#7brownsuga7request

The city hummed softly beyond the apartment window, neon lights casting a warm glow against the walls. You leaned back against the couch, stretching your legs across Jungkook’s lap as the remainders of a half watched movie played quietly in the background. The night had started simple, takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, easy conversation flowing the way it always did when you were with him.

But there was something different in the air tonight. Something heavier.

Jungkook’s hand rested on your thigh, his fingers absentmindedly tracing small circles against your skin. It was innocent enough - or maybe you were just telling yourself that. Because the way his touch lingered a little too long, the way his eyes flickered to your lips every time you spoke, made it impossible to ignore the heat pooling low in your stomach.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice smooth and low as he tilted his head to study you.

You realised he did that a lot - study you. It made you nervous especially because you didn’t know what he was thinking.

You swallowed, willing yourself to play it cool despite the rapid rhythm of your heartbeat.

“Just… thinking.”

His lips curved into a small smile, one that sent a shiver down your spine. “About what?”

You hesitated, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. About how good you look right now. About how badly I want you. But you didn’t say any of that. Instead, you shrugged lightly, pretending like his thumb dragging along your inner thigh wasn’t making your thoughts spiral.

Jungkook chuckled softly, but there was something darker behind it - something knowing. He shifted beneath you, leaning closer until his face was mere inches from yours. “You sure that’s all?” His eyes slightly squinting daringly.

His breath was warm against your skin, and suddenly, the space between you felt unbearably small. The tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks - months, was finally threatening to spill over.

You could feel the wetness between your legs as your eyes shifted towards his ajar lips for a second, you bite your own absentmindedly.

“You’re doing it again,” he said, his voice softer now.

“Doing what?”

“Biting your lip like that.” His eyes dipped down, watching as you sucked it between your teeth. “You know it drives me crazy.”

Your pulse quickened at his words, and you felt your walls start to crumble. You should’ve been used to this - teasing, flirting, the constant push and pull - but tonight felt different. More intense. Like you were standing on the edge of something you couldn’t take back.

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” you asked quietly, surprising yourself with the boldness in your tone.

Jungkook’s hand tightened on your thigh, his dark eyes locking with yours. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Tell me.”

For a second, you hesitate, the way he was looking at you like he was barely holding himself together, was the thing that almost shattered the last of your restraint. Before you could say anything, he says, “should I tell you what I’ve been thinking about?”

He could tell you were hesitant to say whatever was on your mind. He had a feeling what it was - or more so hoped it was the same thing he’s been thinking about since he can remember.

You look at him surprised. “It’s something that constantly consumes my mind actually…” he continues, brown eyes never leaving yours.

He tries to hold back the slight chuckle that fights to escape his lips - seeing the way you perk up at this new discovery.

You’re so cute.

“I’m thinking about how much I want you,” he admits, the words tumbling out. He’s wanted to tell you this for the longest, he’s usually very bold with his words so the fact he’s managed to keep this on for so long has both surprised and killed him. “And how long I’ve been trying to pretend I don’t.”

Your breath hitched - just for a moment, but it was enough to make his stomach twist. Shit. Maybe you didn’t feel the same. Did he completely fuck this up?

When you make no move to speak, he slowly starts to sit back. Embarrassment creeping in. He didn’t think about the rejection part.

His moves come to a halt when your fingers grab his shoulders. “No no no, wait” you hurriedly speak. You were in such shock that you forgot to reply.

“I feel the same too. I just, I-“

And then, before you could say anything else, his hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the hem of your shorts.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips hovered over yours, “how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” He couldn’t help but to bask in this excitement of his, grinning like a mad man. But everything changes when your fingers move towards his hair, playing with the dark strands like you usually did - but this time it was different, more intimate.

“For someone that’s usually so bold - why is it taking you so long to kiss me?” You mumble not missing the way his eyes grow big with shock at your sudden words.

To be fair, all he needed was your permission and he was on you like wildfire. All the times he’s fantasised about this moment and now he is actually living in it, oh yeah he couldn’t be anymore eager.

The hard on in his pants proves just that.

His lips crash on to yours with so much eagerness that it almost startles you. Almost - because just like him you were eager too. The feel of his lips as they work against yours is enough to make you moan. He groans at the sound of it - hands roaming your body, savouring every touch.

Too desperate for his touch, you whisper, “Touch me”. Even though his hands had already explored almost every inch of your body, still you craved more, more attention where you ached the most.

It’s not that his lips on yours weren’t enough - because fuck, they were. But your other lips needed him too.

Your sudden boldness this evening takes him by surprise. Usually, he’s the blunt one.

But he knows exactly what you mean.

His eyes darken, the shock fading into something far more dangerous, something hungry. Without a word, his hand trails lower, fingers brushing the edge of your underwear, teasing, like he wants to make you beg for it.

“You want me here?” he asks, voice low and rough, his fingers barely grazing where you throb. The question is almost mocking - he already knows the answer.

You nod, biting your lip to hold back a whimper, but that isn’t enough for him.

“Say it again,” he demands, his mouth ghosting over your jaw, breath hot against your skin. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as heat coils low in your stomach. You’re already melting beneath his touch, but the way he’s holding back, like he wants you to break first - has you trembling.

“Touch me,” you repeat, voice softer this time, but no less desperate. “Please.”

A low groan escapes him as if your plea snaps whatever restraint he was holding on to. His fingers slip beneath the thin fabric, and the moment he touches you - really touches you, you let out a gasp, your body arching into his hand.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he starts to give you exactly what you asked for.

His fingers move slowly at first, sliding through your wetness with an agonising patience that makes your whole body tense. He’s teasing you - taking his time like he wants to see just how much you can handle.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, almost to himself, like he’s in awe. His lips find your neck, dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin while his fingers circle that aching spot, just barely giving you what you need.

It’s not enough. Not even close.

A frustrated whimper escapes you, your hips shifting instinctively, chasing more friction. He chuckles softly against your neck, clearly enjoying how desperate you are beneath him.

“Impatient?” he teases, but his voice is rough, strained, like holding back is starting to get to him too.

“Yes,” you breathe, no longer caring how needy you sound. “I want more.”

His breath stutters for a moment, all the control he’s had shifting immediately. Without warning, his fingers press deeper, sliding inside you in one smooth, perfect motion. The stretch has you gasping, your body arching into him as he curls his fingers just right.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, watching your face closely, like he wants to memorise every reaction.

You nod quickly, words slipping from your lips in a broken moan. “Yes please, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. If anything, your begging only fuels him. His pace quickens, fingers working you open while his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that have your thighs trembling.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Falling apart for me. So pretty when you’re like this.”

The heat building inside you tightens, overwhelming and electric, and you know you’re close, so close it’s almost unbearable. He can tell, too. The way your body clenches around his fingers only makes him work you harder, chasing your release like it’s the only thing that matters.

“Come for me,” he whispers, his mouth brushing against yours. “I want to feel it.”

And with one last stroke - deep and perfect - you do. The pleasure crashes over you in an overwhelming wave, your whole body trembling as his name falls from your lips, breathless and broken.

He doesn’t stop until he’s released every last drop of pleasure from you, watching you fall apart with a look that’s nothing short of possessive. Your body finally relaxes beneath him, a shaking mess. H leans down to kiss you - slow and deep, like he’s already planning to do it all over again.

Your pulse is still racing, body trembling as you try to catch your breath, but he isn’t finished with you. Not even close.

Before you can fully come down, his lips trail lower, leaving a path of soft, lingering kisses down your body. Every touch feels electric, like he’s determined to keep you on edge, to push you even further.

“You can take more, can’t you?” voice low and smooth, but there’s an edge to it - a challenge.

Your body is already oversensitive, but the hunger in his eyes makes your stomach twist with excitement. You nod, barely able to form words, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

He moves between your thighs without hesitation, spreading you open as if you belong to him. And when his mouth finally meets you -warm and demanding, you let out a broken moan, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Fuck Jungkook” The words fall from your lips as he licks a slow, deliberate stripe over your most sensitive spot, his tongue working you with the same devastating precision as his fingers.

He hums against you, pleased by your reaction, and the sound of his name leaving your lips. He never thought he’d hear you call his name in this intimate situation - he’s dreamed it, fantasised but to actually hear it, so desperate and fucked out has him relishing in it. The vibration sends another pulse of pleasure through you. Your hips twitch, but his hands hold you down firmly, like he doesn’t plan on letting you escape.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs between kisses, his breath warm against your skin. “I could do this all night.”

He gives kisses to your inner thighs before going right back in.

The intensity is almost too much, and yet you don’t want him to stop. Every flick of his tongue, every soft suck, pulls you closer to that sharp edge again - you’re helpless against the rush building inside you.

Your hands tighten in his hair as your body starts to shake again, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, the way you’re falling apart beneath him only makes him work you harder.

“You’re gonna come for me again,” he says, voice rough and commanding. “I want to feel you lose control.”

His words alone send another wave of heat crashing through you, and when he sucks your clit between his lips, it’s too much. Your body tenses, pleasure ripping through you with the upmost amount of force, and you cry out his name as you come undone all over again.

He doesn’t pull away - not for a while even as you’re there trembling, body completely worn out. Only then does he lift his head, his lips glossy, eyes dark and full of heat as he takes in the sight of you - wrecked and breathless beneath him.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he repeats, crawling back up your body to capture your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

More? You think to yourself , unsure if your body can take any more.

His kiss is rough, deep and claiming - like he’s determined to remind you exactly who’s making you fall apart like this. You’re still breathless, body sensitive and trembling beneath him, but the way he presses against you - hard and heavy, makes it clear he isn’t anywhere near finished.

The weight of his body against yours is intoxicating, but it’s his hardened cock between his legs that steals your breath. It’s thick and heavy, pressing against your thigh through the thin fabric still separating you.

You want him. All of him. And judging by the way his fingers curl possessively around your hips, he wants you just as badly.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice soft but full of need. “I want to feel you.”

Your words make something snap inside him. In one smooth motion, he sits back on his heels, dragging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. The sight of him, his toned chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, only makes the ache between your thighs grow stronger.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his gaze never leaving yours as his hands move to his waistband. He takes his time, teasing you with the slow drag of his zipper before finally pushing his jeans down.

When he frees himself, your breath catches. He’s thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip - evidence of just how much he wants you. And the way he strokes himself lazily, eyes locked on you like you’re his favorite thing to ruin, makes your whole body burn.

“You want this?” he asks, voice low and dark, like he needs to hear you say it.

“Yes,” you breathe, spreading your thighs wider in invitation. “I need you.”

“I don’t…” His voice is rough, strained. “I don’t have a condom.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. But instead of worry, all you feel is a deeper ache, the need for him overwhelming any rational thought.

“I want to feel you,” you admit softly, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “All of you.”

His breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he just looks at you like you’ve completely undone him. “You sure?”

“I’m sure”

His expression shifts as something darker, more possessive flashes in his eyes. “Fuck, baby… You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”

He moves back over you, one hand bracing beside your head while the other guides himself to your entrance. The blunt tip of him presses against your sweet pussy, and your whole body tenses with anticipation.

“Look at me,” he softly demands, and when your eyes meet his, he pushes in. Slow and deep, he’s stretching you inch by inch until he’s buried fully inside of you.

The stretch burns perfectly, leaving you breathless, and a broken moan escapes you as he sinks all the way in. He pauses, his body shaking against yours as he feels the heat of your bare walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw before whispering, “You feel so good like this - so warm, so wet. And the way you squeeze me.” His voice drifts off as if in a trance.

His hips roll slowly, deliberately, making sure you feel every inch of him stretching you open. “I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that,” he groans.

A sharp gasp falls from your lips at the fullness, and he groans low in his throat, his head dropping to the curve of your neck. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight around me.”

He gives you a moment to adjust, his breath heavy and ragged against your skin, but the way your walls clench around him makes it impossible for him to stay still for long.

Each roll of his hips brushes against that perfect spot inside you, and soon, your nails are digging into his back, silently begging him for more.

The slick, wet sound of him moving inside you fills the room.

“You like that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “The way I stretch you open - filling you so deep?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer.

His rhythm quickens. His thrusts harder and more deliberate, the sound of skin against skin sounding through the room making it all the more hot and intimate. His grip on your hips tightens as he drives into you, chasing both your pleasure with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

“Touch yourself,” he orders suddenly, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”

The demand sends a fresh wave of heat through you, and with trembling fingers, you reach between your bodies to find that aching spot. The combined sensation of his deep, forceful thrusts and the pressure against your clit pushes you closer, so close you can barely hold on.

“Good girl,” he praises, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. “You’re doing so well, taking me so perfectly.”

His words, his touch - everything about him has you spiraling toward the edge. Your body tightens around him, and he groans at the sensation, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.

Your nails dig into his shoulders. The pressure inside you coils tighter and tighter.

“You’re close” he growls, and it’s not a question, it’s a promise.

“Come for me. Let me feel you.”

“Please,” you whimper, the pressure creeping up fast.

“I’m so close.”

His thrusts grow rougher, his breath coming in ragged pants as he chases your release with relentless precision.

“Come for me, baby,” he urges, his voice cracking with how desperate he is to feel you come around him.

“Show me how much you love being stretched, being fucked raw.”

The combination of his cock hitting that devastating spot inside you and his filthy words pushes you over the edge. Your body reacts instantly, your back arching, legs trembling as the pleasure explodes through you. And then it happens. The release hits so hard and fast, you don’t even have time to hold back.

A cry falls from your lips as you squirt around him, soaking his cock and thighs in a hot, messy rush. Your whole body shakes with the force of it, and the feeling of you squirting for him drives him insane.

He wasn’t expecting that - and by the looks of your startled face, you didn’t either.

“Fuck! that’s it, baby,” he groans, his rhythm stuttering as your tight, wet heat pulls him deeper. “God, you’re perfect. So messy for me, so fucking good.” A strangled moan escapes him as he feels you drench him again, and his whole body shudders. He swears he’s in love.

He slows down, letting you ride out your orgasm while his hands stroke over your trembling thighs. But his cock is still hard - still twitching inside you, and his hunger is nowhere near satisfied.

He’s obsessed with the way you fall apart, the way your body gives itself to him completely.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, his voice strained as he watches you in all your glory, his fingers working you through the oversensitivity as you couldn’t continue to do it after your orgasm. “So fucking beautiful when you come like that for me.”

His hips falter, and a broken sound escapes his throat as he loses himself entirely, thrusting deep one last time as he spills inside you. The warmth of it, the raw intimacy, only adds to the dizzying high as your body clings to his, milking every last drop.

For a while, the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, synced together.

When he finally finds his voice again, it’s softer but still a hint of desperation behind it.

“I don’t want to let you go,” he confesses, pressing a few soft kisses along your shoulder. “I want to keep you like this, full of me, until you can’t take anymore.”

He’s still buried inside you, thick, hard, and twitching with need, even after spilling himself deep. But there’s no sign of him slowing down. If anything, feeling you squirt around him, soaking his cock, has only made him more obsessed.

His weight warm and comforting as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You okay?”

You nod, a lazy smile curling on your lips as you meet his gaze. “More than okay.”

His expression softens, and he leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, like he’s savoring every second. And as he holds you close, it’s clear neither of you is quite ready to let go.

His lips trace your jaw, then your neck, teeth scraping just enough to make you shiver. Even after everything, he’s still hard inside you, and the way his hips roll, slow and deliberate, makes it clear he isn’t nearly finished.

His hands trail possessively over your hips, squeezing like he’s memorizing every inch of your body. When he pulls back slightly and pushes in again, deeper than before, a broken moan escapes your lips. The stretch still makes you gasp, like your body was made to take him.

“I can’t stop,” he whispers, voice rough and needy as his lips drag across your shoulder.

“I don’t want to stop, I need you again.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you clench around him instinctively, making him groan, like he’s barely holding himself together.

“You feel so good”

The thought drives him wild, knowing his release is still deep inside you, mixing with your wetness.

His hips twitch, pushing deeper, and he lets out a ragged breath when your walls pulse around him.

“I love you like this,” he confesses, no trace of shame in his voice.

“Messy, mine. I don’t want to pull out. I want to stay inside you forever.”

He knows he sounds pathetic, but that’s exactly how you make him. He was even pathetic before he knew what you felt like, and now that he’s got a taste, he’s long gone.

The intensity of his words makes your head spin, and the raw need in his voice only ignites the fire between your legs. You’re still sensitive and aching from how hard he already made you come - multiple times, but his desperation is infectious.

“You can have me”

In one swift motion, he pulls out, only to flip you onto your stomach, dragging your hips up until you’re on your knees. His hand presses against your lower back, holding you in place, while the other strokes over your thigh in a possessive and firm action.

“You look so perfect like this,” he breathes, dragging the tip of his cock along your slick folds, teasing you until you’re trembling with need. “Like you’re made for me.”

Without warning, he thrusts back inside you deep, pulling another strained moan from your lips. The angle has him hitting deeper, rougher, and the utter force of it leaves you gasping.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he sets a brutal rhythm. Every thrust is deliberate, claiming, like he wants to leave his mark on every inch of you.

And god, you want it too.

“You feel me, don’t you?” he mutters, leaning forward until his chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “Deep inside, stretching you open.”

“Yes,” you gasp, your fingers curling into the leather fabric of the sofa as your body melts under his relentless pace. “I feel you everywhere.”

He chuckles low and dark, clearly satisfied by how wrecked you already are. But it’s not enough - no, not for him. His hand slides around your body, fingers finding your clit with devastating precision, and the combination of his touch and the way he’s filling you sends sparks shooting through your veins.

“Let me hear you,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. “I want to know how good I make you feel.”

You can’t hold back, not with the way he’s fucking you. Your moans spill freely, desperate, and it only seems to egg him on. His thrusts grow harder, faster, until the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room again.

A sharp curse falls from his lips. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, like he needs to remind himself that you’re his.

“You drive me fucking crazy,”

“I can’t get enough, I’ll never get enough.”

“I want to feel you fall apart for me again,” he begs, voice breaking as his hips snap against yours.

“Please, please, baby, let me feel you.”

The raw need in his voice, the way he’s clinging to you like he’s afraid to let go, it’s too much. Your body tightens around him, the pressure building fast and intense, making you tremble beneath him.

“I’m close, fuck, I’m so close,” you gasp, as your legs begin to shake.

“Come for me,” he pleads, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own release hovers just out of reach. “I need it, I need to feel you.”

“Fuck, baby”

His words shoot straight through you, making your walls flutter around his cock. He feels it immediately, and a low, satisfied chuckle escapes him as he thrusts deeper, making sure you feel every inch.

“You love it, don’t you? Being stretched out by me, so full you can barely handle it.”

You nod, breathless and trembling beneath him.

“Yeah?” he breathes, one hand slipping down to your stomach, pressing gently against the bulge he’s making inside you. “Right here, baby? Can you feel how deep I am?”

The pressure makes your head fall back with a choked moan, your whole body burning from the inside out.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, his voice dripping with pride and possession. “Letting me fuck you raw, letting me fill you up.”

His neediness takes over, and he can’t seem to get close enough, his chest close against your back as he grinds deeper.

“I’m gonna ruin you,” he promises, voice shaking with how much he wants it. “Keep you full, keep you messy, until you can’t think of anything but me.”

His words unravel you, and he knows it. His thumb circles your clit again, too sensitive and too good all at once, and you can’t stop your body from trembling as another wave of pleasure continues to build. A low, satisfied groan escapes him, and his pace grows almost punishing, every thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you, dragging you higher and higher. Your legs tremble more, the pleasure building too quickly, too intensely.

“You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?” he teases.

His fingers speed up, and the coil inside you snaps violently. The orgasm tears through you like a lightning strike, and suddenly, you’re cumming around him again, clenching around him.

“Fuck” he groans. With one final, deep thrust, he buries himself, his body trembling as he spills inside you, marking you, claiming you in every way.

For a moment, neither of you moves, your bodies tangled together. Finally he speaks again, his voice is softer, but no less intense.

“I meant it,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”

And from the way his body is still pressed against yours, you know he plans to prove it.

• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard

• Always in touch when the other is away.

• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter

• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night

• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.

• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc

Jin:

• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.

• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.

• Goes on live wearing your merch

• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.

• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)

• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%

Yoongi:

• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano

• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with

• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans

• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.

• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen

Hobi:

• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.

• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.

• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do

• Cameos in each others MVs

• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.

• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails

• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao

Jimin:

• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.

• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off

• Duet video covers that you beg him to do

• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together

• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.

• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks

• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph

Taehyung:

• Cameos in each others projects/MVs

• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy

LFMAO.

• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer

• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)

• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.

• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.

• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship

• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked

Jungkook:

• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game

• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.

• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down

• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane

• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)

• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond

• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.

• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them

Although he doesn’t show it he is absolutely loving this. Seeing you close with Holly makes him feel warm

He will basically make no effort to try and get Holly to come to him. He will fake act like he’s trying hard but really it’s just an excuse to stay longer

He honestly would feel so touched to see Holly feel so comfortable around you.

You’re officially on pet duty now. Be prepared” he would smirk.

Taehyung:

“No that’s fine, I’ll just wait here”

Will sulk

Will definitely put on a playful pout and cross his arms pretending to be hurt

“You’re choosing them over me after a few days huh?”he’ll playfully say to yeontan.

He definitely loves how you and yeontan are bonding.

Will use this opportunity to drop by often, calling it a ‘play date’

He loves that this is a new excuse to get close to you

I can see him like begging for yeontans attention on the floor. Faking that his heart is crushed

As he leaves he’ll probably say “you broke my heart today, but I’ll forgive you. I now have a good reason to come back now” with a smirk

Jungkook:

Will openly tell you he’s jealous

He still finds it cute though and will watch you both from a distance with a smile on his face.

Takes pictures while grinning and giggling like a maniac

His reactions will be so over the top like when he opens the door opening his arms for a hug and he gets no reaction he’ll probably dramatically freeze and blink rapidly, faking an aching heart.

“Okay let’s not get too comfortable guys, remember I’m still here”

He’ll tease you with questions like “what did you do to them?”

He’ll probably just sit on the floor watching in disbelief. Making his loud sighs known

Of course on the inside he’s loving it

This will probably make him more drawn to you

He’s had his eye on you for a while now. You were one of the students that stood out. You done well in school, you got along with everyone. You maintained to uphold such a good image. He was intrigued by you. The student that kept to herself, but still got all the attention. The innocent student... Well that’s what you had everyone believe, the confident girl who got along with everyone and stuck to her studies, who didn’t really say much unless spoken to. But he knew who you were. He knew what you wanted, what you needed, what you was missing. He saw it in your eyes. You were hungry for attention. Not the attention you usually get, praises and hidden jealousy from other students. You wanted the attention that he knew he could give you. The type of attention that makes your skin feel hot to touch, breathing increase, mind fog as the pleasure overtakes your body so much that your toes curl. You needed to be touched.

So when he sees you crying in the library after school hours, is when he knows just what to say to make you feel at ease. To make you lean into his touch, to make you let him take away your worries and stress with the smoothness of his words and the gentle touch of his fingers as they caress your bare thigh. Your skirt haven risen to the perfect length to expose the goosebumps on your skin as he continues to stroke the surface.

You wipe your eyes, muttering how stupid you’re being and that you should go home. But his words allure you like a siren in the ocean attracting its prey. It lures you to stay put, to let him keep you company, to let him take care of you. He wouldn’t be a good principal if he let his students go home in a state, even though he hopes he leaves you in another type of state when he’s finished with you. The type of state that has your cheeks flushed with colour, your skin glowing, your lips swollen and your mind racing.

You’re in a vulnerable state, he knows that. Your tears are full proof, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he passed the opportunity of getting closer to you. All his efforts over these years and months to get to know you, to have you feel comfortable around him, would be for nothing. So he allows his fingers to run up the rest of your thigh, under your skirt and to the hem of your underwear.

A smirk makes its way to his face when you make no move to stop him. No sudden reaction, no attempt to curse him out. No, not at all. Instead you shift in your seat so he has better access to your clothed pussy. You look at him, with your wet eyelashes fluttering, and he can see the desire behind your eyes. The want that he knows you’ve been craving.

His cock twitches just at the thought that you want this too. He wonders if the times you would come to his office or you would ask to talk to him about this and that were just little ways for you to get closer to him too, just as he’s been doing with you.

You hold your breath when you feel his fingers brush against you, adding pressure as he rubs them up and down your clothed pussy.

You continue to watch him, his eyes low as they study your face. Half of his face contoured by the shadows caused by the dim lighting of the library.

He captures your lips with his own, an action that has your hands gripping his shoulders. His tweed grey suit rough beneath your fingers, despite his touch on you that is soft and reassuring.

His fingers slip past the fabric and brush against your folds, his mouth twitches in what you assume to be a smile when he feels how wet you are. He’d love to take his time with you, to feel every inch of your body. To savour every moment. But just the feel of your wet folds has his imagination going crazy, he needs to feel more.

You deepen the kiss, eager to feel more. You’ve always known that you’ve craved another’s touch, but knowing you’re receiving it from Taehyung who isn’t old, but he’s older than you does something to your insides. Not to forget that he’s the principal of your school. This whole situation has your pussy soaking. This isn’t like you at all, if someone was to walk in right now you’d be screwed, but you can’t help but to pull him in closer and moan when he stands you up without breaking the kiss.

You feel the coldness of the table on the back of your thighs as he places you on top of the flat wooden surface. Your books and bag discarded around you, proof of your failure to do what you was here to do, study.

His hardened clothed cock rests in between your legs as you both continue to kiss, his large hands fondle with your breasts, slowly working their way to your waist, to your hips. You clench around nothing as he pushes his hip up against you. His buldge growing larger by the second. You look at him expectantly when he breaks the kiss and watches you with dark, lowered eyes. Your own eyes have dried up, your tears a ghost memory to the night that has unfolded.

“Spread your legs open for me” his tone dark, totally different from his kisses and touches. You comply, feeling nervous about what’s to come.

“That’s a good girl”. His hands work on his belt, eventually pulling himself out. Your legs mindlessly close as you see the size of him. The thickness, the length, the vein. It all seems to much, from his cock to the reality of your situation, so you close your eyes.

You feel him rub his cock up and down your wet folds before he enters you, stretching you out completely. He takes his time working in you. Taking the time to feel how tight your walls are around him, how warm and wet you are for him. He doesn’t need to enter you fully to know that he won’t be able to fit all of him inside you, just the realisation has his cock throbbing inside of you.

You cry out, unable to take all of him, even though he hasn’t entered you fully yet. Still, you close your legs as his thrusts quicken in pace, your juices helping the process.

“Keep them open” his tone is demanding, another reminder that he is your principal, and this is real and wrong.

You try to steady your breathing but it’s too much. The tears in your eyes reappear and you’re fighting to keep from crying out in both pleasure and discomfort. He notices this and caresses your cheek with his hand while the other one rubs your clit.

“Shh, I know I know. You’re doing so good” he watches half of his dick enter you, your juices leaving a ring around his cock.

The feel of his fingers on your clit help ease the discomfort you was feeling. Your thighs still fight to close every now and then, his stern gaze reminding you to keep them open. But it’s hard for you, when he fills you up so much, stretching you out. You feel him brush against your walls, his vein prominent with each thrust.

“Just like that. Good job” his voice warm and encouraging.

“Please, please it’s too much” your hands fly to his pelvis to restrict his movements but he only holds them away.

“Shhh. I know, I know”

Your skirt is bunched up around your waist, the sight alone has him fighting the urge to turn you around and fuck you from behind. Your skirt fighting to cover your ass with each harsh jolt in your body. But he doesn’t, he reminds himself to take it easy on you, you’re not experienced, and certainly not used to his size. He doesn’t want to push you further than you can go.

In this given moment, he’s not worried about people coming in and finding you two. He’s not worried about the fact that you’re his student. All that’s on his mind is the feel of your tight walls that are wrapped around him. Your juices sounding throughout the room as his cock works its way in and out of you. The way his cock glistens from your slick and cream. He doesn’t care about anything because seeing you a whimpering mess in front of him is enough to have his mind free from any worries at all.

But still, a part of him wants to make sure you both won’t be seen or heard, especially with you being so vocal. So he puts his thumb in your mouth to drown out your cries.

You being the good girl that you are comply and look him in the eyes as you suck on it. The moisture of your mouth coats his thumb, making him fantasise about how your lips would feel around his cock. Struggling to breathe as he thrusts inside of your mouth , hand holding your head so you can’t escape, so you can take all of him.

But he doesn’t. He tells himself he’s lucky he’s managed to finally fuck you. The student that he’s had his eye on for a while now. So instead, he focuses on the moisture that comes from your pussy. Loud as it squelches every time his tip hits your spot.

He would have taken you in his office if he knew how loud you would be. Not just your pussy, but he should have figured you’d be vocal.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this” he coos as you continue to suck on his thumb. It not really making any difference as he can still hear your pleads and whimpers.

You lay there as he uses you. Babbling about god knows what. It doesn’t matter to him, seeing you under him with that soft frown on your face as he is positioned between your legs is enough.

“You’re going to have to be quiet before someone hears you. You don’t want people finding out about this do you sweetheart?” You shake your head. This would ruin you, just like he’s ruining you now in this very moment.

Still you can’t help but to mewl out. You try hard to be silent but it’s hard. Especially when he’s using you like this, using your pussy to his full advantage.

It won’t do, you’re too vocal. He loves the way you moan for him and plead for him. He does, fuck he does. He will replay this in his mind for days on end. But like he said, both of you are at stake here.

So he stops his movements as he begins to undo his tie around his neck.

The pause in his movements allows you to fully adjust to his length as it’s positioned inside of you. He fills you up completely, totally stretching you out. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, vein prominent. His tip brushes against your cervix, and when you look down you still see an amount of him isn’t even in you at all.

He feels so good but this is all so wrong. You let your needs get the better of you. This wasn’t like you at all. Fucking the principal? That’s a type of taboo you never thought you’d take part in. The fear inside you creeps up and forces the tears out of your eyes again.

“Shh, don’t cry” he strokes your cheek before he places his tie in your mouth to stop the sobbing and whimpering.

You was a good girl, but you didn’t listen. He couldn’t blame you for crying out though. You were so full of him. The feel of him barely managing to fit inside of you is full proof.

His thumb brushes your clit watching as your juices coat your folds and cover his cock. The sounds that fight to leave your mouth come out as a muffle.

Eyebrows furrowed and tears falling out of your eyes. He almost can’t believe he’s got you here under him taking him like the good girl that you are.

“You’re such a good student” he coos as his thrusts continue. Your thighs fight to close but his hands force them open.

“Keep them open, that’s it well done” you can feel your orgasm approach. Knot in your stomach forming and pussy clenching around his cock as he continues his thrusts. Your hands fly out to stop his movements again, hands resting on his pelvis. Your head is shaking no and your cries are muffled by his tie.

“You’re doing so good. You’re always so good. In your classes, and now for me” his hand combs through his hair as you clench around him again and again, causing his loves to be restricted.

“You’re so tight sweetheart” his hand holds his cock to help the movements. Your juices creating the perfect coating for his cock.

“You got this. Good job” he watches as you cum undone around his cock. You’re a mess, your eyes are tightly shut, legs fighting to shut around him, and pussy throbbing. You’ve never felt like this before. You’ve got chills running down your body, you shudder uncontrollably as you feel overwhelmed with the feeling that’s consumed you.

“Look at you taking me like a good girl” he feels his orgasm approaching too, soon very soon. He doesn’t want it to end just yet but having you clenching around him and seeing you look so tired and fucked out underneath him is enough to make him want to release his load inside your mouth.

He’s never seen you like this. You’re usually so well presented. But seeing you like this, knowing that he’s gotten you, his student to be like this has his cock twitching and him muttering out curses. He pulls himself out and pulls you up, quickly taking the saliva soaked tie out of your mouth. You breathe heavily as he tells you to open up. You comply, watching him through your wet lashes as he shoves himself inside your tired mouth.

“Just like that” he comments as he watches your plump lips wrap around him. Your cheeks hollow as you suck him. He lets his head fall back as he lets you do your thing. Tongue swirling over his sensitive tip. Tasting the cum spill out of it.

His groans fill the room, hands placed at the back of your head as he face fucks his way through his orgasm.

You choke on his cock, only some of him inside of you. You mainly paying attention to his tip as you suck him dry. Your hands come up to repeatedly tap his toned stomach, as you struggle to breathe.

“Fuck. What a good girl. You’re so good. Well done we-“ he gulps. “Well done.”

I feel like he won’t push it. Like he’ll respect your reasonings and let it be that. He’d rather be hurt than push you past what you’re comfortable with

He’d rather remain close to you, he doesn’t want to lose you as a whole so he’ll be content on staying friends, as long as you’re around. He values your friendship and connection more than anything

He’ll definitely admire you from a distance and will probably lose himself thinking about what could have been

I can definitely see him putting his emotions into his music. Leaving hints in his lyrics about how he feels as he knows he shouldn’t voice them out loud

Jin:

When you told Jin, he initially laughed it off, masking his disappointment with humour. He’d agree with you and make jokes about it but deep down he’ll obviously be hurt.

Still confesses to you anyways lmfao

Like he’s gonna be upfront and listen to what you’re saying, but still confess because he doesn’t see the point in not

Still despite this he’ll still respect your thoughts and won’t openly ask for anything more.

He would still drop playful comments and hints and flirt but he knows there won’t be anything further and he’ll be okay with that. If you put that boundary in place he’ll definitely respect that, but you know how playful Jin is.

He’s just happy that he can still be friends with you, regardless of his feelings and your thoughts on dating a celebrity

Yoongi:

Yoongi didn’t show any emotion when you told him. He kept his emotions hidden and feelings close to his chest. Allowing you to speak freely about how you felt.

He understands your reasonings and will openly tell you it is hard being a celebrity, let alone date one.

He’s still hurt that the possibility of you two being together is less likely to happen now.

He definitely respects your perspective as he understands the pressures that come with his lifestyle

To be honest, he’s just happy that you’re being real with him, he appreciates that more than anything

But I feel like he would distance himself (knowingly or unknowingly idk) and focus more on his music for sure, expressing himself through that

He’s not gonna ghost you though Lfmao, just give him some time to process it.

Hobi:

When you told Hobi about your views, he couldn’t help but to force the smile on his face. It faltering now and then, but he made sure that his face didn’t express how he truly felt in that moment.

You know how Hobi is. He’s gonna be hurt but he’ll definitely try to stay positive about it all.

He’ll definitely make light of the situation and make jokes, you know how he is

Despite how he feels about you, he’ll still want to continue the friendship how it was going before, cherishing your friendship more than anything. He’ll quietly deal with his feelings separately.

He’ll definitely get over it though, like once he knows you’re not going to be interested, he’ll eventually get over it and the whole romantic feelings he had towards you, even if they may linger a bit deep down inside.

Note: I can also see him in the dance studio dancing to release the stress and his emotions idk

Jimin:

A mix of emotions ran through Jimin, even though he tried his best not to show it.

He’s gonna feel disappointed, sad, and will definitely doubt himself.

He understands how you feel and therefore respects your feelings.

I can see him withdrawing from being around you as he processes everything.

He’ll try not to avoid you, but knowing the things he now knows will be hard for him to see you.

Don’t worry though, he’ll be back because he truly can’t stay away from you and will prioritise your friendship above anything else

Taehyung:

He can’t help the pain in his chest, the sudden drop of reality settling in as he hears the words he fears escape your lips.

He’s able to mask his emotions quite well, not giving you the chance to sense his disappointment

To be truthful, he can empathise with your view. He respects your honesty so much that he can’t really be upset about it.

He will probably make light of the situation

Still, he will reflect on this conversation in his own way, privately so he can bask in his emotions

Probably resulting in him working through his emotions through art or music. I can see him even writing/journaling.

I can see him talking about this with his friends, seeking advice

Your bond will still be cherished despite his feelings, and he will work hard to be a better friend.

Jungkook:

He can’t ignore the sharp ache of disappointment as he listens to your words.

He will definitely beat himself up over this as he has spent his time fantasising about you and what you could have been, now he feels guilty, ashamed and embarrassed.

He will become quiet as he tries to process your words, trying his best to hide his emotions

Despite his feelings, he understands and respects your honesty about the challenges you worry about.

I can see him still try to subtly prove himself and that he could protect you from the pressure of his lifestyle. ( he won’t push your boundaries though) if you’re feelings are still clear and firm then he would accept it.

It will take him time to get over his emotions as he usually wears his heart on his sleeve.

Jin:

Boo hoo. He will straight up tell you to get over it. With love of course

Is happy about the news (minus you feeling sad of course)

Will bitch about your crush and their partner in order to hopefully make you feel happy.

More affectionate though. Like he will hug, cuddle kiss your cheek more (as a friend of course but with his feelings into consideration)

Yoongi:

Is disappointed that you’re so upset by this, but understands and tries to comfort you

He’s kind of irritated because he hates this situation. You being upset over your crush while he’s crushing over you. But he uses this as an opportunity to get closer to you and comfort you.

Literally becomes your little shadow. He hates seeing you like this so he’s always checking up on you and offering to spend time together to distract you.

Will give you a whole big inspirational speech about how there’s people out there that love you and care about you etc (he’s definitely talking about himself but he’ll let you figure that out)

Hobi:

Literally won’t leave your side until you feel better

Even though he thought he’d be happy by the news, seeing you upset makes him feel sick

He’s taking you out for sure. Partying it away is his answer, and a great time to get closer to you whilst seeing you have fun and enjoy yourself

Jimin:

Very upset that you’re upset

Literally hates your crush more now, but tries to console and comfort you despite his irritation

Cuddles and late movie nights to make you feel better

Idk I kind of feel like he’ll be kind of pissed at you for being so upset. Like ‘why are you crying over them while IM right here’ lfmao

Takeaway nights plus movie nights and sleepovers.

Taehyung:

Will ‘jokingly’ offer to pretend date to make your crush jealous

Will assure you that they’re not on your level and that you deserve better

He will bluntly tell you to get over it though. He’ll give you your time but after a while of you still giving attention to the issue he will tell you and try to help you get over it.

Is more mad than you lmfao. Only because your crush upset you. He hates them more now for the fact that they upset you

Karaoke nights where you both sing your heart out to love songs.

Jungkook:

Fake acts like he’s mad about the situation. In reality he’s happy as fuck, despite you being sad. Despite this he still feels upset that you’re upset, he hates seeing you so down. But he can’t help but to see this as a great situation for him lol

Will propose to fake date as a joke (he’s so serious though)

“What can I do to make it better?”

Will start to propose fun activities just for the two of you

Late night hangouts + car rides talking about life and how you feel.