#7deadlysinsfics

Maybe he’s just fucking exhausted.

“Jungkook?” He hears you chuckle, and he shakes his head, trying to rid his mind of sexual thoughts about his best friend.

“Huh?” Big, lost doe eyes look to you, and you laugh because you know how distracted he can get sometimes.

“I asked what drink you want. Water, juice, beer? You spaced out for a while there. You sure you’re okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Just a little tired. Not beer, though; I need something a little stronger after the day I had,” you nod and smile, knowing exactly what he might need. Your sister had brought over a bottle of Tequila last week for girl’s night at your home but never got to drink it. You both fell asleep after four beers and two shots of Haku vodka.

“Hm, I guess you haven’t told your dad what you actually want to do, huh?” You prepare six shots of Tequila and some chips and salsa to bring over to the living room. Jungkook looks up at you with a serious expression, knowing where you’re going with the question. But he’s surprised when you don’t push as you’ve done in the past. He’s grateful to you for always supporting him in his art career, in which his father doesn’t see a future for him.

“Bring the bottle,” he says when you go back into the kitchen to grab the napkins you forgot.

After a couple of shots and a whole devoured box of pizza later, you both sit laughing at the TV. A dating reality show came on while you talked about getting your entire group of friends together next week to plan a mini-vacation to Jeju Island. The contestant, a woman, talks about how none of her boyfriends ever made her cum. She usually had to finish herself off right after; other times, she faked it.

“Wait, you guys really do that? Fake orgasms?” Jungkook has an incredulous look on his face which makes you laugh. “I’m serious. Have you ever faked an orgasm?”

“Of course I have!” You snort a laugh. “I bet some of the girls you’ve been with have faked it too. Men rarely know what to do with a pussy.”

“Shut up, you’re drunk,” Jungkook laughs. “And it’s not true for me. I’ve made every girl I’ve been with cum. Bet I can show you a thing or two.” He lifts his chin at you, almost daring you to contradict him.

It’s kind of endearing the way he slurs his words a little, the cute lisp that appears when his satoori comes out. You decide to play with him, see what he’ll say. You enjoyed watching him get embarrassed, and he always played right into it too.

“Oh really? Do you think you can make me cum more than once? Do you even know how to go down on a girl, Googie?”

Shivers run down your spine at the way his eyes darken at your teasing words. He then smirks at you, tongue peeking out to play with his lip ring. Was it the Tequila, or was your best friend turning you on? Never one to back down, Jungkook decides to take on your dare.

“Baby, I’ll have you coming on my fingers, my tongue, and on my fat cock. By the time I’m done with you, I’ll have you speaking in tongues,” he bites his lip as he moves closer to you, his words making your walls clench. Your friend chuckles when he notices the way your thighs rub against each other and at the way your eyes fall on his crotch.

You can’t deny how fucking hot he is, with his dark eyes, dark hair, and tattoos that you always thought were so cool. What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s your best friend. You can’t think about him in that way! But it’s too late, isn’t it? Jungkook’s completely taken over your mind, and you can’t stop thinking about the things he could do to you. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips. The smell of Tequila makes you want to find out how it tastes on his tongue.

You stare into his eyes as your face moves closer to his, your tongue slipping out to lick at his bottom lip. The hand he’d placed on your thigh tightens at the touch. Other than that, he keeps still, his eyes roaming every inch of your pretty face, anticipating your next move. Why hadn’t he ever kissed you before? He lied to himself earlier. He had thought of you this way before a couple of years ago when he realized he liked you, maybe even romantically loved you, but the timing was always off. So, he put it out of his mind because he’d rather have you in his life as his best friend than have nothing at all with you.

Fuck, he’s never seen you aroused before, but the visual of you coming must be a work of art, and he couldn’t wait to experience it.

“You talk too much,” you whisper against his lips. “Come, eat me. Show me what that mouth can do.”

You didn’t think it could be possible, but his gaze darkens even more. Goosebumps appear everywhere on your skin when a sound that resembles a growl leaves his chest.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, princess.” The pet name alone does things to you, and you yelp when he picks you up to lay you across the large couch, but he stumbles a bit, and he falls on top of you, forehead bumping into yours. “Fuck,” Jungkook looks at you, alarmed, hand rubbing at his head, and you can’t stop laughing.

“I guess you’re a little drunker than me, bestie,” your body wracks with laughter, but Jungkook shuts you up with a heated kiss, his arm snaking under your body to pull you onto his lap. You match his kiss with equal fervor as your arms fall tightly around his neck, chests glued to each other. You feel drunk on his kisses, and you don’t think the Tequila has anything to do with it.

Actually, you’re quite positive about it.

His groans as you grind on his cock make you weak. You never imagined him sounding so fucking good. You had no idea he’d be so vocal, and it’s so damn sexy. There’s nothing sexier to you than a man who isn’t afraid of not holding back from the pleasure you give them.

Jungkook grips your ass when you suck on his tongue and then let go to bite down on his lip, earning you a loud hiss and a slap to your ass cheek, “Bad girl,” the low tone in his voice, laced in arousal, makes it sound deeper than usual. You don’t remember ever being this wet over someone’s voice before.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you teasingly murmur against his soft lips. His tattooed hand, slowly sliding inside your shorts, stops moving.

Your breath hitches when you realize something, “You’ve never been called daddy, have you? Too much?”

His answer comes in the form of plunging two fingers inside of you without warning, fast strokes taking your breath away. It’s true, no one’s ever called him that, but Jungkook was sure it wouldn’t have had the same effect if it were anyone else.

You cry out when Jungkook quickly finds your sweet spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his pace quickens. His eyes are stuck on your face, watching every expression as he continues to make your walls clench around his fingers. You want to slap the smug grin that appears on his face when he feels your cunt flutter with the signs of an impending orgasm, but who are you kidding? You can’t think straight right now. You can’t even form coherent words.

Damn him for being so good.

You look down and notice the way the veins on his forearms pop with every flick of his wrist, and that does it for you. You cum very quickly and hard, body spasming and your head falling on his shoulder. The pressure pushes his fingers out, but he chases your cunt and plunges them back inside, wrist rubbing against your sensitive clit as he continues to ride out your orgasm. It’s when you whine out of sensitivity that Jungkook stops.

“Fuck, Jungkook. That was…”

“I’m not done with you, princess,” he says, slipping his hand out of your shorts, cum dripping down his fingers. You about lose your mind when he sucks them one by one and hums at your taste. Your best friend was going to be the death of you. Who knew?

“Open up,” Jungkook drags down your bottom lip with his thumb, and you open your mouth for him, “Good girl, now, suck.” You moan at the mixture of his taste and yours on your tongue, eyes fluttering shut. You bite your lip when you feel his cock twitch underneath you.

He surprises you when he suddenly lifts you as he stands and wraps you around him, “What—”

“Bedroom princess. I need you to cum on my tongue now.”

Jungkook pins you against the bedroom door, his hands lift your shirt off your body, and then stops to admire your tits. You almost feel shy under his gaze, but it quickly becomes an afterthought when his large hands cup them, and his thumbs begin to circle your erect nipples. “You’re a fucking dream, YN,” he says before taking a nipple into his mouth to suck as his other palm kneads at your breast.

Your head falls back against the door with a wanton moan when he bites on your nipple and then does the same to the other one. Your cunt clenches, the need to be filled by him so desperate you grip his clothed cock. Jungkook groans into your breasts, bucking his hips into your palm as he leaves marks all over your chest.

“Ah, Jungkook, please. Need you now,” you beg, alternating between unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Fuck, okay. Lie on the bed, princess. Take everything off for me, yeah?” You stumble a little as you walk over to your bed. Hearing Jungkook laugh under his breath, you turn and pout at him as you plop on the bed. “You’re cute when you pout. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.”

You’re lifting your bottom half to slide your shorts and panties off when you address him, “There are many things you haven’t told me. Like how horny you’ve been for me this whole time,” you tease.

“As if you haven’t been as horny for me for the longest, huh?” Touché, you think. Of course, he’s not wrong, but you don’t answer him. You can’t because your brain is literally malfunctioning at the sight of the man before you, slowly slipping his shirt off his jacked-up body. Jungkook was fucking beautiful everywhere. He tugs down his dress pants along with his black boxer briefs, and your eyes widen like saucers at how huge his dick is.

“J—Jungkook, you’re going to destroy my pussy with that,” and he dares to laugh—full body laughs at your concern. You’re not complaining, just worried a little. But your body has other plans as it reacts to every slow step he takes towards you while he pumps his length a few times.

Are you drooling? Maybe. Definitely. Fuck, you started this.

“With this thing? Nah. You were made for me, YN. You’ll see how perfectly you’ll fit around me,” God, his filthy words sent shivers down your spine.

The anticipation of what he might have in mind for you has you on edge. This is the most fun you ever had with someone sexually, and he just so happened to be your childhood friend. The first time he made you cum was mind-blowing. It’s like he already knew your body and how to work it.

Jungkook crawls over to you, his face inches from you when he nuzzles his nose against yours as a way to tell you to lie back for him. His eyes shine, and a smug grin appears when he notices the dark love bites around your breasts growing darker. That’s also a new feeling for him—the sudden sense of possessiveness over you. He already feels like you’re his.

He kisses his way down your body, leaving a few more marks on your skin. Your eyes are on him, not wanting to miss anything. You quickly learn that you love watching him. He bites the inside of your thighs, licking over it to soothe the pain, but you like it. The pain is pleasurable for you, and Jungkook notices this by how your breath hitches every time.

You were perfect for him.

Jungkook slides his hands under your ass and lifts you, gripping tightly into your cheeks to keep you still. Your body arches upward at the first swipe of his tongue on your pussy, your legs automatically spreading more for him. He starts with slow and gentle movements, tongue working your folds and then moving up to suck on your clit. Your breathy whines make him weak, and he wants to listen to more of them. He’s patient, taking his time eating you out as his eyes settle on yours, loving how pretty your eyes look while you’re aroused, delicious mouth falling open with every moan he coaxes out of you.

“Jungkook, f—feels so good. You cry out when his tongue penetrates your hole and starts fucking into it. “Oh my God!”

Your body jerks violently, ass slipping from his hands. Your body’s so sensitive from the first orgasm. You try to close your legs, but Jungkook doesn’t let you. He looks up at you, eyes dark and expression serious when his hand slaps at your clit three times in quick successions. “Be a good girl, princess. Daddy’s eating here.”

Yup, you created a fucking monster, and you were going to die coming like you’ve never cum in your life. You were okay with that.

Your hands grip the sheets as a way to keep you anchored. One hand wraps around your thigh to keep you in place as he continues to fuck you with his tongue while the other applies pressure to your swollen clit, triggering a second orgasm that has you screaming and your pussy gushing all over his mouth and nose. Jungkook pulls away, staring at your sex and then at you in complete awe. Meanwhile, you’re shocked because you’ve never squirted before, and you know he can tell by the shock on your face.

“Shit,” you hiss when he spits on your mound to watch as it slides down your lips to mix with your cum and then dives in again like a man starved.

“Taste so good, princess. Can’t get enough.”

“Jungkook, please. Want your cock,” you whine, hands finding purchase in his dark locks.

“Okay. Alright, baby. Turn around for me. Ass up, face down,” he’s on his knees, large cock bouncing as he helps you move after wiping your essence off his face with the back of his tattooed hand. You don’t miss the way he licks at it before he places his hands on your ass to position himself.

Taking his cock in his hand, Jungkook rubs the darkened tip along your wetness, pushing in and stopping when he hears you gasp. “Does it hurt?” He asks, concern lacing his words.

“No. It just feels so fucking good,” you sigh.

“It’s just the tip, baby.”

“Fuck me, Jungkook. Please.”

When he finally pushes in, your breath gets caught in your throat. Jungkook waits a couple of minutes to let you adjust, and then he starts pistoning into you, balls slapping against your sensitive clit. You’re not going to last; it’s just too fucking good.

“Close already, princess?” He asks through clenched teeth; his thrusts are unrelenting. All you can do is nod in answer. “Me too. I’ve been holding off for so long. Fuck, look at how well you take my cock.” You lift your head and look to the side where your vanity is. You can see your bottom halves in the small, round mirror. Jungkook is beautiful and strong as he fucks you. The muscles in his arms bulge as he grips your hips tight, abs rippling under his sweaty skin as he pounds into you.

“Jungkook, I—I’m gonna cum. Shit, I–” You don’t get to finish your sentence as another orgasm rips through your body. You’re a moaning mess underneath Jungkook, but he’s not quiet either as your walls clamp on his cock. You feel so full it’s overwhelming.

He slides a hand up your spine until it reaches your shoulder and pulls you up and against his chest. You feel his panting breath on your neck; his arm circles your waist to keep you close. “Look at me. I want to look at you while I fill you up. Would you like that?” You moan when his cock hits your spot. He takes that as a yes and fucks you until he’s coming deep inside you, groans of your name echoing throughout your bedroom.

Jungkook’s arm is wrapped around the front of your chest as he kisses you languidly, loving the plumpness of your lips. He pulls out of you with one last groan, wishing he could stay inside you a little longer.

It’s a while after when the quietness in the room gets to you. You’re both still naked, bodies sweaty but lying in bed facing each other, just a few inches away. It isn’t awkward, but a lot of things are suddenly different.

“What does this mean for us now,” you nervously wait for his answer, afraid that he might not feel the same way.

“What do you want it to mean?” The ball’s in your court. He’ll do whatever you want, and he’ll have to be ready for whatever that is. But you surprise him with your answer.

“Everything. I want it to mean everything,” Jungkook’s doe eyes get rounder with the way he looks at you, gaze so soft and sweet.

“I want that too.” He scoots closer to you and drapes his arm over your waist. “I want this every day. I’ve had enough of wondering what it would be like to be with you, and now I know. Why waste our time when we could be fucking and falling in love with each other? Either way, you’ll still be my best friend because I don’t ever plan on losing you.”

When did he become so good with words that made your heart want to burst? “I don’t plan on losing you either.”

“Okay, good, because I really don’t want to stop fucking you,” he says it so seriously that you burst out laughing.

“Oof, a man after my own heart. So romantic,” you giggle.

“You love it.”

“Hmm.” You really fucking do.

“Jungkook, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. You’re miserable,” Namjoon slides away what is Jungkook’s eighth beer for the night, worry for his best friend etched on his face from the moment he arrived at the bar to pick him up.

It’s been over three months since Jungkook last saw you — the day you met at your old apartment to drop off the divorce papers – which he still hasn’t signed. Every time he’s about to sign them, he freezes and then stores the documents back into his nightstand drawer.

Jungkook has never felt so lost in his life, so utterly devastated.

Namjoon softly pats his friend’s back, “You miss her. If you would just tell her—”

“Stop,” Jungkook looks over at Namjoon for the first time since he arrived, eyes glazed over from intoxication but still blazing with anger, “You don’t know anything.”

Namjoon frowns but tries to keep his temper in check. He understands Jungkook is suffering, but he doesn’t want to keep watching how his friend — his brother — slowly destroys himself.

“YN was blinded by pain, so I can’t fault her for not noticing, but I know you still loved her when you asked for that divorce. I don’t fully know why you made that decision, but I can guess. I think you made a huge mistake by not telling her the truth, and I know you know that too.”

Jungkook doesn’t want to hear it. He can barely think clearly, and his head is pounding. The bar is nearly empty now, save for them two and four others playing pool at the back, but the soft music and the muttering are enough to make Jungkook’s head feel like it’s about to explode.

Namjoon isn’t helping much, either.

Namjoon startles at Jungkook’s sudden move to stand. He wobbles but quickly steadies himself as he reaches into his pocket for his car keys. Jungkook drops them on the shiny mahogany bar table top for Namjoon to grab, “I’m ready to go.”

The drive to Taehyung’s house — where Jungkook has been staying — is quiet and awkward until Namjoon speaks, “Taehyung told me YN is staying with Nestor at his house.”

Jungkook’s hands tighten into fists on his lap, eyebrows narrowed but gaze glued to the highway in front of him. “How would he know?”

“Amra,” Namjoon answers.

Of course. How could Jungkook forget that your best friend and Taehyung had started dating only a few months ago? He didn’t get it. They used to hate each other back in college. They couldn’t even think of each other being in the same room when you all used to hang out. To be honest, Jungkook didn’t blame Amra at all for disliking Taehyung. His best friend was an asshole back then and didn’t care about much unless it involved a good time and a great lay.

Although Taehyung’s never been in a serious relationship until Amra, throughout the years, Jungkook has witnessed how much his friend has changed for the better and how much happier he’s been since Amra.

Jungkook guesses it’s true what they say, that there’s a thin line between love and hate. And with that thought, Jungkook wonders if you’ve begun to hate him yet.

Jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. Another night where he dreams of the day he let you go. He dreams of your eyes the most, of how they lost their light when Jungkook told you he didn’t love you anymore, of the pain he put in them.

He wakes up breathless every time, clutching his bare chest. Most nights, he finds himself reaching for you, finding only cold emptiness. Those nights he breaks down when he can’t reach out and feel your warmth against his skin or hear your giggles because you thought it was the most endearing part of him — that he couldn’t sleep without his arms around you.

Jungkook eyes the clock by his bed reading 4:43 a.m. and sighs as he untangles himself from the sheets to head into the kitchen for a glass of water. He finds Taehyung eating a bowl of cereal.

“Hey, can’t sleep?”

“Just thirsty,” Jungkook says, avoiding eye contact by grabbing a glass out of the drying rack.

Once he’s done filling it with water, Taehyung says, “You look like shit. Hyung told me he picked you up from the bar. Again.”

Jungkook slams the glass on the table — not hard enough to break, but hard enough that the loud sound makes Taehyung startle in his seat. “You two gossiping about me like old ladies now?”

Taehyung bristles at his tone but keeps calm otherwise. The last thing Taehyung needs is a repeat of their first year in college when they beat each other’s asses over a misunderstanding. Their tempers could be equally explosive.

Letting out a breath, Taehyung stands and walks over to the sink to wash the plate and spoon. “It’s not gossip. We’re just worried about you. You haven’t reached out to YN, have you?”

“Why would I reach out to her? We’re divorced. Nothing is connecting us anymore. I know I’ve been a pain in the ass for a while, and I’m sorry, but you and Namjoon need to back off a little. I’ll be fine.”

“Will you, though?” Taehyung questions, annoyed at Jungkook’s denial. “Because I don’t think you will be fine. Not until you get back with YN or finally sign those damn wrinkled divorce papers stuffed in your drawer. You can fool anyone else into believing you’ve signed them, but I’ve seen you hesitate to do it so many times. Why haven’t you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise, but then he scowls at his friend, “Mind your business.”

“You still love her.”

“And what the fuck does it matter, huh?” Jungkook raises his voice.

“It matters because she still loves you too, and if you do nothing about that, you’ll really lose her, Jungkook. In all my life, I’ve never seen two people love each other the way you two do. I never believed you when you told me you left her because you didn’t love her anymore and she couldn’t give you a baby. Not once did I believe that bullshit. You’re not a cold-hearted asshole, Jungkook. You’d never leave her for something like that, so why? What got so bad that you left?”

Jungkook can’t take it and breaks down in sobs. Taehyung quickly embraces him, patting his back until his sobs subside enough, and guides him to the kitchen table to pull out a chair for him.

Taehyung pulls a chair out for himself and watches as Jungkook wipes his tears. “I never asked before because I wanted to give you time and space in hopes you’d confide in me as you’ve done in the past.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispers. His throat feels dry, and his chest feels tight with emotions he’s been trying to ignore for so long. “It was making her sick. Physically and mentally.”

Taehyung scoots his chair closer, “What was?”

“The fertility treatments.” Jungkook feels a tiny weight finally lift off his shoulders. Although Namjoon had an idea of what was going on, Jungkook never told anyone the truth about your infertility issues and the miscarriage you suffered a year ago. You didn’t want anyone to know, so he kept it to himself until tonight.

For years you both tried for a baby without any luck. You broke down once at an appointment when your doctor said you’ll likely never carry a baby. You went through many fertility doctors until one gave you the hope you were searching for, and that’s when you began your first IVF round after several health tests. Jungkook wishes he could return to that day three years ago and beg you not to do it.

Feeling like he has nothing else to lose, Jungkook recounts everything while Taehyung quietly listens as he describes how sick you became from the treatments.

Jungkook goes silent as he remembers getting home with you with a bag full of your first round of IVF. The bag was full of boxes containing the shots for each day. You were both so nervous as you prepared the medication when he nearly fell out of his seat in shock at how long the needle was. You laughed, quickly explaining that the longer needle was not to inject with but to mix the medication. Jungkook still thought the “smaller needle” was huge, though.

“I can’t lie to you and say I wasn’t scared, hyung. But to see her face crumble after I helped her inject that medication and then hear her sob broke me. The last time I was that afraid was when she’d lost the baby.”

What you’d said to him that day was still so present in his mind; Jungkook thinks he’ll never forget it. It still haunts him.

“I didn’t want to get pregnant this way,” you sobbed into your hands. “I don’t want to do this. I’m so scared.”

Jungkook tried to stay strong for you, but he broke down at the sight of your tears and quivering pout, “I know, aegiya. I’m so sorry. I’m here. I promise I’ll be right here with you.”

Your husband pulled you onto his lap, and you quickly melted into his touch, crying against his chest. He held you for a long time, just as he held you the day you both got back from the hospital after losing your baby. But Jungkook thought It’d be different this time. You were both supposed to feel so happy, but instead, he felt like he was mourning something that hadn’t yet happened – something Jungkook felt in his gut he would lose permanently.

“Damn it, Jungkookie. I had no fucking idea how bad things were. I’m so sorry for being such a shit friend,” Taehyung’s voice is deeper and full of emotion, and when Jungkook glances up at him, he notices unshed tears.

“Hyung, don’t say that. I don’t think that at all. YN and I didn’t want anyone to know, that’s all.”

Taehyung nods, still obviously upset at himself, “From now on, I’ll be more aware. I want you to confide in me, please.”

“Okay. Promise,” Jungkook slides forward in his seat and wraps his friend in a tight hug. “Thank you for listening.”

Taehyung huffs a slight chuckle and claps Jungkook’s back, “Always. But you should talk to YN. Even if you both decide not to go back to each other, you should still tell her. She deserves to know all of it.”

“You’re right; I’ll do it today.”

Taehyung rises from his seat, pulling Jungkook up with him, “Great! It’s still very early, so you’ll do it later after sleeping some more. You look like shit, and we don’t want YN seeing you like that.”

“Are you sure you feel well enough to watch over Lilliana for us?” Your brother’s worried look makes you smile. Your niece’s giggles fill the living room as she tries to reach for your hair. She’s been attached to your hip since her mother left for work in the morning. Your brother is on his way out to pick up his wife and take her to dinner and a movie.

“I feel great. Please, stop worrying and go. You’ll be late meeting Gina. Lilliana and I will play and watch a movie, and if something important comes up, I promise to call you immediately.”

The first trimester was horrible. You couldn’t keep anything down, and your brother and sister-in-law were constantly worried. But now, fully into your second trimester, the worst symptoms have subsided. It also helps that you’re on maternity leave from your teaching job, so you’ve gotten enough rest.

Your brother’s gaze drops to your belly, and he reaches out his hand to place on the small bump hiding under your oversized light green sweater. “I never liked the guy, but he deserves to know, kid. And you’d been pretty sick until recently, so yeah, I worry.”

He doesn’t have to mention Jungkook’s name for your chest to hurt, just as it does whenever you still think of him — it feels like tiny shards of glass in your heart, and the crushing sense of sadness that comes and goes like waves makes you miserable.

You know you have to tell him soon. Perhaps you’ll call him tonight and see if he wants to meet somewhere to talk. You’re already showing when you wear tighter clothing. You didn’t tell Jungkook about the pregnancy the day you last saw him because you weren’t thinking straight. Pain and sadness overtook you and left you confused because you still couldn’t believe you were finally pregnant after so many years of trying and failing. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you were also angry with him.

When exactly did he stop loving you?

Jungkook wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and attempts to calm his nerves while his heart plays ping pong games inside his chest. “Come on. You’re already here,” he whispers to himself. “Ring the damn doorbell.” He stares at the heavy wooden door for a beat longer before finally pressing the button.

The sounds of footsteps inside the house make Jungkook more nervous the closer they get. He can hear a baby’s giggles. The door swings open, and there you are, looking so beautiful while holding your niece on your hip, breathless and eyes wide with surprise.

You feel your heart slow a fraction of a beat at the sight of Jungkook.

It’s been months since you last saw each other, and your body’s first response to seeing him is wanting to run into his arms and take in his scent. For just one second, you question your sanity and wonder if Jungkook is truly in front of you.

And then the words that crumbled your entire world come back to you, “I think I’m not in love with you anymore.”

His brown eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open, and his lips a little chapped. His dark hair is much longer, and his body is a bit slimmer. You notice how his favorite shirt fits looser around his chest.

You can’t stop staring at him. It’s as if your earlier conversation with your brother summoned Jungkook, but now that he’s here, you feel like you aren’t ready to tell him anything.

So, you do what you do best — raise your chin and act like you’re fine. At least for a little while.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

Jungkook tilts his head, and his hand immediately rubs the back of his neck — something he’s always done when nervous or feeling shy.

That’s all it takes for your heart to melt. Fuck, you thought you could be strong a little longer.

“I’m sorry for coming over unannounced. I found out from Taehyung you were staying here.”

“Damn it, Amra,” you whisper. You love your best friend — you truly do — but sometimes you wish she’d keep some things to herself.

Your niece lets out an adorable gasp and babbles about something. You’re thankful for the brief distraction and decide to humor her when she points to the grass. Instantly you know why she’s suddenly so excited. Jungkook follows your line of sight and smiles when he sees the small cluster of dandelions. He walks over and gently grabs a couple — careful not to let them blow away before he can show them to your niece.

You used to make wishes on them, and Jungkook assumes you’ve continued that with her by the joyful look on the baby’s face.

“She likes blowing on them?” Jungkook offers them to Lilliana, but she gets shy and hides her face in the crook of your neck. He chuckles, endeared by her and you both.

“She hasn’t learned to yet, but she likes it when I do it,” you take the dandelions from Jungkook, and when you show them to her, the baby lifts her head with interest. “Look, Lilli!” The delicate fluffy seeds instantly fly away in the wind when you blow them, making Lilliana giggle hysterically.

You forgot how something so simple could make someone laugh so hard. You haven’t laughed like that in a very long time, and you miss it.

As he watches the seeds float away, Jungkook smiles. He didn’t get to blow on a dandelion, but he still wishes that all the pain and confusion from the previous months could float away with the wind too.

You switch your niece onto your other hip and invite Jungkook inside your brother’s home.

You don’t hear Jungkook’s footsteps, and when you look over your shoulder, he’s still standing at the entrance with an unreadable expression on his handsome face.

“Why are you just standing ther—”

“Is Nestor here?” Jungkook interrupts. He notices your lips curling up a little, trying to suppress a laugh, and he scowls at you.

“My brother is the only person you’re scared of,” you grin and place Lilliana inside the pack-and-play in the living room. She whines until you hand her the bottle of milk you fixed for her before the doorbell rang earlier.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and walks in, shuts the door, and slides off his shoes next to it. “I’ve never been scared of your brother. I just know you’ll hate me forever if I were to knock him out one day.”

Your head tilts back in laughter, “When are you two getting over what happened in college? It’s been yearssince the whole Tessa situation. I know — Nestor knows you had no idea that girl was with him at the time. I don’t get why my brother still holds such a big grudge about it.”

“You really don’t know?”

“What do you mean?” You both move into the kitchen while you prepare some tea and offer Jungkook some, which he gratefully accepts.

“Nestor’s grudge isn’t about Tessa and me. He believes I started talking to you to get back at him. He thought I was using you. I’m sure he realized after a while that I was serious about you, and then he just thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

Your brother has never told you any of this before. It wouldn’t have made a difference if he had because you were so in love with Jungkook. You’ve always been beyond stubborn — sure of yourself and the things you wanted. Nestor knew this well, and you assumed that to be why he decided against saying anything to you.

“In the end, your brother was right. I wasn’t good enough for you,” Jungkook says.

You want to tell him that he’s wrong. All the years you spent together were the happiest you’d ever been; that Jungkook couldn’t have been more right for you, even with all the heartache that would come after. But you stare at your mug, quietly swirling what’s left of your tea until you hear Lilliana whimpering. She usually gets fussy right after a bottle letting you know it’s time for a nap.

“Um, give me a minute to put her down for her nap.”

Jungkook watches as you pick up the baby — at how she clings to you. His chest tightens when he pictures you with the baby you both lost and never got to hold. He wonders if that pain will ever subside.

You return after ten minutes to find Jungkook pacing in the living room.

He startles when he hears your voice, “Would you like more tea?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” he answers and then beckons you over.

You take a seat next to him on the couch. Your hands are suddenly trembling, so to hide it, you pin them under your thighs. Jungkook bites his bottom lip nervously as you wait for him to talk. Although he never told you why he’s here, you assume it’s to talk about your divorce. Worse yet, you believe he’s about to tell you he’s moved on with someone else, and you think your heart can’t handle that news right now.

“I didn’t call before coming here because I was afraid I’d lose my nerve if I heard your voice over the phone. You might hate me for what I’m about to tell you, but you deserve the truth, and if you don’t ever want to see me again, I’ll understand.”

“Look, Jungkook. You shouldn’t have come. If you’re here to tell me about the person you left me for, I don’t want to hear it. Believe me; I got the hint when you said you didn’t love me anymore and then asked for a divorce,” you snap.

He winces, “That’s not — I’m not with anyone, YN. Never have been.”

You want to believe him, but then why—

“Deep down, you must know why I did what I did. I’m sorry I lied about not loving you anymore — 'cause it was. It was the biggest lie, and I regret it every single day. I should’ve just been honest with you and avoided all of this extra pain we didn’t need in our lives. But I was drowning, love. I was drowning so fast I didn’t know how to come up for air.”

“Jungkook,” you whisper because you can barely get your words out. Your throat feels tight with emotion, tears streaming down your face just like his.

“You got so sick during your first IVF round — vomiting multiple times a day and hardly eating because you were always nauseous. You’d lost so much weight, and your depression got worse. I couldn’t focus at work and was worried sick about you all day. You stopped going out and didn’t want to see anyone. You stopped talking to me; sometimes, you’d just stare at the wall and not move for hours. You weren’t you anymore, and I didn’t know how to help you,” a sob escapes Jungkook.

“Why lie to me?” Your voice wavers. “Why not just tell me everything you were feeling from the beginning? You said you didn’t love me and you wanted a divorce.”

Jungkook takes a breath, “Be honest with me. Would you have stopped the IVF treatments if I had asked?”

“I—” your face falls into your hands, sobs wracking your body. The truth is you don’t think you would’ve. He knew it then, and he knows it with certainty now.

God, what had you done? How could you have been so selfish and unaware of the pain he was in?

You feel Jungkook move closer and his hand gently rubbing your back. It breaks his heart when you look up at him. He can see the regret and the guilt in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I neglected you because I was too sad to see your sadness. I’m sorry for ruining everything and for not noticing your pain.” He cups your face and wipes your tears with his thumbs, “I’m not telling you this because I want to make you feel guilty. I just need you to understand why I had to leave. I know it was wrong, and I’m really sorry too.”

“Nobody else knew what was happening because I didn’t want them to, and you respected that. In the end, it only made you feel lonely because you had no one to talk to. I—”

“Stop apologizing, aegiya. We both made mistakes. We’ll learn from them and try to move on.”

Your hands rest around his wrists, softly griping them while he cups your face. You pray he won’t let go and are disappointed when he suddenly does.

“I have something else to tell you,” your eyes widen at his words, nervous about what he might say next. “We’re not divorced.”

You open and close your mouth, but no words come out.

Jungkook places his hand on your knee, concern filling his eyes. “Hey, did you hear what I said?”

“B—but I signed the papers.”

“Yes, but I didn’t. I tried, but I couldn’t. Every time I went to sign them, I felt sick to my stomach. I love you, aegiya. I never stopped loving you.” Jungkook sighs and rubs his face, “Everything is so messed up.”

You’re quiet, mindlessly fussing with the hem of your sweater. It’s your turn to tell him what you’ve been hiding, and you’re dreading his reaction. You already feel like you’ve fucked up a lot, and this just makes it worse.

“Um, I have to tell you something too.”

Jungkook notices the way you instantly tense up, your eyes avoiding him. He caresses your cheek and then lifts your chin to make you look at him. “Whatever it is you have to say, I’ll listen.”

You nod, and he smiles, giving you time to compose yourself.

“Okay. I guess I should just show you,” you say.

“Hm? Show me wh—”

You don’t give Jungkook time to finish his question when you stand up and lift your sweater over your small rounded belly. He’s frozen in place and speechless.

You’re trying to gauge his reaction before continuing to explain, but then he’s on his knees and gently places his hands on your stomach, eyes filled with so much emotion and confusion.

Taking his hands, you pull him back onto the couch.

“How far along are you?” he asks, finally glancing up at your face.

“Twenty-three weeks,” you answer. You watch as he takes in this information, giving him time to process.

He then asks when you found out you were pregnant. “The day before I found out I was pregnant, I had taken four home pregnancy tests. They were all negative, but something felt different. Yes, the IVF treatments made me very sick, but as I said, the symptoms felt different, so I made an appointment with my doctor. It turned out I was eight weeks along. I wished you were there to witness it, but I didn’t want to get your hopes up. I was so happy, Jungkook,” your voice cracks at his name, and you shake your head.

“Go on. Tell me everything,” Jungkook says as he wipes a tear from your cheek.

He intently listens as you recount the details from that day. You tell him how you rushed home to give him the news and show him the photos from the ultrasound, but he wasn’t home yet. An hour later, you were vomiting in the toilet when you heard Jungkook calling out for you. Seconds later, you felt him pull your hair back and his other hand gently rubbing your back.

Jungkook lowers his head in guilt as he remembers what came next. You remember how tired he looked when he said you both needed to talk.

“Fuck,” he whispers and then looks at you. “You were going to tell me you were expecting that day.”

You nod, “I believed you when you said you didn’t love me anymore, and if I told you I was pregnant, you would’ve stayed out of responsibility. I think I was in shock, honestly. I was heartbroken and felt so unwanted that all I could think about was getting out of there as soon as possible.”

“You must be so angry with me for keeping the pregnancy from you.”

Jungkook gives you a weak smile, “Not angry. Just sad, aegiya. I understand we’ve hurt each other deeply, but I want to be with you again. Where do we go from here? We were together for eleven years — I’ve loved you for that long and still do. I just can’t see my life without you or our baby.”

“I love you too, Jungkook. I’ve missed you so much. I want nothing more than for all of this to be in the past, but you have to understand that for three months, I believed you didn’t give a shit about me and that we were divorced. I hid this baby from you, and you need to process that too. I need you to be able to look at me and feel like you’ve forgiven me. You get that, right?”

Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls you closer, “I do understand because I need that from you too. We’ll go as slowly as you want, but please allow me to visit you — take you out to eat and accompany you to your prenatal appointments.”

“Okay,” you answer.

“Okay,” Jungkook echoes. “Before I go, are you and the baby healthy? Do you still get sick?”

“We’re both healthy, and since entering the second trimester, I’ve been feeling much better. Sometimes I feel nauseous, but that’s about it. Oh! And I fall asleep everywhere,” you chuckle. “What is it?” Jungkook’s sudden serious demeanor worries you. You hate that your first thought is negative, only emphasizing that you both have a lot to work through before jumping back into your marriage.

“Nothing, just that I’m going to be a dad, and I’m really happy.”

“Yeah?” you instinctively place your hand on your belly.

Jungkook answers with a nod. “You’re going to be such a great mom, and I can’t wait to watch you with them.”

After eleven years with his man, he somehow still makes your cheeks heat up and your heart race. “I feel the same about you. You’re going to be so good with them.”

“Is it normal to love something so much when you haven’t met them yet?” Jungkook asks, eyes sparkling with happiness.

Your answer is an immediate yes because you felt the same from the first moment you found out you were expecting — so overwhelmed with love that your heart could burst.

“Before I go, I wanted to give you this,” Jungkook leans forward, reaches behind him, and pulls out a white envelope that he hands you. You stare at it, wondering what it could be. “It’s some of the photos you left behind when… you know.”

You do know. You’d left behind a box full of your favorite memories at the old apartment the day you walked away from your old life with him.

“Maybe you can add one of the sonogram photos to it?” he suggests.

You could kiss him. You want to so bad, but you don’t, although it’s hard as hell when all you want is to fall into his arms again — to feel his warmth, his love. It’s hard to hold back when he’s being so sweet.

“Yeah,” you simply answer, overwhelmed that he even thought about bringing them to you.

You walk him to the door, opening it as he slides on his shoes. You’re both quiet even when he steps over the threshold. When Jungkook looks at you, he smiles, his eyes so bright you feel your heart beat a little faster.

You’re radiant – so beautiful he can hardly take his eyes off you. He understands why you’d want to take things slowly. But God, does he want to hold you so badly. The need he feels to have you back in his life like before is so strong it nearly knocks him down.

Jungkook waves a shy goodbye and turns to leave. The sudden urge to run after him catches you off guard, but your feet feel like lead. Instead, you shout his name, and it’s like he was waiting for you to call out to him because he turns so quickly.

“Yeah?” he hasn’t even walked ten steps and feels breathless, eagerly waiting for whatever you’re about to say.

His eyes are so big and anticipative that it makes you smile.

“If things between us start to feel right again and we go back to each other, don’t ever let me walk away again.”

Jungkook’s adoration for you is so transparent you wonder how even through your pain, you hadn’t noticed he was lying about not loving you anymore. He’s always been such a terrible liar.

He returns to the house and stands in front of you; for not one second does he look away from you. Jungkook takes a stray piece of your hair and tucks it behind your ear.

“I swear I’ll never make that mistake twice.

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WHEN IT ALL FALLS APART - 839

what’s there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesn’t love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on

WHEN IT ALL FEELS RIGHT - 5,423

although jungkook is struggling with the decision he made months ago, he still thinks it was the best thing he could’ve done for your safety. but he isn’t doing well, and his friends are worried about him and how he’s choosing to deal with his feelings. meanwhile, you’re now living with your brother, his wife, and their ten-month-old daughter, who has helped bring some light into your life. just as you decide to tell jungkook the truth about your pregnancy, he appears at your brother’s house with a truth of his own.

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You weren’t even his for him to feel this way towards you. He didn’t own you, but he wanted to so badly—from the first moment your eyes met in the practice room. Oh, the nasty things he wanted to do to you. He could barely concentrate at practice as he watched you choreograph a new dance for his group. Images of how he would take you and fuck you against the dance studio’s mirror you were looking into right now invaded his mind. Watching you in your tight, tiny sports bra didn’t help either.

He often wondered about the little sounds you’d make as he fucked you from behind while he made you stare at him through the reflection. Fuck, his cock throbbed just at the thought of you saying his name over and over again through breathy moans.

He smirked as he recalled all the times you tried avoiding him. He knew it wasn’t because you weren’t interested or shy—you wanted to keep things professional. You didn’t want to complicate things, but he noticed every single time—when you thought he wasn’t looking—you, glancing his way.

He noticed how your pretty dark eyes would trail along his body when he danced. The way you bit your lip when his hands glided up his thigh. The way your chest heaved as you watched him thrust when his eyes finally got to meet yours. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, and you weren’t going to be able to resist him any longer. Jungkook was tired of the sexual tension whenever you two were in the same room. He was tired of holding back. It’d been months, and he was tired of waiting. He was tired of not knowing how your body felt under his touch.

He wanted to know how soft your skin was, how your lips felt against his own, and if that pretty little mouth of yours could take all of him.

“Fuck,” he moans as he jerks off at the thought of you riding him. It was getting worse every day when just the sound of your voice would get him hard. A couple of minutes ago, he had to run out of the practice room because if not, he would’ve embarrassed himself in front of his members and you.

So now, he’s in his studio, still jerking off. His thumb spreads his precum, feeling close to his release when he hears a knock at the door. The unexpected sound startles him, and he stays quiet. He figures that maybe they’ll go away, but whoever it is, keeps knocking very persistently. He groans as he tucks his erection back into his sweats. Unlocking the door and then swinging it open, he’s about to curse at whoever it is, but then gasps, and his eyes widen at the sight of you in front of him.

“W—what...” Your sweet scent immediately engulfs him—vanilla with a hint of jasmine.

“Can I come in?” You ask with a smile. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” you say as you remove your shoes by the door.

Jungkook manages to pull himself together enough to answer you, “Not at all, come in,” he moves aside, and you quickly step inside his studio, not wanting anyone to see you if they were to walk past. You take in his space, the lights are dimmed, and the small room looks pretty organized, save for his jacket strewn over the couch. The AC is on, so your eyes narrow when you notice his hairline a tad sweaty and a bead of moisture running down his temple. When you hear the door lock, you turn around to face him. He seems surprised, but you already knew he was going to be.

You’ve never been in his studio before. Once you were done choreographing for his group, you went home unless you were asked to help another group in the building. There were a couple of times where the guys invited you to eat with them, and you’d accepted each time, wanting to get to know them better. And you did; forming a unique friendship with each of them was the best thing that happened since moving to Seoul from Ponce to follow your dreams. Jimin was the first to strike up a conversation with you on the first day. He later found out you lived alone in the city, no friends or family, and he suggested you be friends.

And then, after some time, he confided in you that Jungkook was interested in something more with you but didn’t know how to approach you, worried you’d reject him—which was insane because you felt the same about Jungkook.

You stepped closer to him, listening to his breathing slowing down, “You’re just going to keep staring at me?”

“I—I... Um,” he stammers.

You only wanted to tease him a little for all the times he’s teased you. He thought he had you in the palm of his hand, but, right now, it’s you who has him in yours.

“Something’s got your tongue?” You smirk at him. He narrows his eyes and bites his lower lip. “Were you working out?” You ask as you slide your hand up to his chest, now noticing some sweat dripping down his neck.

“Something like that,” Jungkook smirks at you, mirth swimming in his dark eyes.

“What were you doing?” The smirk doesn’t leave his face as he slowly looks down between the both of you. You follow his gaze and notice what he was trying to hide when he first opened the door.

You quirk your brow, “Need some help with that?” His beautiful doe eyes narrow, and his gaze darkens at your question.

That does it for you. You push Jungkook against the door, and he grunts as his eyes widen in surprise, not expecting your strength. You look up at him before pressing your lips to his soft ones; not wanting to waste any more time, you part his lips with your tongue, and he follows with his, mouthing at you and grunting as he tastes your sweet flavor for the first time.

“Mmm, big.” You moan against his lips, reaching down to feel his erection strapped between the band of his sweats and his belly and softly squeeze, making him groan into your mouth.

Jungkook hears his cellphone vibrating on his desk, but he’s much too immersed in you right now. You’re about to kneel in front of him, but he stops you and grabs your arms to hold you up. He chuckles at your cute pout, feeling smug about how much you want to taste him. Everything else can wait—you’re all he wants to focus on, and he’d be damned if he lets anything ruin this moment.

“You first,” he then pushes you against the door and kneels before you, placing his fingers on the band of your sweats, pulling them down. Your breath quickens, knowing what’s about to happen. Jungkook stares at the small, sheer garment covering your wet slit and presses his nose against it, taking a whiff and humming in satisfaction. His cock throbs in its confines every time he hears your little whimpers.

After helping you step out of your sweat pants, his hands go back to your body, gliding them up along your thick thighs and then behind you to grab and squeeze your plump ass. He looks up at you before one of his hands places your leg over his shoulder as he leans in to mouth at your clothed sex. You moan at the feeling of finally having the lips you’ve been dreaming of for months on you. He’s then moving your thong to the side slowly, marveling at the way it sticks to your wetness. Your heady scent surrounds him, his body reacting to every mewl and moan falling from your lips. Jungkook is so hard it almost hurts. Wanting some relief, his hand squeezes at his cock, making him grunt against your cunt.

Your head falls back against the door with a gasp; the coolness of Jungkook’s lip ring surprises you, leaving goosebumps on the inside of your thighs along with the feeling of his tongue teasing your clit. At the same time, his middle finger breaches your wet hole—these sensations all at once are dizzying. His pace is slow at first, his eyes staring at the way your mouth falls open to let out choked gasps; he adds another finger each time your moans get louder. He sucks and licks at your clit simultaneously as two fingers drag in and out, but deeper each time he feels your g-spot.

“Need you nice and stretched out for me, pretty girl,” he chuckles against your cunt, watching you entirely fall apart for him, and it feels like a fucking dream! You’re here in his studio, letting him touch you, kiss you, fuck you with his tongue and fingers.

“Shit, ah— I can take it,” you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to hold in a loud moan, but you quickly give in when Jungkook slides a third finger in, the stretch and fullness making your eyes roll back with a cry.

“Fuck, baby! Yes, like that, keep squeezing my fingers,” he pants. Jungkook grunts loudly at the pain of you pulling his hair as your hips move to run your clit along with his tongue. You’re delirious from the pleasure he’s gifting you, feeling your abdomen tighten and legs shaking from your impending climax. You cry out when he suddenly fingers you at a breakneck pace, reaching so deep you begin to see white spots in your vision. You’re lucky his studio is soundproofed; otherwise, people would come knocking to ask if everything’s okay.

You whine from the loss of orgasm and the emptiness from his fingers no longer inside of you, but Jungkook easily hoists you up and carries you over to his desk. Fuck, he’s so hot. He’s so fucking strong you think he can throw you around like a doll, and you’d thank him for it. Jungkook sees the excitement in your eyes, and he knows it’s because you think he’s finally going to fuck you. “Not yet, baby. Want you to cum on my tongue.” After he removes your thong, you lean back on your elbows as he spreads your legs and kneels before you, eyes glancing up to yours as a glob of his spit drips from his lips and onto your clenching cunt.

“Oh god! Jungkook!” Your head falls back with a lewd moan, his mouth messily making out with your folds. He’s so fucking messy; the squelching sounds of your wetness as his tongue slithers across your cunt have you feeling delirious. You shudder when Jungkook’s lips envelop your clit, suckling and licking rapidly as two fingers breach your clenching hole once more.

Without warning, you cum on his tongue, moaning obscenities that have Jungkook close to coming untouched in his pants. He squeezes his dick, trying to control himself. He’s wanted you for so long, and he wants this to last. “Shit, you taste amazing.” Jungkook stands and hovers over you, slotting his lips against yours, tongue parting your lips to give you a taste. You moan, tasting your essence on him. You can feel his hardness against your crotch, and you whine as your hands reach for his clothed cock. “Goddamn,” he hisses. “What do you want, baby. Tell me.”

“Want your cock. Please, Jungkook, fuck me.” You drive him crazy hearing you beg him like that. He wants to hear more. “Beg me again,” he teases.

You fucking pout, and he’s a goner. It’s like you know he’s obsessed with your pretty lips, lips he’s been craving to taste for so long. Lips he’s dying to see wrapped around his cock one day. But not today; he wants to feel your walls wrapped around him instead.

“Please, I want you to fuck me, baby. Want you to fill me up so good.” He lets out a shuddering breath at your words and pleading eyes before he takes off his shirt and pulls down his sweat pants, not bothering to pull them down all the way. His cock springs free and smacks against his insanely defined abs. You almost drool at the sight of him—so fucking sexy you could cum just by looking at him. Jungkook reaches for your hands, helping you off his desk as he takes a seat in the chair and pulls you onto his lap to straddle him, his cock nestling between your dripping folds. He leans back as he watches you take off your shirt, and then your bra follows. You’re a fucking vision; you almost don’t seem real to him.

“Everything about you is beautiful,” he says in wonder, calloused fingers tracing the roundness of your breasts, down the valley of them and over your soft tummy until he reaches your mound and a little lower still until he feels your swollen nub. Jungkook bites his bottom lip unconsciously when you let out a choked gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm. “So wet.”

You do the same, not holding back from touching his body which is a work of art, and not just because of his defined muscles. His right arm and hand are full of beautiful and intricate tattoos that have caught your attention since the first time you saw them. “You too. So beautiful,” you whisper, hands tracing the ink from his shoulder to his hand. You smile when you hear him intake a breath, goosebumps appearing on his skin as your fingers also trace the line of piercings on his right ear.

You lay your forehead on his shoulder as his fingers circle your clit. When you glance back up at him, you can’t help but stare at his hooded eyes, looking so fucked out by just pleasuring you. Watching him look that way ignites something inside you, and you want to make him feel just as good.

“What is it, baby?” But you don’t answer him. Instead, you crash your lips over his, desperately kissing him, and he matches your need. Both of his hands slide down your back, grabbing and kneading your ass, helping you glide over his cock, back and forth as your wetness coats his length. He could cum like this, he’s so close, but then you stop moving. Your teeth pull at his bottom lip as you pull away, and he hisses, the slight sting making his cock twitch between your folds.

Your eyes stay glued to his as you lift a little to reach down, grabbing his cock and aligning it at your entrance. Jungkook is hard, thick, and heavy in your hand, and you wonder for just a millisecond if he’s stretched you out enough. But like you warned him earlier, you can take him. You slowly sink on his length, the stretch impossibly overwhelming but so damn good it has you gasping for air, your hands holding on to his shoulders like an anchor.

“Carajo,” a Spanish expletive escapes your lips near his ear in a shuddered whisper when his cock reaches deep. You feel him twitch inside of you, and you smirk. “You like that?” You move your hips slowly, back and forth. Jungkook can only nod, his words stuck and mind hazy. His hand squeezes your ass hard, and you cry out more Spanish words against his ear. He’d do anything to hear more.

Jungkook’s guttural moan surprises you when you start bouncing on his cock. You can’t help but feel a bit smug knowing that you’re the one making him feel like this. That his usual dark brown eyes turn midnight when they’re blown out by lust and pleasure because of you.

“Fuck, just like that. Keep moving just like that, baby.” His hands slide up your curvaceous thighs, his thumbs caressing a few stretch marks on the sides of your hips before they reach your breasts to play with your nipples. Jungkook is stuck on the visual of your cunt sucking him in with each bounce on his cock. You’re so wet it drips down his balls and onto the chair. You cry out a moan when he pinches your nipple, making his eyes snap up to look at you, “Your sounds are so pretty. You’re being so good for me,” he praises, and it makes your walls clench, bringing him closer to an orgasm. “Jungkook, oh fuck. I’m so close,” you mewl, arms falling over his shoulders.

“Cum for me,” he pulls you in closer, your chest flush against his as he brings an arm around you to help you fuck him harder as the other hand rests in between your bodies to stimulate your clit. “Look at me when you cum, beautiful. I don’t want to miss those eyes when you let go for me,” he whispers against your lips.

You look at him, eyes so fucked out and teeth biting on his bottom lip. He’s so gorgeous like this. Pleasure keeps building as his deft fingers continue flicking your swollen nub much faster this time, your walls fluttering violently around his twitching cock. The sensation is so deliciously overwhelming for Jungkook that he can’t keep his moans to himself any longer; his noises coupled with the sounds of skin slapping skin make you cum so hard your ears begin to ring. Your mind is so fuzzy you barely hear Jungkook moan out your name when he feels the gush of your arousal coating his cock.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook groans, both of his arms now holding onto you tightly as he helps fuck you through your orgasm. “Where?”

“Ah, inside me.” Your thighs are on fire, and he knows you’re exhausted, so he plants his feet firmly on the floor and fucks up into you until he’s spilling his seed inside of you. “Oh, fuck.” You pant out, head falling against his right shoulder. Your hand rests on his chest, right over his heart which beats erratically, making you smile. Your smile widens more when he rests his face against the side of yours. You giggle when the coolness from the metal of his eyebrow piercing startles you since you’re both hot and sweaty.

To be honest, when Tae and Jimin suggested you should tell Jungkook how you feel about him, you had no idea you two would end up like this so fast. You had a whole speech prepared while riding the elevator to his floor. That all went out the window when he opened the door, and you noticed you might’ve caught him mid-masturbation, flushed cheeks, and sweaty. Your eyes had no business raking his body lower until they settled on his very obvious dick print—which the gray sweat pants didn’t help much in concealing. After both of your heartbeats settle and you’re still holding on to each other, Jungkook looks up at you and sighs before giving you a soft kiss. He’s got this look in his eyes that has your heart racing—you decide you like it. He then rests his forehead against yours, “How do you say ‘I like you a lot in your language’?”

The ghost of a smile plays on your lips, and you lean back a little to look at his face. The way he stares at you, you feel your heart do something it hasn’t done in quite a while.

“Me gustas mucho,” you answer.

He hums, looks into your eyes, and repeats the words, his tone sounding much deeper as he pronounces each syllable. Fuck, this was it, wasn’t it? Your new obsession. “I want you to teach me more,” he grins at you, his nose doing that cute scrunch thing you like so much.

“Fine, but It’s not fair,” you chuckle.

“What isn’t?” Jungkook circles his arms around your waist and brings you in closer, nuzzling your neck as he takes in your scent. You smell so good to him.

“You pronounced the words so well. Meanwhile, my Korean is still iffy.”

He shakes his head, “Sounds good to me. Be good to yourself; you’ve been learning pretty fast.”

“Joonie made fun of me the other day because I mispronounced a word and said cum instead,” Jungkook chuckled at your cute pout and kissed it.

“I wish I were there to hear that one,” he laughs. “You’re adorable.”

“Shut up,” you whine, letting out a huffed laugh. Jungkook takes your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours, admiring how beautifully they fit together. He kisses your hands and then glances up at you, taking in the freckles that brush lightly over the bridge of your nose and the tops of your cheeks. He thinks you’re so damn pretty.

“What?” You brush a curl out of your face, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“Nothing. I like looking at you. Is that okay?” You look away, and Jungkook smiles, finding your bashfulness endearing.

“Hm, I’ll allow it,” you tease, and his eyes crinkle at the corners when he grins, his tattooed hand sliding down your back until it reaches its destination. He gives your ass a soft squeeze, and you’re reminded that you’re both still naked, his semi-hard length still buried inside of you. “We kind of did this all backward, huh?”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, “What do you mean?” His hands are now positioned on your hips, his thumbs caressing your skin there, and you’re slowly feeling hot again.

“Well, I showed you all my goodies before you took me out on a proper date.”

Jungkook pulls you even closer; his cock twitches when he feels your walls clench around him and your bare chest pressed against his. “Believe me, pretty girl, sex or not, I would’ve taken you out on a date. I want to date you—wanted to for a long time.”

“Yeah?” You smile, and he nods. “Where would you take me?”

“For our first date, I was thinking of something chill, like a picnic at Seoul Forest. We could talk and get to know each other more.”

“I’d love that. I haven’t been there yet.”

“I think you’d like it.” Jungkook tucks a stray curl behind your right ear. “Jimin hyung said you liked animals. We can feed the deer after the picnic.”

“You asked Jimin what I liked?” Jungkook nods. “I can’t wait for our date.”

“Me too. Maybe we can do this again after our date,” he kisses you, and you respond with a moan.

“Why wait until then when I’m craving you now?”

“Shit,” he whispers, closing his eyes tightly. Jungkook felt the same. He craved you before, during, and he knew he’d crave you all the time after today. His cock slips out of you, your mess everywhere, but he doesn’t care. He holds your thighs around his waist, walks you over to his couch, and gently lays you.

He was going to fuck you exactly how you deserved.

After he cleans you up, Jungkook pulls one of his t-shirts over your body, and you both lay on the couch in comfortable silence. He thinks back to the first time he saw you walking into the office to meet them. You seemed a little nervous, and he thought that was cute. He was instantly attracted to you, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he could fall in love with you one day. That day comes sooner than he expected when you fall asleep on his chest, your body unconsciously searching for his warmth. Jungkook can’t keep his eyes off your face as the cute pout he likes so much appears even in your sleep.

There are only two other places he ever feels safe in—the dance studio and with his members.

Jungkook now feels the same in your arms.

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You remember when your relationship - well, not a relationship at the time - was nothing more than heated hookups, secretly meeting up anywhere you could inside the company - too scared in the beginning to have anyone from the media follow you or him home.

Jungkook fiercely protected his privacy, and you respected that.

That was until Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to see you in his bed - fuck you on every surface in his apartment. He felt the overwhelming need to wake up next to you in the morning and see where this thing you had going on could lead.

He never said anything about wanting more, but he slowly began to ask you on dates. He bought you flowers and surprised you with your favorite candies most days before heading to his studio on the fourth floor after kissing you breathlessly in a hidden corner of your editing office.

You never dared to ask for more because you feared he didn’t want that. You were afraid to hear you were alone in your developing feelings for this man everyone loved but never really got to know. You were afraid to be one of those people too.

But Jungkook surprised you by opening up to you more and more each day, inviting you to places to meet and hang out with him and his friends.

His friends think the world of you; to him, that means everything because that’s exactly how he thinks of his friends.

Jungkook suspects he’s loved you for a while now, but it didn’t truly hit him until one late night when you find him fussing over Jimin in his studio. He’s holding a trash bin to Jimin’s face as he heaves into it. Jungkook says he’s been like this for a while and doesn’t know what else to do.

His big, scared eyes break your heart, and you immediately take over, running to Jungkook’s bathroom to wet a clean towel with cold water.

Jungkook watches as you gently ask Jimin to lie on his side and put the cold towel on his forehead. He’s shivering, so you tell Jungkook to pass you a blanket. The couch is large and comfortable enough for Jimin to spend the night there. You offer to stay with them to keep an eye on Jimin.

In the middle of the night, you wake up Jimin and make him drink at least half a bottle of water to ensure he doesn’t dehydrate. You remember getting food poisoning, and it’s fucking terrible when you’re alone. You’re glad you can be there for him.

Jungkook watches all of this with so much affection in his heart. You’re so kind and soft with Jimin.

“You’re so pretty, _____.” Jimin sighs, eyes half-lidded and skin clammy.

“You’re just delusional. Go back to sleep.”

“Yah, hyung! She’s mine,” Jungkook voices from behind you, surprising and making you laugh.

“Is that right?” you tease, but Jungkook doesn’t answer. He smirks and lifts one eyebrow, challenging you to deny it.

“Stop,” Jimin complains. “You’re both going to make me hurl again.” He quickly falls asleep after that.

Jungkook fondly smiles at the memory as he lights the last candle. He’s got so many he’s lost count. He can’t wait to see you in a few short hours and tell you how he feels about you. Perhaps he’ll show you first.

He fucks you on the floor, on top of the softest blankets your skin has ever felt. But then you realize he’s making love to you slowly, deeply. He’s the sweetest, kissing every part of your body, helping you get ready to take him. Jungkook’s learned your body so well.

He licks into your mouth as he pushes in, swallowing your gasp and kissing your moans. And in the end, he makes you cum as many times and as hard as he does when he fucks you roughly.

You’re not sure what time it is when you blink your eyes open, but it’s a little darker since the candles are blown out. Jungkook must’ve taken care of them before falling asleep.

He’s facing you, legs tangled with yours, and his tattooed arm over your naked waist. You can’t help but run your fingers through his long, dark hair. He stirs but doesn’t wake, so you run a finger down the bridge of his nose and lips, admiring his pretty cupid’s bow.

You’re unsure why your eyes suddenly water, but your chest feels so tight with emotions - affection and adoration for the man lying before you.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you softly whisper. You wish you could’ve told him earlier, but you got scared and kept it to yourself. You wonder when you’ll have the courage to tell him when he’s awake.

You can only hope he feels the same way.

Jungkook so deeply loves everything and everyone special to him. You want to be loved by him like that too.

He groans, his arm tightening around you and pulling you closer. You stare as his eyes slowly open, searching for you, “I was supposed to say it first.”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, and your heart beats loud like a drum.

“W-what?”

“I wanted to tell you how in love with you I am. How much I love you,” he says.

“You do?” your wide eyes make him smile that smile you adore. Devastating.

“Yeah,” he confirms, wiping a tear from your cheek. “My baby,” he coos.

“I like the sound of that,” you sniffle.

Then, you realize, “Is that what all of this was for?” you glance around the living room, taking in the candles, the wine, the flowers, and the tv, which is paused in the first few minutes of the third episode of The Last of Us.

Jungkook stares at how the moonlight peeking through the gossamer curtains paints your lovely face in a silver glow. He thinks you’re ethereal - his angel.

“Yes,” he admits. “I wanted to make it nice for you and tell you I love you, but you fell asleep on me.”

You playfully hit his shoulder, laughing that musical laugh he loves. “Well, it’s your damn fault for making me cum so many times.”

“That good, huh?”

“Stooop,” you whine, feeling your face heat up.

“C’mere,” he huskily utters, pulling you in for a kiss. He deepens it, and later you’re moaning again, coming apart for him for the fifth time that night.

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