and cold at work. He has power and unimaginable wealth that was passed down from the legacy of the Min clan…but at home with you, he’s almost like a soft and old cat. Sleepy. Quiet. Observant. Grounding.

Mafia! Yoongi would honestly just lay back and watch in silent adoration as you release your energy into the house because you’re his home that he loves. I imagine his main love language to be quality time and acts of affirmations.

If you had something to share with him, no matter how personal, nerdy or ‘girly’ it may be, he would listen, actually listen and come up with some smart, old head advice that makes you remember why you fell for him.

Even if Yoongi was your age, like literally sand year and everything, he would still have that old soul that he was half born with, half adapted with his kind of life. It’s not like he was a nepo baby with no problems, he more so knew his life was constantly at risk and would never say consistent.

Mafia! Yoongi is naturally productive, so he often studied things I would assume to be philosophical things (that’s so more Namjoon though) and mainly musical art (giving that one weaverse live where the real Yoongi played his guitar). That’s just what I think mafia Yoongi would take interest in.

Mafia Yoongi would 100% listen to white noise or jazz music to stay calm and collected, but when he thinks he’s home alone, you’ll catch him listening to cute anime openings because that’s his guilty pleasure.

When you guys are watching a movie and there is a sex scene, he’s definitely the type to cover his eyes in silent horror despite probably seeing way worse things in his line of work. He’d also cover his eyes when you walk out the shower naked because he’s not sure if you’d feel uncomfortable with him looking despite well…everything you’ve guys done.

If you were blasting music or annoying him, he’d whine in a high out of character voice, pleading for you to turn it off or cut it out. And when you don’t listen, he just rolls his eyes, glares at you and someway, somehow, naps through it. He’d never look at you with his “cold mafia” stare, because he just can’t. He’d never be harsh on you,

I bet when Mafia! Yoongi sleeps (which is a lot), he looks much younger, less stressed. His pale skin glows more in the night. His pretty smile lines don’t show at all when his face is resting. His round face looks more pure and cute, almost edible (idk why I’m thinking that but here we are). He’s not frowning when he sleeps. Instead, his pretty rose lips pout as he dreams of hopefully non traumatizing things.

Speaking of dreams, this may be a stretch but I think when you, his wife are sleeping next to him, he dreams of stupid things like cats and trees and what not. When you’re not around for whatever reason, he will dream of the lives he’s lost or the lives he’s directly taken, ruined because of his role in the Mafia. He wakes in a cold sweat from those because he carries the guilt as any human would. Plus, you make him want to be better.

Mafia! Yoongi would definitely sleep-talk random incoherent things. Probably your name, his pet name for you (jagiya), or maybe…just maybe, he meows. Deep meows.

And I have a feeling he doesn’t snore, or he used to but trained himself to stop snoring loudly so your sleep and go more smoothly despite him technically needing more sleep than you.

When shopping, he appreciates how you usually don’t go crazy with his money, but he always makes sure you remember that you’re his wife and you can spend his money however and whenever.

Imagine that you’re mad at him for something stupid and briefly left the house to cool off. Then you come back home and see just a ton of plushies and apology notes on the bed alongside a pretty Yoongi resting on the floor. Yes, this man is on the floor for you, tear stains on his cheek and everything. People would be stunned if they found out the Min Yoongi could cry.

I’m sure he gets possessive and jealous, just in subtle ways. Like if someone were to talk about you, bring up the topic of you, it’ll be the one time he’s fully invested in the conversation instead of doing his own thing. People honestly walk egg shells when talking about you because they could say anything remotely disrespectful and Yoongi will fuck them up.

Say something too nice, too flirty and he will purposefully make everyone in that room uncomfortable.

It’s actually one of the very few times he ever truly smiles in public… And his real smile at that. The cute and gummy one.

Him just seeing the way people react when he, so out of character, animatedly talks about the places you kissed him or how much he spends on you or how aggressive you can be when showing affection like it’s nothing, makes him almost giggle. Yoongi didn’t even know he could giggle.

During arguments, he never raises his voice or insults you personally. The meanest thing he’ll say in the heat of the moment is something like, “you’re being ridiculous.” Or “please.” He’d also never hurt you, which is the bare minimum, but it’s such a different action coming from someone people always title as “soo violent” and “soo ruthless”

I bet when he gets horny and needy, his eyes go all big, pleading, submissive for a man in such a role of dominance and he uses your waist as a scratching post. He also doesn’t realize that he’s desperately humping your thigh and letting out whimpers that a Mafia man should never know how to make, but here is your Yoongi.

He also would have a weird thing for your legs. Like hairy or shaved or whatever, he just likes your legs and would often kiss them when you’re sleeping as a way to express his undying love for you…

When you’re needy for him, he doesn’t like to make you wait since he knows exactly how it feels when you purposefully edge him or watch him suffer in his own cock’s needs. He quickly gives you what you need because he’s serving his queen.

Mafia! Yoongi would show up to intense yet important meetings with your hickey marks just all over his neck and nobody would say anything since people are so scared of him. So many hickeys on his pale neck and thick arms almost indicate he’s submissive in bed, causing people to wonder about how he really is at home and is he truly the man that people rumor him to be. Luckily, his sharp stare quickly shuts them up.

Your husband actually prefers eating you out. He loves the way you taste on his tongue and how easy it is for him to make you cum. He pays close attention to every sound you make, every thing that makes you shake, whatever it is that gets you close to the edge. He risks his own sanity though, because whenever he’s tongue deep in you, he’s just desperately hard and throbbing in his pants like he will finish before you.

One good way to cheer him up after a long day is when you give him head. Specifically in the car where he just shoots ropes of cum almost endlessly. In your mouth, on the windshield, on the steering wheel. Of course he pulls over the minutes your mouth is around his girthy flesh. You just loved doing things to him in the car though.

Just something about how the windows fog, his echoing high moans of pleasure throughout the vehicle, the way he gripped the steering wheel for dear life as his thighs violently shook. Just the sight of you, mouth full of his girthy mess, head bopping up and down just for him, mentally has him undone and that sight alone can keep him hard for hours.

Mafia! Yoongi would sooo not keep in touch with his family. They’re either high expectational dicks or simply annoying as fuck. Like “are you going to give us more family?” “Does your wife even cook and clean?” “Are you doing well keeping the Min clan in check?” They definitely contributed to why his first impression comes off so cold and quiet. But you know the real him. The cat like version.

Five years ago when you both started dating, you guys agreed to wait until marriage before having any sexual intercourse. It was Namjoon’s idea.

Though he wasn’t exactly Christian, he told you that he believed sex was something meant for exclusive love only and therefore wanted to marry first to see if things were real…before getting in you.

Kim Namjoon was always a smart man and his reasoning was usually logical and fair enough, but this alone was really tough for you, especially since he’s always been quite the hottie.

You honestly wanted nothing more than to dig your nails deep into his thick bare biceps and let him ruin you.

181 cm yet feels much taller, grown out buzzed dirty-blonde dyed hair, plump full lips like a cute heart, thick straight brows, observant dragon eyes that you yearned to see the world through, strong and tanned cozy sleeper build. Great for cuddling. Super sexy man.

And on top of that, he was wise, understanding, respectful and disgustingly reliable. He often read books or brainstormed lyrics since he did songwriting on the side.

Namjoon was always committed to the things he loved and you loved that about him. He was also a leader at heart but had a compassionate side that loved nature, animals and the simplicity of life.

Nevertheless, you guys carried through successfully with his wishes and were very excited to see the outcome.

You knew you wanted to be with him forever and therefore, knew this day would eventually come the minute he said his ramen and chill was just ramen and chill until marriage.

Now, that long awaited day has finally arrived and you were more than excited, practically bouncing around in your wedding gown just to bounce on him more in the bedroom.

As you both walked into the booked hotel that midnight, still in your wedding attire as you both had left the venue, you giggled and skipped happily while eagerly grabbing your newlywed’s sweaty hand.

Wait, sweaty hands? Why was Namjoon still on edge?

In fact, he’d been like this all day.

Before, you’d assumed it was because he was getting married. Marriage can be scary and stressful, especially for someone like the groom.

But now, it was different.

Now, it was just the two of you like always. You and Namjoon. No family was around this time. No friends with cameras were watching.

So, why was he still worried?

Maybe he’s just nervous about having sex for the first time. A normal reaction for something new. You didn’t blame him. This was indeed his first time since he’s been waiting.

But couldn’t he just trust you to help? Couldn’t he also just back out if he wanted?

He should know that you're his wife and wouldn't force him to do anything out of his comfort.

When you both entered the fancy hotel room, his vibe was radiating off even more distant and closed off energy. This was so unusual for him on y’all’s wedding night and he only did this when he was mad at you or hiding something.

You reached for his hand to reassure him, but Namjoon subtly pulled away to get the door.

He was a shy man at heart, but right now, he was obviously hiding something from you.

Curious, you decided to slow down and ask him what was wrong.

“Hey, Joonie.”

You said softly while you placed a hand on his tense right shoulder. You wanted to show him that you meant no harm. No judgement. He could open up to you if he felt uncomfortable.

The large Namjoon flinched and avoided your gaze like a cute clumsy bear.

“Uhm y-yes, love?”

You sighed, realizing just how on edge he truly was still. Choosing to jump to the conclusion and assume your suspicions were correct, you offered something that you thought would hopefully calm his jumpy nerves.

“We really don't have to do anything if you don't want to.”

You spoke to him gently, never taking your hand off his large yet tense shoulder.

Namjoon let out a quiet, deep breath before slowly allowing his dragon eyes to meet yours. They were the darkest of brown and had their kind of large, doe vulnerable gaze that made him look like a nervous little koala instead of a strong man.

“Love, it's not a-about that. It has nothing to do with that actually…” His stuttering deep voice trailed off, leaving silence between you two.

“Then what is it about Namjoon!” You nagged, getting frustrated with him. What could wrong that he was so on edge when you were trying to stay happy for their wedding night??

He quickly sensed your growing frustration and decided to get straight to the point. Namjoon muttered something that sounded like a curse, or a prayer under his breath before he fumbled with the belt of his pants.

You stood there with nothing to say, confused about what he was doing but trusting his motives.

Namjoon undid his leather belt, tossed it onto the hired carpet, and suddenly pulled his pants down to his feet.

You stifled a laugh. What even was his plan at this point?

Namjoon noticed your reaction but chose to ignore it. He was too nervous to even care about your amusement in his unexpected actions.

His black Calvin Klein underwear was then visible, which he quickly pulled down to his feet as well.

“Namjoon, what are you doing?-“

Out sprang his half soft about 8 inch cock, but it wasn't any normal cock, it was robotic like, mixed with metal and human flesh, even having a button on the side to power on. He also had two large metal balls for testicles. You gasped, not able to hide your interest and curiosity.

Namjoon sighed at your wide eye reaction, mistaking it for fear and disgust. The humiliation and embarrassment was clear in his tone as he spoke,

“This…This here, is my Automatic dick. I hate it but I was born this way. As I got older, the doctors said it wouldn't affect my life socially, only if I chose to become sexually active. Hence, the main reason why I wanted to wait until marriage with you…Baby, I'm so sorry.”

Namjoon looked down at the pants and underwear still below him with shame.

He was deeply insecure about who he was and what he was born with. This made your heart break. You really couldn't care less if Namjoon had an abnormal organ or not, you just wanted to be with him.

Plus, you believed riding something like an automatic dick was a blessing. Gives you what you need and is a mixture of a sec toy and human. It was perfect, big and honestly nothing to be ashamed of.

You sighed, your gaze softening to that safe look Namjoon learned to know so well.

“It’s beautiful.”

Those two words were actually what he needed to hear all his life. So simple for a situation so complex.

Namjoon gave a big sigh of relief and slowly started to relax. His shoulders began to slump and no longer tense. His eyes could stay in contact with yours. His vulnerable monolid eyes started to turn into something gentle that grew with their own.

He was starting to realize that he could finally have you, have someone after waiting for so long. Namjoon wasn’t going to let his insecurity get the best of him, especially when you, his wife, accepted him for all of him.

His now, not so soft, 9 inch automatic dick twitched with curiosity at the thought of having you.

You gripped the soft bedsheets as he slowly and carefully inserted his thick cock into your tight hole. You were laid out on the bed with your legs bare open for him.

No lube or foreplay was needed since you were already dripping like a waterfall from the sight of such a girthy, metal beauty.

His huge, veiny hand held both of your wrist over your head, as his large bare body towered over yours, pushing you harder into the comfortable hotel mattress.

Every stretch caused a whimper to release from your lips and this only allowed Namjoon’s metal piece to throb more and grow more.

He started off with fucking you with just his tip. It was already enough to make you cum since the heat of it all was sending you to another dimension, but you remained holding back.

You saw his lower abs naturally flex as he maneuvered his hips to control his slow thrusts. Namjoon also used his rough hand that wasn’t pining your wrist above, to lightly grip your hips as handles.

For an automatic dick, his tip was so warm, and glistened with pre-cum. It was starting to slip in and out so easily despite its size.

Namjoon’s dragon eyes met yours as he finally pushed and settled most of himself into your warmth.

“Mmm yes you feel so good.”

Namjoon then shyly pressed the small “On” button on his left metal testicle, and his automatic dick started vibrating while remaining deep in you.

“Joonie fuck mmm-“

He bit his lip at the sound you gave him. The hand holding your hip then snaked around to gently rub your clit. Your hips unintentionally jerked at the sensation and you cried his name.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet for me.”

He slowly started to gently thrust into and let out a loud whimper at the grip you gave him.

“G-goodness, ah, my love.”

Namjoon cried out, catching his breath as he kept moving, in and out, struggling to keep his composure as he picked up the pace.

The vibrations would increase the more he moaned.

You guys had just started fucking, yet you already felt his hard cock hitting that deep spot that desperately needed to be reachedinside of you.

Namjoon started to give you a faster pace with deeper thrusts and you gasped.

You were so close to the edge it wasn’t even funny. Your legs were starting to shake with the effort of holding back, but there really wasn’t use with his merciless pounds.

His eyes never left your face because he desperately needed to cherish this moment, needing to see every expression, hear every gasp, feel every squirm and throb.

The claps from his balls against your skin were wet, messy and loud, but not loud enough to drown out your earsplitting moans and his soft pants and occasional whimpers.

“Jagiya- mmff! S-so, mmah, close already…” he deeply panted.

Namjoon leaned his body closer, chest to chest with you. His hands let go of your wrist and you moved your hands to grip his bare muscular back, sinking your nails into his skin.

“Mmm, mark me love. I’m all yours.”

His rapid heartbeat and heavy breaths synced perfectly with yours. You could smell his intoxicating, but resinous scent.

That made you somehow closer. Throbbing. Not being able to hold back your release any longer. In a ragged deep voice, Namjoon panted,

“Just let go for me, baby. Fuck, I got you.”

His words of encouragement were the final straw.

You couldn’t help but violently squirt all over him, entire shaking from the impact. His sharp eyes widened at the sight before lifting his body up, gripping your waist and pressing your shaky body further into the now wet mattress as he continued to relentlessly pound into you, now chasing his own release.

Everything about this long awaited moment was perfect; The way his cock would still maintain its’ vibrations while it pounded into your deepest spots. The rhythm he struggled to maintain while whispering sweet encouraging words. The way he could fuck you perfectly through your orgasm as you desperately rode him for what was left.

You almost orgasmed again. The agressive sounds of the creaking bed, the loud slaps of his metal balls, and the feeling of his pulse beating aggressively against your skin.

Your favorite part of all this though, was the way he would moan, deep and yearning, like all his life he has wanted to experience something as close and intimate as this.

He wasn’t afraid to get loud and messy around you, and you loved that.

Then, it happened.

Namjoon finally broke.

He started to quietly cry, salty tears of pleasure streaming down his soft cheeks as he felt you throb around him, still shaky from your previous orgasm.

It was an automatic dick, but he could still feel your every clench, throb and shake from you. He tried to keep his rhythm steady, but he just couldn’t with all the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

Every-time his thick member slipped out, it was like the perfect kind edge that made your pussy desperately grip for more.

He’s never felt or been in anything like you before. Well of course he hasn’t. All he’s experienced before you was his hand and his pillow at the thought of you.

You would think he would have slowed down after getting emotional, but he only thrusted harder, sharper, like he was angry he was insecure and made you both wait five years to have sex.

Quickly, his balls painfully hardened with the threat to release in you. Your hands shook and nails trailed to his lower back, leaving painful, bruising scratches on his skin.

Then it actually happened.

His legs shook. His grip on your wrists and his grip on your hips grew weak. His pants and moans turned into a pathetic gasp and deep cry. Thick ropes of sticky cum filled the inside of your womb and you could feel the hot substance spread.

Namjoon automatically pulled you close against his large warm chest, grounding body enveloping you completely as he quietly cried into your shoulder, holding onto you like the world would die if he let go.

“Never leave me.” He desperately pleaded with a whisper.

Now, you were older, 21 going on 22, and claimed to yourself that those feelings were long gone, especially after you two grew closer as friends and nothing more…but Jungkook was so pretty…So hot.

Who wouldn’t have a crush on him? Sexy body. Jet black hair in wolf cut. Well-structured and pierced face. He was manly, almost bulky, very sexy but had that cute bunny-like innocence that could drive a girl crazy. The tattoos and piercings only added to the fun. It's almost like the older he got, the more attractive of a man he became.

He couldn’t even hug you normally without you being pressed against his warm abs. It wasn't his fault that he was so well built and kissed by the heavens and sun. You liked the feeling of his large, rough tatted hands displayed on your back…And you liked the breeze of his breath on your neck…

Despite finding him hot as fuck, you knew there was some kind of imaginary boundary line that shouldnt be crossed as you and Jungkook were just friends, he was your brother’s bestfriend and Jungkook was 28, nearing his thirties while you were in your early twenties. 

After the night of the clubbing though, things were changed and lines were crossed.

Though your brother initially joined you both on the clubbing, he left early to visit his girlfriend. Since he did know Jungkook for a long time, he trusted him to behave around you and protect you throughout the party. Little did your brother know, Jungkook was rebellious as hell and was going to start something he knew he couldn't finish.

“Jungkook~,”

Slurred a drunk Taehyung with an evil smile. Taehyung was one of Jungkook’s longterm friends, and though he didn’t realize it, he was about to redirect the friendship you and Jungkook had built.

 A simple dare or drink game was being played between you, Jungkook, Taehyung, and a couple of randoms. Jungkook was deliberately trying not to drink on this night because he was more concerned about an important work related project he had the next day. Jungkook knew he needed to be prepared for that, and drinking would be the worse choice.

“I dare you to kiss Y/n. Dare or drink.”

Most of the people in the drinking circle ‘ooh-ed’. They loved to see people kiss for whatever reason. Some people, likely drunk and unable to contain their reaction, ‘ugh-ed’ in jealousy. If your older brother was here, he would have made you leave. But now, he wasn't currently there to play the role of mother.

Jungkook slowly turned his head to stare at you, assessing you up and down. He was so lustfully hot in his black tanktop and those thick biceps, but his eyes were so soft and pure. Damn boba eyes.

His gaze made you squirm in your high seat. Though you came in a fitting red dress that showed skin in a sexy yet comfortable way for the temperature, Jungkook made your body feel so much more heated than it needed to be.

You were worried that he could sense it all; the way your fingers shook, the way your thighs clenched, the way your panties soaked.  You two were still just friends after all, so why did you feel this way?

Luckily, you were also trying your best to stay sober since you also had a similar important project as Jungkook. If you were already drunk, you probably would have said a few things out loud you shouldn't have. 

Jungkook casually shrugged and bit at his lip per-icing out of habit. 

“I mean, I’m down if she’s down.” He said in his deep velvety voice.

You gasped. Did he really just agree? But-

Jungkook raised a thick pierced eyebrow at you in question, giving you room to reject him if you wanted. 

…

After you only nodded, Jungkook’s dark boba eyes widened before schooling back to his handsome poker face. He twirled at his black hoop ear-ring to think about something. Clearly, he didn't think long and hard about the "kissing as friends" thing.

Your breath hitched, and your pulse quickened as he slowly approached you. Like a tattooed snake surrounding their prey, Jungkook pushed himself up from his seat, circled around to be behind you and whispered low in your ear so that the others watching couldn’t hear. His tattooed arm gripped your shoulder, but it wasn’t control, it was grounding. 

“We could fake a kiss if you’re uncomfortable.”

….

“I want to kiss you.”

"Very well then."

Then with the blink of an eye, he grabbed your arms, spun you around on your high chair to face him, and he devoured you like he was starving for centuries. The people around watched in curiosity and confusion, but nothing else mattered except for you and him, Jungkook. 

When his lips crashed into yours, for a moment you could only feel his long, slimy tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. His cold lip per-icing pressing against your lips, so you impulsively licked the metal and closed your eyes in pleasure once he slurped your tongue back into his mouth, demanding more.

He let out a soft moan and resisted the urge to grind against your chair like a bunny in heat. The sound he made was rough and deep, but you loved the manly vibrations that came with it. 

This passionate makeout went on for a long 10 seconds before you both decided to catch your breaths, hearts racing n all, saliva connected from both mouths. 

You could still taste the aftertaste of his tongue. Something sweet and lip ring metal still on the tip of your tongue.

What you and Jungkook did was not how friends kissed each other, in fact, friends aren't even supposed to kiss. So why in the hell did Jungkook kiss you like that? He kissed you like he was starving, deprived of women's mouths, when in reality, almost everybody wanted him.

Post the tongue sucking Jungkook gave you, you couldn’t help but keep thinking about the way he kissed you. You thought about it so much that your head was spinning, and your body was aching for more of him.

You were basically drunk off of his warm saliva now, constantly thinking back to the way he slid his nasty tongue into your mouth like he owned you, like he wanted to lick more of you, when in reality, you guys were just friends. 

 15 minutes after the Dare or Drink game, it was getting late, so you and Jungkook walked back from the party to the car that night.  He closely followed behind you until you were safely in the car. 

Suddenly, things in the cramped car felt a lot more heated than before. There was not enough room to breathe. You could sense every movement of Jungkook’s large, tatted body like an expensive motion detector. Except a motion detector would alert, you would just grow more wet and your breath would just hitch with every deep breath he took. 

Lord, why did he wear a black tank top and chains today? It was your weakness. You could see every curve of his thick pale biceps and read every tattoo like scripted. You had this urge to kiss all over his flesh and mark his soft skin as yours and- 

Jungkook used his large rough hands to suddenly grab you from your seat and move you on his lap. Now you were straddling him and gazing directly into his boba eyes in this small car. You could feel his hard bulge through his jeans already. From his hardness, flush pierced face and sweaty grip around your waist, Jungkook was feeling the same way you were. The worst part was, you were both sober. 

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, princess?” He asked with a soft smirk. 

“I- Uh…” You were suddenly nervous under his dazed gaze. Jungkook and you were still at the status of friends, and it would complicate everything if these feelings you both were having were expressed out loud. 

You squirmed frantically to move off him but he raised a pierced eyebrow at your action and slid you harder against him, rough hands now gripping your hips as he used his hand to adjust the seat and lean back in his car seat.

This motion caused a bit of your tight dress to rise and the tips of Jungkook’s ears turned red at the sight. He licked his lips in a needy hunger. 

“I need you, princess.”  He deeply whined, his eyes no longer innocent but more dilated and needy. He looked very drunk despite not consuming any alcohol. 

“B-but Jungkook.” You stuttered nervously. There were so many reasons you two shouldn't hookup. He was not just your much older friend, but he was your older brother’s friend. And Jungkook was your fellow worker. Why hookup with him of all the guys? Why not choose a man closer to your age?

“I dont give a fuck. Just let me fuck you. Now. P-please.”

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You should not have let those big innocent boba eyes fooled you, because the way he fucked you was the complete opposite of gentle and pleading. In fact, he pounded into you like he was eternally pissed at how long your brother kept you guys apart for, making you get fucked cowgirl style.

“Mmm…So warm and wet around me, fuck!-” He gritted through his teeth while thrusting into you with sharper hits. Your thighs were starting to shake around his wide hips in the best way.

Jungkook couldn't hold himself back anymore. He tried to slow down and let you control the pace back during it, but he needed you so bad he couldn't take it.

He hated how much your brother annoyingly cock-blocked him from having you. He hated seeing you during work or during simple hangouts and not be able to fuck you infront of everyone like the world was ending.

You didn't know what to grip on to during this car sex you were having. No matter how quick your breaths were, Jungkook’s thrusts were quicker. And they hit heavy, hard and punishing in the best way, He was so large, girthy and wet, so every pound banged into that spot you so desperately needed him to. Every stretch he gave you felt like a reward. 

If your older brother knew about this whole affair, he'd probably have a stroke, ghost you and kill Jungkook. But maybe Jungkook was growing on you, because you liked the thrill, and you liked the thought of your older brother losing his mind. You were a 21 year old woman now, and you could choose whoever you wanted now.   

You indistinctively gripped onto Jungkook’s wavy thick black hair with both hands and a moan erupted from deep in his chest, sending those same vibrations throughout all of your body just like the kiss. He was quite vocal, it was hard to even think with all the sounds he was making. 

“Fuck, fuck, right there yes. You can take more.” He whimpered, trying to stay quiet in the cramped car but was failing miserably. Both of his hands gripped your waist like you were his life line.

The windows were quickly starting to fog up from the heat you and Jungkook were creating in the cramped car. 

He knew that you were close before you did and demanded that you looked into his eyes during it. You struggled to meet his gaze as you knew what you and him were doing was very scandalous.

Jungkook lowly growled in annoyance and suddenly, his large tattooed hand gripped angrily your chin so you couldn't look away from his dark eyes as he remained deep in you, harshly thrusting up from under.

His pounds were more intentional as he knew exactly how your body worked, and he would feel how your pussy was tightly gripping him, on the verge of release. 

You gasped, almost not being able to feel your legs when the orgasm hit you like a tsunami. You disgustingly squirted all over his tanktop and he only smirked in content. 

He continued to fuck you through it, making you ride him slowly while guiding you with one of his large rough hands. 

You could feel how unbelievably hard he was in you and his eyes kept rolling back like he was going to pathetically pass out. His balls were throbbing as if he was some kind of bomb, ready to explode. 

“P-please, please, fucking please can i cum in?”

You didn’t know why, but maybe to be even more scandalous, you said yes. 

Like a volcano, you felt ropes of hot sticky thick cum fill deep into your insides as his thighs violently shook under you. You almost had a second orgasm at the sight and feeling your brother's best friend just gave you. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He cried out loud before yanking you in for an immediate, wet and sloppy kiss.

You kissed him back and bounced on him seeking more of that friction while he was tongue deep.

“Mmm! So greedy…” He grumbled against your lips with a smile. 

DING. DING. DING- DI- DING

“Shit.” Jungkook suddenly hissed as he pulled away to check the cause of sound. It was no other than your brother freaking out and blowing up Jungkook’s phone. 

“Where are you guys??”

“It's like 2am wtf??”

“Coming rn.” 

“Why are you guys still just in the parking lot???”

“You better not have fucked my sister. Ill kill you.”

Jungkook just chuckled and gave that hungry gaze over to you. You played with his earring because why not. 

 “When he comes, you can show him that you're not drunk.”