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As much as your interest is piqued by them you don't make a move or show motivation to look for them. If life so happened to put them your way then so be it. You go on with your life like nothing and occasionally run into the two on separate occasions. Though you're only connected through Hoseok who's your bestfriend since eighth grade.

Hoseok takes you to a kickback a classmate of yours is throwing, the party's pretty chill and you wander around talking to everyone because somehow you know them. Hoseok's probably off getting his dick wet or something but you don't bring yourself to care because you're happy for the man. You choose to sit with a group of people well known for being potheads etc.

"y/nnnnnnnn!" Jackson throws his arm around your shoulder, "Been waiting for you to show out all night where the fuck you been?" He laughs, obviously a little cross faded.

You pat him with a grunt and sit back, "Hoseok wanted to eat before so we went for burgers." You mumble and reach for the joint he's holding in his hand. There's a few people you don't recognize and they're all girls sitting around with the likes of Jooheon and Bobby, even Taehyung's here but you brush his presence off.

To these (most likely freshmen) you're a surprise with how casual you are with them. In fact people knew you as a cool, well "chill" person. You had a reputation as a pothead and was well liked by most people you came across, and if you were feeling more scandalous they'd come to know the guys you hooked up with called you a throat goat. Other than that you were well off in school.

"Heard you was back for the summer," Bobby coughs as he hands his joint off to the person next to him, "where'd you go..?"

You take a long drag from the joint, relishing in the good quality as the smoke fills your lungs. "LA," you curtly reply, "shit's crazier over there." You mumble and let out the smoke after a few minutes.

The boys nod collectively, taking hits alongside you as they leave it at that and turn to give their company attention. You relax into the couch, listening to Jackson's wild rants and ideas about life. Your eyes flicker up occasionally and you see Taehyung staring at you and he pays no mind to the girl kissing up his neck.

You hold the joint in your mouth, sitting up and adjusting your jeans all the while keeping your eyes on him. He's hot and he knows what he's doing. You're unsure whether he's ever heard of you but you know you're a familiar face. Taehyung doesn't move at all and flickers his eyes from your face to your waist, tongue peeking out as he licks his upper lip.

His smug little face and playful smile makes you wanna be the one to sit in his lap, but you aren't no thief. He's a taken man for the night and if he wants you.. well he knows what to do.

You get tired of sitting around and pat Jackson to let him know you're leaving. A chorus of 'byes' echo, and you walk away from the circle with the joint tucked between your lips.

You get a few "hey y/n" as you pass by people dancing and drinking. You wave them off and head to a different area to get yourself a couple shots etc. You join a couple girls who offer some shots to you, and soon enough there's ass being thrown back at you and you're still clinging to the tiny burned out joint between your fingertips.

"Hold on," you mumble and make your way back into the kitchen for some water. A body slides up beside you and you see a familiar fluff of black hair, "Hey.." You mumble to Taehyung.

"Was wondering where you went, Jackson sent me with this for you, said something about it bein' for last week." Taehyung dropped a baggy of pre-rolls next to you on the counter, setting his arm down as he caged you between the fridge and him.

You nod slowly acknowledging the gift and continuing on with your search for some water. It comes as a surprise for you to be interacting with Taehyung. "Thought you were busy, need something?" You mumble out once you feel his chest brush against your back.

His cologne is strong but it suits him and you want to smell some more but in your weed fueled mind you find it weird. "Aren't you friends with Seok? How come he's never introduced us? I'm sure we'd make really good friends.." His voice goes a pitch lower towards the end, raspy from the joint he smoked earlier.

Shivers go down your spine and you lick your dry lips unconsciously. "I am and that makes you only Seok's friend. Not mine." You look up at him feeling nervous cause he's so handsome up close and you wonder how all those girls he fucked could maintain any eye contact at all.

Taehyung chuckles softly at your words, "You're so mean," he hummed, eyes half lidded and smile lazy, "you really don't wanna be my friend? Hm...?" He leaned closer with his face mere inches away from yours.

You stare back, a million of things running through your head all at once. Were his lips as soft as his face looked..? Was he a good kisser? Does he French kiss? You wondered all these things and without hesitating you brought him down for a kiss, smacking your lips against his with your arms around his neck. Damn did it feel good.

Taehyung responded almost immediately, hands going down to grip your waist as his thumbs dug into your hips. You tugged him closer to you with your movements a bit rushed and sloppy from the weed in your system. You're both making out furiously in the kitchen harshly breathing through your noses. He reaches down to cup your ass and give it a squeeze through your jeans, moaning into your mouth because of the fat spilling through his fingers.

He hoists you up onto the counter, pulling back to attack your neck with a flurry of kisses. You pant softly and bury your hands in his soft hair to ground yourself. He pulls you closer, dragging you to the edge of the counter and pressing his crotch against yours. You can feel the thick bulge hidden away in his pants, you whine quietly and reach down to stroke him through his jeans.

"Tae," you breathlessly mutter, "fuck me.."

Taehyung grunts softly and grinds his hips into small circles, "My car's parked out in the front, let's go?" He breathes out against your lips, hands already slipping into your jeans and cupping your soft ass cheeks in his hands, idly squeezing the bubbly flesh.

"No," you pull back and stare into his eyes, "right here. Right now." You purred licking his lip as you watched his face morph into one of surprise and shock. He looked like he didn't believe you, so you showed him exactly what he was asking for when he decided to mess with you.

The whole school that night watched in awe as Taehyung pounded you raw on that very counter in front of everyone. People knew you were bold bold and didn't give a shit about anyone's opinions but not Taehyung. He went home still in shock, refusing to even talk about it with Jungkook (who you learned very much later on was his roommate).

It's all his friends talk about and they even make fun of him for it. They say you slut Taehyung out in front of everyone, out freaking him in what he did best. Fucking. He didn't say anything to argue with them. It was true, and now that he had a taste of you he didn't want to stop.

Shit only gets better from there as you and Taehyung see each other more and more. He's obsessed with you at this rate, you ruined any form of sex he liked and all he could do was hope you were free and down to see each other. He was lucky because you were very much enthusiastic to indulge the man.

Something you loved about Taehyung was the way this man gave head, you could lay there for hours with his head between your thighs. It was an added bonus the things he could do with his tongue that had you creaming and shaking.

It feels like time slows down as the heavy pleasure weighs down on you. Your lips part in a silent 'o' as your shaky hands come down to grip his soft curly locks. He's got one hand gripping the back of your knee, lifting your leg up in the air while the other mindlessly floats in the air to get that angle. Your panties are strewn around your dangling ankle and you're wearing only one of Taehyung's old band t-shirts you found on his bed.

Taehyung makes a loud slurping noises and his saliva coats your plump and swollen clit. You push his side a little to the side and sigh loudly when a new wave of pleasure hits you. "There.." You mumble breathily, holding his head in place as your hips grind in slow small circles against his tongue.

He doubles his efforts and lets out a soft moan as the vibrations make your hips jump. He practically smothers his face in your cunt and moves his head side to side with his lips firmly attached to your clit. You let out a broken cry, back arching forward as you went stiff. You desperately pushed your hips up against his mouth and breathily whined because it felt soo good and he was hitting all the right spots.

Taehyung reached with his free hand to slide at least two fingers into the creamy mess as he pushed them in with a audible squelch. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, chest heaving as you throw your head back and stare up at the ceiling because Taehyung knocks the air out of you. He doesn't start the pace slow, no, he immediately plunges both fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. He's got them curled so he hits that special place inside of you.

You melt against the sheets and moan louder because he's sucking on your clit and pairing it with his perfectly timed strokes. You let go of his hair and grab on to the pillows with breathless moans and whines, "God Tae, fuck keep going," you moan and let your head roll back on to the pillow, "gonna cum.."

He can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers and he grins softly against your wet folds. He pulls back to watch your blissed out face as you squirm on the sheets below him. He doesn't stop jabbing his fingers upward, pace getting faster and faster until he sees the familiar quiver of your thighs. "Cum," he grins as he places a hand on your pelvis and holds you down, "get 'em nice and wet... Bet you won't even need lube cause you got a sloppy little cunt, 's drooling for me, beggin' for me to put my cock in and fuck you stupid."

You let out a long moan at his words and feel your clit throb as your orgasm slowly hits. You're left utterly breathless, heart beating a little too hard in your chest as you try and get his hand to stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and only slows down when he sees that the overstimulation is hitting. "Gonna take my cock like a good little slut?" He asks as he taps the tip against your drenched folds.

"Mmhm." You nod and open your shaky legs even further, "I don't want it slow Tae," you mumble softly though the way your eyes droop tell another story.

Taehyung laughs under his breath and hooks your legs around his hips, he leans over your body and pumps his cock through the mess you made. "Want it hard?" He croons softly, "And how's that? You can barely even stay awake."

You hummed, "Fuck me slow then, gonna relax." You softly say and bring your hand down and join his as you stroke his hard throbbing cock. You take his cock and position it at your messy pussy, biting back a moan as he slowly rolls his hips forward. "Fuck.." You sigh.

Taehyung's in bliss his lips fall open as he moans quietly, the sound that comes from your pussy has his mind reeling. He takes ahold of your hips and holds you nice and steady as he begins to roll his hips forward. You lick your dry lips and set your hands next to your head as you grip the pillow. Your pussy's a little sore from the rough fingering but this slow pace makes up for it.

He pants quietly as he quickens his pace but never fully presses into you. He doesn't quite pound you but the pace is fast enough that it leaves you out of breath. You reach down to gentle rub at your clit in slow small circles, eyes locked on Taehyung's as he fucks you. He's biting his lip, focusing on the way you rub yourself and the way his cock slides in and out.

There's a ring of white cream that comes when Taehyung pulls out, he slows down to watch the way your pussy creams some more. His breath stutters as he reaches down to smear around his cock before he pushes his hips to the hilt and stays there balls deep within you. You softly moan at the feeling of him being all the way inside of you, "Mmm-right there..." You lift your hips up to lazily rut against him, "Shit-"

Taehyung hisses softly, "Hold on baby," he pulls out swiftly and lays down next to you, patting your thigh as a signal, "get on baby, ride me like you mean it."

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cream coated cock, you want to lick it all up but you suppose maybe afterwards. "Lay all the way back," you mumble and throw your leg over his waist as you straddle him, "like that." You grab his cock once more and hover over it as you push down with a long quiet moan.

Taehyung's eyes fall shut and he rolls his head back as he squeezes your ass in appreciation. You bite your lip and pick yourself up only to drop down in his lap with a wet smack. He groans a little louder, clearly not expecting you to do that.

"Fuck..!" He gasps out.

You grin down at him and brace your hands on his chest as you begin to ride him like no tomorrow. You're bouncing in his lap with audible loud slaps as your ass connects with his pelvis. Your pussy's making a loud wet noise and the bed's creaking just a little from the force of your bounces. Taehyung's moaning louder, hands holding on to dear life as you ride the hell out of him.

Your head is thrown back, moans flowing freely and hips moving quickly. Your thighs ache but it isn't too bad because you like to ride and when you have control it's all over for your partner. You prop yourself up with your hands coming behind you to settle on his thighs as you lift your hips and slam down just as hard. You're building up a sweat and you're getting a little louder with your noises of pleasure.

"Fuck y/n," Taehyung pants, he hates and loves when you do this because the pleasure's so damn good but at the same time it always makes him cum faster. "Shit, shit, slow down," He cries out as he feels his cock throb pathetically and his lower stomach coils.

You moan loudly and swirl your hips in a slow circle, "Fuck no, gonna cum," you moan out.

He helplessly cries out as you resume your punishing pace. He grits his teeth and focuses on the wet slide and clapping noises the come from your filthy fucking. Taehyung lets out a long loud moan when he's hit with his orgasm, he feels boneless afterwards and has to slow you down cause the tug on his cock feels too much. You grind against him and reach down to rub you clit quickly to join him in his afterglow.

Moments later you're collapsing next to him on the bed with a breathless huff, "My fuckin' cunt feels numb and my thighs are shaking.."

Taehyung pants, looking at you like he's either in love or he's "mad". "You're insane, my fuckin' dick almost fell off cause you were going crazy." He said as he rolled back to stare up at the ceiling while he tried to catch his breath.

You smirk to yourself, "There's a lot of cum in me," you softly add. Taehyung's cock gives a weak twitch and it has you laughing because he's shameless.

+

Whenever Taehyung's busy you find yourself meeting with Jungkook instead. You had met the guy when Hoseok brought him along for bbq one night. He tried wooing you like he did to those helpless girls back on campus but you ran the game so shit like that didn't work. You took the chance to speak with him when Hoseok went to the bathroom as you looked at him dead on.

"I'm not looking for a relationship either and if I'm being honest I've been wanting to fuck you for a while now so why don't we just cut to the chase and you can give me your insta or whatever the fuck you feel comfortable with, yeah?" You try to give him a friendly smile but it's kinda dumb so you settle for your resting bitch face.

Jungkook's sitting there looking shocked as hell, "Oh." He didn't realize his intentions towards you were THAT obvious. He shrugs and drops his whole prince charming façade as he smirks playfully, "Well I mean I didn't know you get down like that," he calmly says, "but me and you? We're gonna get along justtttt fine." He grins.

And so you do...

Whenever you so happen to not be busy with Taehyung, Jungkook hits you up and you both meet at your place because he works nearby and usually he tends to ask you whenever he's getting off work. You think you're getting a reasonable and healthy amount of dick, probably why you're so stress free at school and seem in better moods. Hoseok makes fun of you for it too.

Jungkook excelled in all aspects of sex, you thought Taehyung was the only one? Boy were you proved wrong. Somehow, someway Jungkook pushed you to your limits and did things that brought out a whole new side of you. Taehyung made you wet, had you fucking creaming from a fingering session but Jungkook? Jungkook could do the same shit but had you squirting.

Now you aren't much of a squirter, you only come across that whenever you push yourself and keep going after your orgasms. Jungkook didn't even have to try, he'd have you squirting on the first try whether he was using his fingers, tongue, or cock. You almost said "I love you" from a particular fucking that had left you crying softly and shaking.

You compare the both of them. Taehyung's more of a "let me drag this out" type of pleasure as he teases and builds you up. Jungkook gets to it because "there's more where that came from" as he gives you orgasms back to back. Not to mention their heavenly cocks. Taehyung's a little above average, he's got a thick girth and veiny shaft. Jungkook's a little more longer than Taehyung, equally thick yet curved so he's hitting all those right spots.

You wonder which world did you save in your past life to get this lucky with the both of them?

Jungkook likes lingerie, not those over the top sets but maybe a matching set or a pair of raunchy lace panties or one pieces. You indulge him cause you're hot and you think you look fucking delicious in lingerie. What you buy certainly blows his mind.

You end up getting a black lace one piece, it hugs your curves in all the right places and the chest part is lace see-through. You adjust the straps on your shoulders and do a double take on your ass cause you can't stop staring at it. "Fuck it." You mumble and get your phone as you snap a series of pictures. You send them to Taehyung, Jungkook, your friend, and then your other friend cause you want the hype.

Jungkook had sent you a 'i'm here' text right when your picture sent. You grin because shit's about to hit the fan.

Jungkook ended up liking the lingerie too much cause he was overzealous to get his hands on you.

You end up getting fucked on your bed with your legs thrown over his shoulders. You got your tit hanging out of the lingerie as it jiggles in tandem with his thrusts. He had only yanked the piece to the side and stuck his cock in that way. You weren't complaining cause it had cost you a bit too much for you not to end up getting fucked in it.

"Jungkook...!" You huff out, somehow Jungkook always manages to get you to moan louder and step out of your little quiet zone. 

The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Jungkook slams his pelvis into yours and watches the way your ass jiggles back at him. He's got his dark eyes set on your bouncing jiggling tits, occasionally reaching up to flick his thumb over your pebbled nipple. You get goosebumps all over and release a soft moan at the tingling sensation that comes from your chest. 

"Gonna let me be the only one to have this pussy doll?" He groans and emphasizes his words with a harsh slap of his hips that jostles you, "Hm? Gonna stop being a slut and letting anyone have it? All they gotta do is mention their dicks and you'll be right there with your legs wide open isn't that right?" He coos and grabs on to your tit hard. 

You garble out a moan and arch your back, he's got your knees shaking weakly as you struggle to keep them from sliding off his shoulders. "Y..es.." You whimper, pussy fluttering like crazy from his little dirty talk. 

Jungkook grins, "Right," he mocks as his hips grind deep into yours, "Bet you don't even know what the hell I just told you. Too cock stupid to even understand huh baby?" He muses out as he lets your tit go in favor of slithering his hand up your throat and holding you in place. "Answer me doll." 

Your tongue peeks out and you slowly lick your lips watching as he goes feral from it, "Only yours," and right when you see his familiar cocky grin overcome his features you add a, "for today." He loses all cool and plows you. 

"Oh yeah baby?" Jungkook growls as he squeezes your throat tight and hammers into your soppy pussy. He's relentless and his stamina comes out into play as he takes you by surprise and slams into you harder and harder. To the point you're squirting bits of slick every few seconds and making a mess on your sheets below. 

Your body moves upwards with each thrust as he sends you to cloud nine. You're crying softly because it's overwhelming you, the pleasure comes in hot punishing spurts as it makes you squirm like crazy. "Shit...! Jungkook..!" You whisper out as your eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as moans flow freely. 

"Fucking slut." He growls as he keeps his eyes set on you, "Opening your legs and giving out what's mine. You may be letting others fuck ya baby but just remember," his voice drops an octave as he whispers in your ear, "who makes you squirt? Who makes you cry.." He whispers and lets his tongue run over your ear lobe. 

You come undone from just that, crying out loudly and going stiff when you squirt around the man and get the sheets below drenched. "Fuck! Fuck!" You cry out, head thrown back and body shuddering from his thrusts. 

Jungkook pants into your ear, shuddering from the way you clench tightly around his cock. He rolls his hips forward a few more times until he's coming inside and filling you with his thick gooey cum. It makes you quiver, hands weakly pushing at his hips as you're left unable to speak or do much. 

"Fuck baby," He sighs, content from the rough session of sex, "see you next week." He mumbles out giving your thigh a pat of appreciation. 

You hum, definitely looking forward to next time..

+

Now, how long did you really think you were going to keep fucking both of the homies without anyone of them finding out? You figured not long because Jungkook was slowly starting to hit you up whenever Taehyung did or whenever you were with one of them vice versa. Up until now they didn't know cause you always fucked Taehyung while Jungkook was out at work, and Jungkook always went over to your place. 

Things were working in harmony until one day when they weren't. 

You're getting your back blown out by Taehyung in his goddamn living room for fucks sake. Broad daylight and you're bent over the arm of the couch whining and panting as he sends you to another dimension. "Fuckkk." You drag out as he sets his hands on your lower back to make you arch even further. 

"Lift your leg a little," Taehyung grunts out as he slows down to a slow grind so that you had time to change your position without him jostling you.

You go to do as he says when you hear the front door opening, you look up lazily with your tongue poking out when suddenly a familiar black bucket hat walks into the room. Taehyung mumbles something about his roommate being early. Holy shit. You're frozen and in shock, how could you not have noticed? 

Taehyung always did describe his roommate to be like Jungkook at times and he even let a few details slip like "oh Kook's probably dropping by for something later" or "Kook's bringing pizza in case you wanna stay". Stupid, stupid. You mentally berate yourself for not piecing the evidence together. You have seen Jungkook's shoes in the front for fucks sake! 

Jungkook tosses his bucket hat to the side and sighs, tossing his keys into a bowl and running a hand through his hair. "Hey Tae." He goes to greet the other when his eyes suddenly land on your bent form, butt naked as the day you were born and hickeys covering your throat (proud work from Taehyung). 

Taehyung hums, "Hey Kook." He greets as if he isn't balls deep in you. 

Jungkook is quiet for a few more seconds before he puts two and two together and he lets out a breath of disbelief, "Hm.. I see what's going on here." He pushes his tongue against his cheek looking pissed off, "You know when I said you let just about anyone have it you sure know how to pick 'em don't you y/n?" He mocks as he steps forward. 

"What?" Taehyung mumbles as he pulls back just a little before it clicks in his head too, "She's fuckin' you too Kook?" He chuckles lazily, "Finally the girl who's got you by your balls has been revealed, Kook over here was going crazy over this little pussy of yours." He croons in your ear and gives your pussy a pat. 

"Oh yeah asshole? Well now I know the girl you fucking simp over and take photos of so you can hang them in your room." Jungkook sneers back as he folds his arms over his chest.

 You're mildly alarmed by Jungkook's words and look back at Taehyung with a unimpressed look, "Really dude? Couldn't have just asked? Just sayin'." You softly say, "Whatever grinds your gears." 

"I'm not a fucking pervert!" Taehyung groans, "Listen you just gonna stand there or you gonna let me go back to what I was doing?" He says to Jungkook in annoyance, "My dick's about to go soft with just the sight of you." 

"Fine, but I want in too." Jungkook grins as he takes his jacket off. 

He what now? 

Surely he isn't serious, at least you think he isn't..

 Then you find yourself in a predicament. You're in Taehyung's lap facing Jungkook as he's sliding his cock through the slippery mess of lube and slick. You're terrified out of your mind to even think of having them both in you at the same time. Taehyung's more relaxed, cock throbbing from inside you as he watches with hazy eyes as Jungkook works his own cock inside alongside his. 

"Holy shit," Jungkook grits his teeth as he digs his nails into your thighs, "still so fucking tight." He mutters and inches in to you slowly. 

You let out a low whine of fear but that's not the point, your cunt's tense and so are you. It feels like pressure and a small twinge of pain from your perineum stretching, like a small stinging/burning sensation. It's not uncomfortable and you can bear with it. It just feels like time is ticking by really slow for you. 

"Almost there," Jungkook says as he eases another inch or two into you. 

Taehyung kisses on your shoulder and neck to distract you from the pain as he reaches down between Jungkook and you to fondle your swollen clit. You softly moan, feeling more wetness get coaxed out of you, "Just move, can't bottom out with Tae inside." You murmur softly, "I'm good, promise." 

Jungkook shares a look with Taehyung and the two give in, "Tap my thigh if it's too much." Taehyung relents as he adjusts his grip on you, "Okay?" 

You nod in affirmation and a tiny gasp leaves you when Jungkook begins to thrust in to the best  of his abilities. Taehyung waits a little and then rolls his hips forwards to join Jungkook's. They create this rhythm, one goes in and the other is barely sliding back out though both cocks stretch you to your limits and your g-spot is being hit dead on by you don't know. 

"Oh god," you whimper and throw your head back on Taehyung's shoulder, "fuck meeee..!" You whined out as your thighs shook a little more than usual, "So fucking deep." You gasped. 

Jungkook grunted quietly as he focused on the tempo he and his friend had set. It felt heavenly, the tight fit around his cock sent tremors down his spine. He could feel the disgusting wet slide of his cock rubbing against Taehyung's shaft whenever he was pushing in and the latter was pulling back out. Taehyung was quietly panting against your shoulder as he holds you tight in his arms. 

You rock between the two of them, low whimpers and cries leaving your lips due to the burning pleasure you feel. Your toes curl and you lift your hips a little seeing stars bursting behind your eyelids, "Oh shit!" You cry, it had made both cocks stroke your sensitive walls and cause more pleasure for you. 

You can't escape them, if you move up you're basically pushing up into Jungkook and feeling Taehyung slide back out. It's equally mind blowing and you just don't want this to stop ever despite feeling full and stretched out. 

"Greedy little slut," Jungkook grunts out of nowhere, "couldn't just have one cock now could you? Had to go and find a way to satisfy this slutty pussy didn't you?" He pants softly as he leans down to suck hickeys on to your skin, "Maybe we shouldn't even let you cum, do you even deserve it after being a bad girl and fucking Taehyung behind my back?" 

Taehyung lets out a little grunt, "Pump and dump," He replies, "I mean how many times we make this greedy little slut cum Jungkook? I think it's only fair we get to cum this time don't you think baby?" He asks you with a soft moan in your ear. 

You tremble a little, panting as your pussy flutters around their cocks and tightens just a tiny bit because the telltale signs of your orgasm is building up. Jungkook slaps your cheek lightly, "Pay attention now baby, we asked you something." 

"Mmmmm.... told you, you weren't the only ones." You softly reply because you're out of it, close to coming and feeling like you'll pass out. 

They smirk at your little snarky reply, deciding to set a unforgiving pace as they rock into you harshly now. It jostles you and weak cries are leaving your mouth, you're so so close and you reach down to rub your clit in slow circles. Taehyung sees this and replaces your hand with his own, playing and slapping your swollen bud. 

"Tae..! Jungkook...!" You call out and without any warning you cum hard, shaking and gasping. 

Jungkook bites his lips and yanks his cock out, "Fuck get her over here, gonna put that mouth to good use." He pants as he holds his lubed up cock. 

Taehyung struggles to get you to bend over just a little in his lap as he pushes you towards Jungkook, "Open wide baby," he purrs softly, "give Kook a treat for treating you so nicely." 

Your lips part and you open your mouth to take in Jungkook's wet cock. It's drenched in the flavored lube and some tangy saltiness from his pre-cum and your slick. He tangles his hand in your hair and bobs your head at the pace he wants to go, sighing and moaning. "Fuckkkk, like that baby you're doing so fucking good for me." He smirks. 

Taehyung grips your hips, rocking you back and forth on his lap as he focuses on his own release. He pants and moans lowly, lips forming a small 'o' as he throws his head back with his eyes closed, "Shit she's so fucking wet Kook can barely fuckin' feel her." 

"Slut's all fucked out, prolly even gaping from two cocks being stuffed into her slutty pussy." Jungkook groans in return as his hips stutter, "Shit, shit, shit," He moans long and loud as he cums down your throat, making you gag and sputter around his cock. 

Taehyung's orgasm hits him cause the sounds of you slobbering all over Jungkook comes straight from a wet dream or something. He slumps into the couch with a low whine because his cock is twitching and spurt after spurt of cum fills you. "Shit that's so fucking sexy." 

"Did so good," Jungkook smirks as he pulls out of your mouth and watches you cough up a little cum and saliva, "so, so good.." He pats you. 

You're fucked out, everything in your body is screaming at you to go and lie down cause you were tired. You fought off a wave of sleepiness as your body slowly cooled down and your body just relaxed after the orgasm they both gave you. "Want a bath... and a nap." You softly say. 

Both men stare down at you with fondness in their eyes, "Yeah? You want some wings too?" Jungkook teases cause he knows you're very tired and probably talking out your ass. 

"Boneless please, ooh and some garlic bread and pizza please." You say looking up at him with a serious gaze, "Better be here when I get out of the shower... Tae give me your shirt-"

There was no way they could ever deny you, their favorite little cumdump <3.

“No girl, you’re gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.” They’d say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..

Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldn’t even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with “y/n”. Sujin wants to think it’s a childhood thing, maybe that’s why they’re so unnaturally close.

“Oh.” Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujin’s beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesn’t go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.

What are you a child? Sujin’s NOT liking this so far.

“So,” Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, “how’d you guys meet?”

You smile softly back at her, “My brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.”

Sujin nods slowly, “Ohh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or what’s the deal?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I saw her manga books and we bonded over that,” he keeps it curt, like he’s not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), “we started chilling and yeah.” Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like he’s bored already.

“He kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!” You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.

“Uh-huh, Bayonetta..” Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, “Uhh well, I think it’s getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.”

You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, “I see.. I hope to see you again, you’re really nice and pretty.” You coo, “Jungkookie’s super lucky to have you,” Sujin appreciates your sincerity but she’s not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.

“You didn’t bring your car didn’t you?” Jungkook suddenly says, “C’mon I’ll drive you.” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.

Sujin’s jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.

“Jungkook.” Sujin snaps, “I think she’s got it don’t you think?” Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. “What?” Sujin raises a brow.

You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, “I can call an uber no biggie.” You say softly.

“Hey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?” Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ‘request’, like she didn’t have that ride ready to order.

Jungkook does that thing when he’s pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesn’t back down. “..Yeah, I’ll walk you out then y/n.”

“It was nice meeting you.” You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkook’s hand over your hip.

Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand you’re the sweetest thing ever but c’mon you can’t be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you weren’t trying to get with her boyfriend.

Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. He’s telling you something and you’re looking at him like he’s hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.

“Fucking prick.” Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. “What the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.” She lightly hits his arm.

Jungkook sighs deeply, “What? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I don’t see the problem here.”

His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, “Jungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you don’t seem to give a shit about that, I’m the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. It’s fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.”

“And yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally that’s everything everyone’s been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isn’t brand new to you Sujin.” Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, “That doesn’t make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I don’t give a fuck Jungkook, you’re either with me or you’re not.” She snaps, “So tell me now before I waste my fucking time.”

Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sujin tilts her head, “Okay, what?”

“It’s over.” And just like that Sujin’s jaw drops for real this time, she’s utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, “Bye.” He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.

Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, “What the fuck.” She whispers.

.

(Not even an hour later.)

“Okay, this one or this one?” You held up two different babydoll dresses—one white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, “The white one.” He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).

“I thought so too!” You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, “Okay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?” He doesn’t even answer cause he’s busy laughing at something on his phone.

“Jungkooookkk,” you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.

You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesn’t react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. “What’s up? Hm.” He murmurs.

“I needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.” You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, “You’re mean.”

“Am I?” Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.

Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads down…you know where..

“Mm-hm, ‘s not nice to ignore me.” You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkook’s humble opinion).

Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ‘n there, “It isn’t huh,” he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.

You shake your head and come down so that you’re chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. “No,” you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.

“No.” He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone that’s meant to sound like you, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ‘n you don’t want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,” he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.

“You’re mean! I’m not talking to you for ten whole minutes.” You huff angrily and get off his lap, “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” You’re whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.

“My bad, my bad, I didn’t realize you were still upset over the shoes.” He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, “C’mere I’ll make it better.” He waves his hand, “C’mere! I’m not joking!” He laughs because you look at him incredulously.

You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, “No, I have to pack remember?” You’re shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.

“Yeah, yeah.” You don’t even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, “If I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckin’ pouting?” He smirks.

You nod vigorously, “I want one here, here, and here.” You tap different areas on your face.

“I said one, not fucking five,” he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, “dumb little thing you are.”

“They don’t count as real kisses.” You smugly reply.

Jungkook smirks, “Oh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.” Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

You’re lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. It’s the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like you’re meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.

You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until he’s hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm–Jungkook, wait,” you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, “Sujin.” You softly say while playing with his hair, “What ‘bout her?”

Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, “Who?” He replies to which you grin back, “Hm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.” He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.

He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.

“J-Jungkook..!” You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.

He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesn’t stop him because he’s then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. “Oh..!” Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.

Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, “Turn over baby,” he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, “arch that pretty back for me, yeahh like that—low.” He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.

He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. “Pull ‘em to the side,” he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till they’re right under his balls, “How desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?” He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, “Bad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.” You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.

“Yeah?” Jungkook licks his lips, “Gonna let me have it?” He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, “Push me in baby.”

You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesn’t make a move to shove himself deeper or anything—he stays perfectly still.

“Jungkook!” You turn to glare back at him, “S-Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.” Jungkook grins while biting his lip, “You know what I wanna see baby, don’t play dumb.”

You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. There’s a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you would’ve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little ‘mm’s as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.

“There you go, bring it back for me,” he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.

Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, there’s a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.

Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.

“So messy,” he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, “hear that?” He grunts, “Sloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesn’t hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He licks his lips, “Baby loves having her holes filled up doesn’t she?”

You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.

“Answer me.” Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.

“Mmph–y-yes..!” You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.

“Yea,” he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, “you love it don’t you? Can’t get enough of this cock.” He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.

“Too much? Where you goin?” You don’t realize you’re actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, “You can take it baby, don’t run.” He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.

In fact he follows you down till you’re laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, “Gonna cum? Hm?” He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t go stupid on me.” He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.

“Yes..!” You gasp breathily, “S-So, so close..” Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesn’t stop.

Jungkook coos, “So close,” he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, “go on, cum on this dick.”

Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.

“Fuuckk,” he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, “good girl,” he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.

His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, “Shower?” He asks softly.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod still face down in the sheets.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now, you’re just ready for bed at this point.

+

You can’t help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you don’t know but you’re barely even awake after that rough fucking.

You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each other’s company instead. Jungkook’s hand came to rest over your thigh like that’s his permanent spot.

So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongi’s managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoon’s excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jimin’s knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoon’s talking with Yoongi about something you can’t bring yourself to care for.

You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like you’re about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.

“Hm?” You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.

Jungkook pats you, “C’mere, want you on my lap baby.” He mutters as quietly as he can.

You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.

“Shh.. not a peep or else I’m gonna gag you with your panties.” He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.

“Jungkookie–”

“Jungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?” He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, “Good girl.”

“If they look, I’m not stopping. So if I were you I’d keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.”

He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. “Can you..?”

“Can I what?” He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, “Hm?”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, “Want something in me, I feel so empty Kook..” You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.

Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.

“Take my cock out,” he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.

His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. “Don’t tease..” He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.

You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.

“Slow,” he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.

You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?

You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys you’ve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the ordinary.

“You can sleep now.” Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. You’re not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.

“G’night..” You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you’re a good girl he’ll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.

.

“So hot..” You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.

Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didn’t mind.

Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoon’s lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoon’s gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to see—veiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.

“Namjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?” You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.

“I dunno,” He shrugs while stroking over your foot, “environmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?”

You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, “I think they’re cute.”

“Why don’t you find one and give it a kiss then?” Namjoon smirks in amusement, “Maybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.”

“Not funny.” You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.

You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, “Owie let go, you’re squeezing my freaking bone.” You giggle.

Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, “My bad, my bad.” He raises his hands in surrender, “You can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?” He grins.

“Ugh you’re also mean.” You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. “You and Jungkook.” You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.

Jungkook finds you two like that. You’re tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoon’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you’re just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.

“Hey.” Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.

“Back already,” Namjoon hums, “where’s the others?”

“Out, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckin’ hot so I came back, we didn’t do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.”

You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, “Did you bring me anything?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, it’s in the bag.” Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.

With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. “Where you going?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.

“Sunbathing.” You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.

It’s hot as hell but you don’t care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.

You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly don’t bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says “oh shit really” and then Jungkook tells him everything.

“..giving… chance… again..?” You can’t make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.

“Can someone bring me my phone?” Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, “Please?”

Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. “Look at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?” Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.

“Yep, it’d be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.” You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.

“Yeah..?” He murmurs low. It’s glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. It’s like you didn’t even have to try with him.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears into the house.

You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, “The boy is mine, I can’t wait to try him,”

+

Maybe Jungkook’s the one trying you right now. It’s not even nine am yet..

Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, he’s got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care though, he’s got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.

Your clit’s just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.

“Oh..” You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.

He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.

Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so he’s going to get more.

“J-Jungkook!” You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.

There’s a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussy’s literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. You’re shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.

“Wait,” you sob and reach down to grip his hair, “ ‘m so close..! P-Please, please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for—go, stop?

The heat in your tummy builds quickly and you’re teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You can’t even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.

“Okay?” He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.

You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, “ ‘m okay.” You softly reply.

He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. “Kiss?” You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. He’s very much happy to oblige of course..

You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and they’re glossy from spit. He doesn’t let you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows you’re a little slut for it.

You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you don’t like it, Jungkook’s not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.

Body to body, you’re rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. It’s mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..

Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, it’s bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, “just like that..” He mumbles darkly.

You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.

“Look so pretty like this,” he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, “prettier down here too.” He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.

You let out a long “mm” as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. He’s got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.

Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where you’re connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.

You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, he’s been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and you’re going to change that.

“Jungkookie,” you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, “wanna ride you,” you pout, “can I pretty please?” You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.

“Yeah,” he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.

You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, “No, you lay back and let me do it.” His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, “I wanna make you feel good too..” You pout and wiggle around in his lap.

Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, “Fuck–okay, yeah,” he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.

Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like he’s having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.

“Mm–fills me up so good,” you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, “can feel it so deep in my pussy.”

Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, “Yeah? You like knowing you’re the only one taking my cock like this huh,” he smirks, “ ‘s all yours baby.”

You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, “Mine only.” You nod, “Not hers,” you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, “Right?”

“Only you.” Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that you’re grinding over his cock the way he likes, “Always yours.” He murmurs.

You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.

Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.

“F-Fuck..” You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.

Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, “Fuck keep going baby, almost there,” he whispers breathlessly, “you can do it.”

You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It’s mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.

Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until he’s filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that you’re on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.

“My pussy hurts.” You softly whine while looking back at him.

“My pussy hurts,” he mocks softly, “but who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.” He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that you’re laying with him, “You okay?” He chuckles.

You hide your face in his neck and nod, “Nap now, food later?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He grins.

Jungkook at times had his doubts. He loved Jay like his own brother and going behind his back wasn’t something he wanted to do, but he also loved you. You were someone he couldn’t keep my mind off of, especially after having you for the first time. Each time Jungkook thought about confessing to his friend, you would shut him down.

You didn’t want Jay and Jungkook to be against one another because of you. Deep down, you also had the fear that Jungkook would end things with you out of respect for your brother, an act of finally coming to his senses.

“I think we should binge watch Temptation Island later.” you say prior to bringing a spoonful of frozen yogurt into your mouth. You hum at the sweet taste. “Lina’s been trying to get me to watch it for weeks now.”

Jungkook’s already halfway done with his frozen yogurt when you speak, taking large spoonfuls, his eyebrows knit together and a look of pure disgust on his face.

That meant Jungkook liked the way it tasted, as weird as it was.

“Later tonight?” Jungkook asks, licking his lips. “Jimin’s having a party.”

“A party?” you tilt your head. “I wasn’t invited.”

Which was weird because you were always invited to Jimin’s parties. There wasn’t any mention of it before now.

Jungkook nods. “You know why.” he says, a glint in his eyes. “Jimin knows about us.”

Your eyes widen slightly, your mouth falling open. 

“You told him?” you murmur. You’re unsure why - it was only you and Jungkook in the frozen yogurt shop. The teenager behind the counter could care less about your and Jungkook’s secret relationship. “What if he accidentally slips up and tells Jay?”

“I had to.” Jungkook takes another scoop of his frozen yogurt. “He caught on to us.”

You scoff. “How? We’re very discreet!”

Only discrete when Jay was around. However, this was also Jimin. Jimin had a keen eye for these things. He knew of your crush on Jungkook since high school and pondered if, while now in college, if it ever subsided. He kept an eye on you, not reporting back to Jay this time since you were an adult.

Jimin noticed just how close you and Jungkook had become. The wandering eyes whenever you two thought no one was looking. The subtle touches here and there, the smiles and laughter. 

It was painfully obvious - only to him, however.

“Jimin’s not going to tell.” Jungkook assures. 

That didn’t mean Jungkook hadn’t been confronted. Jimin, while Jay and Taehyung were arguing over a game of checkers, both tipsy, had leaned against Jay's kitchen island. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at him - “You’re fucking Y/N.” he stated in a low, hushed tone. 

Jungkook denies it at first, but then he squeezes his hands together. An immediate sign that Jimin was right.

“Jay’s going to kick your ass when he finds out.” Jimin sing-songs. He grabs a bag of chips and turns to walk away. “Secrets safe with me.”

“That doesn’t explain why I’m not invited.” you pout a bit. You wanted to hang out with Jungkook. You didn’t have class tomorrow, either. There was an abundance of things you wanted to do - watch Temptation Island and grow irritated, make clay sculptures like you’ve seen on Tiktok. Sit on his face.

“It’s not that you’re not invited.” Jungkook has reached the bottom of his frozen yogurt by now. “Jimin knows you just can’t keep your hands off of me-”

“Now you’re just full of shit.” you snicker. “It’s you who can’t keep your hands off of me.”

“-and how else are we going to keep our secret when you’re going to be there provoking me?”

You rolled your eyes.

You had every intention of going - and you did.

After you and Jungkook ate frozen yogurt, he had dropped you off at home; Jay being at work. That didn’t mean that you weren’t going to jump into his lap and initiate a makeout session that Jungkook willingly participated in. His arms wrapped around you to hold you close against him while your hands cusp his cheeks.

“You can always come in for a bit.” you hummed against his lips, pecking it a few times. “Jay isn’t off until another hour.”

“That’s risky.” Jungkook squeezes your hips. “Jay will see my car out here and know that I’m in there fucking you good.” he jokes.

You roll your eyes. “Not if you park it down the street.” you hum, rubbing your nose against his. “How would he know? It’ll be dark out by the time he’s off.”

Jungkook pecks your lips. It was insane that he was considering it, right? He never enjoyed saying no to you.

“Especially since you’re planning on leaving me to go to Jimin’s party.” you say against his lips.

“You’re guilt tripping me now?” Jungkook snickers. “I’ll be inside in about five minutes.”

Your smile widens. “Can’t wait.”

Neither could Jungkook.

Even if Jungkook’s conscious knows that doing this with you was risky, it brought such a rush through the both of you. The act of being caught doing something neither of you should be doing just makes you two want to do it even more.

Jungkook’s lips are on you as soon as he enters your bedroom. His hand roams your already naked body, groaning against your lips. “You’re already naked and ready to be fucked.”

“You’re not naked enough.” you respond, tugging at his shirt.

Jungkook leans away from you enough to remove his shirt, throwing it aside. He’s already tugging at his belt, inching to remove his clothes and be closer to you.

Your legs wrap around Jungkook’s waist, bringing him close to you. You loved kissing him. He was a naturally passionate person, as if every time you kiss is the first time. He would savor the taste of your lips, kissing you gently and slowly.

Then there were times when Jungkook's kisses would be needy, kissing you with such intensity. It would grow hot and heavy, his tongue dominating with yours.

“‘wanna make you feel good.” you break the kiss first, your cheeks warm. 

Jungkook allows you to flip him so he’s on his back now. Your pussy is so close to his cock that it throbs. He swallows, licking his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod your head. You decide to tease Jungkook, kissing his soft cheeks, down his jaw to his chin. You make your way towards his neck.

Goosebumps erupt throughout Jungkook’s skin as you begin to kiss from his neck, to his collarbone to his chest. His hands rub along your back as you get lower and lower.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me to go to Jimin’s party.” you say. Your hand wraps around Jungkook’s cock. You glance up at him.

Jungkook bites his lip, gulping once more. “If I don’t go, Jay would be suspicious, don’t you think? I’m always at a party with them.”

You roll your eyes, but Jungkook had a point. Your tongue swipes at his tip, causing him to inhale sharply. 

“I’ll miss you.” you say against his cock, twirling your tongue teasingly around his tip. You can taste the salty pre-cum and you’re determined to have him shaking in the next five minutes.

You enjoyed sucking Jungkook’s cock. 

The act of sucking dick is far more enjoyable when it’s someone you actually liked. Doing this with Jungkook was an activity you highly favored - witnessing the way his breathing would hitch in his throat with each suckle onto his hardened length. The way his thighs would shake a bit as you take him deeper and deeper into your wet mouth. The groans that would come from his own parted lips.

Your eyes would glance up at him to find that his own are fluttering. His head would be drawn back in relaxation.

It would cause your own heat to throb with such need - just like now. You aren’t being quiet as you engulfed his cock into your mouth. Your soft hand is gripped tightly, gripping his cock along with you when you reach the tip.

Jungkook himself is whimpering like a bitch - but it isn’t his fault you’re this good. You suck him as if it brings you pleasure, as well - and maybe in a way, it does. He knows just how wet you get by hearing him moan for you. You’d often clench your thighs together and provoke more moans from his lips and each time, it worked.

“You’re so good at sucking my cock, baby.” Jungkook sighs, a hand resting on your head. “You always look so pretty doing it.”

There goes the throbbing - you were also a sucker for praise just as you were for degradation. Or maybe you were just into whatever as long as it was Jungkook.

Through his lashes, Jungkook witnesses a bit of drool trickle from the corner of your mouth as you take his cock deeper and deeper, your throat tightening around him. He closes his eyes, whining at how good it feels, the pressure building up deep in his stomach. He was never afraid to moan for you, especially when you were treating him so well.

Jungkook’s fingers tightens in your hair and without warning, he pries you off of him. You gag, saliva flying down your chin. Your eyes blink a few times until your blurry vision is clear to look at your boyfriend.

“I wanna cum in you.” Jungkook pants. 

You nod your head hastily, already climbing into Jungkook’s lap. Your thighs widen to and gently,  you sink lower where Jungkook’s cock is already waiting, his palm wrapped firmly around it to assist in entering it inside of you.

“You’re already so wet by just sucking my cock, huh?” Jungkook murmurs, his tip running through your wet folds. “You always get so wet.”

Your walls clench when you feel Jungkook begin to enter you. You whine a bit, the feeling euphoric. One palm lays firmly around your waist, another on your ass as he thrusts upwards. He grips the flesh in his palm, sinking you firmly on top of him.

“You feel so good.” Jungkook gasps.

You take the first initiative to rise and fall, needing to feel him entirely. Jungkook allows you, fully enjoying the way you take control and use him for your own pleasure.

You rocked your hips, mouth fallen open to let out short whines of pleasure when his cock springs inside of you by your own doing. The sight of Jungkook beneath you, completely pussy whipped, sends electricity through you. His staminas always outmatched your own, but this had given you enough will to keep on, completely blissful and full of pride that Jungkook was like this because of you.

“Your cock feels so good, Kookie.” you coo, hovering above his face as your hips buckle more and more, skin slapping echoing off your walls. Your pussy is so wet, gushing out entirely and onto his thighs that it’s nearly unbearable to handle.

“We’re being so loud right now. We can be caught at any moment.” A hand lays onto Jungkook’s cheek, a thumb tracing along his panting lips. Jungkook’s eyes open a bit to look at you - they’re dark and full of lustful bliss. “Maybe I should slow down…”

You’re only teasing him, but Jungkook gives you the reaction you want.

“Please don’t.” Jungkook whines, gripping onto your hips and ass tighter. “You’re so good at this, baby. I love your pussy so much.”

You pick up the pace, bouncing onto Jungkook’s needy cock with every bit of will you have. It hits against your sweet spot and sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body. You couldn’t help but want to fuck him with every fiber of your being; especially with how hot he looked beneath you. 

You press your lips against Jungkook’s firmly, prying them open so your tongue can dance with his. Jungkook’s hips begin to meet you halfway, allowing a more harsher pounding - all until you stop bouncing and let him take control.

It wasn’t a complete mistake, Jungkook knows how to fuck you just as good. Your pussy squelches for him. Squeezing and unsqueezing with each punishing thrust that you were beginning to see stars. 

Your teeth clamp down onto Jungkook’s bottom lip, tugging it slightly. There is a tightness in your stomach with each thrust that has you whimpering against him, your forehead pressed against his. “I want you to cum in me.” you beg, knowing that you were so close and the action was going to be what was going to send you over the edge.

“I know you do.” Jungkook sighs. His thrusts are already sloppy. “You always do, baby. You love having my cum in you, huh? You’re such a fucking whore for me and I love it.”

The pressure subsides when the warmth fills you entirely. You're shaking against Jungkook as his cum fills you up. You let out a tired sigh, slumping onto his chest.

Jungkook’s chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily. His eyes are closed, his cock still inside of you. A hand rubs against your back softly. It was another five minutes until you moved from on top of him to beside him, an arm around his torso.

“Are you coming back later tonight?” you asked, eyes closed. “Jay never comes home after parties.”

Jay also goes to work the next day, which is such a dangerous combo, but you have to applaud his will to get shit faced just 5 hours before he clocks into work.

“Me being here is already risky.” Jungkook responds. He presses his lips into your hair, inhaling the scent prior to pressing a kiss onto it. “Why don’t you just come to mine later? I’m off tomorrow,  too.”

You and Jungkook lay in silence for who knows how long until there’s footsteps heard throughout the home. 

Jay was back. He never enters your room without permission, so you weren’t worried. Quietly, Jungkook begins to dress, the moment not truly ruined, but he wished he had more time with you.

You poke your head out, eyes roaming the hallway to see where Jay had gone. Down the hall, you hear the shower on.

“Coast is clear.” you sing-song, whispering to the man hovering behind you.

You linger at your front door as Jungkook makes his way out. He turns to you for a moment and smirks. “Don’t look so sad, my love.” Jungkook murmurs. He wraps you in a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’ll have all my attention later.”

You lift your head so Jungkook can press a kiss to your lips - and he does. You knew full and well that you would have his attention later.

Right when you showed up to Jimin’s party.

Jimin was always here when there was drama.

Not in his personal life, of course. But others? He loved it.

Just like now, witnessing you and Jungkook glaring at one another. Both of you are drunk and seething and only he notices it.

It began when you had walked right into the party, a sea of dancing bodies all around the large home. You were none the wiser when you witnessed Jungkook next to a woman - who was obviously flirting with the man, yet he’s as oblivious as he always is. 

Jungkook doesn’t notice you at first, and even if he had it wasn’t as if he was entertaining the woman. He was just too nice to tell her that he had no interest in a conversation. That, and he was terrible at flirting cues - the batting eyelashes, wide smile and constant laughing even if nothing he said was remotely funny.

It was hilarious for Jimin to watch. Especially when Jungkook had finally noticed you. The look in your eyes as your eyes glanced between the two of them. It was as if a light bulb flashed in Jungkook’s mind, and he finally realized that the girl wanted more than a conversation.

Jungkook couldn’t pursue you here without appearing suspicious. Jay hadn’t noticed your presence yet, and Jimin doubted he would. He was already drunk and upstairs participating in beer pong to know that his sister was downstairs in a rather tight dress that revealed more than he would approve of.

Jimin began to watch you and Jungkook as if it was his favorite reality show. You downed shot after shot, ignoring Jungkook entirely. When he would get close enough to catch your attention, you would turn on your heel and go somewhere else entirely.

An hour in now and Jungkook was leaning against a wall not too far from you. He watches you with annoyed, yet interested, eyes as you dance. You were enjoying yourself, he thinks, or maybe you were enjoying ignoring him while you know he watches you closely.

Jungkook doesn’t step up as he watches you, beer bottle in hand. He sips it.

Jungkook doesn’t step up until there’s a man directly behind you. Jimin watches, his eyes glancing between a now more puzzled Jungkook and you, an equally puzzled expression.

It happens so slow in Jimin’s eyes. The way Jungkook storms over, pushing the dancing bodies away to get right between the man - who is an acquaintance - and you. There’s a few words exchanged that Jimin cannot make out of, but he reads Jungkook’s lips and he’s sure he’s telling the man to fuck right off.

Jimin takes a shot as Jungkook turns to you, his eyes glaring just as yours are, but neither of you speak. It was so dramatic, he thinks, the loud music. Sea of people surrounding the two of you, yet he’s positive that at this moment, it’s just you and Jungkook. The music in your ears is dying down and the people are just blurs in the background.

That, or maybe Jimin was so drunk that he was making a whole plot in his head.

“You’re drunk.” Jungkook says.

“So are you.” you retort. “Where’s your friend?”

“You know who my friends are.”

You cross your arms. “Do I?”

Jungkook watches you for a moment. He had watched you the entire time, tight dress riding up your thighs with each sway of your hips before the man had come and attempted to dance with you. An action he was never going to allow, no matter how upset you were with him.

“I’ve been watching you since you came in.” Jungkook speaks.

Jimin rarely dims the lights, but he feels as though now it’s needed. For this moment, he thinks. On his phone, he does just that. 

Thank God for smart lights. 

Jungkook would thank him for allowing him some sort of privacy - especially if Jay suddenly appears and witnesses this. Now, you and Jungkook blended perfectly into the crowd of dancing bodies.

“I bet you have.”

Jungkook feels more comfortable touching you now that the scene was darker. The music is upbeat enough for the both of you to keep up. He turns you around, placing his hands onto your hips. 

“You’ve been distracting me.”

You decide to do what you were doing prior, swaying your hips now against Jungkook instead of alone by yourself.

“You must want to get caught.”

The small quarrel you and he were having appeared to have diminished, unknowingly to them because of Jimin and the lack of light. It was easier now to blend with people that couldn’t truly see you unless they were close. 

“You’re the one behind me.” you respond. “Maybe it’s you that wants to get caught.”

Jungkook’s lips are on your neck, his hands gripping tighter to keep you firmly against him. 

“You look so good in this dress.” Jungkook says against your neck. “You knew what you were doing coming here in this.”

You were already warm, but Jungkook was now making you hot. You and he continue dancing, his hands roaming your body for whatever feel he could get. 

“Suddenly you’re not afraid of getting caught.” your head leans back and turns to look up at him. Those eyes are familiar, you think. The yearning eyes he has whenever he wants to bend you over and fuck you. 

“No one’s really watching us now, are they?” Jungkook’s hands roam upwards past your breast and onto your chin.

Jimin has to admit that a drunk Jungkook was a far bolder one. He watches him place his lips onto yours, all the while you and he sway against the beat. This was far better than any reality tv he’s watched.

Your lips dance with Jungkook, completely uncaring about being in a room full of people who both knew you and him - together or separately. As of right now, it was just you and Jungkook, both of your minds swirling with liquid courage.

“I want you.” you pant against his lips. 

“What happened to playing hard to get?” Jungkook chuckles, pecking your lips once more. 

“We can go upstairs.” you murmur, turning to face him.

“Jay is upstairs.”

It’s as though Jungkook suddenly remembers where you and he are at. His eyes glances around, ensuring that no one has been watching you. Of course, he doesn’t notice Jimin.

“Can’t we go home then?” you pout. You grab his hands and slightly squeeze them. “I need you.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek.  “Now?” he questions. 

You nod your head. You come closer to him, tugging his hand. “I’m so wet.” you murmur. “Just feel.”

Jungkook swallows. You’re dangerously close. Your eyes watch him just as his hand discreetly goes between your legs and swipe at your clothed clit.

Wet wasn’t the word - drenched was.Your cotton panties were doing a good job at concealing your arousal, but Jungkook groans at just feeling how excited you were.

“Fuck, baby.”

Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand. “Follow me.”

The bathrooms were occupied. Jungkook wasn’t going to risk trying the one upstairs and bumping into Jay. He had promised to meet him later on for a game of beer pong, and he never turned down a game so leaving before that wasn’t going to happen.

“What if we get caught here?”

The sun room is the only part of the house that’s empty, as strange as it was. It’s dark out and the frosted glass on the walls allows a bit of privacy. The top of said sun room has regular glass windows where the moon and stars shine just bright enough for Jungkook and you to see one another.

“Isn’t that what makes this fun?” Jungkook smirks. He closes the door behind you and him, the music muffled. “Imagine someone coming out here and finding me fucking you?”

You lick your lips, clenching your thighs together. 

Jimin’s sunroom was simple, a round rug that held a round coffee table and four surrounding chairs. A few plants surround the room, some tall while others not. 

“Please fuck me, Kook.”

Jungkook grunts. “You’re that desperate?” he scoffs.

You are. You don’t want foreplay or anything - you just want his cock buried deep inside of you.

You lean against a chair, hiking up your dress. Jungkook is just as needy, undoing his belt and pushing his pants down.

“You’re such a fucking whore, Y/N. So cock hungry that you’re willing to get fucked anywhere.”

Jungkook’s fingers hook between your panties and shoves them down. Your glistening cunt welcomes him and without much thought, he dives in.

You and Jungkook aren’t even trying to be quiet. His hips snap and he’s fucking you with such punishing - yet delicious - speed. Your ass bounces against him, pussy squelching loudly as the sound of skin slapping dances around the room.

“My pretty girl,” Jungkook grunts. In and out, in and out - he fucks you with such need. Your pussy hypnotizes him and all he can focus on is the way you cream against his cock, whimpering and begging for more. “you’re such a good little whore, Y/N. Fuck,” he lets out a strangled groan. “all mine. I’m all yours, too.”

Your eyes glances at the shut door, adrenaline rushing through you at the thought of someone finding you and Jungkook in here. His fucking you with such greed, showing you and anyone else who saw that you were his.

That finally Jeon Jungkook was yours, and no one else. After silently crushing on him since your youth, now you and Jungkook are together. He was as yours just as much as you were his.

“I love you so much, Kook~”

It was easier saying it seeing as you’ve said it before - countless times. All those back when he thought of you as a little sister. Now, however, it causes his heart to jolt in his chest and the familiar pressure in his stomach to return. “Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, coming closer to you. “I-I love you, too.”

It didn’t feel weird saying - Jungkook did love you. It was more complicated now, only because of your brother, but he didn’t feel like he said it out of lust. He genuinely did have love for you, far more than he had when you and he were children.

Jungkook shoots warm cum deep inside of you, his right hand reaching between your legs to rub at your clit. You’re gripping his cock, thighs shaking with overstimulation until you’re cumming all over him.

“Oh,”

The door opens for a moment and Taehyung walks halfway through it before noticing Jungkook and you. His eyes are wide and slowly, he begins to back out. “I see the room’s already taken. Fuck,” he hisses.

The door closes and for a moment, Jungkook and you are silent.

“Is he…”

“He’s drunk.” Jungkook assures. “He’s not going to remember walking in here.”

Jungkook pulls your panties back up and your dress down before fixing himself. You sit slump against the chair to catch your breath.

“We should tell Jay.” 

Your eyes glances at Jungkook who sits besides you in another seat.

You bite your lip.

“It doesn’t have to be now or even a month from now.” Jungkook says. “But…we can’t keep this secret forever. I can’t keep pretending to hold it together around you.”

You softly smile, recalling the way Jungkook had glared daggers at the man before.

“And neither can you.”

Jungkook’s teasing, but you’re fully aware of that yourself. Your hand tangles with his and he brings it to his lips. 

“Until then,” you give him a playful smile. “you’re still going to fuck me when he’s asleep down the hall?”

Jungkook laughs aloud. “Of course.” he says - because the act of sneaking into your room as if you and he were horny teenagers in a forbidden romance was fun.

trivia-yandere: hopefully this final part satiates you guys :3

//

life with jungkook begins again that sunday morning. 

it felt a little strange to wake up next to him. to stir awake in his arms, nuzzled in the crook of his neck, with your legs tangled together under the sheets. his morning kisses still felt the same, even though you both know deep down that something has changed between you two.

something has shifted.

yet, it’s so unspoken that even your thoughts fail to construct themselves. everything just feels so delicate—like one (more) wrong move and everything between you two will become fragments of a sad love story untold. it claws your heart in so many agonizing ways.

the confusion, hurt, and fear.

so much fucking fear.

when did you become capable of this? of loving someone so much it made you conscious of yourself? or of being loved someone so much that every decision big or small effects them too?

... and you think he'll bring it up. you hold your breath every time there's a passing moment of silence between you two. you prepare yourself mentally for his questions or for the clarity he craves and deserves but is stuck fogged up in your chest... and perhaps it’s the sleepy morning sex or the exchanges of coffee kisses, but it doesn’t come up. 

instead, he is gentle.

instead, his silence is rest, reassurance, and trust.

instead he is unconditional and his arms stay open no matter how much you anticipate for him to close off.

it drives you a little crazy... how you haven’t even apologized for anything… because, yes. there are things to apologize for. you aren’t completely sure what, but you know you should apologize for something. that’s the mature thing to do, right? 

to give in first. 

the bed is empty when jungkook wakes up.

his arm searches for you out of habit, eyes still closed as he reaches across the mattress and is met with… nothing. jungkook’s brows twitch faintly, eyes opening slowly only to see that the sheets beside him are wrinkled. he places his hand on your spot and notices that it’s cold. 

it probably has been for a while. 

quickly, he tries to recall anything you said last night and is quickly stumped. the school semester is over and there’s no way you would be meeting up with ambi this early in the day. what else could it be? what could be so important for you to leave him in the morning?

you two are okay again. 

finally fucking okay. 

he’s so grateful.

to be with you again… feels indescribable. though he acknowledges everything that happened between you two, he doesn’t feel the need to talk about it. at least, not right now. not when everything feels close to perfect. 

at the same time, he’s prepared if you want to talk about it—talk about everything and nothing. from the timeline, his apology drafts in his notes app, and his key points of devotion for you—all of it.

everything. 

he has everything ready for you. if you want it, he’ll give it to you… you just have to ask. 

jungkook sits up, refusing his thoughts to go any further. it’s too early to be sad, and he has to at least give the day a chance before the sun comes up. so, he rubs his eyes and sits in it. 

in this terrible feeling of waking up without you and not knowing where you are. 

his chest tightens before he can stop it.

it’s ridiculous, honestly… how quickly his mind drifts these days. it embarrasses him a little because it’s so pathetic. really, it is. what grown thirty-six year old man yearns like this?

you leave once and suddenly every absence feels catastrophic. 

a bathroom door closed too long, a missed phone call, or waking up without your body beside his… it’s like his brain reacts before logic can catch up. 

like he’s been pushed off a boat and left to swim toward shore through violent waters, lungs burning while he searches desperately for something stable to hold onto. as a matter of fact, he thinks his lungs could collapse if you leave again. it’s like love has rewired his nervous system into something fearful and feral all at once. 

before you left, jungkook never knew panic could feel so physical.

now it lives inside his body and takes over when moments like this happens. 

empty sheets. 

silence. 

and the worst part is that he knows it isn’t fair.

you came back.

you chose him again.

yet some wounded-bunny part of him still braces for abandonment, like it’s inevitable now. like happiness has become something so borrowed, so almost. like if he loosens his grip for even a second, you’ll disappear from his life all over again and this time he won’t survive it nearly as gracefully.

because the first time nearly killed him.

all that remains now is this terrifying awareness of how much he loves you, how much he has to lose, and how much he has given up. 

… then his heart skips a beat. 

the faint sound of cabinets closing, ceramic against marble, and the coffee machine humming quietly from the kitchen cause him to exhale in relief. 

it leaves him slower than it should.

he drags a hand down his face, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. grounding himself. waking himself up properly before his brain starts doing cruel things again.

everything is okay. 

it has to be.

you came back.

you’ve been sleeping in his arms. you let him kiss you every morning with sleepy lips and warm hands beneath his shirt like none of this was ever impossible… but, fuck. 

still.

there’s something fragile in the air. 

something that feels one breath away from collapsing again.

as much as jungkook hates to admit it, he feels it in the way you sometimes hesitate before touching him. he wasn’t sure what it was before, but now he can’t help but notice it because it happens often enough to worry him. it happens enough for him to feel the need to prepare to run after you. it happens enough to scare the living shit out of him. 

it’s in the way you look at him like you’re trying to predict which version of him you’re going to get. it’s in the way both of you speak softer now.

careful.

conscious.

afraid. 

it hurts jungkook deeply as he realizes that love has suddenly become something breakable… and he can’t even find it in himself to blame you for that.

he’s thought about it over and over again lately—trying to understand you without resenting you for the distance between you two. you’ve never done this before. you have never depended on anyone before. you have never put anything down. how can he blame you for not knowing what lightweight feels like when you have carried so much for so long? 

yet, he feels helpless. 

it feels like he’s always standing in front of you holding flowers while you struggle to carry a glass vase already slipping from your hands.

there are places for you to set it down. places to rest. people willing to help. he is willing to help… but you refuse every time. you insist you can hold it on your own, even as the weight starts making your hands shake. and whenever jungkook reaches forward to steady it, you stumble back so quickly the vase nearly slips altogether.

so where does that leave him?

standing there helplessly while the flowers wilt in his hands… or stepping closer and risking you dropping everything entirely?

jungkook finds you standing in the kitchen all dressed up.

your hair is tied back perfectly with a few strands loosely framing your pretty face. his first thought is; wow. you look so grown up.

he's never seen you look so mature. he can’t help but smile because wow... aren't you just the prettiest sight. he can't get over it. every second of you feels so new. he indulges in your delight.

he loves every detail.

you're wearing heels! he's never seen you in heels before. in fact, he didn't know you owned a pair.

“___,” he says, breath taken away. “you look so pretty.”

jungkook walks toward you slowly, like sudden movements might scare you away again. his hands slide around your waist from behind, palms warm against your stomach.

“morning,” you murmur.

then, you melt into him automatically. in response, he presses his mouth against your temple first.

then your cheek.

then finally your lips.

jungkook kisses you longer than usual. perhaps it’s because of his little morning scare, or maybe it’s because your look is really getting him in the mood. his thumb brushes softly over your stomach through your blouse.

“did we have plans today?” he asks against your mouth. “so early. come back to bed. you're gorgeous in this, but i want to take it off you.”

you give him a funny look. 

he tilts his head in confusion. 

“it’s my orientation today.”

you say it like you’ve talked about it nonstop. 

you haven’t. 

jungkook would’ve taken note… he couldn’t have missed this. he wouldn’t have. 

“orientation?” he asks. “for what?”

“for the internship.”

and just like that… everything shifts.

again.

it’s subtle.

so subtle that maybe nobody else would notice it.

but you notice and jungkook stills behind you.

not fully, but just enough. his arms loosen slightly around your waist. his mouth parts like he’s about to say something reassuring first before his confusion catches up to him.

“… you’re still doing it?”

you nod once, turning toward the coffee machine.

“what does that mean?” you reply with a hint of a defensive tone. “when did i say i wasn't going through with it?”

the internship. 

you did mention it… before the fight. before everything, but not recently. 

and when did you two decide on this? when was this discussed and taken into consideration in terms of where you are in your pregnancy and where you two are emotionally? isn’t this too much on your plate? and fuck. 

seriously. 

did he really forget about the internship?

then it hits him.

maybe part of him just assumed that your life would slow down now. he assumed things would change. jungkook assumed you’d stay tucked safely inside the little world he was already building around you.

the realization makes guilt crawl beneath his skin almost instantly.

because he knows how that sounds.

controlling.

selfish.

but beneath all of it is something uglier.

fear.

he thinks about you struggling to get comfortable at night. your swollen ankles and he way you wince getting out of bed sometimes when you think he’s asleep. the way he caught you crying in the bathroom last week because your body “doesn’t feel like yours anymore.”

most of all, he’s afraid of being the one thing you choose to down. 

and now you want to work? the school semester just ended for you… shouldn’t you take a break? 

jungkook swallows hard.

“when were you gonna tell me?”

“i'm confused... jungkook, i'm pretty sure i’ve mentioned it,” you say rather passively. “if i didn’t, then i guess i’m telling you now.” your voice stays light, but he hears the defensiveness tucked inside it immediately.

his jaw tightens.

“i just thought maybe…” he pauses carefully. “maybe you weren’t doing it anymore. i mean, with all things considered.”

you finally look at him then.

“all things considered?”

“___, you’re pregnant. you’re about to give birth in like… a month and a half. besides, these kinds of things require more of a discussion, decision, and compromise between the both of us. you can’t just do things without telling me or considering me. us, i mean. you, me, the baby… be honest… did you really think this thing through?”

the words fall heavier than he intends and your expression shifts almost instantly.

jungkook feels regret stab through him immediately.

“baby, i just mean—”

“i applied for this before the pregnancy. i’m sorry if i didn’t consider you then and this is happening now,” your voice stays calm, but your shoulders tense beneath his hands. “this is important to me.”

“i know that,” jungkook agrees. 

“do you?”

“i never said it wasn’t.” jungkook exhales. “of course i do.” his voice softens as he reaches for you. “i wanna support you. i do, baby. i just… i don't think the timing is good at all. your plate is too full.”

he looks down briefly, trying to organize feelings that all sound terrible out loud... because the truth is that he doesn’t think this internship is worth it. he doesn’t want you exhausted. he doesn’t want strangers stressing you out or overworking yourself. 

he doesn’t want you to need anything but him. 

and maybe that last thought is the problem.

“___, i don’t think you’re being reasonable with yourself right now,” he says carefully. “can you even do this? you can barely tie your own shoes these days.”

your face hardens immediately and jungkook realizes too late that his words slipped out too easily. too thoughtless.

fuck.

the second the words leave his mouth, he wants them back.

you go still.

completely still.

jungkook watches your throat bob once before you gently pull away from him. not dramatic or angry and somehow that makes it worse.

“okay,” you murmur.

“that’s not—”

“it’s fine, jungkook.” you tell him. “it’s okay. we can disagree on this. but i’m still going today and i hope you can be more supportive about this when we talk it over later.”

suddenly he feels it again.

that horrible distance.

like he’s standing right in front of you but somehow losing you anyway.

“a-and i’m not trying to be selfish, just so you know. i’m doing this for our future too. i’m doing this so i have stability for myself and don’t depend on you. i know you can do the heavy lifting. i know you can pay for the mortgage and buy me a house with a white picket fence if i ask nicely—i get it. but do you get that i’m not asking you to? that this internship is for me,” you say quietly, staring down into your coffee. “this was before you and the baby. this is the last thing i get to do for myself before i devote the rest of my fucking life to you and the baby. do you get that?”

“is devoting to us so bad?” jungkook hisses. “what the fuck are you even saying, ___?”

“i would love to lie in bed and just be yours,” you confess. “but i would never forgive myself for not doing more. for not following through with my passions and abilities just because i…”

because i love you.

you pause. 

jungkook searches for your eyes. 

“can you just trust me, jungkook?” you plead. “this isn’t about you, the baby, or any of that—”

“any of our life together?”

“stop,” you breathe. “please stop.”

guilt blooms hot in his chest because he understands what you mean immediately.

pregnancy has consumed everything.

your body.

your routines.

your future.

your relationship.

everyone looks at you differently and handles you differently.

especially him.

and maybe somewhere along the way, protecting you started feeling dangerously close to controlling you.

jungkook rubs a hand over his mouth.

the kitchen suddenly feels too small.

too warm.

“i don’t think you understand me right now,” you sigh eventually. “i’m going to be late if i try to explain myself even more. i’m in no mood to start a fight, and i get that asking you to understand may feel unfair… but fuck, jungkook… please?” you ask as you reach for your bag.

instantly panic flares inside him immediately.

“wait.”

you pause.

“let me drive you.” he’s already stepping back toward the hallway. “i just have to change.”

hesitation flickers across your face. it’s small and brief, but it’s still enough to make his stomach twist.

“... w-what? do you not want me to?”

“i do want you to... it's just that...” you say softly. “jimin offered already. he’s outside.”

jungkook stops moving.

“he helped me get the internship,” you add quickly. “he wanted to send me off.”

and there it is.

that sharp ugly feeling.

jealousy.

resentment.

mixed with something bitter and exhausted.

of course it’s jimin again.

of course someone else gets to stand beside you during important moments while jungkook somehow keeps ending up on the outside of them. his tongue presses hard against the inside of his cheek.

“… why are we fucking stuck here?” jungkook sighs. “why… why are we here again, ___?”

you close your eyes immediately.

not angry.

tired.

“please,” you whisper. “i don’t wanna fight.”

“this isn’t fighting.”

“then don’t make it one.”

jungkook laughs quietly under his breath.

a humorless sound.

“jungkook, this isn’t about him.”

“right,” he mutters. “and it’s never about me either.”

the second he says it, your face falls.

he knows he’s putting you in a tough spot. he knows this is near pointless. he knows he’s just being a jerk that woke up on the wrong side of the bed—but he also knows that the shit he’s saying is true. that he has pushed them down far enough. 

but two things can be true at once. your truth and his. 

this isn’t fair. 

he knows you’re trying.

he can literally see you trying as you step toward him slowly, lips pouting a little as your fingers reach for his wrist.

“i have to go,” you lean up to kiss him goodbye. “have a good day, okay?”

and god.

he wants to let you.

he wants to melt immediately.

he wants to wrap his arms around you and apologize and tell you he’s just scared all the time now. he wants to stop time and find a way to rewind this morning just so he can be kinder, softer, and more yours… 

because right now he’s so scared of losing you.

scared of hurting you.

scared that he’s already becoming the kind of man you’ll eventually resent.

but the jealousy, hurt, and misunderstanding get there first. so instead of kissing you goodbye and wishing you luck, jungkook takes a small step back… and the look on your face after nearly fucking kills him.

you try to hide it.

you really do.

but he sees the way embarrassment flashes across your expression before you lower your hand. you blink at him before attempting to smile. then, you turn around and leave. 

the door closes softly behind you, soft enough that it feels intentional and it absolutely kills him. it’s like even now, you’re still trying to protect his feelings.

jungkook stands there staring at the door long after you’re gone.

his chest aches.

the building where your internship is makes you feel so grown up.

it’s exactly the way you imagined it would be with the cold glass stretching high into the clouds and the polished marble floors. 

the space is filled with employees and their quick footsteps. at one point, you notice a group of girls your age with prettier resumes than yours clipped neatly onto lanyards hanging from their necks and it makes you feel a little worried.

then you realize… you’re already in.

they’re applying.

pride blooms in your chest.

then, you turn your head to follow a scent. everything smells expensive. you can't differentiate what has you in a trance. could it be the coffee, the different perfumes the linger, or the building itself?

you stand in the lobby smoothing your hands nervously over the front of your blouse while orientation assistants direct people around with bright smiles and practiced voices.

you feel good.

really good.

important, almost.

like yourself again.

not somebody’s girlfriend not girlfriend.  not somebody’s future wife. not somebody’s mother. not a student anymore… 

just… you.

your name.

your accomplishments.

your ambition.

your potential.

you catch your reflection briefly in the mirrored elevator walls and feel something warm bloom inside your chest.

see?

you can still do this.

you’re still you.

and even the thought alone feels embarrassingly emotional, you let it. for once, you let yourself fucking feel what is true. 

ever since becoming pregnant, it felt like pieces of your identity have started blurring together in ways you weren’t prepared for. every conversation somehow circles back to the baby. every concern about your body becomes medical, practical, or protective.

maybe that’s why this matters so much. you need proof that you still belong to yourself too.

orientation begins on the twenty-seventh floor.

the conference room overlooks the city skyline, sunlight pouring through the windows while interns introduce themselves one by one. resumes. goals. prior experience.

you sit straighter every time someone speaks, doing your best to look as engaged and attentive as possible.

trying to at least. 

when it’s your turn, you introduce yourself with a smile.

your voice barely shakes.

the coordinator seems impressed with your background immediately and asks you questions. you’re showered with compliments about your previous work and how much your school faculty vouched for you. at one point, you make a friend. 

one of the interns beside you whispers; “girl, your portfolio’s insane, by the way.”

and god.

it feels good to hear that.

your cheeks warm with quiet pride as you thank her softly. you can't help but feel so much excitement and optimism.

but that only lasts so long.

after an hour passes, you feel your lower back ache.

then another hour passes, and you feel your need to pee every fifteen minutes kick in.

the expensive scents that had you in a trance earlier? suddenly they're too overpowering. you get a little nauseous, but worst of all is that it makes your head start to hurt.

it gets to a point where you excuse yourself for a breather. everyone nods, their eyes not shying away from your bump. you gulp as everyone watches you leave.

you tell yourself it’s fine.

you’re fine.

you are completely fine.

you’ve handled worse than discomfort before.

still, when the building tour begins, your body protests immediately. the heels of your shoes dig painfully into your swollen feet. your backache intensifies. your beginning to get lightheaded.

you trail behind the group slightly while the coordinator speaks enthusiastically about departments and opportunities and networking events, but her voice starts sounding fuzzier the longer you walk.

too warm.

everything suddenly feels too warm.

your blouse sticks uncomfortably to your skin beneath your cardigan while your stomach tightens faintly beneath the fabric.

the baby shifts.

hard.

you pause instinctively, palm pressing against the underside of your stomach.

“___? are you okay?” the girl beside you asks gently.

your answer comes automatically.

“yeah, i’m okay.”

she smiles and continues walking. you follow immediately despite the ache crawling down your hips.

because that’s what you do.

keep going.

keep smiling.

keep proving yourself.

then, your phone buzzes.

jungkook: hi baby did you eat lunch yet? read. jungkook: i was a jerk this morning. i'm sorry read. jungkook: also hope ur day is going well excited to hear abt it later over dinner pls go on a dinner date with me :( pls ...

your throat tightens unexpectedly…. because suddenly all you can picture is him standing barefoot in the kitchen this morning looking half asleep while rubbing circles against your stomach through his hoodie.

you think about the way his face fell after stepping away from your goodbye kiss.

you think about him tying your shoes three days ago because you’d gotten frustrated trying to bend over.

your chest aches.

the afternoon drags afterward and your body has now given up.

your ankles are visibly swollen and your smile hurts to maintain. your stomach feels so heavy that standing upright for too long makes you want to cry a little. you had to excuse yourself to pee like six times in the span of one hour. 

still.

every time someone asks if you need a seat first, or help carrying materials, or water and in response; you refused. 

somewhere deep down, accepting help still feels too close to weakness… and maybe pregnancy has made that worse.

it’s humiliating sometimes.

not because jungkook makes you feel incapable.

god no.

if anything, he loves you too carefully.

that’s the problem.

he notices everything.

every wince, every sigh, and every moment of discomfort you try to hide. sometimes you catch him watching you with this quiet worried expression, like he’s mentally calculating ways to make the world softer for you.

you used to think it was suffocating.

now, halfway through another department tour while your feet throb so badly you can barely focus, you suddenly wonder if maybe you’ve misunderstood him all along.

maybe love looks a little like being witnessed.

maybe love looks like someone noticing when you’re struggling before you say anything at all.

your eyes sting unexpectedly as you realize just how much you miss him. the realization hits hard enough to make you stop walking for a second.

you want him. 

you need him.

you love him more than you’re willing to admit… and it’s getting tiring carrying all of this. it’s tiring being everything all at once. your chest tightens as you finally let yourself put something down;

your pride.

by the time you leave the building, your body feels so unbearably heavy. you haven’t been this tired in months. it’s like exhaustion has settled somewhere deeper than your bones. your feet ache. your back burns. your stomach feels tight and sore from carrying yourself upright all day while pretending none of it was difficult.

maybe that’s the most exhausting part of all.

pretending.

pretending you aren’t struggling, or that you didn’t need any help. pretending that your independence still feels empowering instead of lonely.

you can’t help it.

the elevator ride down had been your breaking point.

one whole minute of uninterrupted silence. one whole minute of no smiling, no introductions, and no trying.

just stillness… and suddenly every ache in your body became impossible to ignore.

in one breath, you realize how much relief you feel at the thought of coming home to jungkook… and everything he is. your chest tightens painfully at the realization because suddenly, the thought of going home to an empty apartment sounds unbearable. you think you might actually cry if jungkook isn’t there.

maybe home has never really been a place for you.

maybe it’s always been a person.

as you step out of the elevator, you take your phone out from your bag and open it. quickly, you realize you never texted him back.

fuck.

your stomach twists immediately.

as you’re about to answer him, you reach the front of the lobby and the revolving doors slide open. cold air brushes against your skin and then—just like all the moments with him in the past—you feel him.

his presence.

and just like that, you lift your head and see him.

jungkook is standing outside the lobby with wire-framed glasses slipping slightly down his nose. his oversized denim jacket makes him look broader than he already is, his dark hair visibly messy from running his hands through it too many times. he’s holding a shopping bag in one hand and flowers in the other.

god.

he looks painfully handsome.

he looks like home.

a sudden thought comes up; maybe that’s what finally scares you… how badly you want to rest there. like every soft place your body has been craving all day without you realizing it. the second his eyes land on you, he smiles.

it’s small at first.

then it softens completely as he takes you in.

relief floods his face so openly it nearly wrecks you on the spot. like he’s been anxious for hours. like physically seeing you standing in front of him settles something violent inside his chest.

his shoulders visibly loosen as you walk closer to him. the tension in his jaw easing for the first time all day.

and god.

nobody has ever looked relieved by your existence before.

wanted you? yes.

desired you? absolutely.

but relieved? like your presence alone quiets something terrible inside them? the realization makes your throat tighten immediately because maybe leaving him really did break something in him… and somehow, he still loves you gently anyway.

you stop walking for half a second because suddenly you feel shy.

which is ridiculous.

this is jungkook.

your jungkook.

the man who has seen every version of you.

still… because things between you two have felt so fragile lately that seeing him waiting outside for you anyway makes your chest ache in a completely different way. in a way where you feel this overwhelming rush beneath your skin. like you need to kiss him immediately or you’ll lose your mind. like you need to be in his arms or you’ll lose vision in your left eye.

dramatic, ridiculous and painfully real.

you want his hands on you.

not sexually.

just… somewhere. anywhere. enough to remind your body that you aren’t alone anymore and that you need him in a way you never have before.

so, you pick up your pace. 

you walk toward him, prepared to do it. to give in. to finally put your pride down. to tell him he was right about today and how you should’ve listened. but when you finally stand in front of him, you open your mouth and nothing comes out.

instead, you just stare at him.

and in return, jungkook smiles at you like you’re his entire world.

his eyes move slowly over your face like he’s checking for damage.you feel your own eyes sting almost immediately when he leans forward and presses a kiss against your cheek. his lips linger there for half a second too long.

your eyes close instinctively. your body leaning toward him before your pride can stop it. already at a loss for words, jungkook suddenly crouches in front of you.

instantly, your breath catches sharply enough your lungs hurt because he does it so naturally. he reaches for the strap of your heels and begins undoing them quietly. he doesn’t ask you anything. doesn’t comment on how swollen your ankles look right now or tease you for overdoing it.

instead, his fingers brush against your ankle gently, steadying your leg automatically so you don’t wobble.

his glasses slide further down his nose as he looks down in concentration. you notice the faint crease between his brows. the careful way he holds your ankle steady in his palm.

your stomach twists painfully because when was the last time you treated yourself gently? and something inside you starts unraveling immediately because this is the first time all day someone has treated your body like something deserving of care instead of performance. this is the first time you’ve been taken in regardless of your pride.

this is the first time you let it happen too.

you don’t pull away and you don’t insist you can do it yourself. you don’t apologize for taking up space.

you just let him love you in his own way.

the terrifying part is how natural it feels. how quickly your body melts the second someone else starts carrying the weight for you.

jungkook slips the heel off carefully and the relief is immediate. your shoulders sag without permission, and his brows pinch faintly at the reaction like he’s upset you were uncomfortable for longer than necessary.

then he reaches into the shopping bag beside him.

your favourite pair of sneakers.

your throat tightens as jungkook slides one onto your foot carefully before moving to the other side. still silent. still gentle.

his thumb brushes softly against the inside of your ankle, absentmindedly and instinctively. it’s intimate in the way only long-term love can be.

and suddenly you can’t breathe properly.

all day long you kept forcing yourself through discomfort like enduring pain quietly was something noble all the while jungkook loves you like resting is allowed.

your vision blurs instantly.

fuck.

you look away quickly, pressing your hands against your face before the tears can fully spill… except they already are.

before you knwo it, your shoulders shake once. then again… and again.

jungkook freezes mid-knot.

panic flashes across his face before he even looks up properly.

“… baby? why are you crying?”

his voice changes immediately. he sounds soft, concerned, and truthfully a little scared. you realize suddenly that your tears frighten him now. like losing you once taught him to panic first and think second.

you shake your head quickly behind your hands, mortified from your own body’s betrayal. you can’t believe it… how pathetic you must look right now.

“i’m okay,” you whisper.

but the words crumble the second they leave your mouth because you aren’t okay. perhaps that’s the first honest thing your body has admitted all day.

“s-sorry,” you whisper weakly. “i just… fuck, jungkook…”

another sob catches in your throat.

“you tie my shoes and i… i love you.”

the confession slips out before you can stop it.

jungkook stills completely.

then he stands immediately after tying the laces, his hands wrapping gently around your wrists to pull them away from your face. his brows knit together the second he sees how hard you’re crying.

“you love me?”

his hands cup your face carefully.

your eyes flutter shut for half a second on instinct alone like your body recognizes safety before your mind does. your breathing slows instinctively beneath his touch like your nervous system knows him by heart now. his thumbs brush beneath your eyes over and over while he searches your expression like he’s trying to figure out where the damage is. he hates seeing you cry. he didn’t realize just how much until now.

jungkook’s face crumples slightly.

“baby, talk to me.”

the tenderness in his voice only makes you cry harder.

fuck.

he sounds so worried. so loving. so invested.

so… yours.

“look, i’m sorry about this morning,” jungkook says quickly when you can’t answer. “i shouldn’t have pushed you like that, i just…”

he pauses before briefly dropping his forehead against yours.

the contact makes your knees feel weak instantly.

you can feel him breathing. it’s uneven and shaky. it’s like he’s trying very hard not to unravel with you.

“fuck,” he whispers. “i was worried about you all day.”

your chest caves inward. you feel the pit of your stomach twist violently. you might actually throw up from how overwhelming all of this feels.

“you didn’t answer my texts,” he murmurs softly. “i didn’t know if you were mad at me or if something happened or—”

“you were right.”

jungkook’s expression changes instantly.

your lips tremble.

“jungkook… i’m so tired,” you whisper shakily. your voice sounds smaller somehow…

younger.

it’s vulnerable in a way that makes jungkook’s entire face soften immediately. the confession leaves your body like surrender and the second you say it out loud, more tears spill down your cheeks because it’s true.

you’re so tired.

tired of carrying everything alone. tired of treating your body like something to battle against. tired of acting like needing love is the same thing as weakness.

“my feet hurt,” you whisper brokenly. “my back hurts and i could barely focus all day because i was trying so hard to pretend i was okay. at first everything smelled really good and then everything smelled too strong and i got dizzy and nauseous and—and one colleague brought porkbelly for lunch which is fine because he’s allowed to eat whatever he wants b-but i…”

“shhh,” jungkook whispers immediately. his hand slides into your hair instinctively. “it’s okay. what you feel is okay.”

jungkook says it so easily as if your feelings aren’t inconvenient. meanwhile, you hate how pathetic you sound… except jungkook doesn’t look at you like you’re pathetic at all.

he looks at you like he wishes he could’ve carried you through the entire day himself.

“a-and the whole time i kept thinking about you,” your voice cracks harder. “about how angry i got because you noticed before i did.”

his thumbs still softly against your cheeks.

“i don’t know how to stop doing this,” you admit quietly. “i don’t know how to stop carrying more than i can handle.”

your fingers curl weakly into the front of his hoodie like some exhausted part of you is finally reaching for help instead of resisting it.

“i trust you, i really do… but sometimes this doesn’t even feel like it’s about you. it’s about what i put down. where i put it. and how do i adjust to a lighter load? how do i become okay with not being everything all at once?”

the words hang between you both heavily because finally; you’re saying the real thing.

not the argument or defensiveness but the fear underneath it.

jungkook’s eyes gloss over instantly behind his glasses.

“i keep acting like needing you means losing myself,” you whisper. “and i’m so tired of fighting you when all you’re trying to do is love me.”

you grip the front of his hoodie weakly.

“i give up,” you whisper. “i give in.”

a beat.

“jungkook, i love you. i want to be loved by you,” you cry softly. “and i’m sorry for making it feel like you had to beg me to let you take care of me. a-and i’m sorry about the sara thing. whatever the fuck that was… i’m sorry.”

“we can talk about that another time,” he says softly. “let’s focus on you right now, okay?”

his voice breaks completely before he pulls you against him immediately. so fucking desperately… his hand spreads wide against the back of your head protectively like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip too much. one arm wraps tightly around your shoulders while the other cradles the back of your head, pressing you into his chest like he’s been holding himself together all day and finally can’t anymore.

the force of it almost makes you stumble.

“don’t apologize for anything,” he whispers shakily into your hair. “it’s all okay.”

you cry harder the second he holds you because this is what you were actually afraid of all along.

and it’s relieving to be in this moment with him. to feel not only dependence or vulnerability, but rest. 

the terrifying softness of being cared for without needing to earn it first.

being loved enough to finally rest.

jungkook presses trembling kisses against your hairline while his hand rubs slowly up and down your back.

“___, i want you to know that i don’t want less of you,” he whispers. “i don’t want you smaller. i don’t want you quieter or easier or less ambitious. i just want you happy.”

his voice cracks hard on the last word because he means it. more than his pride and more than being right… honestly? maybe more than himself.

another sob leaves your chest instantly.

jungkook pulls back just enough to look at your face again, brushing tears from your cheeks carefully.

“and i know you can do everything alone,” he says softly. “that’s never been the issue.” his forehead presses against yours again, his nose brushing yours gently. “i just don’t think you should have to.”

your eyes squeeze shut.

for the first time in a long time, you let your full weight lean into him completely.

your body practically folds into his.

exhausted from holding yourself up alone for so long.

“thank you for everything,” you whisper, dipping your head low. you kiss him softly, his lips chase yours as you pull away. “thank you for being so patient… especially when i don’t know how to stop carrying everything by myself.”

his thumb brushes slowly beneath your eye before he exhales shakily through his nose, forehead resting against yours.

“then put it down,” he whispers softly.

your brows pinch. 

“what?” you ask.

“all of it.”

“we can put it down anywhere you want,” he murmurs. “we’ll figure it out together.”

his hand slides from your cheek down to your wrist carefully.

“for starters, you can leave it by the couch,” he begins, earning a weak laugh breaks through your crying. jungkook pauses and smiles softly at the sound of it. “or we can shove it into some ugly box and hide it under our bed for awhile.”

your lips wobble harder.

his expression turns impossibly tender after that.

“and if you want…” his hand lifts slowly between you both before he presses your palm gently against the center of his chest.

right over his heartbeat.

his heart pounds hard beneath your hand.

“you can put it here.”

your breath catches sharply. jungkook’s eyes never leave yours.

“i love you. i want all of you.” he says. “i have meant every part of my presence with you. since the very beginning. since our first kiss and the first time you ever refused for me to drive you home. since the grocery store. i miss you every second you aren’t with me. i love our baby in every possible way. i love our life together even though it’s just beginning.”

jungkook pauses to take a breath.

your grip tightened on the steering wheel, your vision blurring as the midday traffic faded into a haze of entirely forbidden thoughts. you could almost feel it… you wanted to feel it. large and heavy hands, marred by ink and calloused by time, wrapping around your neck. not to hurt, but to possess. you imagined the exhilarating weight of JUNGKOOK'S hand pressing ever so slightly against your throat while you cried out from the intensity of him. you could see his dark eyes looking down at you, softening just enough to kiss your tears away, before that same hand slid down your chest.

in the heat of your own mind, his fingers did agonizing wonders to your body, tracing paths of fire until they reached the exact spot that made you arch your back. the muscular mass of a forty-nine-year-old man pinning you flat, capturing your wrists so that moving or getting up wasn't even a choice. his lips would follow his hands, biting, licking, and painting your skin in violent, but beautiful shades of red, purple, and blue.

“(name),” he would growl, his voice breathy and raspy against your ear. “(name)… (name)…”

jungkook would repeat your name like a mantra, a man utterly undone, unable to get over the fact that he had such a pretty and greedy little thing beneath him–

“(name)!”

the sharp bark of your name shattered the fantasy like glass. you blinked hard, the blinding sun reflecting off the asphalt snapping you violently back to reality. the phantom weight on your chest vanished, replaced by the tight pull of your seatbelt.

“(name), (name), hellooo,” yunjin sighed from the passenger seat, snapping her fingers next to your face.

“huh… yeah?” you stammered, your heart beating so fast, though not for the reason your friends thought.

“sweets, you missed the exit,” yunjin said, pointing out the window at the roundabout you had just bypassed.

from the backseat, giselle leaned forward between the two headrests, a knowing smirk on her face. “yeah, you seemed so dazed. your eyes were totally glazed over. who exactly were you thinking about, hm?”

a heavy knot of guilt coiled tightly in your stomach. you felt the heat rushing up your neck, praying they would mistake it for standard pre-wedding jitters. you obviously couldn't say the name that was actually burning the back of your throat. you couldn't tell them you were craving the father of the groom.

“jungmin,” you lied, forcing a shy smile onto your face.

“awww!”

their reactions were instant and sweet, their expressions melting into lovey-dovey, happy grins. it was exactly the reaction you wanted, yet it made the secret guilt burn even hotter. they thought it was beautiful — a bride-to-be so deeply in love that she couldn't even navigate a roundabout one week before her wedding. forcing yourself to smile along, checking your mirrors to loop back around the exit, all while the sensation of what jungkook’s hands could feel lingered like a brand on your skin.

you also weren’t supposed to spend your last night as an engaged woman like that. sitting on the edge of the mattress, the soft paper of your wedding vows crinkling beneath your fingers, you couldn’t see anyone else.

the mini-notes were scattered along the duvet like your feelings and thoughts, a messy blueprint of a promise you were supposed to make tomorrow. you knew the words by heart, you’d practiced them a million times. but focusing had become an impossible chore ever since yesterday night, the exact moment your parents-in-law arrived.

they had greeted you with so much warmth. there were sweet hugs and kisses on your cheeks, a genuine celebration of you joining the family. but, you weren’t crazy, right? when jungkook’s hand had settled against the small of your back, his palm had lingered just for a second too long. it definitely hadn't felt like a family-friendly touch, and the ghost of his touch had been burning through your skin ever since.

you couldn't stop thinking about him. you wished you could, but he was just so dreamy. even at forty-nine, just one year away from his fiftieth anniversary, he looked completely lethal. age hadn't touched him; it had only made him more attractive. his right sleeve was entirely covered in dark ink, and the subtle glint of his lip and eyebrow piercings contrasted beautifully against the stoic maturity of his face. his body, his presence, his everything was to die for.

and that was the worst part, because his wife was an absolute angel. your mother-in-law was the sweetest, kindest woman you knew. you loved her to death, as you still remembered how she’d bickered fiercely with your own mother at the bridal shop months ago, firmly stating, "let the bride pick her own dress, it’s her special day!"

minju was beautiful inside and out, and you hated yourself for the ugly envy that curled in your chest because of it. you envied her because she was bonded to jungkook until death do them part. you envied her because she was the one who got to receive his kisses, his fierce devotion, his love, and his finesse.

resting your head in your arms, you stared at the scattered notes. you couldn't really believe how wrong this was... but it felt so right, for all the shameless reasons. with a frustrated whine, you slumped back, your spine sinking into the cushions and your knees pulling up to your chest, as you let out a trembling breath.

jungmin, you thought desperately, closing your eyes. think about jungmin. he was supposed to soothe these awful thoughts away. he was your one and only, the love of your life, the sun to your moon, the peanut butter to your jelly, the yin to your yang.

you bit your lip hard, trying to conjure his face at the altar, but the image warped against your will. instead of your husband-to-be, you saw his father. you pictured jungkook standing there, looking breathlessly handsome and stoic in his tailored suit. you imagined his eyes softening, melting with a quiet hunger as he watched you walk down the aisle in the prettiest dress, the veil dragging behind you as you clutched your bouquet, waiting for the moment you’d tie the knot with a kiss.

a kiss... how would his lips feel on yours? would they be soft at first, testing your boundaries, before turning rough, messy, and demanding at the end? would he cup your face with those big hands, or would they stay firmly at your waist to pick you up and spin you into the air?

knock, knock.

the sudden sound made you snap your head toward the door. you shook your head aggressively, trying to clear the haze from your brain. you checked the time, and it was so late. was it yunjin or giselle? maybe they couldn't sleep from the excitement, wanting one last late-night gossip session before you became a married woman.

"i'm coming!" you called out, smoothing down your clothes as you stood up and padded across the floor. swinging the door open with a small smile, but the words died in your throat. of all the people you expected to see standing in the dimly lit hallway, it was him.

jungkook stood there, his massive frame filling the doorway, looking entirely too good in the shadows, wearing a simple white shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and a silver chain around his neck. was he already outside? the smell of cigarettes mixed with his perfume.

"sweetheart, i'm sorry for the trouble this late at night," his voice was sleepy and vibrated straight to your core. "but we wanted you to have this." he cleared his throat as he extended his hand. between his tattooed fingers, he held a small and elegant indigo box. "it's a tradition in the family for generations, for the father-in-law to give this to the bride-to-be… so it might be your lucky charm."

you grabbed the box, a little confused, but as you took it from his grasp, your fingers brushed against his. the brief contact made you tense up a little bit.

"i-i... what is this exactly?" you stammered, hating how breathless you sounded.

jungkook’s lips twitched into a faint smile. "open it, and you will see."

with trembling fingers, you lifted the lid of the indigo box. resting against the plush velvet was a necklace made of the finest, most radiant diamonds you had ever seen. it caught the dim light of your room, sparkling so intensely it almost hurt to look at. you couldn't stop staring, a sudden wave of inadequacy washing over you. this was too precious. you didn't feel like you deserved to hold it, let alone wear it on your wedding day.

"here," jungkook murmured, his deep voice cutting through your panic as he stepped past the threshold, closing the bedroom door quietly behind him. "let me help you put it on."

walking over to the large mirror in the corner of the room like a woman in a trance, as he followed, stepping up right behind you. starring at his reflection, utterly captivated by the contrast between your small body and his massive one looming over you.

"can you lift your hair for me?" he asked softly, taking the heavy diamond piece from the box.

you did exactly what you were told, reaching up with both hands to gather your hair at the crown of your head, exposing the bareness of your neck. jungkook leaned in, his warmth enveloping you. his large hands reached around from the front, the cool metal of the diamonds brushing against your collarbones before he secured the clasp at the back of your neck. his knuckles grazed your skin, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from whimpering. you looked like a real princess in the mirror, and his words only confirmed it.

"it fits you so beautifully," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours in the glass. "as if it were made for you."

but his hands didn't move away. his heavy palms simply slid down, resting firmly against the curve of your shoulders, the heat of his skin bleeding through the shirt that you used as pyjamas.

"but are you sure i can wear it?" you asked, your voice shaking as you touched the shiny stones, "i mean, it's been in the family for generations. it's just... i-i don't know if..."

jungkook hummed against the shell of your ear, his thumbs brushing lightly over your collarbones before he finally pulled back. the sudden loss of his warmth made you ache. he turned and walked over to the edge of the bed, mindlessly sitting down right on top of the duvet, completely unaware that he was crushing your scattered wedding vows beneath him.

he furrowed his brows in confusion as he felt the paper, reaching down to grab one of the messy index cards. he read it quietly to himself first, his lips moving silently as a soft smile broke across his face.

"didn't know jungmin would marry such a poetic and loving soul like yours," he murmured, his gaze shifting up to track the flush spreading across your cheeks. he reached down and picked up another note, chuckling as he read this part out loud. "and i knew you were the one when you were five and i was four, as you stubbornly saved a place for me in the sand playground and didn't let anyone, especially other girls, go in... oh, i remember that, heh. he was like some dragon trying to protect his princess high in the tower."

you stood by the mirror, a nervous sweat breaking out, trying your absolute best to hide the greedy thoughts consuming you, but you were dealing with a grown man. jungkook had seen the way you had been looking at him all this time, so this wasn’t something new. to untrained eyes, your lingering glances were nothing, just a sweet, soon-to-be daughter-in-law admiring her new family. but to his experienced and keen eyes? yeah, you had tried your best, dear, but you hadn't fooled him for a second.

alas, who was he to blame you, when he was the same? he hadn't forgotten the family summer vacation two years ago. the sight of you walking down the beach in that tiny black bikini. your sweet, sun-kissed body had done dangerous things to both his mind and his body, leaving him starving like a stray animal in the dark. he loved sweet and innocent things, but much to his predatory luck, you were not that innocent.

perhaps you didn't remember that one night, a year ago, when you and jungmin had come home totally wasted after a friend’s birthday party. your fiancé had been knocked out cold, unable to handle his alcohol anywhere near as well as his father. jungmin was snoring in the passenger seat, but you, in your heavily intoxicated state, had been terrifyingly honest.

so clingy, whimpering and whining as jungkook carried you into the house. you had wrapped your arms tightly around his thick, tatted bicep, burying your face in it, ignoring the fact that your passed-out boyfriend was still in the car. your father-in-law remembered every single word you whispered against his skin that night. you had looked up at him with glazed eyes, tugging on the hem of his shirt, and muttered something scandalous.

“jungmin is so soft,” the drunken lust had taken over as you rubbed your hips against his thigh. “he doesn't know how to handle me, and– and i want a real man. i want someone big enough to break me in half. i want you to do it.”

it was a crazy thing to say to the father of the groom, but alcohol always brought the hidden filth to the surface. jungkook had his blood turning to molten lava, forcing himself to put you to bed before going back for his son.

now, sitting on your bed in the hotel room, one day before the wedding, he tossed the vow cards aside.

"you write very sweet things about jungmin, sweetheart," he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes dropping to the diamonds glittering on your chest. "but i think we both know you don't actually want my boy tomorrow, do you?"

jungkook slowly rose from the edge of the bed, his towering frame throwing a heavy shadow right over you. the magnetic pull of him had you frozen in one place as he closed the distance between you until you were face to face, and it made your knees weak. he didn't hesitate when his tattooed hand reached up, his thumb catching your chin, tilting your head up to force your gaze to meet his, cornering you physically and mentally, turning your forbidden daydreams into a suffocating reality.

"you love my son," jungkook murmured, his eyes darkening further as he read the raw panic and desire flooding your face. "but you want me. right, sweetheart?"

you were at a complete loss for words, your throat dry like a desert, because he was damn right. every single insolent thought you’d harbored was laid bare like cards on a poker table. your hands trembled at your sides, the guilt tearing at you, yet the temptation was entirely too loud to ignore. jungkook’s thumb slid up, caressing your lower lip, pressing down slightly against the soft seam. you looked up at him with glossy eyes, as you stared at the man you had been sinning over for years. tears of frustration and lust threatened to spill; unable to stop yourself, you bit his finger evero so lightly.

"am i wrong..." the words sounded so terribly broken from your lips, "am i wrong for falling in love with you?"

the fragile string of his control finally snapped, because keeping his hands to himself was no longer an option. leaning down, his mouth crashing onto yours in a demanding kiss. he cupped your face first, his thumbs wiping away the stray tear on your cheek as his tongue swept into your mouth, ravaging your senses. you let out a muffled whimper, your hands flying up to grip the fabric of his shirt, lost in the taste of him.

before you could even process the heat of his lips, his hands slid down from your face over your shoulders and gripped the underside of your thighs, lifting you off your feet effortlessly. your instinct kicked in, your legs immediately wrapping tightly around his waist.

your mouths continued their fiery dance, a messy clash of teeth and tongues. you whined into the kiss, gasping for air as he walked you backward, the world spinning so fast you couldn't tell up from down. the next thing you knew, the soft duvet rushed up to meet you. jungkook hovered over you while you were flat on your back on the bed. his chest rose and fell heavily as he finally pulled back from the kiss. a thin strand of saliva connected your lips before breaking in the dark room.

both of you were breathless, panting in the quiet space, eyes locked in a silent understanding. bringing your trembling hands up to rest above your chest, feeling the frantic way your heart was beating. it was about to explode like fireworks — a beautiful and catastrophic arson that would burn your entire life to the ground by morning, and you didn't even care.

he didn't take another step without making sure he had every single piece of you. his knuckles brushed the heated skin of your jaw, his voice dropping into something sinister, somehow strangely kind.

"can i take this off you, sweetheart?"

you couldn't even speak; you just nodded, your fingers bunching into the duvet beneath you. jungkook let out a pleased hum, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt. he pulled it up and over your head in one motion, and you didn't even shy away. there was no room for modesty anymore, not when you were already this close.

much to his absolute delight, you didn't have anything underneath. you lay bare before him, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties.

a galnce at the curve of your waist, the flush on your chest, the rapid rise and fall of your breathing. "so beautiful," he rasped, leaning down to press a hot kiss right over your racing heart. "so fucking ready for me, aren't you?"

he didn't give you time to answer before his hand slid down, his large palm cupping you right through the thin lace. you gasped, arching your back instantly as he applied pressure, his thumb rubbing over the damp fabric. you were already soaking, undone by the mere presence of him in your bed.

"look at you," he whispered against your neck, his lips nipping at the sensitive skin right below your ear. "you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

the filth pouring from his mouth made you whimpered, your fingers burying into his hair as he hooked two fingers under the edge of the lace, pulling the fabric aside. when his fingers finally made direct contact, you nearly lost your mind. he slid one long finger inside you, testing the waters, groaning a little as your tight walls immediately clamped around him.

"god, you're so tight," his thumb working your clit while his finger pushed deeper, stretching you open. "my son doesn't know how to handle a girl like you, does he? he doesn't know how filthy you really are."

you whimpered loudly, tossing your head back into the cushions as he added a second finger, pumping them inside you in a slow rhythm. you had wanted to feel him for so long, had spent months drowning in the fantasy of his touch, and the brutal reality of him driving into you, paired with the shameless words growled against your skin, had you dripping helplessly beneath.

he pushed you entirely over the edge, and a loud moan tore from your throat. "jungkook... ah, jungkook, please–"

"shh," he cut you off instantly, his hand flying up from your chest to slap firmly over your mouth, muffling your desperate cries into the palm of his hand. "keep your fucking mouth shut, sweetheart. my son is asleep right above us, and you're already screaming his father’s name like a little whore. replace my hand with yours. keep them over your mouth. you only take them off when you need a breath, understand?"

nodding frantically, your eyes glossy and wide as you pressed your own hands tightly over your lips. the humiliation of it, paired with the thrill of his dominance, made you soak through his fingers. then he pulled away, and you heard the metallic click of his belt unbuckling; the sound made you ache to cosmic levels, your thighs trembling against his hips as the dark reality of what was about to happen settled in.

jungkook paused, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his trousers. "you got condoms?"

you shook your head quickly against the mattress, your hands still glued to your mouth.

jungkook let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes as an amused grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "you young people these days don't like to play it safe, do you?"

he didn't let it stall him. reaching down, his fingers hooked into the edge of the black lace panties he’d previously pushed aside. he dragged them down your legs and threw them carelessly somewhere onto the floor. wrapped in nothing but shadows and the glittering diamonds around your neck, you watched him strip his shirt off over his head. fuckin’ hell, his body. your eyes tracked the massive bulge of his biceps, the tight definition of his abs, and the heavy ink trailing down his right arm. he was going to be the death of you.

jungkook crawled back over you, pinning you into the mattress, settling between your legs, his tattooed fingers guiding the thick tip of his cock right against your soaked entrance. he didn't push in yet; he just rubbed himself against you, giving you an excruciating skin-to-skin contact that had your hips blindly lifting off the bed, begging for the insertion.

"hmm," jungkook murmured, watching your desperate movements with satisfaction. "the little bunny is a little greedy, no? so impatient to be ruined."

he gripped your hips, his thumbs bruising your skin as he slowly started to sink inside you.

the moment he breached you, your eyes rolled back. it was unbelievable. he was bigger, thicker, and far more girthy than jungmin — jungkook really hadn't left a single thing for his son when it came to genes. he wasn't even halfway in, and you already felt entirely maxed out, your tight walls stretching and burning as they desperately tried to adjust to the size of him.

the overwhelming fullness was too much to bear. yanking your hands away from your mouth just to catch a ragged breath, when a broken moan escaped past your lips. "god, you're too big... ah!"

"i told you to keep your hands over your mouth, didn't i?" he paused, letting you stretch around him, his chest heaving above yours. "look at you, taking it all so well. a good little girl for my son, but a filthy little piece of meat for me."

jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened until it bruised you, his thumbs digging into your flesh like an imprint. he began to move, establishing a slow tempo meant to get you used to him. each agonizingly deep stroke was calculated, filling you until you were entirely consumed by him. as he drove into you, the taboo illusions you’d harbored for so long suddenly felt terrifyingly real. underneath the crushing weight of his muscular body, the crazy dream of running away with him to some isolated island, leaving the wedding, the family, and the world behind, felt entirely possible.

starved for more, you lifted your thighs and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper. that was his cue. a low growl tore from his lips as he took full control, abandoning any remaining gentleness. holding your hips in a vice grip, he began to drive himself in with a rough and relentless force. he was massive, a completely different breed of excellent. jungmin was wonderful, sweet, and always satisfied you, but jungkook was an experienced man who knew exactly how to dominate every inch of your body.

the sensation was blinding, your head tossing wildly against the pillows. jungkook's mouth traced desperate kisses along your skin. he wanted to mark you so badly, to leave dark bruises all over your throat, but he knew better. hence, he channeled that violent possession into biting kisses along your jawline, the curve of your shoulder, and down to your chest, avoiding anywhere the wedding veil wouldn't cover tomorrow.

"take your hands away," he rasped against your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he pinned your wrists to the mattress. "keep quiet, sweetheart. let me do it."

your lips parted to cry out loud, but jungkook instantly caught it. he swallowed your moans and desperate whines with a single kiss. it lasted entirely too long, stealing the very breath from your lungs.

in the heat of the clash, the cool metal of his lip piercing grazed against your mouth, a jarring reminder of exactly who was ruining you. your hips buckled automatically, lifting off the bed in a desperate spasm as you squeezed the thick length of him, locking him inside you while the room spun like a carousel.

when he finally pulled back from the kiss, your hands remained pinned by your head. you didn't want to hide it anymore. you wanted him to hear the sounds coming out of you; you wanted him to know exactly how good he made you feel, how he had broken you down.

"please..." your voice a pleading thread as your hips blindly chased his. "jungkook, please... more, please..."

that repeated begging did something to him. hearing his own name gasped out by the girl who was supposed to marry his son tomorrow, seeing you look so young, so utterly beautiful, and so filthy beneath him, made him want to rip the ring right out of jungmin's hands and steal the bride away for himself.

"you want more, baby?" he laughed mockingly, not knowing his future daughter-in-law was such a little freak. he hadn't known his son was apparently this bad in bed to let his own father step in and do the work for him. "then i'm going to give you more, seeing how this is your first time getting fucked properly. i'm so sorry about jungmin... if i knew he wasn't doing his job right, i would have stepped in long ago."

the utter depravity of his words sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your already aroused and senstive system. before you could even cry out, jungkook brought one hand up, slapping it firmly over your mouth again to muffle your hitching gasps, while his other hand clamped onto your hip to keep you perfectly aligned. then, he changed his pace to something rather brutal.

he was so rough, slamming against you with a strenght that rattled your bones, yet there was a terrifying sweetness to how he consumed you. every unforgiving thrust was accompanied by a flood of praises growled against your ear.

"look at you taking it all," he muttered, his hot breath fanning over your burning skin. "my pretty girl to ruin. my sweet little bunny. you belong right here, taking every inch of me, yeah?"

your vision blurred with tears as the intensity began to form a knot deep in your lower abdomen. your inner walls started to tremble, clamping around him in rhythmic spasms that gave away exactly how close you were to the edge. jungkook felt it instantly. the change in your body only made him harder, as he adjusted his angle, driving in deeper than before. he wasn't just hitting your g-spot anymore: it felt like he was reaching straight into your soul, rewriting everything you thought you knew about pleasure, and dragging you completely over the precipice.

the unbearable pressure snapped. you couldn't control it… it was that damn good. an overwhelming wave crashed through your entire body as you squirted against him, your gummy walls convulsing in an endless grip that dragged jungkook to reach his own climax.

abandoning his pace, he burried his cock deeply inside you as he came. his release sent pulses deep into your core, filling you to the brim until the excess began to spill out, making an undeniable mess all over the sheets. you shuddered beneath him, as the overlapping orgasms left you so spent. for a moment, jungkook just stayed there, his sweaty chest heaving against yours as both of your heartbeats raced in sync.

when he finally pulled out, you whined at the sudden loss of his warmth. he rolled onto his back beside you, pulling you straight against his side. there was no time for the grand aftercare, not with the clock ticking toward sunrise. you snuggled deeply into his broad chest, your trembling fingers aimlessly tracing shapes on his collarbone as your breathing slowly leveled out. jungkook’s hand idly smoothed down your tangled hair before his fingers tightened slightly in the strands.

"you're on the pill, right?" he asked softly, and you nodded weakly against him, too drained to speak, letting out a soft hum of affirmation. he let out a quiet breath, though his jaw remained tight. he looked down at you, eyes tracking the rise and fall of your chest. "so, when were you returning from the maldives?"

"in two weeks," you whispered, the reminder of the honeymoon suddenly feeling like a bucket of ice water against your heated skin. jungkook clicked his tongue, a grimace of annoyance crossing his features. 

"tsk. damn it."

he hated it. he hated that he had to hand you back to his son tomorrow, even if it was just for show. but the underlying promise in his voice made it clear that there was no escaping him.

knowing time was running out, he reluctantly shifted out of the bed. he gave you a quick cleanup with a stray towel, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you slide your shirt back over your head and pulled your black lace panties back up your legs, thinking about the mess you’d have to somehow clean or hide from the hotel staff tomorrow morning.

you watched him silently as he dressed, fastening his belt with that same metallic click that had undone you an hour ago. once his clothes were perfectly back in place, looking every bit the dignified father-of-the-groom again, he walked back over to the edge of the mattress.

jungkook leaned down, cupping your jaw one last time, tilting your face up. he pressed a deep, but sweet kiss to your lips. it was the last time for tonight, but you both knew it wouldn't be the last for the future. as your father-in-law quietly slipped out of your room, softly closing the door behind him, he left you with a secret he hadn't dared to voice aloud.

that diamond necklace you seemed to adore… well, it wasn't a family tradition. there was no passing down of heirlooms from father-in-law to bride. it was a lie, fabricated so beautifully to be an expensive excuse just to get into your room and see you alone.

down the hall, minju was sound asleep, entirely oblivious to the arson that had just taken place a few doors down. when jungkook had left their room earlier, he had quietly told her he was going out to take photos of the city at night. technically, it wasn't a lie; he had his camera full of photos by the places nearby the hotel and he did plan on stepping outside to snap a few mindless shots of the neon-lit streets just to cover his tracks. but it was nowhere near the full truth.

an hour later, after walking around again in the city to clear his head with the lingering scent of your skin still clinging to his collar, jungkook finally returned to his own room. slipping out of his clothes and sliding under the covers, the cool sheets instantly warming as he settled back into bed. minju stirred slightly, shifting closer to him, unconsciously seeking the warmth she had missed while he was gone. she wrapped an arm around his waist, sighing softly in her sleep.

jungkook stared up at the dark ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly, as his wife rested against him. his skin was still buzzing, his mind completely trapped in the memory of your tight walls, your ruined whimpers, and the way you looked with his diamonds resting against your collarbones. as he closed his eyes and let minju cuddle close, a dirty root settled deep in his mind. he thought about how nice it would be if the woman clinging to him in the dark wasn't his wife at all.

he thought about how nice it would be if it were you.

the venue was bathed in an ethereal glow as you stood at the altar, the heavy train of your white dress pooling around your heels. the ceremony was breathtaking, everything you and jungmin had dreamed of for the past six years. and there, resting against your collarbones, catching the bright light of the altar candles, was the diamond necklace. it glittered like a web of beautiful and expensive sins, a secret brand against your throat that no one else understood.

on paper, and by the heavy gold band waiting to be slid onto your finger, you were about to become jungmin’s. but every nerve in your body knew the absolute truth: you already belonged to the man standing in the very front row.

the priest’s voice echoed through the high stone arches, grounded and solemn.

"jeon jungmin, do you take (last name) (name) as your wife?"

jungmin didn't even hesitate. his eyes were shining, filled with a pure devotion that made your heart ache with a bittersweet pang. "i do," he said, his voice ringing out clear and steady.

"and (last name) (name), do you take jeon jungmin as your husband?"

before saying the two words that would bind you and your husband together for a lifetime, you glanced at the audience with a gentle smile, seeing your family and friends smiling right back at you. your mother was already weeping with joy, dabbing at her eyes while your father held her in a supportive embrace. minju had both hands covering her mouth and part of her nose, holding back her tears for the emotional moment when the true love's kiss would finally happen.

and then, your eyes met his.

jungkook was sitting right beside her. in his tailored black suit, he looked devastatingly handsome, a stoic force among the crowd. his eyes were locked onto you, knowing and even challenging. as your gazes clashed, he gave a slight nod and the faintest shadow of a smirk, as he crossed his thick arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. the contrast was dizzying. jungmin was the man you were marrying, but jungkook was the one you truly wanted to spend your life with.

taking a deep breath, you turned your focus back to jungmin. your handsome prince. the man you loved so much that you had willingly ruined yourself with his father just hours before. you looked up at him with eyes so sincere and loving, because what you felt for jungmin was entirely real… it just coexisted with the unholy desires you harbored for the older jeon.

"i do," you whispered, the vow sealing your fate.

"by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest smiled, gesturing between the two of you. "you may now kiss the bride."

jungmin’s face broke into the most beautiful, radiant smile you had ever seen. he reached out, his hands trembling slightly with pure excitement as he gently lifted your veil, throwing it back over your head. he cupped your cheeks with a tenderness that brought a sting of tears to your eyes. 

"i love you so much, (name)," jungmin whispered, meant for your ears only. "i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. you're my everything."

"i love you too," you breathed against his lips, and then he closed the distance.

the kiss was romantic, sweet, and filled with the promise of a bright and stable future. jungmin held you like you were the most precious thing in his universe, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you fully against him while the entire venue erupted into loud and joyful applause and cheers. 

you kissed him back with everything you had, but as you melted into your husband's embrace, you smiled beautifully for the flashing cameras, wrapping your arm through jungmin’s as you prepared to walk down the aisle together. but as you took your first steps forward, your gaze drifted right back to the front row.

the father of the groom was standing now, clapping slowly along with the rest of the guests. his eyes never left yours, as jungmin’s arm stayed securely wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his side as he turned to face the roaring crowd, his hand catching yours and raising it high in victory. the bells began to chime, a joyful declaration that you were officially mrs. jeon.

jungkook was happy. he really was, because he knew the truth. he knew that behind the white lace and the beautiful vows, the normal life you had built with jungmin was gone forever. being normal wasn’t normal anymore; in this crazy world, not being crazy was crazy. and jungkook was completely, utterly crazy over you.

he already knew what the future held. he knew he would be expecting a call from you very soon, and not just a polite request to help move the last of the heavy boxes into your new home, but a whisper over the phone, letting him know exactly when his son wouldn't be there so he could have you all to himself.

"bless the newlyweds," jungkook's voice carried over the chatter as he turned to pull minju into a supportive side-hug. then joined your parents, who were glowing with happiness, blending seamlessly into the familial bliss. but even as he smiled and nodded along to your mother's overjoyed rambling, his mind was already calculating the timeline of the evening ahead.

his gaze tracked you one last time, the heavy diamonds around your neck catching the light with every step you took away from him, watching the elegant drag of your veil, as he wondered… would you have five minutes to spare him when the reception dinner starts?

just five minutes away from the crowd to congratulate the bride in person in some locked and shadowed room of the venue. just to drop to his knees in the dark, tearing the lace down to lift your heavy gown over your waist. instead of your hands pinned above your head like last night, he wanted your bare legs thrown over his broad shoulders, holding you wide open while he buried his face between your thighs. he wanted to eat you out until you were dripping all over his tongue, swallowing your muffled and ruined screams while your husband looked for you in the crowded hall outside.

after all, jungkook wasn't supposed to fall in love with his son's wife.

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You’re not casual. You’re obsessive, and quietly insane. You don’t become the top of your field like this while being anything else. It’s easy to contain yourself in this kind of work, in it’s order and chaos all at once. There are rules that you to follow, then break, and everyone praises you and you glow like a diamond catching sunlight.

Not absorbing it. Because it passes right through, and it’s never enough, and you get addicted to it. The praise, from these living gods. They all love you, and you bask in it, and then you look at him.

Bucky.

The only one who doesn’t praise you. Who doesn’t treat you like a good dog, bringing them treats and newspapers. When you met him, he barely treated you like anything at all. Tony had introduced you, he’d looked you up and down, shaken your hand, and walked away.

But you.

You’d been a fucking goner.

Bucky’s handsome in the way you used to only see in movies. Your exact type, from the hair to the eyes to the way he carries himself. Silent and in control, kind but not overly nice, polite without expectation. You’d made it two years without developing a crush on anyone. Somehow, surrounded by some of the world’s most handsome men, you’d maintained that tiny sliver of your sanity.

Then there was Bucky. And you lost yourself.

You’re not weird around him. You’re not a stalker, and you’re not that kind of insane. You’re perverted in the privacy of your head, drooling over his massive hands and muscles, but swallowing it before it leaks out of your lips. You don’t react when Tony says his name, save for a traitorous pulse in your cunt.

“You ready to look at his arm?” Tony asks, and you hum.

“Think so. Just maintenance?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tony sighs. “I’d work on Terminator myself, but Cap says I spend the whole time looking like I want to throat chop him. So,” he shrugs. “Don’t look like you wanna throat chop him.”

You laugh softly, and grab the tools off the bench. It’s not a big deal. You’re the only person besides Tony, in the whole building, who’s qualified to work on Bucky’s arm.

But that means you get to be close to him. Just the thought of it makes your skin hot, your heart buzzing more than thumping, your fingers fidgeting with the straps of your toolkit as you restlessly wait.

Bucky says your name, and your head shoots up. He’s there. He’s right there, and watching you with those careful, beautiful eyes.

“Hi,” you say, and it sounds so pathetically breathless.

Bucky tilts his head. His hair looks soft. You want to run your fingers through it, to pull on it, to feel it tickling over your face as he ruts into your drooling pussy-

He’s staring at you. He must’ve said something that you didn’t hear. Fuck.

“What?”

His lips twitch. Just the smallest movement up, almost impossible to catch. Your heart skips, and you almost miss his words again.

“You the one workin’ on me today?” His voice is low. It rolls through the air like thunder.

You wonder, if there’s any part of him that isn’t addictive.

You’re here for a job. You’re here to give him medical treatment. You plaster a sweet smile on your face, and gesture to the chair. You can be normal about this.

“Tony has bad bedside manner,” you say smoothly, and Bucky chuckles.

God, that’s worse than the smile. It echoes through your chest, and you almost choke on it. How fucking bad you want him.

“He does call me Schwarzeneggerevery time I’m here,” he mutters, crossing the room. “Don’t even know what that means.”

You hum, pretending to look at your tools. He’s sitting down next to you. Your knees are bumping. You’re normal. “Arnold Schwartzinagor. Actor who played the Terminator.”

“Ah.” Bucky pauses. “Sam calls me that, too. It a good movie?”

“It’s fine.” You shrug. “If you like stuff from the 80s.”

“I don’t know things from the 80s.”

You laugh softly, and look up with an apology on your tongue. You find Bucky staring at you, and your breath catches in your throat.

His eyes are so intense, you think they can see right through you. To the lust, pounding in your bloodstream. You have to open your mouth to breathe. Bucky’s eyes flick down. Just tracking a movement. Nothing about you.

You kick yourself internally, and push the casual smile back into place.

“I think you’d like some of it.” You reach for his arm, and Bucky turns it palm up, still staring at you. “I mean, any decade will have it’s ups and downs.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You run your fingers over the plates of metal, and for a second, forget all about the Bucky attached to them. It’s a beautiful artwork of technology. Overlapping, gold-inlaid, smooth under your fingers. You turn the wrist slowly, and there’s only a faint whir. No clicks. Shuri must be using a muffler, or some kind of fluid that moves the wires instead of gears-

“You want me to go?”

Your head shoots up, a panicked flush spreading over your cheeks. “No- No- I- I’m just-“

Bucky raises his brows, light amusement dancing in his eyes. Your words falter. He’s fucking with you.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes, and Bucky chuckles again.

God, that sound. It’s going to be the death of you.

“It’s just- It’s amazing technology.” You mumble defensively, and Bucky shrugs.

“I can tell, from the way you’re eye fuckin’ it.”

“Eye fucking.” You shake your head, biting back your smile. “How do you even know what that means?”

“Too much time with Sam.”

“Hm,” you grab your screwdriver, running your hands up the mock muscle—he should be thanking Shuri even more, she didn’t have to give him biceps—looking for a panel. “Tony told me you weren’t going to talk.”

“Tony’s got that bad bedside manner,” Bucky shrugs with his good arm. “You gonna be nicer to me, doll?”

You just hum, ducking your head to hide your flush. Doll. He called you doll.

And Bucky huffs an amused laugh, at your non-answer. But he keeps talking to you. He tells you what Sam’s already gotten him to watch, and what Steve’s trying to get him to watch next, and what Steve’s saving so they can look at it together.

“Is Star Wars any good?” He asks, and you snort.

“Do you like cowboys?”

“I’m neutral.”

“Do you like space?”

“Yeah,” he pauses, then mutters, “I wanted to go to the moon. When I was a kid.”

You look up, and find a faraway look, etched over his handsome features. Your smile softens, and you lower your voice to a whisper, because this feels like a secret. “Yeah?”

Bucky nods, his eyes finding yours again. “I heard we got up there eventually.”

“We did. A few times.” It’s hard to hold his gaze. An unbearable ache is staring to pool between your thighs. “But now there are aliens on earth, so the final frontier is less… Coveted.”

Bucky’s lips twitch. It seems to be the closest he really gets to smiling. You want to see it over, and over, and over again.

“I think you’d like Star Wars.” You’re still whispering. You don’t know why.

“Alright,” Bucky says. And that’s it. He just… Trusts your words.

He asks for you again, next week. Tony claps you on the shoulder and thanks you, because Christ, he stares at me and I feel like I’m under surveillance. You roll your eyes and don’t respond. It doesn’t feel like that when Bucky stares at you, but he also does stare at everyone. So you’re not special. You’re just another person in his line of sight.

“I tried those donuts you were talkin’ about,” he tells you one afternoon, and you hum.

It’s the new routine. Bucky comes for you to work on his arm. You’re normal about it. You talk like people, and his lips twitch, and you feel something press on top of your chest, trying to gnaw your heart right open.

“Liked them,” he adds, staring at you. As always.

You hum, looking at him under your lashes. “Did you have the cookies and cream?”

He nods. “Just like you told me to.”

You smile despite yourself. It’s those small confirmations that he thinks about you, which get you the most. It means you mean something to him. It drives you insane.

“Sam says there are all kinds of ice cream flavors now, too.”

“Sam’s right.”

Bucky sighs. “Hate it when that happens.”

You laugh, a bubbly, pathetic sound that only Bucky pulls out of you. His fingers twitch under your hand, and you glance up.

It would be wise, if you stopped doing that. Every time you find him staring at you, you feel fucking insane.

“You should try cotton candy ice cream,” you murmur. “It’s fucking crazy.”

“That is my favorite kind of thing.”

“I know.”

Bucky’s lips twitch, and your heart almost bursts. “You got a good place? For ice cream?”

You shrug. “The grocery store?”

Bucky grunts, and his fingers twitch again. You focus back on his hand, because you don’t understand why they keep doing that. The rest of the session passes, and Bucky smiles at you before he goes, and you hold onto it like he just handed you a pearl-strung noose. Clutched between your teeth and priceless, but making your breathing short.

The rest of the day always passes in a daze, after you see Bucky. The seconds rush past you in an avalanche, and then you’re in your room, and  you let it take over.

How much you want him. How much you need him.

You lay, flat on your back in bed, and let your thoughts run wild. Bucky’s massive hands, one cool and one burning hand, would wander up your thighs. He’d shove your knees open, and kiss over the sensitive, hidden patches of skin. The stubble he’s been growing would scrape and tickle, as he kissed over your weeping pussy.

“All for me?” He’d murmur, and you’d nod helplessly. “You just walk around, pussy leakin’ because of how bad you need it?”

And you’d whimper. You do. There’s nothing you can do to help it, but save that desire for locked doors and hot, tangled sheets. Your fingers—smaller than Bucky’s, but all you have—rub over the swollen lips of your pussy, spreading your arousal as you picture that it’s Bucky instead. You push one finger in slowly, then a second one because you need them to stretch you like Bucky’s would.

“Messy girl,” he’d coo in your ear, and your back arches. You start to fuck yourself, slow and tentative as your thoughts run wild.

This is what just one of his fingers would feel like. Pumping in and out of you, his palm grinding down on you clit until you’re trembling beneath him. You’d try to push up into his hand, but he’d shove you right back down and kiss over your throat. Licking and nipping and driving you out of your fucking mind.

“Buckyyyy...” You moan at the air, and when you squeeze your eyes shut you can almost feel him.

“There you go, babydoll,” he’d kiss under your ear, his body pressing over yours. Warm and massive, pinning you to the bed, forcing you to just take it. “That’s it. You like that, don’t you. Like fallin’ apart on my fingers.”

You whimper and grab at the sheets. Your wrist aches, and you can’t hit that gooey, wet spot inside you, but god you just need to cum.

“I know,” Bucky would hit deeper. Wet, lewd sounds would fill the room, as he pounded his fingers into you at an unforgiving pace. “I know, sweet girl. C’mon, show me how pretty you are when you cum.”

Your back arches off the bed. Your hand shoots over your mouth as you moan and cry out his name, your thighs shaking and pussy squeezing down on your fingers. You lay there for a while after you’re done, holding the sheets in a vague form of Bucky.

Tomorrow, you’re going to see him again. Maybe just over breakfast, or passing in the hall. But you’ll see him. And you’ll have to look him in the eyes, and pray that he can’t see it just under your features. That all he’d ever need to do it touch your head, and you’d fall to your knees.

You’re devoted to him. He thinks of you as a friend, and he’s not your boss, but he’s boss adject, and there’s nothing about him that’s accessible. There’s no world where this ever goes beyond fantasy.

But god, you’re going to fantasize. You can’t hurt anyone, by just fantasizing.

That’s what you’ll tell yourself over and over, to avoid the guilt.

It’s all just a fantasy.

You‘re perfectly professional about it. It’s not Bucky’s fault that he’s so handsome it feels like you shouldn’t be allowed to look at him. You can keep your desire bottled up, keep in the warmest, wettest pits of your stomach. It can seep out between your thighs when it becomes too much to bare. It can breed into itself and spread up into your heart, festering in the dark. But Bucky will never see it. You’ll be good, and you’ll act sane, and that will be it.

He’s been through too much already, to add your insatiable, ardors devotion to his list of problems.

You’ve developed an easy friendship. That’s all you’ll allow yourself to have, all you let yourself think about in his presence. When you’re working on his arm, you don’t think about those big, cold fingers being buried in your pussy until you’re alone in your room. All your daydreams are trapped in your sheets, and your moans absorbed and locked in your pillowcase.

You think about Bucky pinning you down with a warm, splayed hand on your abdomen. About his smirk, as he bullies three metal fingers into your pussy, forcing a perfect stretch before fucking you like a toy. His cold thumb swiping over your clit, sending shivers through your body. His eyes gleaming and attention burning, as he drags out orgasm after orgasm.

That hand would be like having a personal fuck machine, and he’d act like it until the very end. All taunting and teasing until you were spent and limp below him. Then he’d kiss the corner of your mouth, your cheek, the space between your eyes. He’d coo about what a good girl you were for him, and you’d whimper, your voice lost from screaming his name.

“What’re you thinking about?” Bucky says, sitting next to you at the kitchen counter.

You swallow, and shrug meekly. You never feel small around anyone but him, but you’ve never been this lost in anyone but him. It’s a miracle no one’s noticed, how Bucky shows up and suddenly you’re all flushed cheeks and girly giggles. You might as well be twirling your hair and kicking your feet. It’s pathetic. You can’t stop.

“Nothing?” Bucky pushes a little, and you give him a close-lipped, full smile.

“Nope.”

“You looked like you were thinkin’ about something.”

“I wasn’t.” You look back to the sandwich you’d been working on. Bucky keeps staring at you. He always does. “Nothing going on up here, Barnes.”

Bucky’s lips twitch.

The whole world seems brighter, like he’s just like some holy kind of candle.

“I don’t believe that,” he murmurs, and you shrug.

“You don’t have to.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Good for you.”

“It is, isn’t it,” he chuckles. “I’m gonna love being right.”

You blink, shooting his a sideways look. “Being… Right?”

“I know you’re thinkin’ about something.” He shrugs. “I’ll figure out what.”

Oh. Under no circumstances can he find out what you’re thinking about. “It’s not anything interesting,” you try lamely, and Bucky smirks.

“Ah. So it’s something.”

“I- That’s-“ You sputter. “Why do you even care-“

“I like knowin’ what you’re thinking,” he shrug. “It’s always interesting.”

You blink at him. For some reason, that makes your throat close up, your eyes burning with embarrassing tears. Your knees are wobbling, and you’re sitting down. You grunt and look back to your sandwich, and Bucky chuckles.

“C’mon. Tell me.” He leans closer. There’s a gravity, from his heat, and it makes you want to just collapse over his chest.

You look at him from the corner of your eye, and you won’t tell him. That’s against the rules. It defeats the purpose.

But god, he’s looking at you. Really looking at you. You can count each shade of blue in his eyes. If you move just an inch, your noses might bump.

“I’m hungry,” you whisper, and Bucky’s brow knits.

He looks down to your sandwich. Then back to you. Adorable confusion flashes over his face. “You should… Uh- Eat.”

You nod, and he clears his throat, leaning back. You wish you could grab the collar of his shirt, and drag him back.

“You ever seen this thing called the Princess Bride?” He asks, not touching any food himself.

Just sitting there. With you. You try not to think about it too much.

You nod, chewing on your sandwich with puffed out cheeks. “’S a really good movie-“

“Chew then swallow, doll.” Bucky’s lips twitch, and you flush and obey.

“It’s a good movie,” you mumble, giving him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

Bucky shrugs, his gaze dropping to your mouth. Your breath hitches. You go perfectly still, afraid that if you shift, he’ll look away.

His tongue darts over his lips. He tips his head, his forearm flexes as he curls his fingers, and your breathing gets shallow. Something electric has shifted in the air, and it’s making you dizzy. Bucky reaches up slowly, and if you weren’t rooting in place, you think you’d fall out of your chair.

His thumb wipes the spot right above your lips, and a shock rushes through your body. His nostrils flare, his eyes lock onto yours, and his touch lingers.

When he pulls back, the movement is slow. Controlled. Your tongue flicks out, to lick where his thumb had been. Bucky’s nostrils flare.

There’s something on his thumb. Tiny little breadcrumbs that must’ve been stuck to your cheek from the sauce. Bucky brings the finger up to his mouth, holding your gaze, and sucks the crumbs away. Heat pools in your tummy, and your thighs press together.

Bucky stares at you. You grab the edge of your seat with white  knuckles, trying to keep yourself from falling off.

“Crumbs,” he mutters, and you nod.

“Yeah.”

“I- Uh-“ He coughs, and looks away. Disappointment sinks like a boulder into your stomach.

You don’t know what you expected. Hell, you’ve told yourself what to expect. You’re not allowed to be disappointed by him. You’re not allowed to want anything from him, except for what your head can offer.

“Sam’s been tryin’ to make me watch it,” he mutters, and you blink.

“What?”

“Princess Bride.”

“Oh.” You’re still a little drunk on his proximity. He smells like something rich and spicy, and it’s fogging up your brain. “Cool.”

Bucky nods. “We’re gonna watch it next Friday. In that common room, where Stark makes us do game nights.” He gives you a sideways look. “I never see you at those.”

You shrug. “I’m not an Avenger.”

“Stark says you get invited.”

You do. But that would be a night of drinking and laughing and being closer to Bucky than you can handle, so you usually lock yourself in your room and pretend he’s fucking you stupid.

“You’re invited to movie night, too.” He adds casually, and you swallow.

Movie night. Where Bucky would be near you. In the dark. You can’t go there. You’ll lose your mind.

But he’s looking at you with such dim, cautious light in his eyes. There’s no expectations. Just hope. And it pulls the words out of you before you can stop them.

“Oh- Okay.”

Bucky beams, and that makes it worth it. The risk, that he might brush your hand in the dark and you’ll moan loud enough for everyone to hear.

He reaches up, and wipes a few more breadcrumbs from your cheeks. Time seems to stop, when he touches you. It’s dangerous, and you barely manage not to fall all over him before he pulls away.

“You get messy,” he mutters, and oh, God.

You shouldn’t have said yes. Why the fuck did you say yes. Now you’re going to have to sit next to him, after that.

You get messy. He has no idea.

That night, you end up back in your bed with a vibrator pressed over your panties. It makes the feeling stronger, with the friction of the fabric, and you toss your head back. It’s easier and easier to get lost in the fantasy, lately. The better you know him, the clearer it gets.

You can almost feel his hands, mapping over the curves and soft dips of your body. You can almost smell him.

He mouths at your breast, pinching and rolls your nipple between metal fingers. You make a broken, pathetic sound, and he smirks.

“I know, doll. Too much, isn’t it?”

You whimper, pressing the vibrator down. Bucky hums, his hand wrapping around yours, and your hips jerk when he angles it to shove right against your clit.

“Too much,” he coos, making out with the softness of your breast. “I’m barely even touchin’, and you’re already about to fuckin’ fall apart for me.”

Your eyes roll back, as Bucky starts to guide the vibrator up and down. Your mouth falls open in a long moan, as he grabs your hips and pushes them higher, further exposing your pussy. He bites at your nipple, then turns his attention to the neglected one. You writhe in the sheets, gasping his name, and he smiles.

“Dirty girl.” He pushes your hand back, just enough for him to rip away your panties, exposing your cunt to the cold air. “Look at that, pretty little pussy fuckin’ shining for me.”

You grind down, trying to find friction on the sheets. Bucky pushes the vibrator against your bare pussy, and your eyes roll back in your head. He starts kissing all over your chest, pawing at your breasts and swirling his tongue around you nipples, sending electric shock through your body. He licks the sensitive buds the same way he licked his thumb. Your hips start to roll mindlessly, as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

When you cum, it’s with a cry of his name. The coil snaps, and heat floods out of your pussy, all over the vibrator and your hand. Your body convulses with the sheer force of it, and Bucky kisses down. Over your abdomen, your hips, your inner thighs.

“What a mess, baby.” He mocks, before pressing the sweetest kiss to your clit.

You sob, trembling in the sheets, and grab at his hair.

But your hand finds nothing.

Because it’s just another fantasy, kept in the confines of your mind.

Movie night was a bigger mistake than you could’ve ever imagined.

You show up, and it’s just Bucky and Sam. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch, because men are strange creatures.

“Stevie’s on a mission,” Bucky says, staring at you like he’s seeing an angel. Like he didn’t invite you.

There’s an odd rasp to his voice, too. Maybe he’s just tired.

Sam says your name, that signature, I know something that everyone else doesn’t smirk on his face. You don’t think much if it. He always has it, even when he doesn’t know shit.

“Buck told me you’d be comin’. I didn’t believe him.”

“Sam.” Bucky grunts, and Sam shrugs.

“What? I didn’t.” He grins at you. “You never leave your lab-“

“She leaves her lab.” Bucky gives you an apologetic look, but you just laugh.

“No, he’s right. I really don’t.”

Bucky sighs, rolls his eyes, and pats the seat next to him. You smile to yourself, taking a long breath before you move. You’re going to be normal about this. Very, incredibly normal. So normal, they’ll think something’s wrong, because no one’s ever been this normal in history.

You last ten minutes.

The movie starts. You’ve seen it before, but you try to pay attention to every, tiny detail. The only other option is paying attention to Bucky. To the weight of him at your side, the way his knee brushes against yours and his arm is slung over the back of the couch. You’ve never seen him so relaxed and tense, all at once. He’s sunken into the cushions, but whenever you look over, his jaw is tight.

You could swear you catch his gaze, once or twice. If you do, he looks away immediately. And you feel it, that buzzing heat over your skin. But you’re supposed to be watching the movie. He’s supposed to be watching the movie. So you really, really try not to look over.

Bucky’s knee pushes against yours, and you swallow. His fingers trail near your shoulder, and you wrap your arms around your stomach to suppress the shiver. He’s warm. So fucking warm you can feel it, blooming in your core. You shift in your seat, and you’re already wet.

The movie isn’t even a third of the way done.

Bucky’s fingers rest on your shoulder. It’s so light, so casual, you’re not even sure he knows he’s doing it. You take the risk, and turn to fully look at him. He’s gotten even more relaxed, the knit of his brows loosened, pretty pink lips parted as he watches the TV. You want to reach up, and trace the stubble of his jaw. Maybe kiss up the column of his throat, dig your nails into his pecs and make out with that full, perfect mouth.

You let out a tiny sigh. Bucky doesn’t react to it. Too lost in the movie. Not paying you any mind.

And you should look away. You’re not here to Bucky watch.

You turn your head for three whole seconds, before your eyes start to ache. As if they can’t stand not to look at him. You try to resist it, but it plays over and over, on a loop in your brain. The image of him in the dark. The heat from him, almost penetrating under your skin and making you rise up like a balloon. Your head is in the clouds. You have to look at him.

You close your eyes, trying to fight it. Bucky’s hand drops from your shoulder, down to your upper arm, and your breath hitches.

Your eyes shoot open, and Bucky’s right there. Staring at you, with the same intense, focused need that’s clawing at your ribs and up your throat.

He grabs your chin, between strong but gentle fingers. You swallow, letting your gaze trail down his body. His massive chest, torso that looks perfect to hook your legs around, his thick thighs and his crotch.

The bulge, pushing through his sweats. It looks thick. Long and thick, demanding some attention. You look back to Bucky with your best, doe-eyed pout. He smirks, and leans down to kiss you. It’s slow and deep, his tongue swiping over your lower lip before pushing into your mouth. You moan, and Bucky weaves his hair through your hair, tugging slightly. Your second moan is downright pathetic. You grab his thigh, letting your nails brush against the outline of his cock.

Bucky hisses against your lips, and pulls back. You bat your lashes at him, and his lips twitch.

“Messy girl,” he mutters, before pressing a sweeter, mocking kiss to your lips.

He pulls away too quickly, but before you can give chase, you’re lost in a daze. Bucky’s pulling down his pants, taking his boxers with him. His cock springs free, thick and veiny, massive even in his own hand. He strokes himself slowly, giving you a prompting, amused look. You swallow, licking your lips.

“C’mon, doll,” he beckons. “Show me what you can do.”

Almost in a trance, you nod. Bucky’s eyes darken, as you crawl over his lap. You move his hand away, and fist his cock in one hand. He grabs the back of your neck, not to push, but for balance. A low, guttural sound rolls through his chest as you start to pump him, and you smile to yourself.

He really is perfect. A heavy, certain weight in your hand, jumping slightly whenever you squeeze him near the base. You shift back on your knees, using your other hand to massage his balls. He hisses, his grip tightening on your neck, and you smile. 

When you look at him, there’s nothing but pure devotion in his gaze. You squeeze again, then pick up your pace, and he groans out your name.

You kiss him, pushing his head back against the couch cushions. He grunts, but lets you guide him. As if he knows that it’s all just a show, before you let him fuck your face like an animal.

“Relax, baby,” you breathe against his lips.

Bucky lets out a deep, rough laugh. “Little hard to do that right now.”

You giggle, swiping your thumb over the slit of his cock. “Is it? Hard?”

Bucky groans, and deepens the kiss. You slide off of him, before he can just grab your hips, pick you up, and sit you on his dick.

You move back, lowering down to your stomach so you’re eye level with his dick. He’s pulsing in your hands, trying to hold himself back. You don’t want him to. You want him to cum everywhere. Down your throat and over your face and tits, claiming you in one of the most primal ways possible.

“Doll…” Bucky rasps, and you look up at him under hooded eyes. He’s a wrecked. Bulging muscles and sweat, slicking on his brow. “Don’t tease- Jesus-“

You wrap your mouth around him, and take him as deep as you can go. He bumps against the back of your throat, but you suppress your gag reflex, relaxing to try and get even more. Your nose brushes against the hair at base of him. Your tongue presses flat against Bucky’s shaft, your fingers still working his balls, and he fists his hand in your hair.

“So- So fuckin’ warm-“ He chokes out. “Holy- You’re somethin’, sweetheart- God-“

You hum, and Bucky’s hips jerk up. He stutters out an apology, but you just moan again. He tries to pull you off, muttering more apologies, and you dig your nails into his thigh. You want it. You want him to use you.

He gets it, after a moment. His grip on your hair tightens. He starts slow, jerking his hips up as he pushes you a little further down, before yanking you back. You moan around his cock, drool falling from your swallow lips. Your eyes roll back. He’s using you, god, he’s using you, and it’s the best fucking thing in the world.

Bucky fucks your face like a fleshlight, and you grind your ass up against nothing. He hits the back of your throat, over and over, salty and heavy on your tongue. The sounds he makes are beautiful and sinful, and-

“Something on my face, doll?”

You blink, and Bucky’s cock isn’t in your mouth anymore. You smack your lips, trying to find it. Bucky frowns at you, the light of the movie making him even more, impossibly handsome. Sam ignores you both, popcorn stuffed in his mouth.

Bucky looks worried. He said something.

“Hm?”

“You were, you were- Uh-“ He clears his throat, then shakes his head. “Never mind.”

He looks back to the TV, and your face burns. His thigh is pressed right against yours. You can swear, when you lick your lips, you can still taste his dick.

You’re so, so fucked.

It only gets worse.

Eating breakfast becomes a trial, because Bucky is always there, and you’re always thinking about his fingers while he eats. How they’d feel stuffed down your throat, gripping your hips, scissoring deep inside of you. He wipes cream cheese off your cheek, and you almost moan.

“You feelin’ alright?” Bucky says, always so caring and worried, and you nod weakly.

“Yeah. Just- Just tired.”

He looks at you like he doesn’t believe you, but lets it go. If you were smarter, you’d be avoiding him. But you’re not. And you still have to work with him, anyway. It makes avoiding him rather impossible.

For a while you cling onto the idea that work would be sacred. That while Bucky’s in your office and you’re examining his arm, it’s purely professional. Not a single dirty thought.

You last about a week, with that one.  Bucky startles you walking in. You trip, and he catches you around your waist.

“Careful,” he smiles down at you, all handsome and stupid.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out, and you could’ve sworn a flood gushed out between your legs.

Bucky’s nostrils had flared, and he’d helped you up to your seat. You’d already had the new fantasy, blooming in your mind like the little fucking pervert that you were. You’d tried to shove it down, swaying in the middle of the room, but then you’d looked at him. Sitting with his legs spread in your chair. And you’d been lost.

You imagined climbing into his lap. His arm wrapping around you as you sat down on his cock, grinding slowly, lashes flutters as he kneaded and pulled at your hips and breasts. He’d stand up, taking you with him like you weighed nothing, and pin you to the wall. One arm would stay around you, holding you in place as his mouth started to explore your dripping cunt.

His tongue would work you open, pushing in and out of your pussy. He would’ve already cum inside of you, and every stroke of his tongue would send a wave of your mixed arousals over his beard. You’d watch him, moaning his name, and his thumb would bully and flick and tease your clit, until your were dazed and gasping for air and-

Bucky says your name, and you could slap yourself. This is getting out of hand.

“Sorry,” you mumble, sitting next to him. He smiles at you, so kind.

Always so kind.

“You’ve been kinda out of it, lately.” His words are casual. You still daydream about shooting yourself and running away.

“Just getting lost in thought,” you murmur, and he hums.

“Anything I can help with?”

You shake your head, because if you speak you’ll start begging. Please, please, please, he’s the only one who can help you, you’re going insane with how much you need him, and he could save you, he could really save you-

“Movin’ usually helps me.” He offers softly. You almost don’t hear him. “Y’know. Using my body. Remembering that it’s mine.”

“Yeah?” You say softly, cleaning the panel near his shoulder. He looks at you, and you risk looking back.

You can’t read that expression. You’re not sure you want to.

“Yeah,” he mutters. His gaze might flick down to your lips, but you don’t trust your own mind anymore. “You wanna try it with me? I head to that gym in the basement every night. It ain’t bad.”

And you should say no, but you can’t help it. You nod, and Bucky’s lips twitch, and God, what you won’t do just so he smiles.

You will torture yourself, apparently. Bucky’s too hot to be allowed in a gym. Wearing a tank top that shows off his massive arms, smiling at you all lazy, in the way that’s more of a guard than the slip that you always crave, but a smile all the same.

First, you try walking on the treadmill and just watching him the mirror. He’s lifting weights, and his arms, they should be classified as weapons. You want those biceps keeping you in a head lock, against his chest or at his side. Keeping you still, while his cock pounds relentlessly into your pussy.

Bucky meets your gaze in the mirror. His lips twitch, and you look away, face burning.

You feel him, more than you see him coming over. The gravity of his presence, you think you’d be able to feel him blindfolded and dropped in a crowd of a million people.

“Come on,” he offers you a hand. “Lemme show you something.”

And you can’t say no to him. You really should learn how.

Because the something is training. Wrestling. Throwing fucking punches and trying to get the other down.

“Bucky, I can’t-“

“Yeah, you can.” He raises his fists, nodding to your own. “Up, doll.”

You sigh, raising them slowly. “You’re going to kick my ass-“

“I am. And then you’re going to get better.”

You scoff—he’s ridiculous—but listen. Bucky smirks, and lunges. You yelp and try to scramble away, but he’s too fast. You’re pinned under him in seconds, whacking at his arms and wiggling.

“Bucky- Get off-“

He laughs, standing up with a proud grin. You’ve never seen him so relaxed, so confident. It makes you hornier than you ever could’ve imagined.

He’d been over you. Everywhere over you. Pinning you down and manhandling you, and- Oh God-‘

“Up,” he beckons, and you swallow.

“I- I don’t know-“

“Yeah, you do.” He gives you a playful smile. “Get up.”

You sigh, and scramble to your feet. Bucky raises his fists again. You narrow your eyes, and match.

He chuckles. “Getting competitive?”

You shrug. “You wanted me to.”

Something flashes in his eyes. You’re not sure how to read into it.

“Damn right I do,” his voice is lower. You’re not imagining that.

You don’t get time to think about it, before he’s moving again. You hold your own exactly a second longer than before, but it ends the exact same way. You, pinned under Bucky’s broad, strong body. His face is pressed near your breasts, his fingers digging into your hips, his legs shoving yours apart to stop you from flailing around.

It goes on longer than it shoulder. This strange game that you like playing more than you should. Bucky starts trying to properly get you to throw a punch, but he gives up fast. Soon you’re more play wrestling than doing anything else. You’re giggly and dazed, charging at him like a bull, and he acts as bored and collected as always, but you can see the amusement dancing in his eyes, every time you try to climb him like a tree.

Then something shifts.

He gets you beneath him, and you try to shove at his chest. He catches your wrists and pins them up over your head. Your breath hitches, and he blinks. His hips drop against yours, and you can feel it. The bulge of his cock, pressing into your core.

He’s hard.

Not fully, but enough. Enough that you can imagine every ridged and curve of him, sliding between the puffy lips of your pussy. Your thighs clench, and Bucky grunts, rutting forward.

You both freeze, and your eyes lock. It’s one of those seconds, where you just stare hopelessly at each other. You almost apologize, but your tongue is limp. Bucky’s face is redder than you’ve ever seen it. His cock twitches in his pants.

And this isn’t a dream or fantasy. Bucky mutters your name, and it’s so real you think your heart might pound of your chest.

Bucky moves first. He clears his throat and moves to his feet.

“Better.” He offers you a hand. “That was…”

He trails off. You stare at each other, lost for words.

Bucky turns, and leaves without another word. You sway in the center of the room, breathing shallow, head spinning.

What the fuck just happened.

Bucky kisses up your spine, his mouth hot and possessive. His tongue flicks against your neck, and his fingers dig into your hips. He drags your ass up in the air and you mewl, pressing your face into the sheets.

“Ah,” he scolds, slapping your soaked, swollen pussy. “Lemme hear you, doll.”

You turn your head, moaning loud and shamelessly. Bucky chuckles, kissing a soft spot on your neck.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, notching his cock against your entrance. “Good girl.”

You coo like a baby bird, flushed and dazed. He’s big, so big that it almost hurts. He doubles over you with a groan, pressing his face into your shoulder as he slowly pushes every inch inside of you. The stretch burns in the best way, and you clench down around him.

Bucky hisses, hips jerking forward. “Careful,” he grunts. “Gonna strangle me.”

“S- Sorry-“

“No,” Bucky leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Nothin’ to apologize for. Just gotta relax, babydoll. Lemme do the rest.”

You hum, and take a deep breath. You’re grounded, in the feeling of Bucky everywhere. His warmer arm wraps around your neck, forcing you up enough for his lips to trail open kisses over your face.  

“That’s my girl,” he mutters against your ear, bottoming fully out. “That’s it. Just take it for me, just like that.”

You mewl, pushing your ass back up, then crying out with delight as Bucky pulls out, and slams back in. He’s met with no resistance, from how your pussy is gushing out with every thrust, every touch, every hot kiss.

But there’s nothing else to be expected. Not with how Bucky’s using you, how worshipful his every touch and kiss is, all while he fucks into you so hard you think the bed is going to break. His breath is hot on your back, the head of his cock drill against that one, gooey spot deep inside you. His cold arm locks around your middle, and his fingers tease and graze over your clit. Rubbing in tight little circles, making your eyes roll back in your head.

Bucky grunts, hauling you up so you’re pressed against his chest. You’re pinned down on his cock now, wet and warm and tight. So fucking tight that it pulls a low, rumbling moan from his chest. His hips slam up in a barely controlled rhythm, chasing more of your heat. You’re limp in his arms. Dazed and smiling like you’re drunk. Bucky uses his arm around your neck to push your head further back, and you have the nerve to fucking giggle.

You’re so beautiful like this that he almost cums right there. Fluttering lashes and the sweetest sounds, you pussy milking him like a machine. He kisses you because he can’t help it, and you hum happily, grinding your ass down into him.

He needs you to cum first. He gropes at your clit, letting his fingers fumble for a second to work you up into a teased, messy frenzy, before he pushes down and rubs in a steady, unyielding rhythm. You cry out his name, squeezing down so hard on his cock, and Bucky buries his face in your neck.

He cums, so hard that his vision goes white. Thick ropes of cum spurt over his hand, squeezing hard at the base of his cock.

It’s not as warm as you’d be, he thinks.

And he thinks. All the time, Bucky just thinks about you. About how you’d feel, molding around him. About how you’d sound right in his ear, how you’d get smiley and drool, and he’s feed you his fingers just so you have something to do with that pretty mouth. You’d moan around them, and he’d thrust up into you so hard he’d knock the damn worries out of your head.

It’s his favorite time of the day, this. Your rooms are closer than you seem to think, or you just forget how good his hearing is.

And every night, right before bed, he gets to settle into the mattress and beat his cock into his hand, listening to you moan and call his name. He’d never tell you. You deserve better, than a broken robot like him. He counts himself lucky he even gets to be your friend, because he’s a man well practiced at restraint. At not getting what he wants.

But this space, where no one can see, he allows himself things. He allows himself you.

But only ever in his head.

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Your assistant, Lila, hovered near the door like she was either about to deliver a bomb or beg for mercy.

“Just say it,” you muttered, eyes on your screen.

She winced. “Vincenzo canceled.”

You blinked. “What?”

“The wine dinner this week. He said he has to be in Milan. Something about truffle season and his mother’s birthday and a priest with a weak heart. I stopped listening after ‘Milan’ to be honest.”

You closed your laptop and leaned back slowly, like you were calculating how long it would take to fly to Milan just to strangle him.

“We’ve had that event on the books for six months,” you said, like that reminder would fix something.

“I know.”

“He signed the contract.”

“Also true.”

You sighed, pressed your temples, and then reached for your coffee. You took it, trying to think of something to fix this. When you work in hospitality, you needed a lot of control to work under pressure to fix the problems that come everyday… or you will dall into the path of cocaine like many of your workers had. You were very close to the last one.

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s not panic. We pivot.”

Lila raised a brow. “Are we the kind of people who pivot?”

“We’re the kind of people who make a pivot look like it was the original plan,” you said flatly.

“Right. Should I reschedule?”

“God, no. Rescheduling is for amateurs. We replace him. We make it sexier. We spin it.”

You brain clicked into gear, not because you weren’t still mentally fogged up from waking in Jungkook’s bed, from the way his hands had felt on your waist, from the way he looked at you when you tried to downplay things like they weren’t changing… but because this was what you did.

You were good at this. You could organize, lead, spin chaos into gold. You could control things. And after yesterday, you needed that.

“Call Han,” you said suddenly. “The sommelier from Busan. The one who looks like he should be in an Armani cologne ad. He owes me.”

“He does?”

“No. But I bought him cigars once and he has the memory of a Spaniel. It’ll work.”

Lila grinned and pulled out her phone, her eyes flickering with something you always saw on her when you fixed something. Admiration, horror. Both at the same time. “I’ll start charming.”

“Don’t try too hard,” you said. “You have the energy of a sleep-deprived meerkat. Just be yourself.”

You turned back to your computer, eyes scanning schedules and invoices, trying to drown yourself in logistics.

But Jungkook kept creeping into your mind. The way he looked at you when you brought up your ex-fiancée. The way he didn’t push, but also didn’t pretend not to see you. It had thrown you off, more than you’d admit. He didn’t ask where you’d seen Jungwoo. Didn’t press. But he looked at you like he knew you weren’t telling the whole story. Like he was mature enough to know that people have pasts. And also smart enough to know when they’re hiding them.

That unsettled you more than any outburst would have. Because Jeon Jungkook? That man didn’t need you to confess. He just waited. And somehow, that was worse.

The door opened again an hour later and Se-hoo walked in, carrying two iced lattes like a hero in heels. It was normal for her to dropped by by the office some days. Specially the days she had some minutes off after a going to the court, which was conveniently close to your office. You were sure your assistant had called her, it wasn’t the first time. She had her number after Se-hoo gave it to her saying “just call me every time this woman is about to go insane and fire everyone. I’ll handle it”— You knew she had only give her number to Lila to ask her out, but after meeting Valeria she hadn’t really use it for more than ask about you or coming by when your assistant called to tell her you were about to have a mental breakdown

“Lila said you were spiraling,” she said, dropping one of the cups on the desk.

“I’m not spiraling.”

“Uh huh.” Se-hoo sat across from you. “You’re just aggressively emailing your workers and drinking espresso like it’s blood.”

“Vincenzo canceled.”

“Of course he did. He’s a drama queen with nice shoes.” You gave a tight nod. Se-hoo sipped her drink. “Think about something else and calm down… How’s Jungkook?” Your lips pursed. “That good?”

“He’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

Se-hoo raised a brow. “Which in Y/n-speak means you’re terrified you actually falling for him.”

You didn’t reply. You clicked open another email. Deleted it. Reopened it. Closed it again.

“I stayed over last night,” you said, after a long pause.

“And?”

“And I told him about Jungwoo.”

“Shit.”

“Not everything,” you mentioned.

“You never do.”

You looked up. There was no judgment in your friends’s eyes. Just quiet understanding. You took a breath. “I’m not used to people like him.”

Se-hoo smiled. “Stable? Kind? Ridiculously hot with a kid and a mortgage?”

“Ridiculous mature, like… he knows what I’m thinking.”

“You’re doing fine,” she shrugged.

“I’m not.”

“Then fake it. That’s what therapy’s for.”

You laughed despite yourself. And for a moment, just a brief flicker, things felt okay again.

You were good at many things. Crisis management, fine wine pairings, Italian insults. But this whole letting someone in thing? It was new. Uncharted. And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to be good at it. Maybe you just had to try.

By the time 5 p.m. hit, you were visiting the not-so-new new restaurant you had opened. The restaurant floor was humming like a well-rehearsed orchestra. You walked through it with your tablet in hand, stilettos clicking against the polished wood floor, the scent of rosemary and seared duck trailing through the air. You nodded at chefs plating, gave a quick thumbs-up to a nervous server about to deliver wine to a demanding regular, and stopped to correct a garnish with the ease of a woman who built a business from muscle memory.

You didn’t miss a beat.

Except… internally, you were six steps behind yourself.

Jungkook hadn’t texted all day. Not that he had to. Not that you were the we-text-all-day dating type. Not that you cared. (But you noticed.) And it made you a little mad that you maybe did, just a little. But part of you knew it was a text that was bothering you… it was the situation. You had never been one of those girl to wait for a text or a reassuring word of your partner to know they’re not mad at you because they didn’t talk to you for five minutes… That’s why it bother you, because you were waiting to know he wasn’t actually a little mad or bother that you brought up your ex fiancée yesterday. Because you actually cared if he wasn’t. And he told you he wasn’t, he assured you. But you had learned how to read him too. And you knew there was something there he wasn’t telling you completely.

You glanced at your phone again as you checked the reservation list for the night.

Still nothing.

“Y/n,” Lila said, stepping beside you with a notepad in her hand. “We’ve got an issue with the wine inventory…”

“Who counted it?”

“María.”

“Then it’s not an issue. María’s never wrong.”

“She says it’s short.”

“Then someone’s stealing,” you said, already walking toward the cellar. “Let’s pull the camera logs. If it’s Danilo again, I swear to God…”

“It’s not,” Lila said quickly. “He’s been in Valencia since Tuesday.”

Right. Valencia. The pop-up. You had send him to do some work there for the month, working on the new project.

“Right. Let’s handle it then.”

“We can check…”

You blinked. Your brain was fogging.

Because the image of Sunni’s little plastic crown and juice box from the art fair kept popping into your head like some cheeky psychological prank. Because it was becoming real. Because now Jungkook was not something undefined. You were having the epiphany mid shift. Jungkook was real, your feelings for him were real. Because you were beginning to know the kid’s name and her favorite ice cream and the way she stared people down like a suspicious FBI agent. And because last night, when you saw Jungwoo again, your heart didn’t twist the way it used to. It barely moved that way. Which made you feel… strange. Unmoored.

Halfway to the cellar, you stopped.

“Actually, you go,” you told Lila. “I need five minutes.”

“Do I look like I can handle wine theft?”

“You look like someone who’s been trained by me. Go.” you demanded.

She obeyed, muttering something about needing a raise like she always did.

You ducked into the managers office, this time empty. You closed the door, and leaned against it. Silence. Just the soft, faraway sound of music from the dining room and your own pulse.

You checked your phone again. Still no text. But then it lit up. And you inhaled sharply.

Jungkook: How’s your day going, boss lady?

Just that. Simple. But it was like the world rebalanced. Your fingers hovered over the screen. You almost wrote: ‘Busy. We had a crisis. Vincenzo canceled. I saw Jungwoo again after almost a year that we finished our engagement. Rosa’s okay for now. I haven’t talk to my parents in weeks. I’m a little unhinged but pretending I’m not’.

But instead you typed:

You: Standard chaos, saving the day as always. You?

You didn’t send it. Not yet. Instead, you stared at the message and let yourself feel… tired. Tired of pretending not to care. Tired of playing it cool when you knew this wasn’t casual anymore. Tired of being so good at being untouchable.

There was a knock. You jumped.

“Chef wants you to taste the special,” a line cook called from outside.

“Coming.”

You sent the message. Put the phone away. And walked back out into your domain. But this time, a little more centered. A little more real. Not because everything was fixed but because, somewhere between the duck confit and the linen napkins, you let yourself feel something. And you didn’t die from it.

By midnight you were already loosing it again.

Your heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as you moved through the lingering crowd of staff, their voices blending into a distant hum you barely registered. The day had been a disaster of deadlines missed, client complaints, and everything that could go wrong somehow did. Your brain felt like it was on fire, every nerve screaming for release. You went back to the office to complained and try to fix everything only to find more mistakes to fix in every new email you received.

Lila approached cautiously, a stack of files in her hands. You could tell she was tired too, being all day in there working like that was exhausting. Specially that day full of mistakes. “Y/n, I know you’re swamped, but the Henderson proposal…”

You cut her off with a tired sigh. “I know. It’s a mess. I just need some air.”

Without waiting for a response, you took the elevator to the first floor. Ignoring the receptionist who look to the other side of the floor when she saw your face for a brief second. You pushed through the doors and stepped outside into the cool night, the crisp air hitting you like a shock. You wanted to scream, to groaned, to just lay down and never move again.

And there he was.

Jungkook stood quietly by the building entrance, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket, his calm presence like an anchor in the storm.

“Y/n,” he said softly, watching you approach. “Hi, sorry. You didn’t answer your phone. Figured you might need rescuing.”

You blinked, a bit surprised but grateful all the same. It took you a second to comprehend and take it that he was actually standing in front of you. Almost 11 p.m.

“What… You came here?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, thought you could use a break. I was about to go in but saw you walking out.”

Before you could respond, the dam broke.

“A break? I need a vacation… Lila forgot the crucial figures on the report, the client’s losing their minds, the new intern accidentally emailed a selfie instead of the contract, and the damn espresso machine broke right before the board meeting!” Your voice rose, your frustration pouring out in rapid-fire sentences. “I’m juggling a million things and everyone is so damn incompetent today!.”

Jungkook didn’t interrupt, just listened, steady and patient.

Suddenly, in the heat of your rant, you cursed loudly. Sharp, fluent Italian slicing through the night air. Like words that didn’t need translation to understand they were not meant to be heard by children. Jungkook’s eyebrows rose, clearly surprised by the sudden foreign flare. But he didn’t ask. Instead, as you breath caught and the tension in your shoulders softened for just a moment, he stepped closer.

Without warning, he gently cupped your face and kissed you. Not rushed or urgent, but grounding and warm. And it made you melt a little. Enough to follow his lead, enough to know that there were other things more than fix things at work.

When you two parted, his voice was low, sincere. “Do you need me to do anything?”

Your breath hitched, the moment catching you off guard, but beneath the exhaustion and fury, something tender stirred. Jungkook’s feelings were clear to him. He was already in deep, but he held his words back, knowing this moment was yours, not his.

You looked at him, the chaos inside you quieting just enough to meet his calm eyes.

“Just… stay a little?,” you whispered.

He smiled softly, the weight of everything easing in that simple request. Because he wanted to stay, with you. As long as you wanted him to.

———

The restaurant was one of those sleek places in the city where everything was neutral-toned and over-designed, the kind of place that served eggs benedict on slate boards and added edible flowers to coffee foam. The sun filtered through massive windows, bouncing off glass and white linen in a way that made everything feel just a bit sterile. Perfect. Polished. Curated. Like your parents.

You arrived just in time. Which for your parents was five minutes late. They always arrived earlier, just to seem more diplomatic and respectful. You spotted them right away

Your mother was dressed in a soft beige silk blouse and navy trousers that had clearly been tailored within an inch of their life. Her hair, not a strand out of place, was pulled into a French twist that somehow didn’t move when she turned to greet you with a bright, almost distant smile. Your father looked every bit like a charming European businessman. Navy blazer, open-collar shirt, and that permanent sense of distraction he carried like cologne. He stood to kiss you on both cheeks.

“There she is,” he said warmly. “The one who likes to disappear every month. You look lovely.”

You wanted to tell them they knew where you lived and where you work. They could easily visit you anytime, not waiting for the monthly brunch like you were just some other thing in their schedule they needed to be done with… But you didn’t say it. Instead, you smiled.

“You say that every time you see me,” you said, tone relaxed. You took your seat.

“Because it’s always true,” he replied, sitting back down and gesturing for the waiter. “Doble espresso for my daughter, yes?”

You gave a slight smile. He remembered your coffee order. Gold star.

Your mom leaned forward slightly. “We were just talking about the Milan project. They might be opening a second location.”

“That’s amazing,” you said, nodding as you unfolded your napkin. “Are you staying longer in Korea then?”

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Not sure. Depends on how things move. Your father’s hoping to fly out again next week.”

Of course he was.

The conversation for the first fifteen minutes was polite. Efficient. Like a business meeting. They talked about the company. Your parents ran a luxury event planning firm that catered to billionaires and royals. And about recent galas, global travel, and some minor celebrity your mom had styled for a wedding in Lake Como.

You chimed in when needed, asked questions, nodded at the appropriate pauses. But it wasn’t long before your mind wandered, like always. Watching them sip espresso and speak in soft tones, a world of elegance and control. They weren’t bad parents. They weren’t cruel or absent out of malice. They just… had lives. Big, glossy lives with plans and gowns and contracts. They had always made sure you were safe, fed, well-dressed, educated. They gave you the best schools, the best doctors, the best nannies. Everything but themselves.

And they were proud of you, in their own weird way. They said it often. You were the perfect daughter, weren’t you? You ran a successful chain of restaurants, you had excellent posture, you wore Loro Piana with dignity. You were what they made you to be, what they hoped you would be… But you didn’t really know them. And you were sure, behind all that talk and proudness they felt about you being their daughter, they didn’t know you. At all.

“So,” your father said suddenly, reaching for his mimosa. “Still seeing that nice young man? The one from college?”

You blinked. “That was even before Jungwoo, Dad.”

“Oh,” he said, tilting his head. “Well, he had a good handshake.”

Your mom gave a light laugh, as if that were an actual barometer of character. “You never told us what happened with the engagement. We heard about it from Rosa, of all people.”

“I didn’t know you still talked to Rosa.”

“We use to, sometimes,” she said, dabbing her lips with a napkin. “She keeps us updated.”

You gave a tight smile and cut into your poached egg. “Jungwoo and I… weren’t right for each other anymore. That’s all. We finished things on good terms.”

“Well,” your father said with a shrug, “at least you left with dignity. No drama. I admire that.”

You didn’t respond.

Because it wasn’t true. You had mop all around over five months after almost breaking every dish in your kitchen. You had cursed Jungwoo in every language before talking the decision to break things off amicable. You weren’t that composed, that lady-like dignified. You lose control sometimes, you had to break apart. You had lost your mind a thousand times thinking about it. But they didn’t know. They didn’t actually want to. They never had to deal with you, they just were around like a weather friend who only was there to say they were proud and catch a drink just to know what you were up to. Not caring if you were having a bad moment. Not wanting to be the one to deal with it, with you.

Your cleared your throat gently. “And you’re still managing all the restaurant locations yourself? That sounds exhausting.”

“I delegate,” you replied. “I’m not making the pasta by hand, don’t worry.”

They laughed. It wasn’t unkind. But it was hollow.

“Well, it is just food after all.”

You ignored that comment, not trying to make it a discussion again. You just breathe in, breathe out and let it go.

For a while, they spoke of simpler things. Of art exhibits. Of possible vacations. Your father teased you about never answering the phone. Your mother asked if you needed anything. Clothes, jewelry, a new apartment. As if love came in packages from Bergdorf’s.

At one point, she placed a hand lightly on your wrist. A motion you very well knew. She did it everytime she saw you. “We’re proud of you, you know.”

“I know.”

“We don’t say it enough.”

“No. You really don’t,” you said, softer than you meant to.

Your mother’s eyes lingered for a moment, then drifted back to her plate. “We’ll do better.”

You didn’t press it. It was the closest you’d ever come to a real conversation. But you knew it was just a white lie. You wouldn’t see them until next brunch. You would just take some calls and they would tell you about their next adventure and ask you if you needed anything they could buy for you. Not really asking anything sentimental they could give you.

But you were use to by now. Those little lies made you believe there was always something more to hope for. And hope was something you had live for miserably all your life.

When the check came, your father reached for it without question. “Let me spoil my daughter for once.”

“You gave me the money to open my first restaurant” You said. “You spoil me constantly.”

“Yes, but usually from abroad.”

He kissed you on the cheek again when you all stood up. Your mother held your hand a beat longer than usual.

“Don’t be a stranger,” she said.

You smirked as you stepped out onto the sunlit sidewalk. “I never am. You’re just never here.”

They both laughed, your comments always being taken as a harmless dark joke. And then you parted ways. Like polite neighbors who happened to share DNA.

Two hour later the hell ended and luckily for you, your friends were waiting.

By the time you reached the rooftop bar, the afternoon sun was starting to show up, that golden hour glow that made the entire city look like it had been dipped in champagne. you stepped out of the elevator and spotted them instantly. Se-hoo in oversized sunglasses and a structured black blazer, already halfway through a martini; Bohyung lounging in a linen shirt, ankles crossed, sipping something bright and citrusy. It was too early to drink but none of you cared enough.

“There she is,” Bohyung called, raising his glass. “Our beloved heiress of cold-blooded brunches.”

You smirked, walking over to them and pulling off your sunglasses. “God. That was brutal.”

Se-hoo lifted an eyebrow. “What, the bill?”

“No. The small talk. The whole performance.” you sat down with a dramatic exhale, dropping your bag on the chair beside you. “I swear to God, we could’ve been three strangers on a first-class flight trying to be polite.”

“Did they ask if you’re still seeing the guy with the strong handshake?” Bohyung teased, sipping again.

“He’s back in the rotation, yes,” you deadpanned. “Jungwoo lives on, immortal in their minds too. They always asked the same. My mother asked if I needed clothes. Like, as a concept.”

“Did you say yes?” Se-hoo asked, waving over the server. “Because I do. And I’m not above using your mother’s delusions to finance a new pair of boots.”

“She offered me jewelry too,” you said flatly. “It’s like love is only real if it’s wrapped in silk and comes with a receipt.”

Bohyung reached across the table and squeezed your hand dramatically. “Don’t worry. I love you in unbranded cotton.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“And your idiot,” he grinned.

Se-hoo leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. “So? Tell us everything. Was it just you three?”

“Just me and the wax sculptures of my parents,” you said. “They were warm and sweet, but… sterile. Like a museum tour with complimentary champagne.”

“Still the same?” Se-hoo asked, genuinely curious now.

“Exactly the same. They ask about my business like I’m a junior analyst at Goldman. There was a solid thirty-second stretch where I talked about I owned to the bank and no one blinked. Like I’m just an efficient little investment who turned out well.”

“They are proud of you though,” Bohyung said. “They always have been.”

You nodded. “Yeah. But it’s like… they love this idea of me. The version they’ve curated. They don’t know I cry at the theatre watching Dumbo or that I used to practice wedding vows in the mirror when I was ten. They know the final product. Not the build.”

There was a brief silence while the server arrived with drinks. Your friend’s had ordered for you. A Negroni, Se-hoo’s second martini, and Bohyung’s third and absurdly large Aperol spritz.

“Okay,” he said after a sip. “Enough about the aristocracy. Tell us about your real family. The tattooed boyfriend and the demon child.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding a small smile. “First of all, not my family nor not my child. I’m just an innocent bystander in all of this.”

“Didn’t you go to her little art fair?” Se-hoo asked, grinning.

“It was more like a live attack in watercolors.”

“She insulted your shoes, didn’t she?” Bohyung grinned.

“She said I don’t get her art. She draw a fucking spaghetti dog or whatever the fuck that was.”

“Icon,” your blonde friend whispered.

“I have trauma,” you declared. “You know what I was doing at seven? Practicing my signature and plotting my future wedding to Prince William. This one is insulting ny clothes and telling me to stay away from her dad.”

“She’s testing your strength,” Bohyung said.

“She’s trying to drive me out,” you replied, lifting your glass. “And she’s not far off.”

Se-hoo studied you over the rim of her glass. “But you like him.”

“I do,” you said simply.

“More than the casual thing you claimed it was?”

You sighed. “I don’t even how it happened. It just… shifted. One day I’m coming over for sex, and the next, he’s staying over at my house to make me ramen... And I didn’t hate it.”

Bohyung smirked. “You’re in a relationship.”

“Shut up.”

“You are. And not just that. You’re in a real adult relationship. With dinners and emotions and a child who hates your guts.”

“I’m not in anything,” you protested. “We’re just… seeing where it goes.”

“Oh my God,” Se-hoo muttered, leaning over the table. “You love him.”

You blinked, then burst into laughter. “Absolutely not.”

But you knew you were getting there. That you were in denial. Because you had a strong character. You didn’t mind say no. You didn’t mind rejecting someone and moving one. You wouldn’t bat an eye making a man whine over feelings. But you had let someone stayed. You had let Jungkook take you to dinners. You had invited him to your house. To your bed. You had let him kiss you and fuck you in your own house. You had let him stayed over. You had let him feed you, cook for you. You had let him convince you to introduce you to his daughter. A kid. Something you had always being disgusted by. You had let him convince you to go to her art fair like a supportive friend.

You had let Jungkook claimed every part in your life, looking to stay… and that didn’t bother you. Not one part. Not at all.

Bohyung raised his glass. “To denial.”

“To repression,” Se-hoo toasted.

“To being in love with a man who owns Tupperware,” he added.

You groaned. “I hate both of you.”

“No you don’t,” they said in unison.

And you didn’t.

You looked out over the city, the wind catching strands of your hair, the laughter still warm in your chest. Whatever this thing with Jungkook was, however serious or casual it pretended to be, you knew one thing: this was your real family. These two idiots. This rooftop. The quiet, grounding chaos of people who actually knew you. Every piece of you. Even the pieces that try to fool them. Knowing you so well that they could caught you before you even did. Because they did know you and they loved you.

Even if they never offered to buy you jewelry.

———

The apartment smelled like crayons and spaghetti.

Jungkook stepped over a tiara on the hallway rug and tossed Sunni’s glittery backpack onto the coat rack hook. A faint puff of glitter floated into the air as it landed, shimmering like the aftermath of some princess apocalypse. He shook his head, smiling faintly, and rubbed his temple with ink-smudged fingers.

“Dad,” Sunni called from the living room, “I’m not doing homework. I’m doing research.”

“You’re watching hamster obstacle course videos,” he rolled his eyes.

“It’s called field work.”

Jungkook didn’t argue. He dropped his sketchbook onto the counter and poured himself a glass of water, glancing around the kitchen. There were magnets spelling out random words on the fridge — “FIRE,” “UNICORN,” and “BURRITO” — along with one of Suni’s latest masterpieces: a portrait of them both, complete with crooked stick arms and what looked like a suspiciously tall woman drawn beside them.

“Who’s this?” he had asked when she showed it to him earlier.

“Just someone I saw once,” she’d answered, and then changed the subject.

Now, as she narrated the complex dynamics of her favorite hamster channel, Jungkook leaned against the counter and pulled out his phone. No messages. Not that he was expecting one. You had told him you had something with your parents. Boring, you said. Probably a stiff one with wine glasses polished to the point of anxiety. He wondered how you handled it. Or didn’t. You were funny and sharp and wildly expressive, but when it came to the people who raised you, there was something… untouchable there. Like a glass wall around your feelings. Something he wasn’t able to reach, something you always tried to downplay it and change the subject. Something he wasn’t able to know but wanted to. Because he wanted to know everything about you.

“Do you want me to heat up your leftovers?” he asked Sunni

She wrinkled her nose. “I want cereal.”

“Sold.”

He poured her a bowl, handed it over like a ceremony, and watched her skip away like she’d just won a prize.

The apartment quieted down for a bit. Just the soft click of her spoon against the ceramic, and the hum of the TV in the background. Jungkook picked up his sketchbook and flipped it open. There were new designs he was working on for the shop. A full sleeve inspired by jazz records, a delicate ankle tattoo for a client who’d just survived something big. His pencil moved on instinct, sketching the shape of a woman’s hands. Slender, expressive, biting a nail. Yours.

“Daddy,” Sunni called again. “Do you love your job?”

He looked up. “I do.”

“Even the part when people cry when it hurts?”

“Especially that part,” he grinned. “I tell them pain is temporary but ink is forever.”

“That’s so lame.”

“Thanks.”

She had his humour. That witty and sarcastic remarks only a seven-year-old too aware of her around and with a functional family could have. And he loved that for her. A lot.

She padded into the kitchen with her bowl. “I think you should marry someone cool.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Cool like who?”

“I don’t know. Like Beyoncé. Or the weather lady with the red lipstick.”

He laughed. “You think I have a chance with Beyoncé?”

“You don’t know unless you try.”

“Well, she’s married so definitely not.” He took her bowl and rinsed it out. “What about someone who isn’t famous?”

Sunni tilted her head. “Like… a normal person?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “But she still has to be cool. And know how to make pancakes.”

“Pancakes are non-negotiable.”

Sunni wandered off again, dragging her blanket behind her like a royal cape. Jungkook wiped his hands, stood at the counter for a long minute, then finally picked up his phone again.

Still nothing.

He didn’t want to hover. But he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not just about the way you looked. Though yeah, you were stunning. But the way your mind worked, the way you lit up when you were making a point or dismantling an opinion like it was a puzzle box. You challenged him. Made him want to say something smarter. Made him want to read more. Made him listen harder. He liked how you spoke with conviction, how you laughed with your whole chest when you finally did find something funny, how you were always a little more vulnerable than you let on- but never less powerful.

He liked you. A lot more than he’d planned to. Maybe too much for what you’d started out as.

He ran a hand over his jaw, thoughtful. You hadn’t said anything about where things were headed, and maybe you didn’t know yet. Maybe you weren’t ready to. He could be patient. He’d had a kid at his early twenties. He knew what patience meant. But he wasn’t going to pretend it was something without direction anymore. He wasn’t built like that.

“Dad,” Sunni called again, now curled up with her stuffed fox. “Can we do a pizza picnic on the floor tomorrow?”

“Sure, Kiddo.”

“And maybe draw some hamsters?”

“Obviously.”

She yawned, eyes drooping, and he tucked a blanket around her. As she drifted off, Jungkook stood at the edge of the living room, watching the glow of the TV reflect in her sleepy eyes, and thought about the kind of woman who didn’t run - even if you wanted to - when you found out he came with a seven-year-old whirlwind.

He didn’t want perfect. He didn’t need sweet. He just wanted real. And maybe, just maybe, he already had it with you.

———

It was just after 7:30 p.m. when you rang the buzzer to Jungkook’s building, holding a bottle of wine like it was armor and asking yourself for the twentieth time why you’d said yes to this. You liked him, more than you wanted to, but you didn’t do floor picnics and kids with glittery tiaras and imaginary friends named “Captain Toast.” And yet, here you were, in your favorite jeans and a white and normal tee, hair in a neat twist, heels clicking against the building floor like you were arriving at a shareholders’ meeting instead of what Jungkook had described in the text as “Sunni’s Pizza Vision Board Night.”

He opened the door in a T-shirt and joggers, barefoot and grinning, and you immediately wanted to slap him and make out with him at the same time.

“You came,” he said, stepping aside. “And you brought backup.”

You held up the wine. “Merlot. The real MVP.”

Sunni peeked out from behind a blanket fort in the living room, her hair in messy pigtails, cheeks flushed with excitement. “Hi, Y/n,” she said, suspiciously polite.

“Hey… you,” you replied, giving her a stiff wave like you were greeting a territorial raccoon.

Jungkook glanced between you two, his amusement barely concealed. “So, here’s the situation. Sunni made us a menu. There are options.”

You took the crumpled paper he handed you. It said:

PIZZA PLAN

— Peperoni

— CHEESE ONLY

— Something fancy for the lady

— Ice cream

— Dancing (optional but not really)

You raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate the professionalism. Though I’m not dancing with this heels.”

“Yet,” Sunni said under her breath.

“I heard that.”

Jungkook took the wine from your hand. “I’m gonna run to the corner to pick up the pizza and ice cream. You two hold down the fort?”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, you’re leaving me alone with your tiny overlord?”

Sunni crossed her arms like a mob boss.

“You’ll survive,” Jungkook said, already pulling on his hoodie. “Sunni, be nice. Y/n, don’t threaten her.”

“I would never threat your kid,” you lied.

The door closed, and silence fell over the apartment like fog. It was too fast. You barely even had time to protest. You wanted to tell him that you couldn’t take care of a children. You could barely take care of a fish. You accidentally killed one when you were fourteen!. Now what if she had an accident or something under your supervision?. The responsibility was way too much. Even for someone who owned a chain of restaurants. The pressure of taking care a child was way worse.

You weren’t entirely sure how this kept happening. How you, a fully-grown, emotionally distant woman with a short temper and expensive shoes, kept ending up alone with a tiny tornado who didn’t blink, didn’t stop moving, and apparently didn’t believe in sitting still.

The silence lasted exactly forty-seven seconds. Now Sunni was running laps around the coffee table, holding a Barbie in one hand and a stick of string cheese in the other, screaming what sounded like the theme song to Frozen but in Japanese. You, on the couch, clutched your bag like it was a crucifix.

“Jesus fucking Christ, do you ever stop?” you muttered, watching the blur of pigtails and glitter zip by again.

“I’m exercising my freedom!,” Sunni declared, skidding across the floor in socks and nearly colliding with the ottoman.

You shot up, annoyed. “Okay, that’s it. Sit.”

Sunni paused mid-spin. “What?”

“I said sit. Like a human. On a surface. Pick one. Couch, chair, floor, I don’t care— just stop vibrating like a possessed fucking Roomba.”

The little girl narrowed her eyes. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“I literally am. By default. And I’ve lived longer, paid taxes, and seen Radiohead live, so sit.”

Sunni rolled her eyes, not really understanding some of your words. Just annoyed by you in general. “You’re not my mom.”

You nodded furiously. “I’m not. Lucky for you.”

Sunni bounced off the couch and started pacing again, muttering, “This is the worst.”

“You’re the worst.”

The little girl didn’t stop. You looked around the room like you were defusing a bomb. Then you spotted a sleeve of cookies on the counter. She looked at you with some spark in her eyes when you grabbed one with a napkin.

“Oh, you want a treat? Huh? You want a cookie? Sit, and I’ll give you a damm cookie.”

Sunni blinked. “Are you… are you treating me like a dog?”

You waved the cookie dramatically. “Sit, goblin. Sit and get the biscuit.” Sunni sat. Immediately. You froze for a second, stunned that she had listened. “Oh my God.”

Sunni held out her hand. “Biscuit me, lady.”

You you tossed it like you were feeding a Labrador. Sunni caught it in mid-air with her hands and you patted her head excited. “Good girl!.”

“I like this cookie” she said through a mouthful of crumbs.

Sunni climbed onto the couch beside you, cookie in hand, and stared ahead like you’d just been through war together.

“I can’t believe that worked,” you mumbled.

The little girl didn’t blink. “Do you like kids?”

“Not particularly.”

“Cool,” she said, sitting down across from you and biting into her cheese stick after finishing that cookie. “Then we agree on something.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t like kids either?”

“I am a kid,” she frowned.

“Then you should really work on your PR, babe.”

Sunni shrugged, not understanding. “You curse too much.”

“I was raised by an old Italian woman. It’s how I breathe.”

“You say weird words.”

“Pick a book and you’ll understand me better.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’re nosy.”

“You wear weird shoes.”

“They’re Saint Laurent.”

“They’re ugly.”

You put your hand over your heart, a gasp escaping your lip. “You little shit, you’re ugly.”

“Do you love my dad?” she ignored you.

It was like she had selective hearing for you. Only listening to what she cared about. It made you even more annoyed. But you knew it wasn’t only her, every kid you had met was just so annoying. You were sure they come with something inside them that made them function only to annoy the shit out of every adult— or at least you.

“Jesus Christ.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I’m not discussing adult feelings with someone who acts like a dog.’”

Sunni narrowed her eyes. “I am not a dog!.”

You stood . “Okay, you know what? This— this is why I hate kids. You’re all miniature prosecutors with no filter and no sense of boundaries.”

“You hate kids?”

“I said what I said.”

She looked smug. “Then why are you here?”

“I’m asking myself the same question.”

You two glared at each other for a full five seconds before Sunni pointed at the wine bottle sitting on the counter. “You want some?”

You blinked, a little confused how she changed subject to subject so fast. Kids were always so weird to you. Talking so much about different things in such a short period of time. You could only process so much. They didn’t even finish one subject before jumping to the other.

“You offering me wine?”

“My dad won’t let me have it.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

Another beat of silence. Then the little girl shrugged. “I don’t like you.”

You sat back down, finally exhaling. “I get that a lot.”

You two sat like that for a few minutes, not exactly at peace, but something adjacent to it. You picked at a blanket corner. Sunni hummed a song under her breath and started arranging plastic forks like they were chess pieces. And then, mercifully, the door opened.

Jungkook walked in with two boxes of pizza and a paper bag in his teeth. “Still alive?”

“Barely,” you said.

“She’s mean,” Sunni said.

Jungkook grinned. “That’s the closest thing to a compliment you’ll ever get.”

“Yeah,” you said, taking the pizza. “I’ll frame it.”

You three sat down on the floor together, cracked open sodas, and dug into the pizza. You found yourself laughing, genuinely, when Sunni tried to fold an entire slice in half and dropped pepperoni on her sock. Jungkook kissed your lips when his daughter wasn’t looking. You kicked his ankle lightly and mouthed ‘not in front of her’. He just smiled like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. And for the first time, in that ridiculous blanket fort with juice boxes and too much cheese, you felt something suspiciously close to… almost okay.

Even if the kid was a menace and you didn’t like her. At all.

———

The living room was bathed in a soft amber light, the kind that makes everything feel a little softer, a little warmer. Outside, the city buzzed faintly, but inside the apartment, it was a world apart. The faint scent of the wine lingered between you two, mingling with the quiet hum of the night.

Sunni’s bedroom door was shut, the steady rhythm of her breathing a gentle lullaby that filled the space behind. Jungkook and you sat close, the couch sagging slightly under your weight. Neither seemed eager to break the comfortable silence, as if both were savoring the rare moment of calm. You rested your head lightly on Jungkook’s shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. The warmth of his presence wrapped around you like a blanket, familiar and grounding. Your fingers traced idle patterns on his arm, a silent gesture of connection.

The day had been crazy, but you had survived. To his daughter. To the trying to mold in a part of his life that was big enough to occupied every moment of his. His daughter. And even if you didn’t like her. Even if you didn’t like bonding with kids or even being close to them, you liked Jungkook. And if you had to spent some hours with his daughter to have him, you would.

Jungkook’s gaze drifted down to your face, watching the way your eyes fluttered closed and your lips parted just a little. It was moments like this, when everything slowed, that he realized how deeply you had settled into his life, even in the quietest ways.

“You look tired,” he murmured softly, careful not to startle you.

You gave a tired little smile, eyes still closed. “Yeah, long fucking week.”

He chuckled quietly. “Understatement of the year.”

You laughed, a soft sound that made him smile wider. “You should see the disaster zone back at the office.”

“Wish I could help,” he said, voice warm.

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze for the first time in minutes. “You always do, in your own way.”

The way his eyes softened, the gentle curve of his lips. It all felt like a quiet promise. Neither of you had rushed into this, and that made it all the more real.

Jungkook took a slow breath, trying to steady the sudden rush of feeling building inside. He had been holding it back, trying to be patient, letting things unfold naturally. But now, with you so close, it felt impossible to stay silent any longer. It felt like he couldn’t hold himself back. Specially because it’s been months. And if he didn’t name it yet, you were never going to. And he had learned how to handle you. He had learned how to steady you in vulnerable moments.

“Can I tell you something?” His voice was low, tentative. You nodded, the faintest crease of curiosity knitting your brows. He hesitated, searching for the right words in the stillness. “It’s about us. About how I feel.”

You turned slightly, propping yourself on one hand to watch him better. “I’m listening.”

Jungkook smiled softly, gathering courage from the gentle weight of your attention. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately… about this,” he said, gesturing between you two.

Your heart skipped a beat, though you tried not to show it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “And I realized something important. That I’m not interested in just… whatever this is anymore. Not with you.”

“What do you mean?.”

The words hung in the air, delicate but powerful. Your eyes searched his, waiting for him to continue.

“I love you,” he said simply, steady and sure. “I think I have for a little while now. And it scares me because I want this to mean something real, not just some fleeting thing.” You blinked, your breath catching as the weight of those words settled around you both. The room felt smaller, the space between you two charged with something fragile and thrilling. Jungkook reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I just needed to be honest with you.”

Your heart was pounding, your mind swirling with a thousand thoughts and feelings all at once. The fear of vulnerability mingled with a quiet hope you hadn’t allowed yourself before in a long time. And for a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was no longer empty, it was full of possibility. Finally, you leaned in, your lips brushing softly against his in a kiss that was both a question and an answer.

It was full of the feeling. Slow, deep, hard. He kissed you like he meant it. And you kissed him like you did too. Because you did. He kissed every part of your mouth, every part of you tasting sweet and so you. And for a moment, it felt his too. When you pulled apart, your eyes were shinning with something new, a quiet, steady certainty. Jungkook smiled, pulling you close again as the night wrapped around you two like a promise.

He didn’t need you to say it. He didn’t need you to hear the words from you yet. He knew you would get around. That if you didn’t feel the same way you would’ve just say it or leave immediately. But you didn’t, you didn’t run away or even look at him sad or uncomfortable. You were shinning, the kind of glow you had when someone you cared shares the same feelings as you.

His arms went around your waist, pulling you on top of him. The warm skin of his hands gently rubbing your waist and legs. Not in a lustful way, but in a way that said: I want you close. I like having you close. And he kissed you again. Slow, sure, full of love. Your hands encircled his head, your fingers sinking into his hair, trying to grab hold of something. It was a kiss that left you breathless, wanting to go on. He licked every part of your mouth again. He moved his lips over yours like he was shaping you how he knew love was like.

And when you two pulled apart. You knew you had to said it back. Not because you were obligated, not because you needed to. But because you wanted to. And you wanted him to hear you.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

He didn’t kiss you again fast nor excited. He grew a big smile on his face that made you do the same. Happy, emotional. He grabbed your hand to leave some kisses in the top of it and then he repeated the same words so you can hear them again. Loud and clear. Like his feelings always were with you.

“I love you.”

And then you kissed him. Because you were in love. Because you loved him. And he kissed you too. Because he was in love, because he loved you.

ayooo wednesday’s updates are back!!!!

how are we feeling about this chapter??? they finally said the L word >_< heheeheh. let me know what are u thinking about the story so far, so much is about to come!!! i’m so excited for you to see their new dynamic as a couple hehehe

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Blueberry cheesecake, the sweet and sour flavor that melts on your tongue… your favorite cake, the one Jungkook gets for you every birthday without fail, because he memorized your order long before he memorized his own.

Pastel pink, the soft girly color that clings to every part of you. Your clothes, your bedsheets, your hair clips, every little thing you own carries a touch of pink somewhere. Whenever Jungkook spots the shade in public, his thoughts find their way back to you.

Romantic novels, anything that leaves your heart racing and your feet kicking against your mattress. Jungkook always finds himself wandering into bookstores because of you, scanning shelves for stories he thinks you would like, only to end up buying more books than he originally planned.

Makeup, oh you love makeup. Pink glitter brushed over your eyelids, glossy lips shining beneath the light, sparkly blush dusted across your cheeks. Jungkook swears he finds traces of your glitter everywhere… on his hoodies, on his fingertips, sometimes even on his face after you hug him too close.

Vanilla oatmilk latte, the coffee you order every single morning before school. Jungkook learned how to make it himself after watching you drink it so often, memorizing the exact measurements because you love them.

Powder cologne, soft, delicate and comforting. A scent Jungkook knows too well, one that settles into his hoodies whenever you steal them, one that drives him crazy whenever you lean too close without realizing what you’re doing to him.

Countless things. 

Your habits, your favorite foods, the songs you replay until you get sick of them, your random mood swings, your little mannerisms, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard, the way you avoid eye contact whenever you lie. 

As your childhood best friend, Jungkook almost knows you better than you know yourself.

You were seven when you first met him, while Jungkook was already twelve.

Your mothers were close friends, living in the same village with houses only a few blocks apart. The first time your mother introduced you to Jungkook and his parents, you were painfully shy. Tiny hands clutching your barbie doll against your chest, pink shoes tapping nervously against the floor, you hid halfway behind your mother’s leg while peeking at him.

Jungkook, on the other hand, only looked at you with indifference. 

He had been building legos upstairs before his mother called him down to greet the guests, and judging by the slight furrow between his brows, he was more irritated about being interrupted than interested in meeting you. 

Dressed in a baby blue jumper, he looked like a tiny builder himself, big round eyes already drifting elsewhere as if he couldn’t wait to go back to his room. 

You were an only child, and so was he, which was exactly why your parents thought the two of you would get along perfectly. They insisted you become playmates, excited over the idea of their children growing up together.

The problem was that the two of you liked completely different things.

You wanted barbie dolls, toy kitchens, dollhouses and tea parties. 

Jungkook liked legos, robots, mini cars and toy dinosaurs.

So sitting inside Jungkook’s bedroom for the first time felt painfully awkward. Your mothers stayed downstairs, happily chatting over coffee while the two of you remained trapped upstairs in complete silence. 

You sat on a small soccer-ball bean bag, clutching your barbie tightly in your lap, glossy eyes wandering around his room filled with boyish toys and shelves crowded with action figures. Your pink glittery dress looked so out of place, matching the headband resting neatly in your hair and the tiny dress your barbie wore.

This was not your kind of playtime.

Meanwhile, Jungkook sat at his tiny blue table, completely focused on stacking legos together like you didn’t exist. His brows pinched together in concentration, lips slightly puffed out as he connected the pieces one by one, so serious for a twelve-year-old boy.

You stayed quiet for nearly fifteen minutes, too shy to disturb him despite desperately wanting someone to play with. But as the minutes dragged on, boredom slowly began to creep in. You carefully stood from the bean bag and walked towards him, still hugging your barbie doll against your chest.

“C-Can I join?” you asked softly, curiously staring down at the colorful legos despite not understanding what he was even trying to build.

Jungkook glanced up at you, brows furrowing immediately.

“No,” he dismissed flatly before returning to his legos again.

Jungkook was serious about legos. His playtime revolved entirely around building them, fingers busy connecting tiny pieces together for hours without getting bored. Before that, he had been obsessed with dinosaurs, carrying them everywhere around the house, but eventually he discovered a new fixation. He realized he liked building things. Finishing a set only to display it proudly in his room like a trophy.

You pouted beside him. “Do you have barbies?”

Jungkook frowned immediately, glancing between you and the barbie doll smiling brightly in your hands as if the question itself offended him.

“No,” he said bluntly. “But I have dinosaurs.”

Maybe it was a strange combination.

You were sitting on the soft floor mat with barbie dolls while dinosaurs surrounded them like predators.

He only let you borrow the dinosaurs to keep you occupied enough not to disturb him while he played.

Still, you were entertained.

Cute little noises left your mouth as you imitated roaring dinosaurs and dramatic barbie voices, completely immersed in your own little world. Your giggles often filled the room while Jungkook remained focused on his legos, though sometimes his eyes would flicker towards you for a second before returning to his build.

And somehow, it became a routine.

Every Saturday, your mother would bring you over to Jungkook’s house… excitement would bubble inside you the moment you stepped through the front door because it meant running upstairs to his room again. By then, you already expected the sight waiting for you.

Jungkook sitting in his usual spot near the little blue table, focused on a brand new lego set.

And the dinosaurs already arranged neatly on the floor mat for you.

The two of you barely talked. But neither of you minded. 

At your age, all that mattered was having toys to play with. While for Jungkook, happiness meant building something piece by piece until it was complete.

So every weekend, you would bring over a handful of barbies for the dinosaurs to chase around while Jungkook built something different each week. 

Sometimes it was a car. Sometimes a house. Sometimes an entire little town slowly formed beneath his careful little hands.

It was one quiet afternoon when you finally decided to talk to him properly.

You had just entered his room, wearing your usual pink puffy dress with your hair tied into cute pigtails. After setting down your backpack filled with barbie dolls beside the bean bag, your eyes immediately landed on a brand-new set of dinosaurs arranged carefully across the floor mat.

Your eyes widened. “New dinosaurs!” you exclaimed excitedly, small hands already grabbing one of the unfamiliar dinosaurs to inspect it closer.

Across the room, Jungkook looked up from his lego table. His hands paused mid-build the moment he saw your expression. Your wide sparkling eyes, your bright smile, the way your excitement completely lit up your face over something as simple as mini dinosaurs.

For a second, he only stared. Then he quickly looked back down at his legos with a small pout tugging at his lips.

“M-Me and my mom went toy shopping for a new lego set,” he mumbled. “I saw a new edition of dinosaurs.”

A soft giggle escaped you as you hurried towards his table, clutching the dinosaurs tightly in your small hands. “Really?” you asked happily. “I thought you didn’t play with dinosaurs anymore?”

Jungkook glanced at you from the corner of his eye, slightly distracted by how close you suddenly were to him.

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly. “But you like them.”

He almost fell from his seat when you suddenly crouched down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a sweet habit of yours whenever your parents did something for you.

“Thank you, Koo!” you giggled, hopping back towards the soft mat while Jungkook remained completely stunned.

Slowly, heat crept across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. His boba eyes wide and sparkly like a candy was given to him. His cute brows furrowed, and when he picked up a lego block… all he could think about was your cute smile and soft kiss.

At first, you truly thought you and Jungkook would never become close.

He was too quiet, too focused on his own little world of legos and building sets while you lived inside glittery barbie dream houses and dramatic dinosaur adventures. But as the months slowly passed, you found yourself growing fond of him. And somehow, Jungkook slowly grew fond of you too.

The distance between the two of you became smaller little by little. 

From sitting separately in silence, you were now beside him at his table helping him build lego sets together, your tiny fingers handing him blocks while he taught you where they belonged. It felt almost special, like Jungkook had finally lowered the invisible walls around himself enough to let you into his space.

Quietly, you started wondering if maybe one day…he would want to play barbies and dinosaurs with you too. 

“A brachiosaurus!” you gasped happily, excited when you realized what the two of you were building together.

Jungkook tried to hide the smile threatening to tug at his lips, the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slowly turning red.

"Y-You like it?'' he said in a small voice.

You nodded happily, eyes sparkling as you held up the long-necked lego dinosaur. 

Jungkook smiled, unconsciously leaning closer, his cute bunny teeth showing as he made a mental note to buy more lego dinosaurs for you.

As the weeks passed, moments like those became more common. Then one Saturday, your tiny dream finally came true.

“Hi, Koo!” you greeted softly after entering his room, only to freeze slightly when you noticed his lego table untouched for once.

Instead, Jungkook was crouched beside the floor mat near the dinosaurs.

Your eyes widened.

“Wanna play with you,” he said with a shy smile, as he held a few dinosaurs in his tiny hands.

For months, you played alone while he focused on his lego sets. 

The first time he finally let you help him build one, you were so happy that you started looking forward to every new set the two of you would make together.

It quickly became your favorite part of visiting him.

So seeing him willingly sit beside you now… actually wanting to play with your barbies and dinosaurs instead of his beloved legos—made excitement bubble in your chest.

It felt special, like he was stepping into your world the same way he had once invited you into his.

“O-Okay,” you said excitedly. “You can be the spinosaurus and I’ll be barbie.”

Your small hands shakily arranged the dinosaurs into a circle while Jungkook quietly watched you.

And the truth was, for the past few months, Jungkook had already been watching you more than he should.

Whenever you weren’t looking, his eyes would drift away from his legos just to watch you playing on the mat by yourself. Your cute little dinosaur noises, your giggles, the way you became completely immersed in your stories somehow made him happier than finishing any lego set ever could.

Sometimes he took days to finish builds that normally only needed hours, just because he kept getting distracted by you.

And whenever you paused your playing to look over at him with one of your cutest smiles, his chest would start beating strangely fast.

A small, innocent crush began to bloom in the little boy whose heart had only been filled with lego blocks—the very first piece quietly clicking into place inside him, setting the shape of something he didn’t yet understand.

At the age of eight and thirteen, the two of you became inseparable. 

Whenever your mother got too busy with work, you would immediately beg her to drop you off at Jungkook’s house instead of leaving you home alone, and eventually it became normal for you to spend almost every weekend there. Your mothers didn’t even question it anymore. If you disappeared, they already knew you were upstairs in Jungkook’s room.

And somewhere along the years, you got to know him better. Jungkook only looked snobbish at first glance. Quiet, a little intimidating, always serious whenever he focused on something. But once someone truly got close to him, they would realize how sweet he actually was.

Especially with you.

As your friendship grew, so did the amount of time you spent together. Before long, sleepovers became common too.

The two of you would lie beside each other beneath the blankets, talking about random things for hours instead of sleeping. Sometimes you hid underneath the covers with a flashlight between you, pretending you were camping in the middle of a forest while whispering ghost stories and silly secrets to each other.

Jungkook would pull you close while you giggled uncontrollably, pressing playful kisses against your cheeks before dramatically pretending to die in your arms whenever you hugged him too tightly. 

“I like the stars on your ceiling,” you murmured sleepily one night, while lying beside him on his bed. “Mine is just plain pink.”

Tonight was another sleepover. Your sleepy eyes struggled to stay open because you wanted to spend more time with him before falling asleep. The two of you were even wearing matching pajamas, yours covered in tiny pink hearts while his had blue ones, a matching set you had begged your mother to buy days before the sleepover.

Jungkook turned his head towards you, smiling softly when he noticed your eyes slowly drooping shut.

“You’re sleepy,” he giggled, poking your cheek gently with his finger when your eyes closed for a second too long.

You immediately pouted at him. “Am not,” you mumbled stubbornly. “We still have to play camping later, Koo.”

Playing camping beneath the covers with a flashlight was one of your favorite bedtime routines together, but tonight exhaustion was beginning to betray you. School had drained you completely, your body heavy against the mattress no matter how much you tried to stay awake.

Jungkook's lips curled into a small smirk, an evil little prank brewing in the back of his mind.

With a mischievous grin, he suddenly grabbed his throat dramatically, choking and panting before going completely still on the bed, eyes shut and tongue sticking out slightly like a fish… as if he had died.

“I think it would look cute to have planets too, what do you thin—Koo?” 

The drowsiness vanished from your body the moment your eyes landed on him… frozen beside you.

“Koo?” you whispered, sleepy brows furrowing.

When he didn't move, panic bloomed instantly in your chest.

You sat up so fast the blankets tangled around your legs, tiny hands immediately grabbing his shoulders as you shook him desperately.

“Koo! Wake up, Koo!” you panicked.

Your glossy eyes widened further when he refused to move, his face still scrunched into that horrible dead fish expression. Heart pounding loudly inside your chest, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, trying to wake him up while tears quickly gathered in your eyes.

“Boo! I got you—” His laughter stopped halfway when he saw your face. Fat tears rolled down your flushed cheeks while you stared at him in genuine fear.

A soft sob escaped your lips. “T-That’s, that’s not funny,” you sniffled quietly. “I thought you were dead!”

Jungkook instantly softened. Though he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at how adorable you looked.

“Aww, baby...” he chuckled softly, opening his arms for you. “Come here.”

He always called you his baby. Partly because you were younger than him, but mostly because you acted like his cute little girl half the time, clinging onto him whenever you got scared or upset.

When you glared at him through your tears, he only chuckled quietly instead of feeling guilty. Seeing your pouty face, your sleepy swollen eyes and pink cheeks somehow made his chest feel weirdly warm.

It made him want to hug you forever.

Jungkook moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your smaller body until your back rested against his chest. His laughter became softer when he caught your deadly glare again, leaning closer just to press a small apologetic kiss against your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, peeking at your face with the cutest pout.

When you still didn’t answer, he immediately resorted to the one thing he knew you could never say no to.

“Hmm, do you want some ice cream?” he whispered beside your ear, wiggling his brows playfully. “Mom bought some earlier.”

You stayed silent for a moment, still pretending to be upset while staring down at his hands tracing little circles against your palm.

Then your pout slowly weakened. “Okay,” you mumbled. “What flavor?”

Jungkook grinned immediately, bunny teeth appearing the second you gave in. He always knew how to melt your heart. Always knew exactly how to make you smile again.

And just like you spent countless days at his house, Jungkook spent plenty of time at yours too.

The first time he stepped inside your room, he looked completely stunned by the overwhelming amount of pink surrounding him.

Pink walls, pink blankets, shelves lined with barbie dolls, and plushies piled so high on your bed that there was barely any room left to sleep. Even the little lamp on your bedside table was dusted with glitter.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stood in the middle of it all, clutching a backpack filled with toy dinosaurs and looking painfully out of place in your princess-like bedroom. His usual blue jumper was the only thing that didn't blend into the sea of pink.

During sleepovers, you would force him to hug one of your teddy bears while you cuddled your favorite bunny plushie against your chest, proudly telling him it reminded you of him. Jungkook would always pout whenever you said that, his nose scrunching at the sight of you kissing the bunny.

Quietly, somewhere inside his heart, another tiny lego piece snapped into place whenever he watched you hold that bunny so tightly.

Most nights, neither of you slept early anyway. Your mother would occasionally scold the two of you after hearing nonstop giggles coming from your room late at night, the sound muffled beneath blankets while you whispered stories to each other instead of sleeping like you were supposed to.

You and Jungkook were always entertained by each other’s presence. And as the years slowly passed, both of you began to change. Your hobbies evolved just as naturally as you grew older together.

Jungkook slowly drifted away from legos and video games, while you traded barbie dolls and dress-up games for makeup and novels.

It wasn't surprising when Jungkook pursued engineering. He had always loved building things, ever since he was a little boy…carefully connecting blocks together at his tiny blue table.

The rooms that once overflowed with toys changed too.

Jungkook’s room became crowded with sketches, papers, blueprints and a laptop constantly left open on his desk. While your room transformed from shelves of dolls into a vanity covered with makeup, skincare products, perfumes and stacks of romance novels scattered across every surface.

And by the time you were eighteen and Jungkook was twenty-three, something between the two of you had quietly shifted.

Jungkook became protective over you in a way he never was before. Maybe it was because you were no longer the tiny little girl who followed him around with barbie dolls clutched in your hands.

Your cute colorful headbands became dainty little hair clips. Puffy dresses turned into soft sundresses that showed off the softness of your legs, always paired with small heels that made you look older than he was prepared for. Even your eyes had changed. Still sparkly and sweet, but now carrying a teasing playfulness beneath them. A bratty little glint that appeared whenever you wanted something.

But despite everything changing, some things about you stayed exactly the same.

You still hugged him constantly. Still kissed his cheeks whenever he did something sweet for you. Still clung onto his arm whenever you got excited over something small.

To you, those gestures were innocent, familiar, and natural.

But for Jungkook, they no longer felt innocent at all. 

Somewhere throughout the years, your harmless affection had started affecting him differently.

A simple kiss against his cheek suddenly made heat spread through his body in ways that felt wrong to him. Your random hugs made his muscles tense instantly, his breath hitching whenever you pressed your soft chest against him, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.

And whenever you played with his hair while sitting a little too close beside him, or wore those cute little sundresses that clung softly to your curves and showed off your legs, Jungkook would find himself swallowing hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to ignore the strange tightness spreading through his pants.

You were still the same sweet little girl. But Jungkook was no longer looking at you the same anymore. 

The lego pieces inside his heart were stacking faster now, building into something so deep and overwhelming that even he could no longer keep track of it.

“What’s cuter, this one… or this one?” you asked, holding up two dresses for Jungkook to see.

Today, the two of you were spending the day at the mall. After having lunch at your favorite restaurant, you immediately dragged Jungkook into a boutique, eager to shop for new dresses—your latest obsession.

Jungkook tilted his head, “The pink one,” 

“I know! Okay, I’ll get this.” you smiled brightly.

By the time you finished shopping, you had already bought three more dresses from the boutique alone. Meanwhile, Jungkook sat patiently on the couch outside the fitting rooms, paper bags hanging from both of his hands while he waited for you without a single complaint.

When you finally turned to look at him after paying, your expression softened slightly. His head rested against the couch, eyes closed as if he had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for you.

He looked exhausted. Lately, Jungkook had been reviewing nonstop for his engineering board exam, barely getting enough sleep between studying and helping around the house. 

You were still in college, while Jungkook was already preparing for the next stage of his life.

It made you a little sad sometimes.

Weekends had become your favorite days because those were the only times he was fully free for you anymore.

You quietly sat beside him, and the moment the cushion dipped, Jungkook’s eyes immediately opened.

“You done, baby?” he asked softly, still half sleepy while instinctively reaching for your shopping bags to carry them himself.

You pouted… he looked so tired—wearing a black shirt that was a bit wrinkled from the day, his glasses slightly slipping down his nose and his hair a little disheveled. He still looked utterly handsome.

Without thinking much about it, you scooted a little closer to him. His brows furrowed immediately as your soft, powdery scent wrapped around him.

“Yup!” you smiled softly while fixing his slightly messy hair. “Let’s go home.”

His lips twitched. “Thought you wanted to visit the bookstore after this?” 

You shook your head. “No, wanna rest.” Your voice turned softer. “Let’s take a nap at your house?”

Jungkook’s jaw immediately tensed. His tongue briefly swiped across his lower lip before he looked away for a second, something unreadable flickering across his face as he tried to gather himself together. 

“Hmm…” he bit his lower lip, heavy-lidded eyes staring back at you. “You’ll go home after, okay?” he said, his voice coming out raspier than intended. “I still need to finish some reading, baby.”

A small sigh of relief escaped him when you nodded innocently. You never really noticed the change in him.

To you, Jungkook was only becoming busier as he got older. You didn’t notice how quickly he started declining sleepovers once his feelings for you began changing into something deeper. 

He spent most nights trying to break the blocks apart—convincing himself it was wrong to think about you that way, trying to shatter the lego pieces inside his heart that kept snapping back together every single time he looked at you.

But he was failing, miserably. The little boy who was so good at building legos cannot break his own blocks apart.

Jungkook learned how to make the perfect vanilla oatmilk latte simply because you loved drinking them every morning. 

He once rushed across three different bakeries just to buy blueberry cheesecake after hearing you complain over accidentally receiving strawberry cheesecake instead.

He started buying powdery perfumes, candles and diffusers whenever he saw them because every scent reminded him of you. He even found himself wandering through makeup stores looking at glittery products because your eyes always lit up whenever something sparkled.

You wanted something? He gave it to you. 

Almost every single time.

Still, he buried his feelings carefully beneath years of friendship because the last thing he wanted was to ruin what the two of you already had. 

He tried to stay close without wanting too much. Tried to act normal despite the growing warmth that spread through his chest and cock whenever you touched him carelessly. Tried to ignore the dangerous thoughts beginning to bloom inside his mind whenever you leaned too close, smiled too sweetly or hugged him for too long.

And some days, Jungkook truly thought he was doing a good job at hiding it.

“But Koo, I missed you…”

You followed Jungkook around the kitchen with a pout, trailing behind him like a lost puppy while he tried to ignore the way your voice instantly weakened his resolve.

It was summer break, and all you wanted was a sleepover.

Lately, Jungkook has been declining every single time you asked.

At first, you tried to understand. He was busy drowning himself in thick engineering books and endless papers for the upcoming board exams. But eventually, even weekends became off limits, which felt strange because Jungkook had always found a way to make time for you no matter how busy he was.

“Baby, I have some reading to do,” Jungkook said slowly while grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

You groaned dramatically, folding your arms while leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes following his every movement as he prepared coffee for the two of you.

One black. One vanilla oatmilk latte. 

“I won’t disturb you,” you insisted stubbornly. “Promise I’ll behave!” You whined softly, stepping closer before lightly tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. 

It’s not like you would stop him from reading, you just wanted to be around him.

Jungkook sighed deeply before finally turning to look at you properly. “I really can’t, baby…promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Your pout deepened immediately, heart slightly breaking when you saw his brows furrowing at you.

With a defeated sigh, you gave him a small nod. “Alright.” 

The second your shoulders dropped sadly, Jungkook’s grip unconsciously tightened around the milk carton in his hands.

His eyes lingered on your face, a tiny pout forming on your lips as disappointment clouded your sparkling eyes.

God, it almost made him give in immediately.

The last sleepover had nearly cost him his patience. That night, he forced himself to stay awake, reading until sunrise just to avoid looking at you too much while you slept in his bed. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the words in front of him, his eyes kept drifting back to you.

Your soft body was sprawled across his mattress, your pretty face nestled against his pillows, your hair fanned out messily like a constant temptation pulling at him.

The next morning, you were disappointed to find him asleep on the couch. You assumed he had stayed up late reading and eventually drifted off there, too exhausted to make it back to bed.

In reality, he had locked himself in the bathroom, guiltily jerking his aching cock before the temptation of sharing a bed with you became too much to bear.

“Baby…” Jungkook said slowly, voice rough from exhaustion as he lowered the teaspoon and carton of milk onto the counter.

You pouted. “If you don’t want me sleeping over, then can I at least visit you every day?” you asked softly. “I really, really miss you, Koo. I don’t have school anymore and I miss coming here.”

Jungkook closed his eyes briefly at your words. The urge to take back what he said just to see your pretty smile again was strong.

But no. 

Another sleepover meant another guilty night spent in bed, every time he can still smell your scent on his sheets, his hand would wrapped around his throbbing cock, burying his nose against the pillow because it smelled like you, his cock leaking whenever he recalls how your sleepwear would rise up every time you moved around his bed.

It made him so guilty, but it was better than corrupting you.

“Alright,” he finally sighed in defeat. “But I come home late these days, baby… you know that.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

Lately, Jungkook practically lived in the library. He spent most nights surrounded by thick books, highlighters scattered across tables while he studied until sunrise just to become the best engineer he could possibly be. Everyone around him already knew how hardworking he was.

And you knew it better than anyone. That was why your chest softened instead of growing upset.

You missed him terribly, missed the days when the two of you spent almost every second together without responsibilities pulling him away from you. But at the same time, you never wanted to become a distraction standing between Jungkook and his dreams.

You had always supported him. Always believed in him. And the last thing you wanted was to become the reason he couldn’t reach the future he worked so hard for.

You smiled immediately, happiness softening your features now that he wasn’t completely stopping you from visiting him every day.

“Okay, Koo. That’s fine!” you chirped happily. “I’m visiting Mama Jeon too, you know!”

Jungkook chuckled softly at your playful tone, warmth spreading quietly through his chest now that your pout had finally disappeared.

Sometimes Jungkook genuinely feared he would eventually cross boundaries he shouldn’t… just to keep you happy.

And honestly, maybe he already was. Because after that conversation, you truly didn’t miss a single day at the Jeon's house during summer.

Some days you baked desserts in the kitchen while laughing with Mrs. Jeon. Other days you helped water flowers in the garden beneath the afternoon sun, your sundress swaying gently while dirt stained your fingertips. Sometimes you stayed quietly in Jungkook’s room, reading books while waiting for him until sunset painted the windows orange.

And every evening, Jungkook would come home to you waiting for him. A warm meal already prepared. Your bright smile greeting him at the door before he could even set his bag down.

Every single time, it made his heart feel unbearably full. 

The sight of you peeking excitedly through the living room window the moment you spotted him outside. The way you lightly bounced on your feet before greeting him with a soft hug. The way you always asked him about his day first before talking about your own.

The way you asked what food he was craving just so you could attempt cooking it for him afterward. 

The way you loved him through the smallest things without even realizing it.

And Jungkook kept falling deeper and deeper for you because of it.

“Are you gonna wait for Jungkook?” Mrs. Jeon asked one evening after finishing dinner. “You sure you don’t wanna eat first?”

You shook your head immediately. You always ate dinner with Jungkook.

He usually arrived home around five in the afternoon, which wasn’t too late, so waiting for him became another small routine you loved. During weekends, he sometimes studied at home instead, filling the house with the sound of flipping pages and keyboard typing while you quietly stayed nearby.

Your Kookie was very smart and hardworking after all.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Mrs. Jeon smiled warmly while cleaning the table. “Good thing he’s been coming home early these days.”

Early?

Your brows furrowed immediately. “Early?” you repeated slowly, leaning against the table in confusion. “Isn’t that his normal schedule at the library?”

You knew Jungkook’s routine almost by heart, which was exactly why her words caught you off guard.

Mrs. Jeon nodded before taking a sip of water. “Yes, that used to be his normal schedule,” she explained casually. “But before summer started, he was staying until eight p.m because he wanted to aim for topnotcher.”

She laughed softly afterward, shaking her head fondly. “I kept telling him it’s okay even if he doesn’t become one, but my son always wants to be the best at whatever he does.”

Your lips parted slightly, realization crashed into you all at once. 

Jungkook had been coming home early because of you.

Because you said you missed him. Because you wanted to visit him every day.

Your chest tightened painfully, you hadn’t realized his original study schedule changed at all. Hadn’t realized Jungkook was cutting hours from his studying just so he could spend more time with you.

The realization made your heart ache in two completely different ways at once. Guilty. And terribly, terribly happy.

When Jungkook got home that evening, he expected you to greet him the same way you always did. A bright smile, soft eyes, your little footsteps rushing towards him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug that somehow always managed to melt the exhaustion off his body. 

But the second he stepped inside and looked at you properly, he noticed it immediately. The smile on your lips looked smaller than usual, hesitant, not quite reaching your eyes. And Jungkook knew you too well not to notice.

“I cooked teriyaki chicken today,” you smiled softly, quickly turning away from him to open the lid of the food on the dining table. “Mama Jeon loved it.”

Jungkook followed behind you quietly, his tired eyes never leaving your figure. You were about to grab a glass of water when his hand suddenly wrapped around your arm gently, stopping you in place. 

“Is there something wrong?” he asked softly, brows furrowing with concern. 

He was exhausted from studying all day, his navy green sweater slightly wrinkled, glasses a bit foggy, hair messy from constantly running his fingers through it. Yet the moment he sensed something was wrong with you, the exhaustion vanished beneath concern.

You shook your head quickly. “Just…” Your voice trailed off when your eyes landed on the small paper bag hanging from his other hand. “W-What’s that?”

Jungkook glanced down at the bag before looking back at you carefully. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked again, quieter this time.

With shaky hands, you slowly reached for the paper bag in his hand.

Blueberry cheesecake. 

Tears instantly welled in your eyes at the sight of it, your heart aching so badly it almost overwhelmed you. 

“K-Koo…” your lips trembled softly as tears blurred your vision.

Jungkook’s eyes widened immediately. “Hey, hey—” he quickly set the paper bag down before gently holding your arms, thumbs soothing over your skin. 

“What’s wrong with my baby, hmm?” he whispered softly, crouching down so he could properly look at your face.

And God, he looked so handsome like this. Tired but still so soft for you. 

His sleepy doe eyes behind his glasses, messy hair falling over his forehead, large hands holding you so carefully like you were something fragile enough to crack beneath his touch. 

You lowered your gaze, lips forming into a pout. “Y-You were coming home early for me…” you whispered quietly, guilt curling painfully inside you. “You don’t have to do that, Koo.”

Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed deeply. “Is that why you’re crying?”

Avoiding his gaze, you nodded slowly while staring down at your own fingers. Jungkook looked at you for a moment before gently tilting your chin upward, forcing your eyes back to his. Amusement slowly softened his tired features despite the concern still lingering there.

“Stop pouting.” he bit his lower lip, a low chuckle escaping beneath his breath as he listend to your tiny sniffles, almost relieved that his poor little baby was crying over something he didn’t even consider serious.

“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you protested, weakly hitting his chest. “We’re talking about your future here! Why would you do that?”

He caught your hand easily before you could hit him again, fingers wrapping around your fist while his thumb slowly traced circles against your skin. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he murmured softly. “I can handle my studies just fine, okay?”

You frowned harder instead. “But you’re coming home early, Koo. How is that good?”

You tried hitting him again, but Jungkook only tightened his hold around your wrist, enough to stop you without hurting you. 

He leaned closer, lowering his head until your faces were only inches apart, as if getting nearer would somehow make you understand him better.

“Need to see my baby for motivation,” he admitted softly.

Your heartbeat stumbled violently inside your chest. Jungkook grabbed the paper bag again before carefully placing it into your hands. “So I can work hard,” he continued quietly, eyes never leaving yours, “and buy you all the things and blueberry cheesecakes you want.”

Your eyes widened instantly, heat rushing across your cheeks and ears while your heart pounded so loudly it almost frightened you. 

“Do you want that?” Jungkook asked gently, his eyes lowering to your quivering lips.

“O-Of course I do, but I swear—”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he interrupted quietly, like your answer alone was enough for him. 

Enough to make every sacrifice worth it.

When uni started again, you still never missed the chance to visit Jungkook whenever school wasn’t too hectic, and whenever days passed without seeing you, he would be the one visiting instead. 

At first, you tried giving him space because of the boards, but Jungkook always insisted on meeting somehow. Like your presence alone kept him going. Like every sleepless night, every exhausting study session, and every struggle he endured became worth it the second he saw your smile waiting for him at the end of the day. 

Only sleepovers of course is where he drawled the line.

Sometimes, while staring at blueprints and thick documents until dawn, Jungkook would imagine finally succeeding, finally becoming the best engineer he could be, earning enough money to spoil his baby with everything you wanted. And somehow, those thoughts alone were enough to keep him going.

At twenty-one and twenty-six, both of you had changed so much from the children you once were. 

The boyish softness he used to carry had long disappeared, replaced by tattoos and piercings that contrasted almost unfairly against the intelligent image everyone had of him. 

His once lean frame broadened into toned muscles that stretched beneath his shirts, shoulders wider now, veins more prominent across his hands and arms. The boy who once ate lollipops while building legos now smoked cigarettes absentmindedly after stressful nights at work. 

And the engineering student who used to stay awake studying until sunrise had officially become the topnotcher everyone admired.

You still remembered the exact moment he first mentioned wanting his arms decorated. You used to tease him constantly for being such a nerd, especially with his glasses, organized notes and old obsession with building legos. 

Which was exactly why you nearly choked in surprise the first time he casually mentioned wanting tattoos and piercings.

“Huh? Really?” you immediately sat up straighter from the picnic mat, staring at him with wide eyes.

The two of you were spending the afternoon at the park, sunlight pouring warmly across the grass while snacks and drinks were scattered around your little picnic setup. Jungkook looked unfairly handsome sitting there beneath the sun, sleeves pushed slightly upward, dark hair messy from the breeze, soft eyes following your every move.

“Yeah,” he answered casually. “I also plan on getting piercings.” he tilted his head, waiting for your opinion.

“You are not serious,” you gasped loudly, quickly scooting closer towards him in disbelief.

Jungkook glanced down instinctively the moment your body moved closer to his. You were wearing a short pastel sundress perfect for the sunny weather, your hair tied into a loose side braid while your glossy lips formed into the cutest pout he had ever seen.

He swallowed harshly before quickly looking away. Sometimes it genuinely amazed him how you could still sit this close to him so innocently while he struggled to keep his thoughts clean.

“And tattoos?” you continued dramatically, eyes sparkling with excitement now. “Like… what kind? This is bomb info, Koo. Thought you were too nerdy for that.” you teased.

The thing is, he never forgot that moment—the time you were shopping for toys and spotted a limited-edition Ken doll with sleeve tattoos, immediately saying how good Ken would look beside Barbie. His little child mind, his wide doe eyes, quietly took that in and stored it somewhere deep. 

And somewhere in that simple, fleeting comment, his stupid lego heart decided that when he grew up, he wanted tattoos too.

So Jungkook would look good beside his Y/N.

Jungkook pouted slightly at your teasing. “Thought they looked pretty,” he admitted shyly. “I think I want my arms decorated.”

Your eyes widened immediately. “That’s a baddie move right there!” you giggled.

Without hesitation, you grabbed his right arm excitedly, examining it carefully like you were already planning the tattoos yourself. 

Jungkook stared down at your smaller hands wrapped around his arm, heart beating strangely harder inside his chest while your soft perfume drifted towards him beneath the warm summer air.

He bit his lower lip, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “You think I’ll look good with them?” he drawled lazily.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Course you will! You’ll be a baddie nerd,” you teased, fingers lightly grazing the muscles of his arm.

Jungkook’s eyes slowly softened at your touch, his gaze growing hazier by the second. Not because he was tired, but because you were intoxicating him again. 

“Stop calling me a nerd,” he groaned, though there wasn’t a single ounce of annoyance in his voice. If anything, his tone sounded far too fond to be offended.

“You are,” you giggled immediately, poking his cheek playfully. “You’re so smart. My smart Koo.”

Before he could respond, you suddenly stole the glasses off his face, laughing to yourself while slipping them onto your own nose. The prescription immediately blurred your vision, making you squint dramatically while Jungkook stared at you in complete adoration.

“Hello,” you mimicked in a deeper voice, trying to imitate him. “I’m Jungkook and I love math.”

You burst into laughter at your own joke while Jungkook only watched you. God, you looked so cute wearing his glasses.

“Baby, stop it,” he chuckled softly, finally reaching towards you to take them back.

You quickly leaned away from him with another laugh, refusing to give them up. Jungkook sighed through a smile before grabbing your waist without thinking, pulling you closer against him, wrapping his arms around your waist while you squealed in surprise.

“Koo!” you giggled loudly, twisting your body away so he couldn’t reach your face. But in the motion, your neck tilted back, your throat exposed right in front of him.

His eyes narrowed, staring at the soft skin of your neck as he bit his lower lip hard, leaning in closer… his pointed nose slowly grazed your skin, his eyes fluttering shut. 

Fuck.

“You smell good,” he whispered, already distracted.

Since you and Jungkook were close, you didn’t think much of it, still giggling as you tried to dodge him, unconsciously giving him more access to your neck. “Koo! That tickles.”

He was getting lost in it, inhaling your scent like he was getting addicted, his nose brushing down towards your collarbones. 

You were moving too much, wriggling in his hold, but his hands on your waist only tightened. “Stop moving,” he groaned, now pressing soft kisses along your throat, his nose burying deeper against your skin.

When a soft gasp escaped you, he stopped immediately, like he’d been pulled out of a trance. His jaw tensed as realization hit him, fear flickering across his expression at the thought that he might have made you uncomfortable.

But you were still oblivious, treating it like nothing more than a game so he wouldn’t get his glasses back, unaware that his soft kisses had already crossed a line—no longer innocent like the soft shallow kisses you shared when you were little.

“Let’s go home,” he suddenly muttered, gently pushing you away from him while clearing his throat. 

“What?” your giggles slowly faded, confusion replacing the smile on your face. “Why?”

You carefully removed his glasses from your face, leaning closer to place them back on him properly, but Jungkook instinctively moved back slightly before you could.

Your expression fell immediately.

“A-Are you mad?” you asked quietly, lips forming into a small frown.

Jungkook swallowed harshly at the sight. “I’m not,” he answered quickly, taking the glasses from your hands this time before putting them back on himself.

But your frown only deepened. “Then why do you suddenly wanna go home?” you asked, sadness creeping into your tone so naturally.

Jungkook nearly groaned out loud. He wanted to kiss you so bad.

Wanted to pin you down against the picnic mat beneath the warm sunlight and lose himself completely in you. His body was reacting so badly to you that it was becoming painful to sit this close without crossing boundaries he had no right crossing.

Still, even while it was slowly killing him, Jungkook reached for your hand again. His thumb traced slow circles against the back of your palm, the familiar motion instantly soothing you the way it always did.

“I don’t,” he sighed quietly. “I just-” 

“Don’t be mad, Koo… please?” you murmured softly, tilting your head slightly to peek at his face while your eyes stayed focused on his hands holding yours.

Fuck. He was so hard.

“I’m not,” he groaned, trying to smile at you despite the chaos inside him. “You know I won’t get mad at my baby.”

Piercings and tattoos suited Jungkook almost unfairly well. He looked more manly now, sharper in a way that made people stare a second too long without realizing it. 

The ink on his right arm wrapped around his skin like it had always belonged there, and the silver piercings he wore caught the light whenever he moved, subtle flashes that only made his presence more noticeable. The lip ring sat against his lower lip in a way that somehow emphasized his natural pout, softening the intensity of his face just enough to be dangerous. And yet, despite all of it, he still wore his glasses when he needed to work, the familiar frames making him look serious and composed while his eyes still carried the same quiet shine they always had when you were kids.

After passing the boards, everything had changed quickly for him. Phone calls from companies came one after another, clients stacking up so fast it barely gave him time to breathe. Within a short span of time, Jungkook had saved enough to buy a brand new house for his parents, choosing to live alone in his childhood home afterward. 

It was almost ironic, how the boy who once built lego structures on a small table was now designing real ones for a living, turning imagination into something tangible and permanent.

Not realizing he wasn’t just building things with his hands—but quietly building a lego heart of his own while watching you grow, piece by piece, until you became the only design that ever made sense.

On his first payday, he didn’t think twice about how to spend it. He took you out to your favorite restaurant, the same one you used to mention randomly in passing, and spoiled you with gifts you didn’t even ask for. 

Because that was always his dream in the end. 

At twenty-one, you had stayed mostly the same… still girly, still drawn to pastel pinks and soft colors, still wearing dresses that made you look like you stepped out of a memory he refused to forget. Your body had also changed in ways that made you more aware of yourself, curves developing naturally and beautifully.

In college, people noticed you too. A lot of them, actually. 

Guys who tried a little too hard to make you laugh, to impress you, to take up space in your attention the way they wanted. You went on dates here and there, curious more than anything, but none of them ever stuck. 

None of them ever felt right.

You were laying on Jungkook’s bed while he worked at his desk, fingers playing with his pillows as you babbled about college life. 

About lectures, assignments, and then, eventually, about the guys who kept asking you out.

“He's not even bad, I guess,” you said with a small shrug, “just… kind of clingy? I tried to give him a shot cause he's kinda cute you know.” you giggled.

Jungkook had always been the one person you could talk to without filtering your words, without rehearsing your tone or worrying how you sounded. 

So you kept going, still unaware of the way his pen had slowed in his hand, or how his gaze had subtly shifted towards you instead of the papers and laptop on his desk.

He didn’t interrupt you. Instead, he just listened, nodding occasionally, offering soft hums at the right moments like he always knew how to make you feel heard. 

He didn’t want to hold you back. You weren’t his. 

Instead, Jungkook kept his distance exactly where it needed to be.

He even asked questions sometimes—small ones, careful ones—because he wanted to understand, wanted to know what kind of people were entering your life. 

Not to control it. Never to control it. Just to make sure you were okay. To make sure no one hurt you.

And every time you smiled about something new, every time you tried something different, he swallowed whatever it did to him and smiled back.

Because loving you, for him, had never been about possession.

It’s about standing at the edge of something he desperately wanted to step into, and choosing not to, again and again, because you deserved freedom more than you deserved him holding you too tightly.

Even when it hurts.

“Do you plan on going on a date with him again?” he rasped, eyes still fixed on his laptop even though the words on the screen had long stopped making sense. 

You rolled your eyes. “No! Like I said, he’s so clingy,” you groaned dramatically, turning onto your side. “He kept texting me during class too. And he was kinda touchy.”

Jungkook froze, Touchy.

He raised a brow, slowly… he turned his swivel chair away from his desk to face you fully.

“Say that again,” he commanded.

You blinked, sitting up a little on his bed and smoothing out your pleated skirt. “Huh? Which part?”

Jungkook’s eyes dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face. His expression was unreadable now, serious in a way that made your teasing mood falter slightly.

“Touchy?” he repeated, almost like he was testing the word on his tongue. 

He knew you had never had a boyfriend. 

Picky in your own quiet way, always rejecting people politely, never really giving anyone the chance to stay. 

That was something he had always told himself was a good thing. But there was one thing you told him once that lingered longer than it should have.

Your first kiss. 

You had laughed it off back then, saying it was just stolen during a stupid drinking game in high school, something meaningless, something you didn’t even care about anymore. But Jungkook had gone still in a way you didn’t notice fully at the time. And after that night, the thought never really left him.

The first broken lego piece in his heart.

Jungkook never acted on it. Because he knew where the line was, even if it blurred more and more every time he looked at you. 

Every time he imagined someone else touching you, his mind would go blank for a second, like something inside him short-circuited and restarted wrong. 

His love that was freeing, turning into something selfish and possessive. 

Jungkook knows that he was no better.

Even if he acted like the responsible one, the always-focused engineering nerd with books and goals, there were parts of him he couldn’t control. 

The desires, the sexual frustration, the way he had nowhere to put everything he was feeling for you. 

So he let it out elsewhere… hard, rough and merciless—like he was always unsatisfied. Because no matter what he did, no matter who he fucks, it was never you.

“Well...y-yeah, I thought it was sweet since he seems to be very kind and perfect,” you started, shifting slightly on his bed as you tried to recall your date earlier. “But it was starting to get irritating—”

“Where did he touch you?” Jungkook cut in sharply.

His tone made you pause immediately. You blinked at him, a little stunned by how fast and firm it came out. “Uh… just my thighs—”

He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration, jaw tightening like he was trying to hold something back.

At your bratty age, you had tried to explore, you would let them kiss you, let them touch you a little, only when you thought there was something there—some special connection, some feeling that made it worth it. But it always disappeared too quickly, leaving you bored, unimpressed, or just… disconnected.

And sometimes, in the quiet parts of your mind, a small thought would surface.

Why had no one ever truly impressed you? Why did everything feel like it was missing something you couldn’t name?

But you always pushed it away.

Because growing up, it had always been Jungkook.

What you didn’t know, what you never really saw—was that Jungkook had already fallen long before you ever started trying to figure yourself out.

He ended up fucking every women who looked like echoes of you—same powdery scent, similar hair length and color, soft features that almost resembled yours if he stared long enough. He didn’t realize it at the time, how every fling carried traces of you in them, like he was trying and failing to recreate something he couldn’t replace. He never stayed long enough for anything serious. Because none of them were you.

His lego hearts were never complete without you filling them.

“I mean, it wasn’t that bad—”

You blinked slowly when his gaze dropped to your thighs again, his eyes lingering a little too long, scanning like he was replaying something in his head. Instinctively, you tugged your plaid skirt down a bit more, suddenly aware of your own body in a way you weren’t before.

“Kookie—”

“Were you uncomfortable?” he asked, voice strained.

His hand came up to his temple, rubbing slowly as if he was trying to steady himself, jaw tightening slightly. You could see it in him clearly now—the tension he always tried to hide whenever it came to you.

You shook your head quickly. “No.”

“Come here.”

You hesitated for a second, then slowly walked towards him. “I swear, Koo, I’m fine—”

“You know what to do when you don’t want something, right?” he sighed, voice lower now, almost careful, like he was choosing every word with restraint.

He reached for your hand, holding it gently before squeezing them. Like he was trying to calm himself through the contact just as much as he was trying to calm you.

“Course, I do,” you replied in a small voice.

And you did. Because this wasn’t new.

The same Jungkook who used to patch your scraped knees when you fell in the backyard. 

The same Jungkook who always made sure you weren’t left out when his friends came over. Even if his friends, Jimin or Taehyung teased you too much and made you cry. 

The same Jungkook who would sigh, drag you away from them, wipe your tears with frustrating gentleness, and buy you ice cream like it would fix everything.

Like a good older brother who never let anything truly hurt his little sister.

You would come to Jungkook when something confused you, when something annoyed you, when something made your chest feel too full and you didn’t know where to put it. You would talk, ramble, complain, overthink out loud, and Jungkook would just listen. Always.

He never really stopped you from anything. He never imposed his choices on you in a way that felt forceful or strict. 

Instead, he would give you advice, calm and steady, letting you talk yourself through your own thoughts. And when you reached the end of it, he would always say the same thing.

“As long as my baby’s happy.”

And somehow, every time, you did exactly that.

Neither of you really questioned it. It just felt like balance. Like the dynamic between you had always existed in that shape and was never meant to change.

His quiet dominance, your easy submission to his judgment—it fit too well to ever feel wrong.

“I think red hair would look good on you,” you murmured, sitting beside him as you absentmindedly played with the back of his hair while he stayed focused on your papers.

The two of you were at a quiet library near your school that day. You had told Jungkook you needed help with math, and like always, he gave in without much resistance. He finished his own work earlier than planned just so he could sit with you, his pen already marking through your problems with that effortless confidence that made everything look easy.

“Or maybe blonde again?” you continued, tilting your head slightly as you tugged at a few strands. “Remember when you went blonde?”

Ken Doll. He remembers.

Jungkook let out a low groan. “Do you want me to finish your papers or not?” he reprimanded.

You pouted immediately, leaning back slightly in your seat, your peach-manicured fingers tapping lightly against the wooden table. 

A color he had picked for you before.

“I do,” you said softly, looking at him through your lashes. “I’m behaving.”

He raised a brow at you, finally glancing up from your papers. His gaze flickered down for a second—too quick to be casual—landing briefly at your neck before returning to your eyes.

“Then behave,” 

You pouted… but still sat properly, letting out a small huff as you adjusted yourself in your seat.

Jungkook, meanwhile, looked completely absorbed in your work. His thick brows were slightly furrowed behind his glasses as he scanned your notes, lips pressed into a thin line while he analyzed every mistake. He looked older like this…serious, composed, almost intimidating in a quiet way. 

His crisp white long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, tattoos peeking through with every movement of his hand as he turned the page. Dark slacks fit neatly against his frame, and his hair was styled back with gel, though a few loose strands had fallen onto his forehead anyway, softening the sharpness of his face.

He looked like he had come straight from work without even stopping to breathe.

The lip piercing caught the light whenever he moved, a small glint against his pinkish lips as he exhaled quietly through his nose. 

Everything about him felt controlled, grounded, intentional.

And sitting beside him in your school uniform—white button-down slightly loosened at the collar, plaid skirt resting neatly at your thighs, makeup soft and sparkly pink—you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t belong in the same frame as him. 

Like you were trouble sitting next to something dangerously stable.

“Answer this,” he said finally, sliding a paper towards you.

You frowned immediately, staring at the equations like they had personally offended you. “Huh? I thought you’d answer it for me.”

Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek, clearly unimpressed but still patient. “You need to learn. Once you’re done, I’ll check it and teach you how to do it properly.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back slightly. “But Koo! It’s hard, my head is literally aching from all these numbers.”

He raised a brow at you, expression flat but not unkind. “How are you going to pass math if I keep answering everything for you?”

“But—”

Your protest died the moment you met his gaze. There was that look again. Calm, firm, unbothered in a way that made it impossible to argue for long.

You sighed dramatically and took the paper anyway. “Fine,” you muttered, already giving in. “But you’re buying me oat latte after this.”

Jungkook’s lips curved slightly, good girl. 

“Only if you get it right,” he raised a brow.

You groaned under your breath and finally focused on the equations, forcing yourself to concentrate.

Most of your homework was done by him, even when math wasn’t even involved.

And whenever Jungkook did try to refuse, you always found a way around it.

You’d show up at his house with his favorite ice cream, lingering by the doorway like you weren’t already certain he would let you in. 

Sometimes you’d lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, gentle and quick, like it meant nothing at all. Other times, you’d just look at him with those puppy eyes of yours—smiling in a way that made it seem like he was the only thing in your world.

And Jungkook would always fold. Every single time.

It didn’t even feel like a decision anymore. It was instinct. The way his expression would soften the moment you appeared. The way his shoulders would loosen, like all the tension he carried everywhere else had nowhere to stay when you were near. 

If you asked him for the stars, he would’ve probably tried to figure out a way to reach them.

He didn’t just like you. He prioritized you. 

You were very spoiled. Jungkook’s hard-earned money always ended up on you—whenever he got his salary, he would immediately take you out for a nice dinner, shop for clothes and makeup you liked, buy your favorite cheesecake, get you more books—everything you wanted, and half the things you didn’t even realize you wanted yet.

It made you happy. Every time you showed up at school with a new bag or a new pair of shoes, your friends already knew Jungkook had bought them for you. Every time you got perfect scores, they would roll their eyes, assuming it was because of Jungkook’s help and hard work behind it.

At first, your friends were very nice to you—almost overly so. They tried to get close quickly, always lingering around you, laughing a little too loudly at your jokes. 

And it wasn’t hard to understand why.

Because they noticed Jungkook first.

They would see him picking you up from school in his black shiny Cadillac, the kind of car that made people turn their heads. They would watch his tall, lean figure step out, his arms decorated with tattoos that became more visible when he rolled his sleeves up, silver piercings catching the light, jet-black hair neatly styled, and sharp honey doe eyes that softened the second they landed on you.

Sometimes he would smoke a cigarette while waiting, immediately putting it down when he saw you coming. He wasn’t someone people could ignore. Not with the way he looked, and not with the way he carried himself.

And when they found out he wasn’t just good-looking but also the top engineer in town, already successful and earning far beyond most people his age, their curiosity shifted into something heavier. So they stayed close to you—not always for you, but for the possibility of him.

Then, when they finally realized you weren’t related, everything changed. 

The smiles faded just slightly, the energy dropped, shoulders slacking like something they thought they could reach had suddenly been pulled away. It was subtle, but you felt it. That quiet shift in how they looked at you, like you had become the reason they couldn’t get closer to him.

From there, the judgment slowly followed. To them, you were just a spoiled girl, someone using Jungkook for attention, comfort, or material things. Something easy to label rather than understand. And over time, that assumption hardened into quiet resentment.

But you were never trying to be anything more complicated than you were. You were kind in a way that came naturally, warm without effort, too soft to notice when someone’s intentions weren’t pure. You didn’t see the resentment clearly, because you were too friendly, too open, too willing to believe the best in people. And that very same softness made it easy for others to either like you quickly… or envy you just as fast.

“Another bag?” Sana raised a brow at you the moment you walked into the classroom, eyes landing immediately on the new pink bag hanging from your arm.

You grinned without hesitation, completely unbothered by their stares. “Yes! It matches my nails, see?” you said excitedly, holding your hand out so they could see your freshly done manicure.

Your friends leaned in slightly, but the look in their eyes wasn’t as excited as yours. It was something sharper…envy, carefully disguised under curiosity.

“Was your nails paid by Jungkook?” Riri asked, her tone slipping into something almost accusatory.

You pouted a little, tilting your head. “Yup,” you admitted. “I accidentally told him I needed a fresh set, so…”

Over the weekend, Jungkook told you he had just received his pay. You always told him to save it—a detail your friends didn’t know…but he still insisted on treating you to dinner, telling you not to worry and to just buy whatever you wanted.

In passing, you mentioned your nails, how you wanted a fresh set for the upcoming semestral break. You didn’t mean it as a hint for him to pay; you always tended to babble randomly around Jungkook.

But then he immediately handed you his card.

“Koo, you don’t have to…” you pouted, though your smile was already forming before you even finished the sentence.

Jungkook didn’t even answer you properly. His large hand simply took yours, fingers warm and steady as he guided you through the mall. 

“What design are you gonna get?” he asked once you reached the nail salon.

You pouted, “Maybe flowers? what color do you prefer?” you asked now, giggling as you showed him your hands cutely.

He didn’t even hesitate. He always leaned toward soft, pastel tones for you, like he already knew what would look best on you before you even decided.

Light pink.

You nodded immediately when he said it, already excited again, rambling about adding tiny hearts and small details on top. Jungkook just watched you softly, expression unreadable in a way you didn’t notice, before he glanced away and told you he’d walk around for a bit while you got your nails done.

You blinked. That was new.

Because usually, when you were in treatment or stuck in a salon chair for hours, Jungkook would be waiting for you nearby. Either waiting on the couch or answering work calls outside the salon.

But this time, he left.

“Thank you, have a nice day,” you smiled at the staff, not surprised when they told you everything had already been paid for. That part was normal by now. Sometimes you even tried to sneak and pay yourself, but it never worked. Jungkook always stayed one step ahead of you.

When you stepped out later, freshly done nails drying as you adjusted your bag, you were about to text Jungkook when you suddenly saw him coming.

A little distance away with multiple paper bags in his hands.

Your eyes widened instantly. Jungkook lifted the bags slightly when he noticed you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked closer.

“Done with your nails, baby?” he asked softly, eyes briefly dropping to your hands like he was checking them properly.

“What’s that?” you asked, voice already shaky, excitement mixing with confusion as your heart started to pick up.

He handed you the paper bags, and you immediately looked inside, your heart thumping when you realized he had bought everything you had been eyeing earlier—the bag, the clothes, the makeup… it was all in there.

“Koo…” you said weakly, your voice trembling the moment you realized he really bought everything, even the lipstick you had only tried on for fun.

Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Your face buried itself against his neck, hiding away like you didn’t want him to see how emotional you were getting. 

“Thank you,” you muffled against his skin, your cheeks burning from how overwhelming it all felt.

Jungkook buying you things wasn’t new. It happened often enough that you were used to it by now. 

But this felt different. 

Because you had told him earlier you didn’t need anything. You had insisted you already had enough—bags, shoes, books still brand new at home. You had tried to sound firm about it too.

And for once, Jungkook had actually listened. Or at least, you thought he had.

Because instead of arguing like he usually would, he had simply taken you to all your favorite stores anyway. Letting you walk around, letting your eyes wander, letting you stop for a second too long at things you pretended not to want. You kept telling yourself you were just window shopping. That you didn’t need anything. That you were being responsible.

But Jungkook was watching you closely, knows what his sweet girl wanted. 

He was unintentionally making you fall harder for him. 

Your young, innocent heart once again threatened to climb his walls. Without realizing that you were already standing too close to where you belonged.

Jungkook chuckled lowly at your reaction, smiling when you clung to him a little too tightly, like you didn’t want to let go yet. His hands gripping your waist in place.

“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, voice close to your ear.

You finally loosened your grip just a little, pulling back enough to look at him. Your eyes were still wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted like you were still trying to process everything.

“I… I’m so happy,” you whispered.

His gaze softened immediately, heavy-lidded eyes dropping briefly to your lips before lifting back up to your face.

“Really,” he murmured, pulling you slightly closer again, just enough that there was no space left between you.

You nodded quickly. “So happy, Koo…”

The following school week, you showed up to class with the new bag already in use, carefully placed on the chair beside you. Your nails were freshly done too, and every time you looked at them you couldn’t help but think of Jungkook. 

“You almost have a new bag every month, do you even know how much that costs?” Nayeon said, leaning back in her chair as she glanced at you with raised brows.

You couldn’t even argue with that. It was true. 

Every month, it was either a new bag or a new pair of shoes, sometimes both.

“And those are branded,” Sana added. “I know Jungkook has a good job, but don’t you think that’s… too much?”

There was concern in her voice, but not really for you.

For him.

To your friends, it looked like he was just spoiling you. Babying you because you were childhood friends, because your families were close.

And from the outside, it probably did look like that.

Like you were simply receiving too much. Like you were just letting it happen.

But what they didn’t see was that Jungkook never hesitated when it came to you. Never treated it like a burden. Never acted like it was something he was losing from.

If anything, it was the opposite. And that was the part you couldn’t explain to them.

Because they only saw what he gave. Not what he felt when he gave it.

“If you keep on doing that, I won’t be surprised if he grows tired of you,” Riri said, shaking her head as her gaze dropped briefly to your bag like it had suddenly become something unpleasant.

The words didn’t land softly. Tired of you.

“That won’t happen,” you said quickly, a little too quickly, like saying it out loud would make it true.

But your friends didn’t look convinced. They rolled their eyes almost in sync.

“Even if you’re close, he’ll still grow tired of you eventually,” Sana added. “Especially if it’s always like that. He’s probably just too nice to say no to you.”

“I honestly feel bad for him,” Riri agreed, leaning back in her chair. “Those things he’s buying? Gosh, he could probably buy a new car already. Everything’s branded!"

The laughter that followed wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. It sat somewhere in between—light enough to pass as a joke, heavy enough to stick.

You stayed quiet. Because for the first time, the thought didn’t bounce off you like it usually did.

The dresses hanging in your closet. The bags lined neatly on your shelves. The shoes you barely had reason to wear but still owned anyway. The perfumes that smelled like soft powder and familiarity. The little pieces of gold jewelry he had given you on birthdays without fail.

All of it. All from him.

Your friends kept talking, but their voices blurred into the background. You tried to smile at lunch, tried to pretend you were fine, tried to focus on your notes later like you always did when your mind got loud.

But it kept coming back anyway.

What if he gets tired of you? What if he’s just too nice to say it? 

You were so used to Jungkook spoiling you that it took you a while to even recognize the thought creeping in—maybe you were too much. Maybe you were asking for too much without meaning to. And once that idea settled, it didn’t just sit quietly. It spread.

The possibility that he might look at you one day and feel burdened? That the person you trusted most might start seeing you as a responsibility instead of someone he chose?

That possibility hurt more than anything else.

Because even though, deep down, you knew Jungkook wouldn’t easily do something like that… you were still afraid.

So for the following weeks, you changed.

You stopped calling him for help with your assignments. You stopped texting him every small thing that happened in your day. You tried to answer things on your own, figure things out without leaning on him, even when your first instinct was to reach for him.

You were trying, quietly and stubbornly, to be less.

And Jungkook noticed.

At first, he convinced himself you were just busy. School, friends, life—it made sense. He told himself not to read too much into it, not to assume anything, not to disturb you.

But then it continued.

“It’s okay, Koo. I swear I can do it by myself,” you said over the phone one night when he had offered to come over and help you with your assignment.

Jungkook paused at that, leaning back in his chair, one hand still resting near his laptop. He had just finished working overtime, exhaustion still sitting heavily on his shoulders.

“You sure, baby?” he asked more carefully this time. “What is it about? Maybe I can help.”

Three weeks.

It hadn’t even been that long. Not for most people.

But for you and Jungkook, it felt different.

Because since you were seven years old, you had always been there. Always reaching out. Always calling. Always texting. Even during vacations, even during trips, even during the smallest moments of the day—you were part of each other’s rhythm.

And he was used to it. Used to you.

He missed you in a way he didn’t really know how to admit, even to himself. Sometimes he would catch himself checking his phone in the middle of meetings, expecting your name to appear out of habit, confused when it didn’t.

But more than that, he was starting to overthink.

Because he didn’t want to come off as clingy. He remembered what you had said about your dates before. So he held back.

But you holding back too? That didn’t feel right.

Because you were never like that with him. 

Always and exceptionally, his sweet clingy girl.

His frustration was leading him to pump his cock every night. After going home from work, he would lie down on the bed still wearing his glasses, not bothering to change his clothes or remove his silver wristwatch. With a grunt, he would pull out his cock from his dark slacks, spitting on his tip in frustration, pumping it hard and fast with the thought of you. 

“Fuck, what’s wrong, baby?” he whispers, squeezing the tip of his cock to coax out more precum. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he imagines burying himself between your thighs, determined to eat your wet pussy until you finally tell him what’s been bothering you.

He wanted to please you so badly, kiss your problems away, wanted to fuck you so hard that all your pretty little head would think about was him.

The one-night stands and occasional hookups were not giving him a proper release. He would push the other girls’ heads down harshly on his cock so he wouldn’t see their faces, always fucking them from behind so he could imagine it was you. He would bend their bodies into positions that would make him think it was your sweet little body he was fucking. He always had the stamina to go for multiple rounds because his cock was always so hard even after he came, his mushroom tip pulsing and leaking for you. 

It was so bad, so sinful, so dirty.

He wanted to know what was wrong, the urge to tie you down with his chains growing stronger. Yet he was afraid to do that to you, afraid to scare his precious little girl.

“No need, Koo, it’s an easy project. Besides, I have a girl’s date tomorrow so I kinda need to prepare,” you said in a small voice. That was a lie—you didn’t have a girls’ date tomorrow… but you’d rather stay at home than see him.

For the past weeks, he had noticed that he didn’t receive any of your random texts anymore, your silly calls for help with assignments, your usual chocolate chip cookies whenever you stopped by his house, or your clinginess to convince him to sleep over even when he would always decline.

The fact that you were going out with your friends this weekend was also very unusual. Although you still spent time with friends and other people occasionally, three weeks without seeing him at all, felt odd.

The chains of possessiveness wrapped around him once again.

“Can I at least stop by to see you tonight?” he almost pleaded. “I miss my baby.”

You shut your eyes tight, clutching your phone in your hands at his words. The wild beating of your heart betrayed you.

“I m-miss you too, Koo. But… maybe next time. I’m really busy,” you reasoned, hoping he would just drop it and let it go.

Jungkook groaned. Your sweet “I miss you” went straight to his cock, his jaw ticking in frustration as he loosened his black tie to regulate his breathing.

“Koo?” you said nervously when he didn’t answer, biting your lip hard when he stayed silent on the line.

“Where are you?” he rasped, his serious tone almost making you jump.

It was Friday, and you were rotting in your room. In fact, you had no piled-up projects or assignments due because you finished them all just to preoccupy your mind from Jungkook. 

The urge to disturb him and spend time with him was strong, but you wanted to prove to yourself and your friends that you were not using him. You were wasting a perfectly boring Friday lying on your bed while thinking about… Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

“I-I’m in my room, why?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen. Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a dismissive tone.

“Huh? Koo, you can’t—”

He dropped the call.

Your eyes widened when you realized he would actually come here. 

You quickly scanned your room, sighing in relief when you remembered you cleaned your mess yesterday. Standing up, you looked at yourself in the mirror—your cheeks were flushed, your hair a bit messy from lying down, wearing matching ruffled short shorts and a pastel pink spaghetti strap top. You leaned closer, checking if you should apply lip gloss or not.

“Ugh, why am I panicking! it’s just Kookie,” you grunted, pacing around your room, a bit excited that you would finally see him after a long while.

You brushed your hair, cringing when you applied a little bit of lip balm, debating if you should change your clothes or if you would look stupid for getting ready too much.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone beeped with a text.

Kookie: Do you want anything? I can bring you something to eat.

A loud squeal came out of your lips, and you immediately placed your palm over your mouth in case your mom would come check if you suddenly fainted or something. You read the text over and over again like it would change its meaning.

“This is the reason why no one compares to you, ugh!” you groaned to yourself, comparing his sweet gesture once again to all the boys you had tried dating.

You were about to reply when another text came in, not from him but from your good friend Hoseok, also a guy who had expressed his feelings for you before, which you rejected. He was good-looking, kind and sweet, but with his radiating energy and personality, you only saw him as a friend. You were glad he didn’t take the rejection seriously, though… sometimes he acted a bit too sweet with you.

Hoseok: hEY CUTIE! I’m downstairs!!!! Let’s hang out!

“What the fuck?!” your eyes widened immediately, rushing to the bedroom window only to see Hoseok outside your house, waving at you with a bright freaking smile.

You rushed downstairs and quickly opened the door, ready to scold him, but he only laughed at you.

“Hobi! What are you doing here? It’s late!” you hissed, grabbing his arm to shake some sense into him.

He only smiled brightly, laughing at your panicking tone. “Chill, it’s only like… 9 PM? Besides, it’s Friday! Let’s go out!”

You shook your head. Although he was very sweet and it wasn’t really bad to go out with him, you didn’t want Jungkook to see him here. The fact that you had just told him you were busy and now you had a friend over would make you look so bad.

“I can’t, Hobi- I-I have stuff to do,” you said, pulling his arm again, almost shaking it.

He rolled his eyes. “Since when did you become so boring? Unless…”

His eyes squinted as he leaned closer to your face. “Do you finally have a boyfriend coming over?”

“Hoseok!” your ears turned red. You were about to push him away when you suddenly saw a familiar black Cadillac pulling over.

Jungkook opened the driver’s seat door, his dark eyes immediately landing on your small hands holding Hoseok’s arm.

You gulped harshly and pushed Hoseok away. The way Jungkook looked at you made you feel small—his dark eyes slowly dragging over your exposed skin. In your panic earlier, you didn’t bother changing out of your sleepwear since you rushed out to scold your friend.

“Uhh, I think I should go.” Hoseok chuckled nervously, stepping aside when he saw Jungkook’s serious glare on him. The way Jungkook’s jaw tightened made it look like he could punch Hoseok at any moment.

With a bright, awkward smile, he quickly left, leaving the two of you alone.

Jungkook stepped closer, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You were busy, huh?” Jealousy dripped from his tone.

“Koo—”

“Are you dating him?”

“What? No, he’s just a friend,” you panicked.

He raised a thick brow at you, stepping dangerously close and invading your personal space, leaning down to whisper near your ear.

“Then why was he leaning this close to you, hmm?” he mocked, his nose grazing your neck.

Hoseok had been close to your face earlier, but not like this. 

Jungkook’s hands circled your waist, pulling you closer until you could smell his cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette—a sign that he only smoked when he was either bored or stressed.

“He wasn’t, Koo, I swear…” you pleaded, your hands clutching his shirt.

You gasped when he softly bit your neck, his hands gripping your hips.

“How about me? Would you let me be this close to you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with heat, rational thoughts flying out of the window.

You nodded almost immediately, eyes soft. “O-Of course, Koo.”

A quiet chuckle slipped from him, low and faint. “Yeah?” he asked, gaze lifting to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping again. “Why is that?”

“Cause you’re my K-Kookie,” you said shyly, the words coming out smaller than you intended, but honest in a way that left no room for pretending. It wasn’t just habit when you called him that—it was attachment, something that had grown with you over the years without you even realizing how deep it had become.

He groaned, squeezing your hips tighter. “Yeah? Then why are you avoiding your Kookie, hmm?” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. “Been thinking if I did something wrong baby,” he grunted against you, inhaling your soft scent.

“I’m s-sorry… I just thought you’d get tired of me,” you said quietly, voice breaking as your eyes began to glass over. “I always cling to you Koo… relying on you like this.”

Jungkook stiffened, the fact that you would think about something like that pained him, when all he wanted was for you to cling onto him, to rely on him, to stay close to him.

His gaze lifted slowly, and the moment he saw your face properly—the way your lips trembled, the way you were trying so hard not to cry—it hit him harder than anything else.

“Who put that thought in your pretty little head, baby?” he asked softly, but there was a quiet firmness underneath it, like he didn’t even want the idea to exist. His thumb reached up instinctively, wiping away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “You know that’s not true.”

You sniffled, trying to breathe through it. “I-I know… I just got scared because…” your voice cracked again, and you hesitated, fingers curling slightly as you looked away for a second before forcing yourself to continue. “B-Because I really like you… and I don’t want that to happen.”

Fuck.

Suddenly, there were bricks in your hands you didn’t remember picking up… stacking themselves, one after another, forming something warm, terrifying and inevitable.

Your small hands reached for him then, hesitantly tugging at his shirt like you needed him closer just to feel steady again.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, something tightening in his chest at the sight of you trying so hard to hold onto him while thinking he might let go.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, pulling you closer. “I like you too,” he said softly, so softly that you almost didn’t catch it.

Your glossy eyes widened, the legos he was trying to build were now finally coming together.

Like your hands had been there all along, quietly sorting through the scattered pieces he didn’t know how to organize, fitting them into gaps he didn’t even realize were empty. 

And Jungkook just looked at you—really looked at you—like something in him had finally stopped pretending too.

Your mother had been pleasantly surprised when she saw him walk in, quickly turning into the kind of delighted smile she always had whenever Jungkook came around. After all, it wasn’t often that he visited you directly anymore—you were usually the one going to him.

The two of them ended up talking for a bit downstairs, catching up on things in that familiar, comfortable way that made it feel like he had never really stopped visiting your home.

And then, eventually, you brought him upstairs.

You were sitting awkwardly on the edge of your bed, bunny plushie on your lap while Jungkook stood near your shelves, quietly taking in the changes in your room. It looked different from the last time he had properly paid attention to it—more grown, more you, but still carrying little traces of the little girl he grew up with.

After earlier, your heart wouldn’t slow down, panic lingering beneath your skin at how intimate his presence felt in your room now.

He felt like he was finally your Ken now, but to you, he was the dinosaur to your barbie.

“You still have this,” he said softly, a small smile forming on his face when he picked up the small dinosaur he gave you when you were little.

It was cute, a pink little dinosaur he saw in the mall and gave it to you as a small gift for your eleventh birthday. It was sitting beside your bookshelf, along with some of your favorite books that were given by him.

You let out a small giggle, the tension in your chest loosening just slightly. “I actually still have some of your dinosaurs in my storage box,” you admitted softly. “I didn’t throw them away.”

That made him pause. 

He stopped looking around the room and turned his full attention back to you. His dark eyes drifted over your figure, taking in the way your short sleepwear softly clung to your body. 

The gentle curve of your breasts, the softness of your thighs and the bunny plushie resting in your lap—the one you insisted looked just like him.

Jungkook swallowed harshly, tilting his head to regulate his thoughts. “Then why is this the only one out here?” he asked, raising a brow slightly while pointing at your pink dinosaur.

You let out a small giggle, putting your bunny aside and swinging your legs a little where you sat. “That’s my favorite. You gave it to me on my birthday, and it’s pink!”

There was something warm in your voice when you said it, something soft and nostalgic that made it feel less like you were talking about a toy and more like you were talking about a memory you had kept safe all this time.

Jungkook’s gaze softened for a second. 

His cheeks picked up the faintest dust of pink, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t looking closely. His tongue brushed briefly against his lip ring out of habit as his eyes stayed on you, growing heavier-lidded the longer he looked.

Jungkook took a step closer, the space between you shrank without either of you really acknowledging it, like it was becoming natural to be near each other again in a way that felt different from before.

His hand lifted gently, fingers brushing your cheek with a kind of care that didn’t match how intense his gaze had become. “My sweet girl,” he murmured, almost like he wasn’t fully aware he said it out loud.

You looked up at him, his thumb slowly tracing over your bottom lip, your lips parting on instinct.

“Sometimes I still play with them,” you said shyly. “but not like before, I just… talk to them sometimes.”

‘’You do?’’ His brow lifted slightly, but this time there was something darker flickering behind his gaze—interest, amusement, and unadulterated desire.

You nodded, giggling under his touch. “Yeah, I kinda find them cuter than barbies now.”

He shifted his weight, stepping even closer until his hand slid from your cheek down to your jaw, holding you there gently but firmly, like he wanted to make sure you stayed exactly where you were.

“Hmm, I miss playing with you.” he drawled lazily, his fingers twirling the ends of your hair.

You smiled, innocently nodding your head. “Me too!’’

He sat down on the bed, a tiny gasp escaping your lips when he easily lifted your body until you were straddling him. The way he moved you so effortlessly sent a shiver down your spine, both of your hands landing on his shoulders for balance.

“Yeah?” he whispered, leaning in to press a small peck against your lips.

Your eyes widened. It was so quick, so light, like a feather brushing against your lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you noticed how dilated his pupils were.

“Was that okay?” he rasped.

You blinked, and then, slowly, a small smile formed on your lips. Leaning in, you cutely pressed a soft kiss to his lips in return.

“Okay,” you giggled, your eyes sparkling.

Lego butterflies erupted on his stomach.

Jungkook took his sweet time with you. His kisses were slow, shallow, and soft, as though he was waiting for you to feel comfortable. When your lips parted slightly, he slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently sucking on your lower lip and earning a soft whimper from you.

The moment he felt your body relax against him, he deepened the kiss, his brows furrowing as his hands tightened around your waist to keep you steady.

Your breath caught in your throat, the cool metal of his lip ring brushing deliciously against your bottom lip, slick with saliva every time his mouth moved against yours. Whenever soft sounds escaped you, he swallowed them instantly, kissing you deeper as if he couldn't get enough. The wet glide of his tongue against yours became the only sound filling the room.

“Koo…” you murmured softly, your fingers gripping his white long sleeves, a reminder that he had come straight from work.

When he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva lingered between your lips for a brief moment before snapping. His lips were flushed and slightly swollen, mirroring your own, while his glasses sat faintly fogged from the warmth of your shared breath. And when your eyes met his, the dark intensity in his gaze made your heart stutter.

You giggled shyly and reached up to remove his glasses.

“It’s foggy,” you pouted, your cheeks warming as you held them in your hands.

Using the hem of your top, you carefully wiped the fog from his glasses. You were just about to place them back on his face when he suddenly leaned in and kissed you again.

The way he advanced so fast, like you were the cure to his hunger…it made you wet.

This time, the kiss was needier—hungrier. His tongue slipped past your lips as though he was chasing something, as though you were the only thing capable of satisfying it.

He kissed you with a newfound urgency, flicking his tongue against yours, no longer slow or shallow. Saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth as he deepened the kiss, turning it messy and overwhelming in a way that made your head spin.

You were still clutching his glasses loosely in your hand, but your grip tightened every time he pulled you closer, his tongue coaxing yours into the kiss again and again.

It still wasn't enough for him.

His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair at the nape of your neck before tugging gently—just enough to tilt your head back and draw a soft gasp from your lips.

“Koo…” you breathed shakily, trying to catch your breath.

“Open your lips wider,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough and low. “Wanna kiss you more.”

Your thoughts were already turning hazy, your body warm beneath his touch. When you hesitated, his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, the edge of his wristwatch pressing against your nape and pulling another gasp from you. Before you could gather your thoughts, he kissed you again, his tongue moving against yours before pulling back just enough to catch your lower lip between his teeth.

The way he alternated between sucking and biting made heat spread heavily through your body, your mind blurring more with every passing second. Your chest rose unevenly as you tried to steady yourself.

“Kookie-” you tried again, weaker this time.

He finally hummed in response, like he heard you but didn’t fully intend to stop. His lips moved from yours to your jaw, trailing slow kisses downward while his hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding your head slightly to expose more of your neck to him.

“Wanna play with you,” he whispered against your skin.

“H-Huh?” you frowned, bewildered when you heard what he wanted to do.

“Wanna play with my baby,” he swallowed hard, tilting his head slightly as his fingers stayed tangled in your hair. “Do you want that?”

He gave a gentle tug, just enough to draw a small sound of surprise from you.

“C-Can we do that some other time?” you said shyly, leaning into him, your hands gripping his arms as you tried to pull him closer. “Wanna kiss you more, Koo.”

A low groan slipped from him at that, almost frustrated. He dipped his head and bit lightly at your neck before soothing it with his tongue, the contrast making your breath catch.

“But I wanna play with you, baby,” he cooed, voice softer now but laced with something teasing, almost mocking in the way he echoed your words from when you were younger.

You whined, your cheeks burning, your body already feeling too warm from him, from the way he kept holding you so close like there wasn’t any space left to escape even if you wanted to.

“But Kookie—”

“Please, baby?” he interrupted gently, lips pressing against your neck again, slower this time, more deliberate.

The sound of your breathing changed when he lingered there, and for a moment you just held onto him, torn between what you were saying and what your body was already answering for you.

When he finally pulls back from your neck to look at you properly, you’re already chewing your bottom lip, brows furrowed at his request, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you cling to him.

“Words, baby,” he said quietly.

You hesitated for only a second before finally nodding, your voice coming out small and defeated, like you didn’t really want to stop him but couldn’t fully say yes either.

“Okay.” you frowned.

He let out a soft laugh at your reaction.

“Is my baby girl sad, hmm?” he chuckled, one hand holding both of your cheeks so he could look at your face properly.

“Jungkook, please,” you whined.

“Jungkook, please,” he repeated, mocking you, amusement clearly etched across his darkened expression.

His eyes dropped slowly over your body—your clothed cunt pressed against his hard cock beneath his slacks, your breasts brushing firmly against his chest, your small hands tugging and gripping him for purchase.

“You’re so pretty,” he groaned.

His index finger traced lightly over your collarbones, watching how your skin would turn pink whenever he touches harder.

“So soft,” he cooed under his breath, his hand sliding downward along the curve of your chest, making you hiss softly.

You looked down at his hand. “K-Koo, what are you doing?” you said weakly.

His fingers drifted lower, resting near your belly button, dangerously close to your clothed pussy.

“Playing with you,” he said simply, head tilting as he looked at you with quiet amusement.

Heat spread through your body like wildfire, your back arching slightly as realization sank in. A liquid warmth pulsed between your thighs, your panties growing wetter with arousal.

“Koo, that’s so—” you couldn’t finish your sentence, a sharp gasp leaving you when his finger finally traced over you through your thin sleep shorts.

“I wanna play with you here,” he murmured, continuing to trace slow circles over your clothed pussy.

A soft moan slipped from you, almost breaking into a sob at the anticipation alone.

“Do you want that, baby?” he leaned in and lightly kissed your lips, eyes lifting to meet yours. His gaze was heavy, dark with need, but steady—waiting, still holding himself back just enough to give you the choice.

“Yes.” you gulped harshly, eyes getting heavy lidded.

“Yeah? you’ll let me play with your little pussy?’’ he whispered.

“Please…” you moaned, cheeks flushed red, eyes slipping shut as you lightly grinded against him, desperate for friction.

He chuckled softly, pecking your lips once more. “I’ll lay you down, okay? Gonna spread your legs so I can play with you properly.”

He guided you down onto the bed gently, positioning you beneath him and carefully parting your legs. You gasped slightly at the change in position, a wave of overwhelm hitting you. You were about to sit up again, but he quickly followed, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you softly.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered when he felt your panic, his voice low and steady. “We’ll take it slow.”

His left hand cupped your breast gently while the other held your face in place, steadying you as he continued kissing you.

You had never let anyone get this far before. You had shared a few lingering kisses, a few brief touches, but you had never crossed that line with anyone. The thought of letting Jungkook do it now sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting before your thoughts could catch up.

His nose grazed your neck as he breathed you in, his presence grounding and overwhelming all at once.

“Can I remove this, baby?” he asked gently, fingers holding the straps of your top as his lips brushed against your sternum, waiting.

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

He smiled, slowly removing your top and exposing your baby pink lace bra. A low groan slipped from him at the sight, and he quickly leaned down, pressing his lips against the fabric, his tongue teasing through the cup as your nipples hardened beneath the sensation.

“Oh, Koo…” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair.

His other hand was already on your breast, kneading it slowly as he worked you over. Soft whimpers slipped from your lips when you felt the fabric growing damp from his saliva, the outline of your nipple becoming more visible beneath it, clearly caught under his gaze.

With a deep groan, he pulled the straps of your bra down, exposing your soft breasts fully. His eyes darkened instantly at the sight. 

“Pretty girl,” he mused.

‘’Kookie, this is so embarrassing.” you avoided eye contact, trying to cover your breasts.

“Shh, you’re so pretty,” he said softly as he slowly removed your arms from your chest, dark eyes roaming over your figure.

“Look at me,” he added, gentle—but with an edge underneath it.

When you finally did, your eyes almost rolled back when you saw him sucking his fingers, bringing them down to your right nipple. He pinched it, spreading his saliva before rolling it between the pads of his thumb and index finger.

“Oh my gosh!”

“You like that?” he murmured, leaning down to your other breast. He spat on the bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking it softly.

You were a whining mess, your fingers tightening in his hair from the intensity. It was wet and messy, a soft pop following when he released your nipple briefly, only to switch to the other one—his lip ring brushing against your nipple, adding even more stimulation.

“Mmph, that’s so good-’’

Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt his palm press over your mouth, silencing your moans.

“Shh, baby,” he murmured, letting out a quiet chuckle. “Need you to be quiet for me.”

“S-Sorry,” you said shyly, biting your lip as you realized how loud you must have been.

He smiled softly, pressing a trail of kisses from your stomach down to your belly button. “Good girl.”

You quickly covered your mouth when his nose nudged against your clothed cunt, inhaling your pussy as he lingered there a little too long. 

“Mmph!” you shifted your legs, but he held your hips firmly in place.

“Baby, keep your legs open,” he groaned, his nose following your clothed cunt.

After inhaling your pussy like he was addicted to it, he slowly pulled your shorts down. Your legs instinctively tried to close, but his hands stopped you, guiding them open instead. The movement exposed the wet patch in your pink underwear, your arousal already seeping through and clinging to the fabric, your inner thighs slightly damp.

“So messy baby, is this all for me?’’ gathering saliva in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed slightly before he leaned down and spat onto your clothed pussy, watching closely as it mixed with your wetness. The fabric darkened further, your cute slit more clearly outlined beneath it.

You whimpered at the feeling, warmth spreading through you as his spit soaked through your panties. But the moment he leaned in again, your legs instinctively closed around his head, trapping him between your thighs.

“Sorry, I didn’t m-mean that,” you said quickly, loosening your grip and slowly reopening your legs.

He looked up at you, expression softening immediately, a small gentle smile returning to his face. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just relax for me, yeah?”

Opening your legs wider, he leaned down and ran a slow stripe through your panties, moving from your entrance up to your clit, making the fabric even wetter beneath his tongue. His fingers dug into both of your thighs when you instinctively tried to move again, the sensation overwhelming enough to keep you still for a moment.

He was messily working you through the fabric, groaning softly as he pressed his tongue against you, his mouth trying to suck your clit to make it peek through your panties. The sensation of the wet fabric against your swollen clit was uncomfortable in the best way—overwhelming, and painfully pleasurable.

You quickly bit down on your hand to muffle your moans, but the sounds still slipped out regardless.

When your moans started getting louder, he exhaled sharply and pulled your underwear down, gathering the soaked fabric in his hand without hesitation.

“Open your mouth,” he rasped.

You hesitated for a second before slowly parting your lips, eyes widening when he slid your soaked underwear inside. The taste of your arousal mixed with his saliva hit your tongue immediately.

“There you go, baby,” he murmured, voice softer again. “All nice and quiet.”

He leaned in after that, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek like it was a reward. Then, reaching for the glasses on the bed—the ones you hadn't even realized you'd dropped—he slipped them back on before leaning down again.

“Need to see this pretty pussy clear, baby.” he said softly, adjusting them on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at you.

A low groan left him as he slid his hands under your thighs, pulling you closer. His head tilted slightly as he stared at your bare cunt for a moment longer, like he was memorizing the sight in front of him.

“You’re so pretty,” he bit his lower lip.

He used his fingers to part you further, exposing your swollen clit before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to it.

“Gonna play with you now,” he lowered his mouth to you, tongue slipping into your wet folds, collecting your arousal, tasting you slowly as he began to eat you out properly.

Your moans were muffled by the soaked fabric still stuffed inside your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightened, firm enough for you to feel the cold press of his silver watch against your skin, holding you in place as you squirmed restlessly beneath him.

Every so often, he’d pull back just enough to gather saliva on his tongue, before leaning back in to spit just above your hood, pulling your pussy lips apart so it can trail down over your clit. He’d spread it with his tongue, deliberately working it in, just to make you even messier.

The way he ate your pussy was almost the same way he kissed you—messy, pouty and needy. His mouth stayed slightly parted, expression focused, brows faintly furrowed like he was too absorbed in your cunt to care about anything else.

His hips thrusted unconsciously against the bed, his own restraint slipping the more you reacted. Every soft sound you made went straight through his cock, making it harder for him to hold back. His precum was leaking at the tip, almost fucking the mattress everytime your pussy squelches.

“Mmph.’’ you moaned, eyes getting teary because he wasn’t stopping.

The feeling of your clit on his tongue was addictive—how it twitched, how it reacted to every movement. He kept circling it, sucking, teasing, as if he couldn’t get enough… you were dripping so much that before it could even reach the bed, his tongue was already there to catch it, eager to taste every drop of you. The wet, dirty slurping sounds filled the room, loud and unrestrained. Every time you tried to wriggle your legs, he only pinned you down more, spreading you wider so he could eat your pussy properly, taking his time while adjusting his glasses whenever he paused to look at you.

Whenever he stopped, he’d either spit or simply stare at your cunt, his thumb pushing your folds apart just to get a better view of your swollen clit, already flushed and sensitive from his tongue.

“My pretty little pussy,” he murmured.

The moment he saw your hole spilling with arousal, he leaned in quickly, tongue already out, licking into you and sucking everything back in like he couldn’t resist it.

Your eyes rolled back, your teeth biting down on the soaked fabric, overwhelmed by the pleasure building too fast. Your vision blurred slightly, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity.

He was edging you on purpose.

Not letting you finish.

Every time you got close, he slowed down or stopped completely, pulling back just enough to watch you fall apart, waiting for you to settle before starting again. It was deliberate, controlled—like he was enjoying every second of keeping you right at the edge.

“Do you like playing with me?” he asked, voice muffled slightly as he stayed between your thighs, still looking up at you through his glasses.

You nodded quickly, too eager, your body still trembling from the way he was eating you out.

He finally pulled back and lifted his head, his chin and nose wet with your arousal. Calmly, he reached up to remove the panties from your mouth, his thumb brushing lightly against your lower lip as he urged you to speak.

“I-I like playing with you, Koo,” you croaked, cheeks flushed and slightly puffy, eyes glossy, lips red and parted in a dazed pout.

“Course you do,” he said proudly, a faint smile forming as he looked at you. “You’re my girl.”

He softly kissed your cheek, his right hand cupping your swollen pussy while his free hand worked on unbuttoning his white long-sleeve shirt. The belt at his waist pressing lightly against your inner thighs.

When he pulled his top off, your eyes immediately traced his lean frame. His shoulders looked broader up close, easily enclosing your space, his toned tatted arms fully exposed. The way his biceps flexed as he toyed with your pussy drew a soft moan from your lips, the sound escaping before you could stop it.

His left hand rose slowly, wrapping around your throat. The amount of times that watch had pressed against you tonight felt almost sinful.

“Told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” he raised a brow, tightening his grip just enough to make your breath hitch and your eyes roll back slightly.

Your cheeks burned instantly, embarrassed by how easily he pulled those reactions out of you.

You knew you had to stay quiet. Your parents trusted Jungkook completely—after all, he was your childhood best friend. He used to sleep over in your room without a second thought, and the idea that they might hear what he was doing to you now sent a sharp wave of anxiety through your chest.

But it only made you more restless. He was still holding back your release, keeping you right where he wanted you.

He buried his face into your neck, his voice dropping lower as he whispered just beside your ear, “Suck it.”

Before you could react, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. A sob nearly escaped you, your sounds quickly muffled by his long, slender fingers. “Shh, keep yourself busy,” he mocked.

You nearly gagged as he pushed them deeper into your mouth, drool gathering at the corners of your lips and trailing down his hand, dripping onto the face of his watch.

Meanwhile, he used his other hand to slide his middle finger into your tight hole, making your back arch from the sudden fullness. He was so deep already—his knuckle brushing against that soft, sensitive spot inside you, pressing just right.

“You’re so tight, baby. Is this pussy made for me?” he asked in a condescending tone, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth so you could answer him.

“Yes, Kookie,” you gasped, struggling to steady your breathing.

“Yes, Kookie.” he mocked, squishing your cheeks with one hand as he repeated your words teasingly.

He pulled his middle finger out of your tight pussy, bringing it up in front of your face. “Spit.”

Still holding your cheeks, he waited, and you obeyed without hesitation, spitting onto his fingers. A gasp escaped you when he spread the moisture between his middle and ring fingers before sliding them back into your cunt, the added slickness making the movement even easier.

“Koo, oh my gosh…” you whimpered, his two tattooed fingers stretching you open.

He quickly found your sweet spot again, the pad of his fingers pressing into it and curling in a slow “come here” motion that made you leak even more around him.

Still holding your cheeks, he leaned in and kissed you—hot, messy, and unrelenting—his tongue slipping into your mouth as he fed you spit, stealing your breath and your sounds all at once. It was as if he didn’t want you to breathe at all, the way his tongue moved inside your mouth mirroring the way his fingers worked inside you.

His hard cock pressed firmly against your inner thighs, grinding against you in slow, circular motions as he kept you pinned beneath him.

When his thumb circled your clit, your body reacted immediately—your pussy releasing so much liquid that you gasped and trembled, watching in disbelief as you wet his hands and his slacks more and more. You tried to push him away, tried to protest, but his mouth only swallowed your moans while his fingers kept massaging that sensitive spongey spot inside you, coaxing you to squirt more for him.

Your legs shook violently, the moment his thumb shifted into a more deliberate rhythm, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Your clit pulsed rapidly beneath his thumb, your orgasm crashing through you in overwhelming waves that made your body feel completely unsteady. Your legs threatened to close from the overstimulation, but he kept them spread, refusing to let you escape. His fingers continued working inside you, pushing your cum, just so he could hear how wet you were.

Jungkook groaned against your mouth, you were so warm, wet and so tight—almost painfully sensitive. His fingers became slick with your release, coated in it as your body continued to tremble. When he finally pulled his fingers out, your pussy twitched immediately, still clenching around nothing, leaking more of your cum as your body struggled to settle.

You whimpered when he gathered the cum that dropped, only to push it back inside you. Your weak hands pressed lightly against his shoulders in protest.

“I c-can’t anymore… please,” you muffled, overwhelmed by how sensitive everything felt. Your pussy was swollen, pulsing, too overstimulated to take more.

He finally released your mouth. Your lips felt numb and swollen from his kisses as he looked at you, tilting his head slightly.

“You okay? You’re shaking, baby,” he said softly, concern in his tone—but there was something in his eyes, something almost teasing, like he was quietly pleased at how completely undone you looked.

He lifted his fingers and licked them clean slowly, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. His cock was leaking so bad, clearly desperate to feel how tight you are.

He rose from the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while keeping his eyes fixed on you. His hair was still a mess from your earlier tugging, his pupils dark and blown wide with desire, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he pushed his pants down his legs.

When he finally removed his boxers, your eyes widened as his cock hit his abdomen. It was thick, heavy, and impossibly hard, veins running along the shaft, curving slightly upward, the flushed tip glistening with precum.

He shamelessly rolled the foreskin back, stroking himself slowly… squeezing the base just enough to draw out more precum. A low groan left his throat as he kept his eyes on you, like the sight of your naked body alone was enough to push him over the edge.

The number of times he had fantasized about this—it was almost wrong.

When he placed a knee on the bed, your eyes widened again, that soft innocence still lingering in your gaze. Your legs instinctively closed slightly, your fingers clutching the sheets as if you didn’t know where to put yourself. Your entire body language gave you away—you were still inexperienced, still unsure, your reactions honest and unfiltered.

Everything about you made that clearer. The way you kissed him, the way you tried to touch him, the way you trembled when his tongue met yours—it all showed how new this still was for you. How your body was still learning what it wanted.

And it made him shake.

The way your small hands trembled. The way you whined like you were trying to fight your own reactions. The way you struggled to understand your own desire—it sent a possessive rush straight through him. The realization that he was the only one who had ever seen you like this… the only one allowed to touch you like this.

His expression softened as he slowly crawled closer to you. Instinctively, you shifted back, your spine pressing against the headboard as his presence suddenly felt overwhelming.

“You okay, baby?” he asked gently, his hands moving to your folded knees, easing them open with careful pressure instead of forcing them. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“You still want to continue?”

He was hard—thick and aching…but he still focused on you, wanting you to be comfortable, willing to do anything for his pretty girl.

You stared back at him. He was still wearing his glasses, his eyes heavy with lust, though he was clearly trying to soften his expression for you. You gulped harshly when his cock twitched on its own, even though he had stopped touching himself.

When you didn’t answer right away, he smiled gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand moved to fix your hair.

“It’s okay, baby. Do you want to rest?” his voice was low and raspy.

You wanted him so badly. In your quietest, most private daydreams, you sometimes wished you weren’t just best friends—that he was already yours in the way you secretly wanted. You were too in denial, too afraid to fully admit it, scared of what it meant and scared of losing him if you crossed that line. So you convinced yourself it was just confusion, just feelings being swayed by him.

But deep down, you knew. It had always been there—your childhood dream of being his princess, him your prince. The pink barbie to his blue dinosaur.

“No… I-I want to continue,” you said, immediately closing your eyes after, embarrassed by how unsure your own words sounded.

Jungkook stayed patient, despite the obvious tension in his body. Even with his cock still hard and throbbing, he waited for you, encouraging you to speak properly.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked softly, his weak eyes locked on yours.

You pouted slightly, reaching for his hand as he brushed your cheek.

“I want you, Koo… ever since we were little,” you admitted quietly, cheeks burning red.

His lips parted in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your confession. 

He stared at you for a long moment, as though he were carefully processing your words. Then, gently, he tilted your chin upward, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him. You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

“Is that true? My baby wants me?” he rasped, his heart pounding against his chest. The tips of his ears flushed a deep red as he searched your face for an answer.

You smiled shyly. “Want you, so bad.” you slowly reached for his hands, tugging them softly.

He let out a rough groan, immediately kissing you again, swallowing your gasps as he hovered over your body. He opened your legs wider, positioning himself between them as he slowly grinded his cock against your wet pussy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered against your skin, his kisses turning possessive as they trailed down your neck. You could feel him sucking and marking your skin, leaving bruises in his wake.

The head of his cock dragged slowly up and down your puffy slit, the sensation making your body shiver as arousal built again almost instantly.

“Been trying so hard to be good for my baby,” he murmured like it was something unbearable to hold in. His hand kneaded your breast firmly while his mouth latched onto the other, his brows furrowed in focus as his tongue rolled over your swollen nipple.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as the crown of his cock pressed harder against your wet folds. His hips moved in steady harsh circles, his pubic hair brushing against you with deliberate rhythm. Precum mixed with your arousal, coating your folds and leaving everything slick and messy.

“Every time you went on your little dates, I wanted to tie you down so bad,” he groaned, his tatted fingers sliding down to spread your legs wider.

He lifted his hips and stroked himself once before spitting into his palm and spreading the slickness along his length. Then he guided himself to your entrance, positioning himself carefully as he lined up against you.

“Fuck, baby.” he looked down, letting out a rough groan at the sight of how small and tight you were against him. The tip of him was thick and flushed red, spitting down again, even though he was already slick with precum, trying to make it easier for both of you.

“I just wanted to be so good for my baby… guide you, give you everything you want,” he hissed, watching himself slowly push into you, his blunt head sinking in inch by inch. Even then, his other hand instinctively moved up to fix his glasses…watching himself enter your tight hole.

You gasped at the stretch, your walls clenching tightly around him as he entered you. The pleasure quickly turned painful—too intense, too unfamiliar—your hands scrambling for the sheets as your body reacted to the intrusion.

“Koo… it hurts,” you sobbed softly.

He didn’t stop. Instead, he widened your legs further, eyes still locked on where you were connected. His lip caught between his teeth as he slowly pushed deeper, watching your body take him in like it fascinated him. There was something almost consuming in the way he looked at your pussy—like he couldn’t look away from the way you were swallowing him.

He spat again, coating what was still outside of him before pushing in further. His thumb moved to open you gently, rubbing slow circles to ease you through it.

“Shh, baby.” he murmured softly.

You gasped loudly when he bottomed out—completely balls deep inside you. His mushroom tip kissing your cervix... your pussy was so stretched, as he filled you fully. 

He cursed under his breath, the veins along his neck stood out as a deep flush spread across his cheeks and down his chest. His lips parted slightly, like he was finally relieved to be inside you.

“Baby…” he said weakly, barely able to move. You were too tight, and he could feel it affecting you too.

“You’re so tight, you feel so good,” he whispered weakly, arms braced on either side of you as he held himself still.

You could feel him throbbing inside you, struggling not to move. The way he looked at you—like he was caught between pain and pleasure—made your body tighten around him even more, causing him to twitch in response.

He kissed you again, harder this time, like he was trying to pull your focus away from the discomfort. His fingers moved down to rub your clit, and you whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as your body felt so sensitive, so fragile under his touch.

His kisses were messy and hungry, as though he were trying to pour all his frustrations from his hard cock into your mouth. When you shifted your hips slightly, he groaned sharply, biting down on your lower lip in response.

“Baby, stay still.” he breathed, holding your hips firmly in place.

“You can move, Koo… I want you to feel good,” you said weakly, trying to roll your hips against him despite the lingering ache. The pain was still there, but with the way he was kissing you and touching you, pleasure was slowly starting to return. 

He shook his head, tightening his grip on your hips as he kissed you again, trying to distract you—but you didn’t stop. You rolled your hips anyway, chasing the friction you needed, his cock brushing against you in a way that pulled a soft moan from your lips.

“Baby,” he warned.

You moved again, slower this time, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

The moment you let out another soft moan, something in him snapped. He let out a low growl and pinned your hips firmly against the bed, holding you still before suddenly pushing his throbbing cock harder inside you. Thrusting deeper and deeper until your body bounced against the mattress, his grip on your waist tightening enough to leave marks, his palms digging into your skin as your body trembled beneath him.

“Go on, you wanted to be fucked like this. right?” he taunted, his voice strained as he angled himself deeper, his tip hitting that sensitive spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.

He tried to circle your hips against him, watching as you arched your back in pleasure and pain.

“Move your hips, baby… fuck me back,” he grunted.

You attempted to follow, but his pace was too fast and overwhelming, your body already slipping into overstimulation. Your moans grew louder as your pussy clenched around him, chasing another peak without even realizing it.

“It feels so good.” you moaned, fingers tangling messily in his hair.

Jungkook groaned, biting lightly at your collarbones in pleasure. “Yeah? Do you like playing with me?” he asked, rolling his hips against you, making your body jolt as your previous cum spilled out with every push.

You shivered at the way he said it—goosebumps spreading across your skin. The phrase no longer sounded innocent like it used to.

“I’ve been wanting to play with you like this,” he rasped, pulling out slightly before adjusting your position with ease, as if your body weighed nothing in his hands.

“Wanted to make you cum like a good girl and give you my well-done kisses,” he murmured in a praising tone, carefully turning you until you were lying on your stomach.

You moaned loudly when he entered you from behind. You tried to arch your back, but his body stayed close—hovering over you, keeping you pinned firmly to the bed. His tattooed arm circled your neck, not choking, but holding you in place so your face wouldn’t press into the pillow. His lips brushed your cheek as his hot breath fanned across your skin, sending a tingling sensation through you.

Then suddenly, your eyes widened—you heard footsteps outside the corridor leading to your room.

You instinctively tried to move, panic flashing through you, but Jungkook pinned your body down, your protests muffled beneath his warm palm.

“Y/N, my dear. Are you awake?’’ your mom’s voice echoed behind the door.

You wiggled, trying to get out of his hold, wide eyes and panicking when you heard your mom twisting the locked doorknob. 

“K-Koo—mmph,” you muffled against his hand, trying to move, but he only pinned you down more firmly.

“What’s wrong, baby? Wanna stop?” he whispered lowly behind your ear, his cock twitching every time you shifted beneath him.

Jungkook slid his fingers into your mouth. “Is my baby a whore? hmm?” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he continued moving slowly, deliberately, every drag of him inside you controlled and unhurried.

You tried so hard to stay quiet, desperately sucking on his fingers to keep your moans contained. His other arm stayed wrapped around your neck, holding you just tight enough to make your head spin, your eyes already glassy and red-rimmed.

“Jungkook, dear?” your mom called from outside. Usually, she would scold both of you for staying up too late.

Jungkook didn’t stop. Instead, his lips grazed the shell of your ear, his thick veiny cock grinding and circling. 

“So tight,” he whispered, dangerously low, his pace slow enough that every movement made your walls feel him even deeper. His crown brushed that spongey spot inside you again and again, drawing out your arousal until you could feel it leaking onto the sheets beneath you.

You whimpered, but he only pushed his fingers further into your mouth, keeping you quiet while he continued moving at that slow, torturous rhythm. ‘’Quiet baby, can’t let her know I’m fucking her sweet little daughter, hmm?’’

Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around him as he groaned softly, his lips parting in pleasure. Every time he pushed in, your body seemed to pull him back in even harder—your warmth swallowing him completely.

You were shaking, saliva pooling messily on his fingers as you moved your legs weakly, trying to stop his movements because it was getting too much.

When you heard your mom sigh and finally walk away from the door, Jungkook slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, immediately tilting your head up so he could kiss you. 

“You’re so dirty,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and degrading. “Getting fucked in your childhood bedroom like a good little whore.”

You came so hard from his words, his dirty whispers sending you completely over the edge. Whimpering when he held you down to chase his own pleasure, your body hypersensitive and trembling uncontrollably.

Jungkook groaned, your orgasm making him twitch as he came hard inside you. He angled his hips deeper, pushing in as far as he could, his cock oversensitive but he didn’t stop thrusting, the sensation making him whimper as he bit his lip hard, pushing his softening cock deeper, his balls tightening as he spilled his hot load inside you.

“Koo…” you said weakly, wincing when you felt his cum being pushed deeper and deeper.

You were about to close your eyes when you felt him harden again, his cock throbbing inside your spent pussy. He suddenly pulled out and lifted your body up, your eyes widening when you saw him— red and hard again, his shaft coated with thick white juices from both of your arousal.

He pulled your hair gently, standing at the edge of the bed, urging you to come closer.

“Play with my cock,” he rasped, letting go of your hair to hold the base of himself, offering it to you.

You swallowed harshly, weakly wrapping your hand around him. His cock felt heavy in your palm, every vein noticeable against your skin.

“Like this?” you asked innocently, looking up at him while moving your hand up and down, rolling your palm over him in slow strokes.

Jungkook bit his lip, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. “Yes, baby. Give it a nice squeeze for me.” he praised softly.

You smiled, eager to please him, picking up your pace and squeezing his cock while keeping your eyes on his.

His lips parted slightly, jaw tightening at the sight of you. His cock throbbed in your hand, chasing another release, your hand soft and perfect around his girth.

“Suck the tip for me, baby,” he breathed.

You immediately obeyed, opening your mouth and taking just the tip in, sucking on it like it’s your favorite dessert. The moment he moaned, you tried to take more of him, your tongue sliding along the underside of his crown as saliva gathered at your lips.

He cursed under his breath, quickly gripping your hair and pulling you back slightly. “It’s okay, baby… just the tip,” he whispered, softer now when he noticed your teary eyes and flushed cheeks.

You shook your head lightly. “No, I wanna make you cum, Koo. Use my mouth, please,” you said in a small, sweet voice, pouting up at him.

He groaned lowly, the sound strained—like he was barely holding himself together. He swore he almost lost it from your pleading alone.

“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered.

You obeyed immediately, sticking out your tongue all the way out for him.

He crouched down slightly and spat onto your tongue, holding the base of his cock as he tapped his tip against it, spreading the saliva before guiding you back in.

‘’Put your hands behind my thighs, baby.” he groaned.

Your small hands gripped the back of his thighs for support while both of his hands steadied your head.

You gagged when he pushed in deeper, his grip tightening in your hair every time he pulled back. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth, drawing out a rough moan from him. Your mouth was spilling with precum and saliva, gargling sounds escaping as he controlled the pace.

His cock was so big and salty, his plump crown hitting the back of your throat. You twirled your tongue around his length, occasionally sucking the tip and spitting to make him wetter, tracing the veins with your tongue while your other hand moved to massage his balls.

“Fuck, baby. You're doing so good,” he groaned.

“U-Use me, please.” you cried, letting go of his cock to press it against your cheeks, breathing heavily before spitting on it and catching it with your tongue, licking your dripping saliva from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip, repeating the motion again and again while maintaining eye contact.

Jungkook groaned. You were acting like a perfect little slut for him. “Baby, you’re such a dirty little whore,” he said, pulling your hair until your lips parted from the pain. “Do you like sucking my cock?”

You nodded eagerly, trying to suck his tip again, fluttering your eyelashes as if to impress him.

“Like it so much,” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before guiding his hand so he could use you.

Jungkook cursed, his patience running thin at how desperate you were, his eyes rolling back as he saw your inner thighs already dripping with a fresh gush of arousal.

Tears slipped down your cheeks when he pulled your hair to guide your mouth, his cock pushing further until your nose brushed against the soft patch of his pubic hair. He kept you still, his grip firm, as you felt him use your mouth like a fleshlight, whimpering harshly when he looked down and saw how beautiful and needy you were for him. With a final swirl of your tongue, he finally spilled inside your mouth, his cock pulsating against your tongue as you made sure to swallow everything eagerly, like a good girl.

When he released you, you almost collapsed onto the bed—dizzy and breathless, your jaw aching from the strain, your cheeks still wet with tears.

He pulled you back up immediately, squishing your cheeks so your lips parted slightly. Leaning in, he kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your swollen mouth. He groaned as he tasted his own salty cum, swallowing it messily before deepening the kiss, licking into you until nothing was left.

“You okay, pretty?” he asked softly, fixing a strand of hair that had stuck to your cheek and tucking it behind your ear.

You nodded weakly, smiling at him despite everything, a little happy that you made him feel good. “Yes, Koo.”

As the sweet girl you always were, a part of you still lingered in uncertainty—quietly wondering if you really made him feel as good as he made you feel. 

You had no experience, nothing to compare it to. Although you tried to please him as best you could, you were still unsure, a little insecure, your thoughts circling back on themselves in soft, persistent doubt.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. He sat down on the bed and pulled you gently into his lap, concern flickering across his face as he noticed you avoiding his gaze.

“Baby?” he called softly.

He kissed your cheek, and although he was getting hard again, he pushed his own desire aside the moment he saw your sad little pout.

“Baby, was I too rough?” he asked softly.

Your cheeks burned as you fiddled with your fingers. “No, Koo… just—” you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed by your own thoughts.

“d-did I make you feel good too?” you asked, biting your lip as your gaze lifted to him—soft, searching, and a little shy—unable to hide how much you wanted to please him, how deeply you didn’t want to disappoint him.

He groaned lowly, his hold on you tightening as he gently rocked your body. “Of course, baby. You made me cum so hard,” he said, kissing your cheek again.

You pouted, a little relieved at that, your adorable eyes sparkling again.

“My poor clueless, baby.” he murmured, his kisses trailing down your neck as he inhaled your scent. “Your shy little kisses make me tremble, why are you even worried?” he whispered.

Slowly, he shifted you in front of him, lifting your legs and spreading them on either side of his thighs.

You gasped when you saw your reflection in the mirror across the room—your cheeks flushed, your skin marked in places from his kisses and grip, your legs spread open while he continued trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck.

“Look at yourself,” he murmured, holding your cheek so you faced the mirror properly, his dark eyes roaming over your reflection.

You tried to look away, shy and overwhelmed at how exposed you were, but he tightened his grip on your cheeks gently, his other tattooed hand sliding down to part your folds.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his gaze fixed on you, while you could feel his hard cock pressed against your lower back.

You shivered when he licked up your neck messily, his other hand toying with your nipple while he kept your pussy open, your juices slowly leaking from your tight hole.

“Make me cum again,” he whispered, pulling your hood up to expose your swollen clit, his middle finger circling it slowly. “Rub your clit for me.”

Your eyes widened, your small hand shakily reaching down, his dark eyes following your every movement—like a predator watching its prey.

Your breath hitched as you slowly began to rub yourself, his fingers still holding you open while his gaze stayed fixed on your pussy.

“That’s it… rub harder, baby.” he encouraged, pulling at your nipples while grinding his hard cock behind you. You could feel his precum smearing along your lower back as he moved.

You obeyed, rubbing harder, your legs trembling as another wave of pleasure began to build. The way his tattooed fingers kept you open felt so sinful—you could see how pink and swollen you were from how hard he had fucked you earlier.

“Can you feel my cock, baby?” he murmured, his tip brushing against your lower back as his hips pressed into you more insistently. His tongue traced the shell of your ear. “You make me feel so good, I could cum just watching you play with your little clit like that.”

You came hard, your body shaking and gasping as pleasure pulsed through you in overwhelming waves, your clit throbbing rapidly beneath your fingers while his hand kept you open, making sure he could see every twitch and tremble.

Jungkook groaned behind you, eyes widening as he felt himself cum on your lower back, releasing so much that he had to pull you closer, almost trapping you against him. He whispered curses against your ear, grinding through his release until it became too much, overstimulation hitting him hard.

“Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” he breathed, pulling you into a tighter hug.

You smiled weakly, still catching your breath. “I love you too, Koo.”

You turned to face him, reaching for his glasses. He looked at you dreamily, pouting the moment you slipped them off his face.

“Baby, no… I wanna see you,” he said weakly, reaching for you again.

But you only giggled, standing up with wobbly legs, tossing his glasses onto your small pink couch.

“Where’s my nerd?” you teased, circling your arms around him playfully.

He smiled, lips still slightly swollen and red, looking up at you with soft, dazed eyes—completely undone, but warm, and impossibly fond as he stayed right where you pulled him. His hands settled at your waist like it was the only place they were meant to be.

“Still here,” his voice low and lazy, like he had no intention of going anywhere at all as long as you were holding him like that.

Blueberry cheesecake. The kind of sweetness that hits first with a soft comfort, then lingers with a quiet edge of something deeper—something that stays on the tongue long after the last bite…and somehow, like the final piece snapping into place…

the lego hearts he’d been trying to build for years were now finally complete in your hands.

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