#explicit-tae

Jungkook doesn’t know why you ran off as quickly as you had, but you did. You remembered the way your mouth salivated, your stomach churned and you sprinted to the nearest exit. The girls restroom was empty when you arrived, and you hadn’t even bothered to lock the stall door before you dropped to your knees and vomited right into the toilet.

Graduation day was when you found out you were pregnant. The small letters that held the eight letter words appeared as though it was laughing at you. You couldn’t find a single picture of you at said graduation where you appeared content. Your mother, at the time, just told you it was woe of you growing older and off into the real world. Only you knew the true reasoning at the time.

Your mind travels to that day often. From finding out you were pregnant, to receiving Jungkook’s letter. He hadn’t delivered it to you personally, and instead had been given to you by someone walking by. You opened the card, your brows knitted together as you read it.

You recall the way your heart jolts at the way he writes your name. Jungkook apologized for making you uncomfortable. He pleads for forgiveness, stating that he’d do whatever for you to forgive him, even if it meant that you and him wouldn’t go back to the way things were before.

You found Jungkook in the crowd of excited teenagers. His eyes lit up, you noted. With anticipation. Even then, he was pleading with you for forgiveness that he had no fault in. In just a quick moment, your mind flashes with the amount of times you and he have been together, to then at the graduation.

How would Jungkook react to the news of your pregnancy, you asked yourself. How would your friends? Your parents?

Unlike Jungkook, you hadn’t thought about universities and where’d you go. You promised your mother that after a year break, you’d start classes again. Now, however, you were certain you couldn’t do what you planned.

You placed the card back into the envelope, ripping your eyes away from Jungkook and turning to walk away. You don’t see the way his face falls or his shoulders falter. With your back turn, he doesn’t see the way your eyes tear up a bit before you force them away.

That was 13 years ago and your mind always wanders back to that same night. You ignored Jungkook’s calls, but each time his name flashed onto your screen, you thought about answering. You thought about telling him about the pregnancy - about your own confused feelings you felt for him.

You hadn’t. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. His nervous doe-like eyes, always shy and low whenever you were around. He often kept them hidden behind his hair, possibly hoping it’d assist him in camouflaging entirely.

Jeon Jungkook was quiet. The only time he spoke was when he had to, the teacher choosing him at random. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute - and that was something you couldn’t reveal to your friends. While you listened to them gush about who they hooked up with, who was hot or not, Jeon Jungkook wouldn’t make the cut.

“He probably humps his pillow.” your friend, Lia, cackles, turning her head away from Jungkook and back to the group; to you. It was one of the many times Jungkook had been caught staring. His cheeks are a bright red. He leans low in his chair, hunching a bit to avoid further eye contact.

“I think he’s got a crush on you.” Ava cackled, covering her mouth with her manicured hand - the same color and design that matches all of your hands perfectly. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute, but you were young. You were popular. You had a reputation - even if you realized after the fact that it was dumb. “I bet I could get him to do my homework…he’s such a loser.”

You didn’t mean anything you said to your friends about Jungkook, yet you never defended him aloud. You continued to use Jungkook to your advantage - allowing him to do your homework and copy off of him when needed. You teased him while your friends all watched.

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. It’s the reason you found yourself having fun with the boy. It was probably wrong to use him for your own personal gain, but the rose tint on his cheeks followed by his shy eyes were just too hard to resist.

It’s why you kept it on - forcing him to smell your panties. Told him to touch himself in front of you, calling him pathetic with how excited he was; it was all to feed your ego. It wasn’t right, but it felt like it.

Your favorite memory was during study hall when you asked Jungkook to help you with a project - something he always did himself while you sat pretty beside him. He looked cuter this time, round glasses on his nose as he focused on the laptop in front of him for information. It was quiet in the library, only a few students scattered around. 

Jungkook had stiffened when your hand placed itself on his thigh. You begin to tap your fingers upwards, reaching closer and closer until it’s at the twitching dent. “You aren’t going to stop me?” you recall asking him. “I bet you want people to catch us like this. That’ll boost your popularity, won't it?”

Jungkook’s lips part as you force your hand into his pants. His head whips around to the quiet library. A few tables away is a girl with her head against the desk, most likely asleep. Rows of bookshelves hide the librarian in the front.

“I still can’t believe a nerd like you has such a big cock.” you murmur, leaning closer. “You’re happy, aren’t you? You like the way my hand feels around your cock.”

Jungkook’s body shuddered at the feel of your squeezing hand right on his covered cock,  his underwear appearing tighter and tighter against him.

“Say it.”

“I like it.” Jungkook squeaked out, low and pathetic just as you said. 

You knew he did. Dare you say he liked it just as much as you. You continued to grind your palm against his cock, watching him closely as his eyelids began to flutter. His breathing quickens, attempting to hide it to now draw too much attention to the two of you..

“Say you’re lucky to have me.” you lean closer. “Say you’re pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic.” Jungkook’s hand curls into a tight first, his heart pumping so radically outside his chest. “I am lucky…to have you, Y/N.”

You told yourself the giddy feeling you felt in your heart was just a stroke of your own ego. You had giggled low when he came in his underwear, the warm substance sticking against him sickly. You kissed his cheek, just inches away from his lips and told him, “I know.”

You thought back to the time Jungkook had told you that he loved you for the first - and only - time. How you proceeded to ignore him - his calls, letters, all of it. You told yourself that it had gone too far and you weren’t doing anything but further toying with Jungkook who had admitted to you that he loved you. 

Then, you found out you were pregnant.

In a way, you created a monster, you think. You were the reason Jungkook had grown older, harboring these feelings towards women all because you were too much of a coward to face him. To face your friends if they ever found out what you were doing with him.

Now, Jeon Jungkook is back in your life. He’s taller, even more handsome and successful - everything you aren’t.

Jeon Jungkook was correct about a lot of things.

Your car has been repossessed. 

You’ve taken out more loans than you should’ve.

You were behind on bills.

You watched your reflection in the glass door of the bank, your eyes staring right back at you. It was 10 minutes before close. You wouldn’t say you didn’t recognize yourself, it’s just the you that you hadn’t seen in years.

You deposited the money into your account far too quickly, only a bit ashamed of yourself in the way you’ve gotten in. However, the expenses you had didn’t wait for you to gain money morally. 

“Miss Y/L,”

You offered a strained smile as you entered the building. Your eyes scanned the open gym, several children - of all ages - littering the vicinity. Your eyes immediately went towards where the older ones were, pre-teens and teenagers alike. You spotted him almost instantly and your heart jolted.

“Hello,” you glanced away and towards the voice that greets you. “I have to, uh,” you opened your purse to take out the check you’ve gotten from the bank. “make a payment, of course.”

Your cheeks were warm once you handed over the check. You’ve known Lisa for years now. She’s a kind middle aged woman who always has her cat-framed glasses on her nose. She takes the check you hold out gently and inspects it. She tries to hide her surprise.

“It’s what I’ve owed and also to cover the next few months.” you responded meekly. Your palms began to sweat a bit. 

Lisa has never judged you or any parent. It was her who gave you the extension on your payments as she understood what it was like. “I was a single mother at one point in my life, too.” she told you one evening almost three months ago. Your eyes were watering when you told her you couldn’t pay to be a part of these gymnastics classes anymore.

Your eyes glanced back at him, your son. He’s tall and lean, his time doing gymnastics since he was young had added only a couple years to his age. He was only 13, but could pass as 15. His hair was dark and wavy, and his eyes resembled the same ones you witnessed for the first time in a decade.

 13 years.

“Did you take out a loan?” Lisa questioned, her voice low. She looked concerned and you can tell by her voice alone. “Miss Y/L, I didn’t want you to do-”

“No loan.” you shook your head, your heart jolted once your son met your eyes. Training was over, but he never stopped until he saw you enter the building to come get him. He was on the parallel dip bars, pushing himself up, his legs straight and his shoulders tight. “Um…his father…helped.”

You tore your eyes away from your son to look back at Lisa. She’s met you as a single mother to a 4 year old, your son hyper and bouncing everywhere happily. You never mentioned a father before and even now, you appear uncomfortable.

“Ma!”

Your eyes blink once, then twice. You had spaced out yet again, this time your mind going down a lane full of memories that you couldn’t help. You probably looked insane right now, you think, staring at your son as the two of you eat - or at least him.

“You spaced out.” Ji-tae states matter-of-factly. He takes a bite of his pizza, an abundance of toppings nearly falling off of it. “You’ve been acting weird for a few weeks now. Is everything okay?”

You offer your son a low grin. “You forgot who’s the parent and who’s the child?” you tease. You grasp the bottle to take a sip of your drink. “I’m fine,” you say once you’re done sipping. “just trying to get back situated with work, you know?”

Ji-tae nods his head a bit. He isn’t fully convinced, but you almost never shared your own issues with him. As far as Ji-tae needed to know, you were working a new job that allowed you to drive a nicer car. You had more money to splurge on him, buying him whatever items he asked for without a blink of an eye.

Your son doesn’t need to know the brand new car is from Jungkook, your boss who happens to share the same dark eyes as him. 

“What do you do?”

Your eyes twitch a bit, but nonetheless you remain calm. “Assistant.” you reply. “Why do you ask?”

Ji-tae shrugs his shoulders. “Curious.” is all he says, taking another bite of his pizza. 

You know your son. He’s scrunching his nose in a way that tells you he wants to say something, but is holding back.

“Ji-tae,” 

Your son looks up at you. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, your heart jolts once more. 

Ji-tae knows you only call him by his name if you are being serious.

“What's wrong?” you ask him, assuring to keep eye contact.

“I think I want to quit gymnastics.”

Your eyebrows knit. “What?”

If it's one thing your son loves, it was the competitiveness that was gymnastics. He often overworked until he was able to get a certain move close to perfect. Several awards lined the shelves in his bedroom.

“Grandmother,” 

Immediately you groan - because of course it had something to do with your mother.

“said you didn’t have the money-”

“What did I tell you, Ji-tae?” you don’t mean to sound harsh. You aren’t upset with your son in the slightest. Your mother, however, always found it hard to not discuss whatever issues you were having with your child. “It’s my responsibility to worry about you.”

“Not the other way around…” Ji-tae trails off. He swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing. “...but if it’s too expensive-”

“It’s not.” you stand, the chair scrapping behind you. 

You move faster than you should right now. Your phone is on the kitchen island and you snatch it and Ji-tae is fully aware of what you’re doing. 

Your mother answers on the third ring, sounds cherrier than she should right now. You walk out of the room to assure Ji-tae wouldn’t hear the conversation. 

“Why are you telling my son things that don’t concern him?” you ask as soon as your mother answers the phone. “He should never know about what the fuck-”

“Y/N, do calm down.” your mother tells you. Her tone is sickenly sweet, but you’ve been raised on it your entire life. It was her ‘mother knows best’ act, something she pulled constantly. 

“Tae said he wants to quit gymnastics because you told him I couldn’t afford it.” you spat out, but not too loud for your son to hear. 

“Well can you?”

Jungkook was correct about a lot of things that evening. He knew about your car being repossessed, so oftentimes you borrowed your mothers or found your own way. He knew about the small, yet several loans; though he didn’t know that it was for Ji-tae and his hobbies - gymnastics, that led to tournaments at the end of the week, being the most expensive. He knew you were behind on several bills, but that was to assure that Ji-tae had whatever he needed.

What Jeon Jungkook didn’t know was the very existence of your son. That was something you intended to keep a secret as much as you could.

It was your mother’s idea to keep your pregnancy a secret. No pictures. No being seen when you didn’t need to. The plans you’ve made with your friends - the travelling, the late night fun and partying - were gone. 

“Please tell me what I’ve deserved to become a grandmother at this age?” your mother asked during dinner one evening. You were five months, bump forming underneath the oversize shirt you wore. “How many times have I warned you about this, Y/N? I wanted you to be more than a pretty face, you know? But look at you now.”

It was also your mother’s idea to sign custody over to her. It made appearances easier, she told you. On paper, sure, she was the mother. But it was you doing the late night feedings and caring for J-itae. 

“Do you even know who the father is?” your mother questions lowly on Ji-tae’s first birthday. It’s a question she hadn’t asked you prior. She’s holding him in her arms, a bright smile on her lips as she poses for pictures. 

“Well?” your mother's voice brings you back to reality. You’ve spaced out far too many times lately. “Tae told me you started a new job, honey.”

“I did, mother.” you clench the phone to your ear. You inhale slowly, closing your eyes. “I am capable of taking care of my son, mother. If you can’t respect my wishes, then maybe you shouldn’t come around anymore.”

“Excuse me?” your mother laughs. “You’re being dramatic, Y/N. I was just trying to help-”

You hang up. Your heart is racing. You rarely stand up to your mother. For years, you attempted to see things from her point of view. How embarrassed she must’ve been when people soon realized the child she claimed as her own, would slip up and call you mommy. The facade had fallen when Ji-tae was 5, but luckily most of your friends were long gone and those who remained hadn’t believed the facade for a second.

Jungkook, you’ve learned, has changed over the last decade.

And Jeon Jungkook has a daughter.

Jeon Jinah is five. She looked so much like Jungkook, so much so that you pondered how her mother looked. The Jeon genes were strong, you thought, as when it came to Ji-tae and Jinah, it appeared Jungkook gave birth to them himself.

Meeting Jinah for the first time had sent a shiver up your spine, the resemblance to your own son was uncanny. Her eyes are dark like Jungkook’s and Ji-Tae’s. Her stare appeared cold when her father introduced you to her. She peered up at you as if alarmed by your presence.

Then, she smiled a smile that had your heart tugging. You knew that smile all too well.

 Maybe it was because she reminded you of the Jungkook you’ve known in high school. The boy whose eyes sparkled with innocence. The boy who was so caring and shy; nice and genuine. 

Maybe it was because the smile resembled that of your own son.

Jungkook watches the way Jinah takes your hand in both of her smaller ones, tugging you into her bedroom. He notices the way your eyes roam around the large room, marvelling at how high the ceilings were and how large the bed was for a small child like her. The closet had to be as big as your own bedroom, and she even had a bigger bed than you did. 

Jungkook lingers in the doorway as his daughter speaks to you. She rambles, speaking without taking a break. She shows you everything in her room  - the expensive tea cups that Jungkook bought that surely weren’t kid friendly as they were decorative glass from Europe. Behind one door, is a second closet, only she tells you it’s for her dolls. You’re almost jealous of the toys when she shows you the clothing, all designer brands you couldn’t pronounce.

After a month, you realized that you appeared to be working for her instead of her father. How you managed to juggle between Ji-tae, who had training every day after school, to Ji-nah was something you yourself couldn’t comprehend.

Jungkook had given you one of his many cars to drive where you picked her up from the home - the same home you also had a key and security codes to. 

Jeon Jinah has a strict schedule, you noticed, and you began to realize that Ji-tae inherited more from Jungkook than you. 

Each day, you’d come an hour before Ji-nah was set to wake up to prepare her school lunch and breakfast.The first day, Jinah insisted that you eat with her and Jungkook, who only began work after his daughter was in school. Everyday since then, it’s become a routine - only because your son soon insisted on his own strict schedule; morning run, protein shake with breakfast, then to school where he often took the bus to.

After breakfast, you would get Jinah ready for school. That consisted of helping her with her school uniform and doing her hair in whatever style she preferred - on Wednesdays she wore pigtails. 

As Jinah was in school, you accompanied Jungkook to the office. The first day, he had given you everything you needed that concerned the girl. Her doctors numbers and emergency contacts outside of his own. Her preferred fruits and vegetables and snacks - he was as organized as you remembered him.

After school, you were surprised to learn that Jinah also did gymnastics. Obviously, it was also a gene she and your son had to inherit from Jungkook. Three days out of the week, she trained in a luxury studio you could never afford yourself. The following two days were ballet and on Saturdays, recitals.

You couldn’t stop the feeling that everything, especially after another month, has become…domestic. You told yourself it was because of Jungkook. In the mornings, he would brew coffee as you made breakfast. He finds watching you shape the pancakes for Jinah in little hearts - simply because she enjoyed it - fascinating. He wouldn’t tell you, but he was expecting you to be bad at this. However, you adapted to the role naturally.

Jungkook was touchier, holding your hips as he passed you or even kissing you at times; actions you never questioned him about.

Maybe it was when Jinah had her last recital at the end of the month when you felt the domestication at its highest. Jungkook had insisted you sit with him instead of being backstage as you always had. His arm circles around your waist and he’d whisper in your ear ever so often about nothing in particular that it had the hair on your neck rising.

Or, possibly now. Jinah is in bed and she asks you if you could stay with her for the night. Sure, she wakes up with you there, but it isn’t the same. In the short amount of time, you understood what Jungkook meant on the first day of him feeling as though she needed a woman. You only agreed because Ji-tae himself wasn’t home and instead was with his friend for the night.

Jungkook doesn’t tell you about the cameras he has in his home. The one he watches you through frequently. Even now as he sits at his desk, the night sky and city lights surrounding him, he hears the way his daughter pleads for you to stay the night with her. He watches the way you get into the large bed and hold her close.

Jungkook continues to watch until he finds that he’s watched for hours. His ears perk when your phone rings and you struggle to get it without waking Ji-nah. He hears you murmuring on the phone; “Tae, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook didn’t know who Tae was.

“I’m working now.” you say, voice low but he can hear you perfectly fine. “Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, too.”

You’re asleep when Jungkook gets home late that night. Usually, you’d be up waiting for him to return so you could go. He doesn’t bother you. Instead, he allows you to sleep as he closes the door and makes his way down the hallway to his own bedroom. His mind ponders on who’s Tae - a boyfriend? Would you have fucked him if you had one? Surely he wouldn’t know - there isn’t anything hinting that you were in a relationship. 

Yet, you tell this person that you loved him. That you’ll see him tomorrow.

Jungkook finds that he doesn’t care - not deeply at least. After all, in a way, he owns you now more than ever.

The domestication doesn’t end there. As a month turns to several months, you begin to ponder on your relationship with Jungkook. It wasn’t professional in the slightest - the sex was the main indicator. Sleeping with your boss wasn’t ideal, but you never denied him when he made advances, partly because you understood your place. He was correct when he said you’d let him.

You understood that you had to keep Jungkook happy. Keeping Jungkook happy meant that Ji-tae could have whatever he needed and more. It meant that you could save the hefty amount of funds Jungkook gave you for your son, a college fund you always told yourself you would start. It meant that you could make on time payments for his gymnastics and pay the fees needed when championships arrived.

But the more you worked under Jungkook, the more you began to question what it was that he had you doing. You, Jinah and him attending an amusement park wasn’t something you should be doing. It felt too personal, but you did simply because Jinah wanted you to. Her small hands in yours and Jungkook's. 

A part of you even wished your son could join.

“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes now.”

It’s Jungkook’s voice that gets you out of your thoughts.

You blink a few times before shaking your head. Your eyes glances at Jungkook. He was cooking, chopping up various vegetables, more than he usually would, but he wanted Jinah to try more. “What’s on your mind?”

You straighten your shoulders, turning your eyes away from him. It’s one of those rare occasions that Jungkook wasn’t at the office. Though you saw the man in various suits that served him well, or even naked as unprofessional as that was, you find that his relaxed attire was your favorite. His shirt is dark and loose and he’s wearing sweats that hang only a bit low on his waist.

“...I…”

Jinah is in her room and had been coloring when you walked down the hall to get her a snack. It was when you smelled the food and witnessed Jungkook in the kitchen that your mind wandered. 

“...you?” Jungkook raises a brow, giving you a glance before returning to cutting the vegetables. 

“Is that all the work you have for me?” you ask. In hindsight, this job was perfect. The pay, the benefits - it all was. But you couldn’t help but feel like this was just the calm before the storm.

“Do you want more work?” Jungkook asks cooly, not bothering to look up at you. “I thought Jinah and her energy would’ve drained you by now.”

You shake your head, even if his eyes weren't on you. You’ve dealt with Ji-tae for years and knew just how to deal with an energetic child.

“I love being around Jinah.” you admit. “It’s just…it doesn’t seem like work. I feel like a mom.”

Your lips curl shut.

Jungkook hums, the knife slicing against the cutting board. This time, he glances up at you just as the last piece of onion is diced. He places the knife down and offers a raised brow. 

“Is that a bad thing?”

You catch Jungkook’s eyes. They’re hard and unblinking, waiting for you to answer. 

“Is it a bad thing?” Jungkook repeats, a bit louder. “I could have you at the office doing boring paperwork, but instead you’re here.” Jungkook raises a hand to motion around his home. “I trust you enough to care for my daughter. You’re debt free…what more do you want?”

“I never said I wanted more.” you turn away from him. You didn’t even know what you were asking for. “Forget it.”

You make your way to the cupboard to find Jinah a snack. In a way, Jungkook is correct, there isn’t any more you could ask for. Your job was entirely too easy that it has you questioning what Jungkook’s plan was continuing further. 

Before you could turn around with the cookies you got for Jinah, Jungkook is behind you. You hadn’t seen him gather the vegetables into the boiling pot and set it to low. His hands are on your waist, lips against your neck.

“What if I told you I don’t have any intentions in letting you go?” Jungkook murmurs against your neck. 

You swallow, a shudder running up your spine. “And why is that?”

“Why would I?” Jungkook snorts. “I just got you back.”

Jungkook is kissing your neck now. Your lips part a bit. “13 years is a long time…” you trail off, a slight tremble in your voice. 

“It is, isn’t it?” Jungkook says against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. His hands roam upward slowly, going underneath your shirt. At the feel of his hands along the bare skin of your stomach, you let out a short breath. “A long time to still be hung up on one girl, right?”

Jungkook presses himself against you, his crotch grazing your ass. 

“You talk as if you’ve been waiting for me.” 

You lean back far enough for your back to touch Jungkook’s chest. You were a weakling, you think, fully submitting to Jungkook so easily with little fight. 

“Maybe I have.” responds Jungkook. His tongue glides against your neck.  “Maybe I am as pathetic as you once used to say.”

Jungkook’s fingers reach your bra. He slides them up until both of his hands are engulfing your breasts. Gently, he squeezes them, the sensation has your eyelids fluttering a bit.

“I think back to how you treated me back then - when it was just you and me.” Jungkook strokes his tongue upwards. “How much of a bitch you were to me and how much I liked it.” he murmurs, his voice lowering in just a way that has your thighs clenching. “When you called me pathetic…when you’d say I was lucky to have you do that to me.”

You lick your lips. Your right hand gently clenches the cookies in your palm. Jungkook begins to rut his hips into you.

“You were pathetic.” you respond without thinking. For a moment, you stop. Your eyes snap open and your heart jolts - you didn’t want to upset Jungkook. He was the one that held all the power between the two of you. You couldn’t risk your mother's words being right or your son worrying about you.

However, Jungkook doesn’t appear to be upset. If anything, your statement seems to excite him further. He whimpers in your ear, his hold on you growing tighter.

“And that’s why I kept on.” you continue. “I wanted to see how far you’d let me go.”

“You knew I liked you.”

It isn’t a question. Jungkook wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was in his youth.

“I knew you liked me.” you nod. “That’s what made it more fun. I liked the flush look on your cheeks when I’d bend over.”

Jungkook squeezes your breast, his breath hitching - he remembers those days too. The first time you were wearing bright yellow panties that he thought about the rest of the day. So much so that the first thing he did when he got home was cum right into his hands at the thought of them; an action that left him feeling utterly disgusting afterwards.

“I liked when you’d stutter when I spoke to you. How you’d do whatever I wanted you to.”

Jungkook’s right hand lets go of your breast and slides them down - lower and lower - until they’re forcing its way into your pants.

“You were such a pervert, too.” you gasp when Jungkook’s fingers fingers your clothed clit. This was happening entirely too fast, but the both of you were enthralled, forgetting where you’re at. “Doing anything I told you to.”

“You knew I would.” Jungkook breaths as he twirls his fingers over the fabric. 

“I was only teasing when I told you to smell my panties.” you giggle - which is soon followed by a moan with how much pressure Jungkook is putting in rubbing. “But you did it like the perverted little boy you were.”

“Stop acting like you didn’t like it.” Jungkook jerks his hips once more, his bulge hardened. “You liked how perverted I was. Isn’t that what made you jump on my cock?”

You gasp, Jungkook’s fingers finding their way between the moist fabric of your panties and planting themselves right on your clit. 

“Maybe…” you swallow, your head falling back. He twirls his fingers roughly. “...I felt sorry for you.”

It’s a lie and you know it. You did like how perverted Jungkook was for you and you alone. 

“Is that so?” Jungkook hisses. Another squeeze to your breast. “Is that why you told me I felt so good inside of you?”

Your eyes squeeze shut. Jungkook didn’t forget a second of that day - and it was only one time. Sometimes he thinks how many other times he could’ve had you if he hadn’t slipped up and admitted he loved you. It’s the reason why he doesn’t intend on letting you go anywhere now - making up for lost times, he tells himself.

Jungkook doesn’t know those feelings he felt for you all those years ago were reciprocated.

“Daaad!”

Instantly, Jungkook removes himself from you at the sound of Jinah’s voice. Her feet sound immediately after, paddling down the hall. You stumble, but catch yourself before you could fall. 

Jinah enters the kitchen seconds later, eyes bright and wide and a smile on her lips. 

“Jiji…” Jungkook trails off, looking at the small girl. “...remember what I said about coming in here while I’m cooking?”

Jinah nods her head. She’s holding a paper in her hands. “Accidents.” she murmurs. “Look!”

You turn, cookies in hand as Jinah shows what she has colored to Jungkook.

Jungkook is already rounding the corner, a tint to his cheeks. He washes his hands, eyes flickering to you for a mere moment before turning back to Jinah.

“That’s amazing.” Jungkook says, smiling down at his daughter. You watch him, unsure why you find him to be cute whenever he speaks to Jinah. He isn’t cocky, he isn’t demanding. He’s just Jungkook. 

“It’s me and you and,” Jinah turns to you, pointing at her with her left hand. “Y/N!”

“I see.” Jungkook takes the paper from Jinah’s small hands. “And a dog…” he chuckles, his eyes flickering to the small blob at the corner of the page. “Want to see?” 

Jungkook is speaking to you now. He furrows his brows.

“Y-Yeah.” you stutter. Your feet work for you, paddling towards Jungkook and Jinah. “Wow,” you say, your voice raising like it always did whenever you talk to her - or to small children in general. “It’s so nice.”

Jinah beams up at you and Jungkook in a way that has your heart jolting.

“Let’s go hang this up.” you speak to Jinah. “Right along with the other ones.”

Jungkook allows you to take the crayon drawing from his hands, avoiding his eyes. Then, Jinah takes your hand in her smaller ones and drags you down the hall, far more excited than he’s ever seen her before.

In Jungkook’s eyes, as a young teenager going through far too many hormones and emotions, you could do no wrong. It didn’t matter that he did almost all of your work and expected nothing in return - because your attention was enough. 

Jungkook realized that you were becoming a bad habit - one that had him skipping classes whenever you asked. You and he would sit right behind the school, an area secluded by tall trees and shade that left the two of you completely hidden. He recalls that this was one of his favorite memories of you. Before you had mounted him, wrapping your bare pussy around his cock and he uttered those words, you’d tease him right here.

Still, your friends didn’t know and Jungkook was positive they never would. You were his secret, one he would take to the grave with him if it meant that he could remain as such. 

“You are such a cutie without your glasses.” you’d tell him, removing the frames from him and offering a low grin, your lips glistening with gloss. You begin to chew calmly, as if savoring the minty gum in your mouth. Your lips sparkle with the right amount of shine underneath the shade.

You always thought that even with said glasses, Jungkook was handsome. “I bet all the girls tell you that.”

You’re teasing him, you always do. “I don’t talk to other girls.” he’d say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that you’d never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only. 

“How come?” you asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t tell me you actually like me?” you giggled, this time instead of hovering above him, you take a seat right in his lap. Your skirt is short, as is every girl in your friend group, and it rides up when you sit. “You’re like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.”

Jungkook swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. His pants are just as thin as your panties and he feels it all. He stiffens, his cock growing embarrassingly hard as the seconds roll by, and he knows you feel it, too. 

“I was right.” you giggled, tilting your head to look at him. His tinted cheeks are as cute as him, as was the humiliated expression on his face. “You can be so pathetic at times, you know?”

Softly, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he agrees silently.

You watch Jungkook closely, your eyes trailing across his face. To his rosy lips, soft eyes, to the sharpness of his jawline. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didn’t want him to become like the other boys in school.

You lean closer to Jungkook, your crotch rubbing against him. He lets out a soft whimper at the friction. His lips part, his eyes widening as he watches you. You’re chewing the gum, this time flattening said gum along your teeth, pushing your tongue through and blowing. It pops in his face, a breeze of mint tickling his nose.

“That’s okay, Kookie,” you tell him, both of your hands settling onto his face. He could die right here, he remembered thinking, and he would be fine with that - right underneath you and in your full control “I always wanted a dog.”

Your lips fall onto his and instantly, he tastes the coconut gloss. Your tongue forces his lips apart without a fight, your tongue sliding across his possessively until he feels soft, sticky texture against his own lips. Your hips jut so softly, teasing his hardened cock against you that he’s positive you’re toying with him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

When you pull away, Jungkook inhales and nearly chokes when the gum threatens to go down his throat.

“Excuse me -Y/N!”

You stop in your tracks at the sound of your name. You turn around with knitted brows. You’re holding a box that’s full to the brim with different envelopes and paper, all assigned for you to organize - only because Jungkook had nothing else for you to do while Jinah was at school. Currently, he’s in a work meeting just down the hall and in view, the windows showcasing the amount of people and possible investors inside. 

“Oh,” you offer a smile at the man. Ren is his name. He sports a soft smile your way, pushing a black cart in front of him. “hello Ren. How are you?”

“Great!” Ren exclaims. “I noticed the box you’re holding is full. Need a hand?”

Ren is one of the many assistants here that do whatever they’re told. Coffee runs to answering phones to scheduling meetings. He is indeed pushing a cart that appears to have different arrays of office supplies. “Stocking up?”

Ren nods, going around the cart to take the box from your hands. He places it on top of his cart, pushing aside a stack of papers. “Sasha likes fresh inked pens every other day.” he states. “Kaede goes through paper like crazy, so he needs his printer to be stocked daily; insane right?”

You walk besides Ren as he makes his way down the hall. With each step, the conference room comes into view. Behind it, Jungkook is speaking, using his hands to motion as he does so. You ponder what he’s talking about, but you and Jungkook rarely speak of work.

“How is it working for the big boss?” Ren questions. “He scares me.”

You glance Ren’s way, snorting. “Jungkook scares you?” you ask, tone a bit teasing. However, as your mind thinks further into it, it was obvious why Ren would find Jungkook intimidating, especially when he was a small fish compared to the shark that was Jeon Jungkook.

“You…” Ren trails off, brown eyes widening a bit. “...call him by his name? He allows that?”

Your cheeks warm at the realization, now remembering that you were the only one that didn’t speak to Jungkook professionally. You didn’t want what you were doing behind the scenes to be outed and have everyone suspecting you fucked your way into a job - even if that’s exactly what you did.

“Mr. Jeon and I go way back!” you say quickly just as you were about to pass the conference room. For a moment, behind the glass, Jungkook looks your way. His eyes glance between you, then Ren, then back to you. “We went to the same high school.”

You take your eyes away from Jungkook to focus back on Ren.

“Oh.” Ren sighs out in what you swore was relief. “I see. You two must be good friends then.”

You and Ren stop at the elevator, your destination, the top floor where Ren’s never stepped foot in. He wonders if he was even allowed without Mr. Jeon present, but you step inside just as the doors open and motion for him to follow you. Once inside, he straightens his shoulders.

“Working with Mr. Jeon isn’t all that bad. He’s very punctual, but I suppose I understand why others might find him scary.”

The elevator moves, going higher and higher.

“Yeah.” Ren murmurs. “We don’t really cross paths often, but when we do it’s…” Ren hums. “...he seems very powerful, in a way.”

You snicker. “Really? You speak of him as if he’s some type of super villain.”

Ren himself chuckles, a tint growing on his cheeks. “I mean, he is powerful. Super wealthy and still so young. We all work directly under him in this company that he’s built. I suppose I would say I find him admirable.”

The elevator dings just as Ren finishes talking. As the door opens, Ren’s eyes widen at the luxurious sight; the same way you had when you first entered the same office months prior.

 Your heels click as you step inside. “You can just put the box on my desk over there.” you tell Ren. “And, I know what you mean. Mr. Jeon is admirable…”

Ren pushes the cart into the office, the sudden feeling of being under dressed overcomes him. Suddenly, his shoes weren’t shiny enough, his shirt not the correct quiet luxury brand that he knows Mr. Jeon wears. 

“What was he like in Highschool?” Ren questions. He grasps the box and does what you tell him to. 

Ren is young, you note, and if you had to guess, possibly fresh out of college. You ponder if this was his first “real” job where he wishes to climb the corporate ladder. He still has a bit of a baby face, his eyes containing the twinkling sense of hope that died for you years ago.

You blink a few times, your mind drifting back to the quiet kid in the back of the class that was Jeon Jungkook. Shy, timid and though not a loner, only contained a small group of friends around him. 

“Smart.” you respond. “Always the top of our classes. He’s helped me a lot with my own work.” you admit, that warm feeling coming back to your cheeks. “It isn’t surprising that he has all of this.” you wave your hand around, gesturing to not only the office, but to the entire company. 

“You and him were good friends?”

Ren himself thinks maybe he’s asking too many personal questions, but you hadn’t glared at him yet like others had. During his time working for this company there was only a selected few who actually treated him kindly, you being one of them.

“We…lost touch after high school.” you avoid answering the question on whether you and Jungkook were friends. Could you call it that? You used Jungkook like a tool and he allowed it, hiding whatever “relationship” you and he had from your friends.

What would you tell Ren? ‘Yes, Mr. Jeon and I go way back that I even had a secret child with him who to this day he has no idea about!’ It wasn’t idealistic.

The elevator dings again. Ren turns his head to the sound, his eyes widening when Mr. Jeon steps through. 

“Sir,” Ren bows his head a bit, his hands gripping the metal cart.

Jungkook blinks towards Ren. His eyes then trail towards you. “How’s the filing coming along?” he questions. 

“Just about to get started.” you murmur, glancing back towards Ren behind Jungkook. “Ren was helping me bring it up here.”

Ren blinks, panic flowing through him when Jungkook turns back to him. “Oh.” is all the older man says. 

“I’ll be taking my leave, Sir. Y/N.” Ren murmurs. He can feel his palms growing sweaty at being far too close to Mr. Jeon. 

“You do that.” Jungkook says as he steps deeper into his office. He rounds his desk to sit down.

You glance at Ren as he enters the elevator. The door shuts before you could say your own farewells. You couldn’t shake off the sudden uneasy feeling that clouds the office, but you otherwise don’t say anything about it.

The next hour is met in silence as you do your job - filing paperwork, making copies and even scheduling in your work laptop. Jungkook himself is silent, typing away at his computer. He hadn’t said a word the entire time and you weren’t sure if that was good or not.

“What were you and Ren talking about?”

Another hour had passed when Jungkook had spoken. You look up from your laptop to offer him a glance. 

“You.” you answer.

“What about me?” Jungkook scoffs. 

“He finds you admirable.” you squint your eyes his way. “Asked what it was like working alongside you.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything further, so you do.

“He reminds me of you.” you say truthfully, glancing back to your screen. You continue to type. “Back in Highschool. He still has that sparkle in his eyes.”

“Ah,” Jungkook hums. “you like that, don’t you?”

You stop typing. Slowly,  your eyes trail up to Jungkook from  your own desk. Your eyes connect with his.

“What does that mean?” you question.

Jungkook shrugs one shoulder. “You like that sparkle in his eyes.” he states coolly. “It’s like you have a radar for pathetic beings to take advantage of.”

“Excuse me?” you hiss, eyes widening at his words. 

“What, Y/N, are you going to fuck him next?” Jungkook snickers. “Are you going to ruin that sparkle he has in his eyes, too?”

You bite the inside of your cheek until it throbs. Your hands clench slowly. “What is this about?” you murmur dangerously low. “Are you jealous…of Ren?”

Jungkook scoffs before laughing entirely. “Please, Y/N.”

You close your laptop, glaring eyes piercing right through Jungkook. “I think you are.” you shrug. “Maybe through Ren you see what you once were.”

Jungkook doesn’t find anything funny anymore. He watches you push back your chair and stand.

“After all these years, you’re still upset about what happened in high school.” 

Jungkook’s eyes dance down your figure. “Where are you going?” he questions as he witnesses you gathering your items. 

“For lunch.” you state. “Maybe I’ll ask Ren if he wants to go anywhere-”

“You’re going to get that boy fired.” Jungkook spats. He stands, rounds his desk and stalks towards you. “Sit-”

You push yourself away from Jungkook as he grasps your arm. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“And you’re the bitch who lives a good life because of me.” Jungkook hisses right back. “You don’t get paid to flirt in front of my face. Is that the reason you asked for ‘more work’.”

“Flirting…flirting in your face?” you snap, now genuinely appalled by his words.

At least you were right, you think, Jungkook was jealous. To think someone like him with the amount of endless money and resources would be jealous of someone that found him admirable.

“Even with all this money and power you have, Kook, you’re still the same pathetic loser who I fucked and left all those years ago and nothing is going to change that.”

You stiffen at your own words. You didn’t mean to say it aloud - or at all -  you were just upset. Only your mother knew how to pinch a nerve in you like that, and now Jungkook was jabbing that same nerve repeatedly.

Immediately, you squeeze your eyes shut and mentally curse at yourself. It was a sensitive topic  for not only Jungkook, but for you, as well. When you were triggered, you’d resort back to the person you once was -  a total bitch. Those words had your mind flashing rapidly - to the look on Jungkook’s face when you opened his letter, to those words your mother spoke to you; “I wanted you to be more than just a pretty face. Look at you now.”

 “I didn’t mean-”

“Yes you did, Y/N. That’s okay.” Jungkook interrupts. At first, upon hearing the lack of malice in his voice, you thought maybe he was telling the truth.  “You think you can do better without me?”

Jungkook’s voice is dangerously low. When your eyes flutter open, he’s directly in front of you. Those dark round eyes of his are hard, piercing right through you.

“You think…”

You yelp when Jungkook’s hand slams into your head, yanking a fist full of your hair. 

“...you could do any better than what I give you? I may be the same pathetic loser, but you’re still the whore that needs my help.”

Jungkook presses himself against your body. Maybe it’s the way your eyes glared at him after you called him pathetic, or maybe it was just the words - whatever it was, it caused his cock to harden. Your words rang true to the core. Deep down inside, even with all the money and notoriety he’s gained remains the same boy who was shy and reserved. The boy who followed your every word - the boy who was still stuck on you for years to come.

You inhale through your nose, taking a deep breath. You and Jungkook lock eyes, neither of you speaking but the both of you seething - and entirely a bit too aroused by the other. What you and Jungkook had going on wasn’t ethical, but it was good. Even if you weren’t sure where it was going to lead to. 

“The whore you fell in love with.” you murmur, your own eyes hardening. “What does that say about you, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook’s throats make a noise. He’s less angered now, finding the way you’re looking at him far too appealing. His grip in your hair softens. 

“Do you still love me?” you ask rather boldly. It’s fast, but your eyes flicker to his lips, the beauty mark underneath said lips was something you always found cute, as weird as it sounded. “After all these years, Mr. Jeon?” your voice softens, teasing him further. “I bet after I broke your pathetic little heart, you tried to find me in every woman you’ve been with since then, huh?”

Jungkook licks his lips. Maybe your words were harsh - true, however - and it was weird, but he finds that his cock is twitching in his pants right now. Your eyes are glaring daggers into him with such anger and annoyance, but yet you’re still so beautiful. So alluring that he bucks his hips into you further.

“And none of them satisfied that itch that you obviously still have for me.”

Your hand reaches up to touch his hand that’s still in your hair. Jungkook’s throat makes another noise, a whimper that notifies not only him, but you, that you were far too correct. 

“Admit you’re jealous.”

Jungkook furrows a brow, asking a silent question.

“Of Ren.” you murmur, slowly removing Jungkook’s tattooed hand from your head. Your thumb caresses the top of said hand, eyes watching Jungkook. 

“I can never be jealous of someone who couldn’t take you from me.” Jungkook speaks coolly. “I’m pathetic but not incompetent. You’re right where you want to be. Where I want you to be.”

It’s weird that Jungkook has a switch to him. How he could freely admit that he was so pathetically down bad for you while also being so confident that whatever he felt you also reciprocated. 

“How can you be so certain this is where I want to be?” you raise an eyebrow. “I could just be using you until I get bored.”

You aren’t expecting a low smirk to form onto Jungkook’s rosy lips. Sure, you aren’t too serious - it was just playful banter. But still, you wanted the man to gravel at your feet, not match your pettiness.

“You’re good for that, aren’t you?” Jungkook murmurs. “You want to hear me say that I’m jealous of another man to stroke your own ego, huh?”

Jungkook removes his hand from your own to place it onto your cheek. His thumb places itself on your lips, tracing it slowly. The closeness of the both of you causes heat to radiate off of one another. You can feel his bulge against you, the heartbeat between your legs only growing with each passing second.

“You aren’t leaving me.” 

Unblinking are Jungkook’s eyes as he speaks; straight to the point. He doesn’t budge an inch, his closeness radiating even more heat that flows throughout your entire body underneath his gaze.

Jungkook is serious, but the way you hear it is not the way he intends. Your mind hears Jungkook’s “you aren’t leaving me” as if it's something you couldn’t afford to do. No, it wasn’t that at all. What Jungkook truly means is he wasn’t going to allow you to leave him again like you had all those years ago; shut him out and go your separate ways. Not again - not ever.

“You can’t stop me.”

And of course you spoke. You couldn’t help yourself. The smug look on Jungkook’s (handsome) face was enough for you to want to prove him wrong.

“If I wanted to leave, I could.” you continue. “Just be happy I haven’t yet.”

“But you aren’t going to.” Jungkook says, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck. 

Your lips part, a soft breath passing through as Jungkook’s palm cups your neck, fingers digging ever so gently into it.

“Did you think I was joking with you when I said that you’ll do as I say?”

With a free hand, Jungkook grasps your waist to bring you closer to him. His grip on your neck tightens. 

“Before, I gave you a bit of a choice.” Jungkook murmurs, bringing himself closer to you. His nose grazes yours softly. “Now, however, I’m not.”

Jungkook’s lips are the softest pair of lips you ever tasted. You learned that though he was a man, he had a thorough routine that left his skin soft, his hair silky and smooth and his lips soft.

Even if your body craved for Jungkook that left an aching heartbeat between your legs, it’s your own will that pushes the man away - even if he didn’t go far. A slap sounds throughout the office so loud and sudden that it stuns even you.

Jungkook’s stinging cheek doesn’t upset him - no, the opposite. He’s even more excited by your action that he almost asks you to do it again.

“You talk as if I belong to you.” your eyes squint at the man.

“You do.” Jungkook responds without a second passing. “I’ll be damned if someone else gets to fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”

Jungkook’s hand finding their way into your skirt in a manner of seconds has you yelping. He cups your pussy, the heartbeat only growing more rapid. Your thighs clench around his hand for a moment, your reaction giving yourself away.

“You’re just a stubborn bitch is all, Y/N. You always have been.” Jungkook chuckles, licking his lips. “But I’m not a little boy who’s afraid of a challenge. You like to be chased,” he shrugs his shoulders, so nonchalant and cool. “so I’ll let you run.”

You hate how Jeon Jungkook makes your body feel - so warm and weak that your thighs tremble with anticipation. He has a hold on you that he’s never truly had before and that thought both frightens and excites you.

“I’ve had a long day so far.”

Jungkook’s fingers rub against your clothed pussy until the fabric grows damp with arousal.

“Meetings after meetings,” Jungkook licks his lips before continuing. “and at the end of it all, I come to you for relaxation. But all you’ve given me was attitude.”

“We aren’t going to rewrite history.” you murmur, because it’s the only way you could say it without your voice cracking. “You started with me.”

“I did.” Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards, attempting to avoid the smirk that would surely send you into a rage. “What do you want me to say, Y/N? That I was jealous?” he questions, adding more pressure to his rubs, his gaze hardening on your face for any ounce of expression. “You talking to Ren, no matter how much of a downgrade he is from me-”

You roll your eyes. Not completely out of pure annoyance from Jungkook’s audacity, but also because your pussy was growing wetter with each passing moment. 

“-reminds me of when you’d do the same all those years ago. Toy with me just to go back to living your life.”

“You want me to apologize, Kookie?” your voice is so breathy; so full of need. Your eyes flutter a bit. “That you’re so insecure that even someone you deemed lesser than you has the possibility of stealing me away.”

Jungkook chuckles. He knows that you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Your degrading words are so sweet to his ears - they always have been. Instead of responding, his fingers dig into your panties and push them aside. He slides said fingers right on through and gathers more than enough of your juices all over him.

“You have the sweetest pussy, you know?” Jungkook continues to slide his invasive fingers until he finds your entrance. “She always gets nice and wet for me, too.”

You’re hoisted right against your desk, Jungkook pushing himself right between your thighs so you don’t have the chance to close them. He begins to pump inside of you as your gummy walls squeeze around him so sweetly.

“Cat got your tongue?” Jungkook leans closer. “Where did all that mouth go, baby? You know I like when you talk shit to me.”

Jungkook’s palm rubs against your clit as his fingers drill inside of you. You can feel your own hips buckling into him, a tiny part of your mind telling you to fight back, but your body wouldn’t listen.

“Oh, I forgot.” Jungkook snorts. “You know when to shut the fuck up when I’m inside you, right?”

Your pussy squelches so loud, as if responding for him before you had the chance to. It’s what he truly loves about you, amongst other things.

You cum hard around Jungkook’s fingers that you’re a trembling mess, but even then he replaces them with something bigger. He doesn’t hold back, either, as he plunges his cock deep inside of you. He does it so needily, as if proving an unspoken point. 

The desk creaks beneath you, but it’s just added noise along with the grunts, moans, whimpers and slapping skin. 

Your legs wrap around Jungkook, your hands snatching his expensive shirt to pull him closer to you. Your foreheads touch right as you capture his lips, an action he adores whenever he’s deep inside your pussy.

The kiss is just as lewd as the fucking is, saliva pooling from the corner of your mouth as your tongue fights against his, your squeezing cunt caging him in. Jungkook feels like he’s sinking deeper and deeper into you entirely, the world around him blurring until all he could focus on is you.

“-don’t stop~” you whimper against Jungkook’s lips.

“I’m not.” Jungkook grunts. “I waited all day to cum inside of you.”

You fall back against your desk and that allows Jungkook enough time to rip your own buttoned shirt open. He shoves your bra down just enough for him to grasp a fist full of your bouncing breast.

“You take me so well, baby.” groans Jungkook, your hardened nipple right against his palm. “If only you could see the way you look right now.”

You whine - because the way Jungkook looks now right above you is just as amazing. A bit of sweat lined his forehead, dark eyes clouded with lustful purpose. His perfectly trimmed eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.

“You’re so handsome, Kookie~” you moan, the pits of your stomach churning. “To think you’ve gone from the pathetic little boy who’d hump my leg if I asked, to a man.”

Jungkook’s breathing hitches, his palms tightening on your breast. Your words get a rise out of him, one that has his hand wrapping around your neck firmly. “Yeah?” he snorts. “I’m not that same boy.”

“You are.” your body squirms, his cock drilling deeper and deeper that you’re surprised you can even form words still. “Still so pathetic.”

Jungkook’s tip hits right at your cervix, so hot and merciless. Your squelching pussy enjoys every assaulting second of it. 

“And yet here you are,” Jungkook barks back. “allowing me to use your pussy to my liking. You’re just as pathetic as me, baby.”

“I never said I wasn’t.” you spat back, followed by a string of curses that has your stomach sinking in. Then, your bratty tone changes entirely and you mewl out a  “I’m cumming!”

“I know you are, baby. Let it go.” Jungkook chuckles, ramming his cock in you; deep, filthy and sloppy. 

Your cunt is sopping, a creamy white ring decorates his cock. He grumbles to himself at the sight of you - then at the audacity to think that he’d ever let you leave him again. The past several months he had grown accustomed to your presence in his office and his home - and his bedroom. He enjoyed the lingering aroma of your perfume that stuck to him that got him through until he saw you next.

Jungkook liked to think he was a territorial man, not a jealous one. He knew how you were with those you deemed lesser than you - and Ren was exactly that. A weakling with sparkling eyes and full of hopefulness; eager to please anyone around him. It didn’t disgust Jungkook entirely until he saw the man and you made your way up the elevator.

Again, Jungkook was territorial, and he’d be damned if he allowed you to demean and walk all over a man that wasn’t him. 

Your body shudders entirely, twitching underneath Jungkook’s pumping cock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your body twitching due to overstimulation. His hand is wrapped firmly around your neck, not letting you go until he’s had enough of you.

And after all you’ve said to him, you’re sure he was claiming dominance over you.

“You look so pretty like this, baby. Fucked out, whimpering…”

Your gummy walls continue to consume him entirely, bringing him in deeper and deeper. The desk scraps aggressively underneath you. The slapping of his skin against yours is an added base, one he couldn’t get enough of. 

“I still have another meeting to get to,” Jungkook groans, his eyes hardening. He could take you another 3 times if he could just to show you how serious he is about claiming you as his.  “but tonight I want you in my bed.”

Jungkook lets go of your neck to trail his hand down your body and right between your legs. His thumb presses at your clit and he circles the bud, licking his lips at how your thighs clench.

“Slow d-down!” you stutter, but the way your pussy squeezes him tells Jungkook that you love the way he’s touching you. “It’s too much.”

“You can handle it.” Jungkook chuckles. “It feels better when we cum together, baby, and you’ve already came twice.”

Your lower back arches as your hands reach out to grasp onto anything for support. Your rolling eyes has Jungkook far too smug because it was him who was doing this to you. It was him who had you completely fucked out and creaming all over his cock like the slut you’ve always been. 

Him, Jungkook thinks. He finds that he often dwells in the past and thinks of the “what if’s”. What if he hadn’t ruined things between the two of you - would you have continued to see him? Even if it was just as an outlet for you to demean and taunt him. Would you have grown to like him as something more?

Now, Jungkook finds that living in the past and constantly thinking of the “what if’s” would do nothing for him. Instead, he had to see what you and he could be in the present - and right now, more than anything, you were his.

“-too much!” you squeal, your squelching pussy growing louder and louder. There isn’t any use in closing your legs as Jungkook isn’t allowing it - not until you’re cumming all over him again. The pleasure is intense and painful, your body trembling right on top of the desk pathetically.

“I know you can handle it, baby.” Jungkook grumbles, his eyes dancing between your creamy pussy to your face. “Where’s the slut with the bitchy attitude?”

Jungkook himself isn’t going to last much longer. 

Jungkook catches your eyes fluttering open, glossy and lustful, stare right at him. 

“Ah, theeeerrree she is.” Jungkook smirks. He adds pressure to your wet clit. “

“Fu-uck you.” you breathe right before cumming yet again, just as pleasured as before but this time with added pain due to the overstimulation. Goosebumps litter your skin, your head falling back against the desk.

“Fuck~” Jungkook hisses, shooting hot, sticky cum right inside of you. 

Jungkook falls on top of you, his cock continuing to twitch until there is nothing left. His head is in your chest, listening as your heart beats erratically, your breathing hitched.

“I-”

Jungkook is cut off. The elevator began to sound and that only meant one thing. “What the fuck?” he hisses, annoyed. He removes himself from you. “Why did Lei let someone up without informing me first?”

Jungkook pulls his pants up and tightens his belt. “Maybe it’s Lei herself.” he murmurs to himself. His eyes look down at you and whistles. “Get dressed, baby. Don’t want her to see how good I’ve fucked you, right?”

The elevator continues to ding, indicating that it’s drawing nearer and nearer.

You button up your shirt with trembling hands. You find your panties on the ground and scramble to pull them up and attempt to make yourself presentable. “I fucking hate you sometimes.” you hiss at Jungkook.

“Yeah, I bet you do.” Jungkook retorts. 

You roll your eyes and run a hand over your head. Your hair was now frizzy, your once neat but now appearing entirely fucked up. 

“I’m serious. I don’t want Lei to think-”

“That you’re fucking me?” Jungkook interrupts. “Fucking your boss?”

Jungkook rounds the corner and sits back at his desk. He sends a sly smirk your way.

“Maybe I should fuck you in front of everyone-”

“Jungkook-”

The elevator sounds before the doors open. You straighten your shoulders, waiting for Lei to walk through.

Only Lei doesn’t walk through.

Your eyes widen and your body runs cold.

“Tae?” you murmur at the sight of your son. His eyes glance around the office. He appears much like you did when you first arrived. “What…w-what are you doing here?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows knit. His mind racks in his mind. Tae…

Ji-tae.

Jungkook’s eyes watch as the younger boy steps into the office. It’s eerily silent on your end.

“Ma,” Ji-tae responds. “grandmother told me you worked here.”

Ma, Jungkook thinks. The words ring through his ears over and over again. His eyes drag towards you. You’re entirely stiff, your eyes wide and from here he notes, a bit glossy.

“Why aren’t you in school?” you swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath. “H-How did you even get-”

“Got out early.” Ji-tae responds. His eyes glance to Jungkook to find the older man is already staring at him. “I’ve passed all my finals and didn’t need to be there.”

Your own eyes look towards Jungkook. Your heart jolts when, at the exact moment, his eyes dart back to you. That look in his eyes; that of realization. He’s done the calculation in his head, and even if he hadn’t, Ji-tae looked far too much like him for the man to not put it together.

Ji-tae’s eyes scans your appearance. His eyes squint just a bit. 

“Let me take you home.” your knees feel weak when you walk towards your desk and grab your bag. 

“You didn’t tell me you had a son.”

Jungkook rises from his seat. Ji-tae’s eyes glanced at him once more. 

“I’m going to take him home.” you don’t look Jungkook’s way. You needed to get out of this situation immediately. “I-I’ll be-”

“Am I interrupting?”

Jungkook furrows his brows at the younger boy. He wasn’t talking to you, but to him. 

“Of course not.” your heels click against the ground as you make your way towards Ji-tae. 

“You must be smart to pass all of your finals so early on.”

Your trembling hand wraps around your son's wrist. 

Jungkook thinks it’s like staring into a mirror when he looks at Ji-tae, the younger boy's glaring eyes staring right back at him.

“Yeah.” is all Ji-tae says as you tug him towards the elevator. You press the button and nearly shove your son inside with you. 

“Y/N” Jungkook calls just as you press the button to the lobby. “we’ll talk another time.”

Jungkook watches the way your eyes meet his as the elevator doors closes.

trivia-yandere: okay… 👁️ so what are we thinking?? like ofc this isnt the og version i was going with but like, i actually like the drama of a secret kid that a few ppl suggested. soap opera vibes 🤪

You weren’t going to get caught - you were sure of it. Not only was the weekend, but this certain professor was never in his classroom outside of class hours.

Professor Jeon - named Jeon Jungkook - was young, close to his thirties. Most Professors are the same age as your parents or older, however Professor Jeon was no older than the students he taught. 

Professor Jeon wasn’t just young, but he was also dangerously handsome. You recall when he strutted through the door 10 minutes late, glasses hanging on his shirt holding a black briefcase. He had apologized profusely about being late and admitted that he overslept - and did a dramatic bow. 

When you laid eyes on Professor Jeon, dressed in a tight fitted v-neck shirt with fitted dress pants that showed just how tiny his waist was… you couldn’t concentrate in the slightest. Not when your Professor was a hot piece of ass and a total slut in what he was wearing.

The wooden door creaks when you open it. The sensor lights come on as you stroll in, closing the door behind you. Your heels click against the floors beneath you as you walk, echoing off of the empty classroom walls. 

The classroom has amazing bright lighting that would do good for your cam. You go towards Professor Jeon’s desk and release a short sigh. He had a few books stacked on top of one another that caught your eye. You go towards them and pick them up, placing your cell phone - that is fully charged and ready for this moment - on top. You stroll towards the array of desks and place the books on top of one. 

You throw your bag down on one of the seats after unzipping it. You’re a bit giddy at the thought of doing this here out of all places. You just know the tips that you were going to get were going to be insane - possibly the most you’d receive thus far!

When you decided  for this camshow, you were going to look the part of the slutty student - a sheer white top that’s tied at the end and too tight for it to not be inappropriate in formal settings. You aren’t wearing a bra so your nipples are hard against the shirt. Your skirt is plaid and short, your ass hanging out of the bottom of it and matching thigh high socks.

Most of your “fans” have fantasies - you managed to fulfil most of them. However, you had your own fantasy. You always got wet at the idea of public indecency and the thought of being caught. You, however, weren’t a complete idiot. You knew doing this would be marking it off your bucket list. However, you understood doing it during the weekend and after hours would be best. No one would be here besides the janitors, and knowing them, they were possibly off somewhere milking the clock.

You came prepared. You were fully intended on going all out - and clean up afterwards. Your bag had more than sex toys. You had towels, clorox wipes and even multi-purpose cleaner. You didn’t want Professor Jeon to come back to your cum all over his desk - how embarrassing.

“Heelllooo.” you sing-song once the live starts. Your phone is leaning against the stacks of books. The look of you through the camera is amazing - dark desk with Professor Jeon’s desk chair in the background. A large white board with the Philosophical messages written on it; it was truly a scene right out of a porn shoot.

“I told you all I always imagined fucking myself in this very classroom.” you take a few steps back to lean against Professor Jeon’s desk. You tilt your head cutesy-like - just how your viewers like. “And today…I’m going to do just that.”

Jungkook’s dress shoes click against the marble floor as he makes his way down the long hall. His glasses are low on his nose, one hand lazily in his pant pockets. He didn’t want to be here on an off day, but he was already behind on grading and if he procrastinated any more, his grades wouldn’t be in the system in time for finals.

So, like any other professionally responsible Professor does, he goes to do his job. He passed one janitor that was playing a game of Candy Crush on high volume. It echoes down the hall even as he reaches his classroom. From underneath the closed door, he witnesses light passing through. 

Jungkook furrows his eyes, but doesn’t think too much into it. Possibly another janitor is inside cleaning and actually doing their jobs.

Jungkook twists the handle and opens the door. Immediately, he stops in his tracks as his ears pick up moaning. 

Jungkook stops in the doorway, his head, ever so slowly, turns to where his desk sits. You, an average student with decent grades, is sitting on his desk. You’re dressed like a modern slut that he’d see in a cheap, oversaturated porno or on Halloween night. Your head is pushed back, mouth agape and releasing such pleasurable moans that his cock twitches at just the sound of it. Your eyes are squeezed shut and for a moment, he doesn’t hear the buzzing sounds.

Jungkook shuts the door behind him slowly, his eyes zoning in on you and then glancing towards the desk where your camera lays against a stack of his books. 

You were recording this? Jungkook licks his lips, a bit ashamed at how hot he thought this was. Of course, this was utterly disrespectful and unacceptable, but he was just a man himself. He watches useless porn that excites him in the moment, and disgusts it once he cums all over himself. 

And now, witnessing the way the rough vibrator lays against your clit, it excites him. He feels his mouth salivate, his mind going through dirty thoughts that he shouldn’t have for you or anyone he teaches for that matter.

“Excuse me.”

Your eyes dart open and the vibrator drops from your hands. Your head snaps to the left and your soul nearly leaves your body. Your vibrator buzzes against the marble floor as your heart leaps from your chest. 

“P-Prof-fessor!”

You drop from Professor Jeon’s desk, wrapping your arms in front of your chest - that was now unbuttoned and fully displaying your bare chest. 

“W-What are-”

“What are you doing?” Jungkook responds, glancing from you to your phone. “You…do realize you’re being recorded right?”

You swallow, nodding shamefully. “I-I..I cam…from time to time.” you murmur sheepishly, your body trembling underneath his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Professor Jeon-”

Jungkook furrows his brows at you. So you were a camgirl. Now it made sense what you were doing here at this time and hour, dressed in such a way. But Jungkook only chuckles for a moment before shaking his head. 

“No, I mean there’s a camera in this room.” Jungkook corrects. He points to the ceiling where one, circular dome sits. “It’s new. I use it to assure no one cheats.”

Your eyes follow his pointing hand. You close your eyes, feeling utterly stupid right now. It was just your luck that you would get caught - and on camera that that wasn’t the camera you intended on being a part of.

“You do realize what you’re doing could get you put on a registry?”

Jungkook begins to stroll closer to you. His steps are cool and relaxed and they do not match that of someone upset at finding one of his students being indecent in his classroom. 

“I’ll go!” you plead, shaking your head. “I-I’ll clean up before I do and-”

“No,” Jungkook stops a few feet away from you. “continue.” 

You're completely still after Professor Jeon speaks. He stands tall, shoulder relaxed. His eyes, ever so dark, are watching you behind those round glasses he wears that makes him look like the hottest geek you’ve ever seen. Your eyes turn towards your phone, the amount of chats and cash coming through has it buzzing up a storm. From where you're standing, the viewers can see you attempting to cover yourself, but Jungkook is out of sight. 

“Professor…” you trail off, your voice low. “...I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

Jungkook tilts his head at you. He ponders how much money you make being a camgirl - maybe even more than him as a Professor. There were always men (and the occasional woman) who were willing to pay thousands for whatever fantasies you were willing to fulfil.

Jungkook knows full well that him being here as long as he is, allowing his eyes to skim over your half naked body, is wrong. He was in a position of power, after all. He was your professor and he could use this to get you to do whatever he wanted you to do - the possibilities were endless.

But Jungkook wasn’t an asshole. You're a decent student in class who does well on exams and always turns in work on time. You were a pretty girl that now has his attention that shouldn’t be on you - but it is. Especially with the way he’s positive that your pussy is wet right about now.

“Continue.” Jungkook repeats. “You do have an audience waiting, don’t you?”

Your body is hot. For a moment, you’re still. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing the entire time, messages and tips flying through. You ponder if they think this is an act or has reality hit them like it had you.

Jungkook’s eyes are intense. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, he thinks. After all, you hadn’t stopped trembling since he arrived. He doesn’t blame you - he would be highly humiliated too if someone walked in on him in such a vulnerable state that could possibly get him kicked out of college and put onto a sex offenders list. He had no intention of truly reporting you - even if you decided to end your stream now and haul ass; he would respect it. 

“You…you won’t tell?” you murmur, swallowing a lump in your throat. Was it idiotic to say this when there were hundreds already watching you now?

Jungkook takes another step forward and nods his head. “I won’t tell.” he murmurs, voice calm but low. “I want to watch…you’d let me, right? It can’t be any different than what you’re already doing.”

Your heart pounds. Your body is warm and flushed with embarrassment - and flattery? This was Professor Jeon out of all people. A young professor that has all the girls (and a few boys) swooning. This was an opportunity of a lifetime - even if it was nerve wracking. 

“Consider it…extra credit.” Jungkook shrugs. “Besides, no one has to know what you and I do here. It can be our little secret.”

You, his & the viewers - but they were just as perverted as you and he was. They were getting off to this; the innocently slutty student and the perverted, but sexy teacher using this all to his advantage.  

“Okay.” you nod, slowly allowing your arms to fall to your aides. Your breasts are plump, nipples hardened. He doesn’t hide his gaze in the slightest, dinding you entirely enticing. “What…what do you want me to do, Professor?” 

Jungkook’s cock twitches again. You got over your nerves fast. He liked that. 

“Pick up your vibrator and turn it off.” 

You do as you’re told, glancing at your phone screen. The comments were going rapidly - your phone chiming with tips. How were you ever going to top this live stream when it was all over? 

“Place it on my desk.” Jungkook speaks, watching the way your ass sits in the short skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice so deep that the words shoot straight to your core. “now sit on my desk and show everyone how wet you are.”  

Your heart thumps so loudly out your chest, but you do ss Professor Jeon says. You would be lying if you said this didn’t excite you - to witness your own professors lust over your body. It was an ego boost. 

You open your legs, your eyes staying on Professor Jeon for his next instruction.

“Touch yourself.” 

You haven’t touched yourself without a toy in who knows how long. After a while, your fingers just weren’t enough. You enjoyed fucking yourself on a dildo while your audience watched - bonus if you had a vibrator against your clit in the process. 

But your body is entirely hot and your pussy is wet and pulsing - this was such a turn on. You follow your instruction, placing the pad of your fingers against your clit. Professor Jeon’s eyes were so intense, full of dark lust. You almost wanted to ask what he was thinking right now - if he would ever touch you in this way. 

Jungkook licks his lips, eyes trained on the way your fingers twirl against your wet clit, dampening your digits in seconds. This isn’t how he was supposed to spend his weekend. This wasn’t grading papers - but it was even better. A complete treat he wasn’t aware he needed until now - one he would have forever when he reviewed the camera footage back. Was that legal, he thinks. He didn’t tell you to come in here and get off. Besides, you also knew there was a camera in the room now and hadn’t said no so…

“You have a pretty pussy.” Jungkook blurts out, swallowing the dry lump in his throat. 

“Tha…thanks.” you huff, halting for a mere second before continuing to play with your coit further. “I’m glad you think so, Professor Jeon.”

Jungkook blinks his eyes to look at your face. He tilts his head a bit and snorts. “You’re full of shit.” he says. “You’re saying whatever you think you need to in order to please me.”

“Is it working?” you ask, your fingers going closer to your entrance. 

It is, but Jungkook doesn’t want to tell you that. Instead, he decides to watch the way your fingers, slowly and teasingly - to yourself, him and the audience - enter you. The way it appears that you’re stretching yourself so good that he ponders when was the last time you’ve been fucked. The thoughts couldn’t be that obscene as watching you pleasure yourself right now.

“Why my classroom?”

Your eyes, that had begun fluttering close, snap open at Professor Jeon’s words. Your free hands reach up to cup your naked breast, your hardened nipple against your palm.

“You know why, Professor.” you murmur, not saying his name. 

For a moment, you forget about your phone facing you, hundreds of people watching you and hearing Jungkook. If they knew he was your actual professor, or thought this was all a skit, you weren’t sure. But you know that at the end of it all, the amount of tips you were going to get could possibly pay your bills for months to come.

“Sometimes, I think of you when I do my streams.”

You’re teasing him, but you did think of him sometimes. When he was teaching, you’d think about the way his shoulders flexed. When you sat closer to his desk, you’d oftentimes find yourself looking down at his tattooed hand, the veins in his hand tightening when he wrote something. It was hard to not imagine those same hands wrapped around you.

“I think about you…” your fingers pump inside you, your pussy making a slightly squelching noise that interests Jungkook. “...about you doing this to me.”

You can hear Jungkook breathing now. It increases the further he watches you. You were good at this, he thinks. You’re talking to him the same way you'd talk to your audience, your voice so sultry and full of intense lust that could not be fabricated in the slightest. 

“You think about my fingers fucking into you?” Jungkook asks. The thought alone excites him. The act of getting to feel your wet pussy - that’s currently dripping on his desk - in the palm of his own hands has his breathing increasing even more. “And here I thought you were just interested in the lesson.”

Your fingers tug at your nipple, your thumb and index finger pinching the sensitive bud as your other hand pumps your fingers inside of you. Your thighs shake a bit just when you bite your lip.

“I can’t help it.” you continue. You know full well that you’re turning him on. You noticed the bulge in his pants, twitching to be released. You lick your bottom lip, continuing with your lewd talk. “Sometimes my thoughts get even dirtier…” you trail off, making sure to bat your lashes at him.

Swallowing, Jungkook steps closer. He stretches his shoulders and neck, his eyes darkening at you.

“...I think about you bending me over and fucking me in front of everyone.” you gasp. You tug at your nipple even harder, your thrusting fingers hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. Your head falls back a bit, eyes shutting for a moment. You think about your words - about Professor Jeon indeed doing just that. How wet you’d be for him. How powerful his thrusts must be - how well he could take you and just how vulnerable for him you’d be.

Your back arches, your walls tightening around your fingers.

Jungkook grunts. He takes a few steps closer to you. His hand wraps around your wrist and pulls out your wet fingers from inside of you.

Your eyes snap open with shock and confusion. “Prof-”

“You won’t cum.” Jungkook hisses, slapping your hand away. “Not until I say so.”

Those words shoot straight to your core. You were a whore for a man to dominate you - bonus points if it was your hot Professor who, admittedly, you had thought about fucking you from time to time. But respectfully, you hadn’t acted out on it like others had. The amount of flirting he had to turn down from fellow peers was insane.

Yet here he was with you. Of course, it was just a matter of time and place. He wouldn’t be in this position if you hadn’t brought yourself here.

“Yes, Professor.” you murmur.

Jungkook supposed that his cover was blown. He was now in the camera and there wasn’t a point in going back to his hidden position now.

“Turn around.” 

Jungkook had to take back control - even when he technically still had it. You were far too enticing to him. Those sultry eyes followed by your words of pure submission for him. He was going to melt if he didn’t get you to turn away from him.

You do as you’re told, falling to your feet and turning around on his desk. You face the dark chalk board.

Jungkook forces your legs apart, showing the camera an amazing view of your ass and glistening pussy.

“Everytime you’re in my class, it seems you don’t pay much attention.” Jungkook says. He should’ve asked first if it was okay to touch you, but you don’t say anything when he does. He feels electricity shoot throughout him when his hand grips your bare ass, a low growl releasing from his lips. “I’m going to ask you some questions and I expect you to answer them correctly.”

The desk is cool and hard against your breast. You nod your head, slight anticipation building up.

“Let’s start off easy.”

Jungkook’s hand grips your ass once more, enjoying the way it feels in his palm. 

“Are two atoms of the same element identical?”

You gasp when you feel Professor Jeon’s fingers slide past your clit. “No.”

“Good girl.” Jungkook hums, continuing to rub at your clit. “Can water remain a liquid below zero degrees Celsius?”

Your own breathing increases, wanting to feel his fingers deep inside of you. “Yes…?”

“Seems like you’ve listened to something.”

Though you found chemistry boring, you understood Professor Jeon was going easy on you at the moment. Maybe he was spewing out easy questions just to feel your wet pussy even more.

“Can you light a diamond on fire?”

“...No?”

You yelp this time, feeling a sharp strike against your ass.

“Wrong.” Jungkook sing-songs, gripping your stinging cheek. “It can be.”

You sigh.

“What determines the degree of completeness of a reaction?”

What the fuck? You close your eyes, attempting to think back into any chemistry class you had to remember - but it doesn’t dawn on you. You couldn’t remain concentrated regardless.

“Um-”

Another slap lands on your ass, this time harder. The stinging sensation feels entirely too good for you to be upset.

“You don’t know.” Jungkook tsks. “That’s because you’ve been daydreaming about me fucking you instead of paying attention in class.”

Another slap - then another, and another. Jungkook slaps both of your cheeks until your thighs are shaking with overstimulation. Your back is arched, fully anticipating more and more, and he gives it each time. You were enjoying this just as much as he was, your ass throbbing but your pussy leaking for even more of the stinging sensation.

“I’ll start paying attention more, Professor Jeon.” you moan, legs quivering. “I prom-”

Smack!

Jungkook slides his fingers between your legs, rubbing your throbbing clit. He grunts at the way your arousal pools right onto his palm and he shakes his head. 

“This isn’t much of a punishment for a whore like you.” Jungkook spats. “Dripping all over my desk and the floor. Slutty pussy clenching around nothing in hopes I’d fill you up.”

Professor Jeon was just as a good dirty talker as you were. While your words were soft and sultry, his was lewd and rough - just how you liked it. 

“Let’s see how easily I can get my fingers in your pussy.”

Jungkook slides his fingers slowly towards your entrance, assuring that the camera has a perfect view of you. You’re so wet and warm that he himself has to contain himself when his fingers sink inside of you. 

“P-Professor.” you stutter, your pussy immediately squeezing greedily around his fingers. You couldn’t believe that you were in this position now, wrapped firmly around the same hands you’d often imagined about. 

“Let’s see how much you could take.”

Jungkook begins to pump his fingers aggressively in and out of you, curling them a bit. His free hand lays on your ass, gripping and rubbing it as his fingers pound.

Your thighs open wider, your cheek pressing against his desk. Your eyes are fluttering and you don’t attempt to hide your loud squeals. The room is full of squelching noises that could surely be heard down the hall if anyone was truly paying attention, but none of the janitors were. It made this moment even more of an adrenaline rush.

“Feels so g-good!” you gasp out.

Jungkook grips your ass cheek in his palm, his knuckles slamming against your clit with how deep his fingers were pumping. “Such a slutty little thing you are.” he hisses. “Are you going to cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes!” you exhale, nodding your head. Your cheek rubs against his wooden desk. “Yes, Professor!”

“No,” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, slapping his hand down onto your clit. “not until I say so.”

You let out a loud whine, eyes widening. “But…but-”

“A whore like you should be begging.”

“Please.”

Jungkook steps away. “That’s not good enough.” he snickers. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing and he makes a mental note to ask just how much you made when this was all done. Out of curiosity, but because he expected anything from you.

You manage to pull yourself off of Professor Jeon’s desk. You turn to him with pleading, glossy eyes. You were so close to cumming that the lack of it has caused your eyes to water pathetically. Your shirt, that’s already open, is pulled off of you. You throw it aside, and then go for your skirt.

Jungkook watches the way you strip for him, before getting on your knees. This had to be demeaning in a way, but you were such a whore in the moment that you didn’t care how this made you look.

“Professor Jeon…” you murmur, crawling closer to him. 

Jungkook feels it - his cock twitching right in his pants. The sight of you on your hands and knees before him, those glossy, pleading eyes…

“Yes?”

You swallow, eyes slowly trailing down his body until they land on the obvious bulge. You lick your lips.

“Can I suck your cock?” you ask, eyes flashing back up at him. “Please?”

The twitching doesn’t stop this time. Jungkook is completely off guard by your request.

“You could fuck my mouth until you cum.” you suggest, a hand reaching out for his waist. “I always wanted to have your cock in my mouth, Professor.”

How could you be so submissive, but still have complete control over him? Jungkook didn’t know. He doesn’t stop your hand from tugging at his pants until they’re down, his underwear sliding with it.

This was really happening, you think. His cock, tip so pink and wet with pre-cum staring right at you. Your mouth salivates to have him in your mouth. You haven’t realized just how long you wanted him until the opportunity presented itself to you.

Your hand wraps around his shaft. Jungkook watches between unblinking eyes as your pink tongue comes out and slides against his wet slit. He shudders, mouth falling open.

“Your cock is so pretty, Professor.” you murmur, his tip against your lips. “So big…I knew you’d have a big cock for me to suck.”

Jungkook clenches his hands as you lick his tip once more, before sliding it across your face entirely. You were so filthy, he thinks, and so close. How could he have not known something as dirty as you was right in his classroom this entire time.

“You’re such a dirty little whore.” Jungkook hisses. “Rubbing my cock all over your face like this.”

You hum, your tongue sliding across his shaft. Your eyes look up at him innocently. “Want you to fuck my mouth with your big cock, Professor.”

“You do?” Jungkook allows a hand to lay onto your head, patting it slightly and further adding to the demeaning. “You’re gonna be a good little whore and let me fuck your mouth?”

You nod your head, opening your mouth and twirling your tongue onto his wet tip. You suckle on it greedily, sucking your cheeks in.

Jungkook allows you to suck on his cock, bringing it deeper and deeper into your mouth. You were so sloppy, drool trickling down the side of your lips, watery eyes staring up at you.

Your filthy sounds of your slurping bounces off the walls and high ceilings of Professor Jeon’s classroom, only adding to the obscene sight - and his excitement. His cock hits your uvula and you’re proud that all the times you’ve practiced - on live - deep throating, that you managed to not make a full of yourself.

“Look how slutty…” Jungkook trails off, a growl in his voice. His hand, that had been on the top of your head like he would have his own dog, had slid down to your cheek. His hips jerk forward. “…you’re a natural at this. How often do you suck on cocks?”

There’s a single tear that slides down your cheek, one that has Jungkookk even more excited to fuck your face. His thumb swipes the tear away, his hips continuing to jerk.

“Aha,” Jungkook chuckles. “I suppose you can’t answer me.”

Your mouth is so hot and wet, gummy-like walls inviting him entirely. More and more saliva pools into your mouth just for him and his pleasure. Though your eyesight was a bit blurred, you could see Professor Jeon’s handsome face. Dark eyebrows stretched together with concentration, plump pink lips parted slightly to let out exhales and moans.

Jungkook couldn’t wait to watch his cameras back at this. Dare he say this was the most excitement he had in months. Blood pumps through his veins,a rush going through him at getting to fuck your mouth without any hesitation from you. Your gagging noise only fuels him further.  

“You’re so beautiful like this. A little whore on her knees for me. Gagging around my cock just like you’ve imagined.”

Your mouth aches and you have little motivation to continue to suck, but you allow him to use your mouth as he sees fit. Your thighs clenched together, friction shooting straight to your already throbbing cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck-“ Jungkook throws his head back, eyes clenching shut. “-you stupid fucking whore. With a mouth like this I might have to live out your little fantasy. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me stopping my lecture just to fuck your mouth open like this.”

Jungkook would never do it - you know that just as much as he does. But the fantasy still lives free in both of your minds. It’s so obscene and forbidden that the desire grows with each passing moment. You feel like the luckiest student here by just being in this position - no matter how wrong this was.

Jungkook is close. You can feel him with each passing thrust, his hands on the back of your head. Your throbbing clit is dripping all over the floor while his twitching cock assaults your throat. You whine around him, wet, blurry eyes blinking to continue to look up at him. Your nose is against his abdomen when you feel the warm, salty cum reach your throat.

A long groan comes from Jungkook’s lips, his legs twitching as he fills your throat. You’re salivating entirely, the drool pooling down your chest. You’re able to breathe again when his cock pops from your wet lips, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you together. You take several breaths, even coughing a bit.

Jungkook stumbles back a few steps, rolling his neck a bit to regain his composure. 

“Professor Jeon,” you sigh out. You lift the back of your hand to wipe away the saliva on your lips. “please fuck me.”

Oh.

Jungkook blinks his eyes open to look at your pathetic position on the ground. 

“Please make me cum, Professor Jeon.” you plead. “I’ll be good. I’ll do better in your class.”

Jungkook watches you crawl closer to him, those watery eyes looking up at him pitifully. Jungkook snarls, something growing in his chest at just the sound of your words. 

You were already doing alright in his class. You showed up and participated only if you knew the answer - which wasn’t all the time, but it was enough. 

“You’re a lying whore.” Jungkook hisses. He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks it so you’re looking at him and now his already hardened cock. As if he hadn’t already cum enough down your throat, he was ready to go again. “You just want to be fucked good, don’t you? Why should I fuck you?”

Your heart pumps with anticipation. “Because,” you whine softly. 

“That’s not an answer. You couldn’t even get my questions correct. But you want to be rewarded with a good fuck?”

You swallow, eyes watching him just as he watches you. 

“I’m so wet for you right now, Professor.” you whine. “It’s not my fault I have a hard time concentrating during classes.”

And it’ll just be a bit harder, you think, now that you know just how pretty his cock was. 

And just how much you wanted it in you at any given moment.

Jungkook closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He can hear the faint vibrating sounds of the stream - he almost forgot just how alone you and he truly weren’t. 

“I’m on birth control.”

Eyes snapping open, Jungkook gawks down at you. Eyes pleading as ever.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” you question, a tilt to your head. “Cumming in me right where you teach all of your students.”

Jungkook’s breathing hardens - it would be fun, wouldn't it? 

“Turn around.” Jungkook rushes, letting go of your hair and you away. “Ass up. Since you’re begging to be stuffed, I’ll just do exactly that.” 

It didn’t take much convincing on Jungkook’s end - how embarrassing. He hasn’t cum in someone raw in he doesn’t know how long. All of this was just feeding into a fantasy he wasn’t aware he held; especially for a student. 

You do exactly as Professor Jeon tells you to. Your chest is against the cool floor, thighs apart. He has a view of your glistening pussy, waiting for him. 

Jungkook’s right hand slams on your ass as he comes onto the ground in front of you, then he slides it to your waist and yanks you toward him. His free hand wraps around his cock, pumping it before he slides it between your wet lips. 

The stinging sensation on your ass only has your cunt growing wetter. You squirm when his wet tip rubs at your clit, only further taunting you and your pathetic whimpering. 

“Let’s see how good of a fuck you are.” Jungkook says, his voice meaning to sound more demeaning than it was. His voice cracks just a bit when he begins to enter you. “I might just keep you around.”

This had to be a one time thing. He couldn't risk being caught up with you - his student. Though you and hebwere both grown adults, it was ethical. 

But damn was it good, Jungkook thinks. 

Jungkook enters you in one thrust, groaning at how tight, warm and wet you were. Your velvety walls are caging him in, assuring that he would be thinking about you for months to come.

Jungkook places both of his hands on your hips, sliding out just to thrust back in. His nails dig into your skin, hips continuing to rut, growing faster and faster with each pump.

Your nipples are hard against the ground, slamming into it with each thrust of Professor Jeon’s hips. He’s so deep, his cock hitting your sweet spot. Your walls tighten around him, feeling that pleasurable pressure as before - you weren’t meant to last long. 

Your ass is amazing to Jungkook. The way it slams off of his abdomen as he pounds his cock into you. His tall ceiling bounces off the leed sounds of skin slapping. He doesn’t hold back his groans, needing to express just how good your pussytruly was. 

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, his head hanging. “your pussy’s so wet.”

“Your cock feels so good, Professor.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook snickers. His right hand slides up your bare back, stopping at the back of your neck. “Aren’t you lucky to finally have your fantasy come to life?”

You yelp when Jungkook yanks your neck, bringing you back to him. Your completely naked body against his clothed one just adds to his dominance nature. 

Sliding his hand from your neck to your chin, he juts it to look at him. This new position allows his grinding cock to go deeper. His lips are close to yours, his rushed, warm breath tickling the skin of your face. 

“I would’ve fucked you sooner if I knew you felt this good.” Jungkook murmurs, 

Professor Jeon’s lips are on yours before you could respond. He groans into it when your cunt squeezes around him. He lets go of your chin to reach between your legs, rubbing at your throbbing clit. 

There isn’t any way you’re going to concentrate during lessons. Not when you’d look down at his hands and recall the way he’d rub your clit so possessively as he is now - or had those very same fingers deep into your pussy. 

Jungkook lets go of your lips, but he doesn’t go far. He watches the way your face stretches in pleasure, your eyebrows knitted together and plump lips pulled apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Jungkook asked, his cock continuing to stretch you out. 

“Yes!” you nod. You place your head against his chest, squirming with overstimulation as Jungkook’s fingers add pressure onto your clit.

Jungkook pushes you away and removes his cock - much to his own dismay. He listens to your whimpering protests and finds that he enjoys tormenting you any way he could. “Not until I say so.” he sing-songs, repeating those same wretched words from earlier. They are beginning to haunt you.

“Please!” your legs are shaking as you turn to face him, your back against the cold floor. Your mind couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel - his own cock had to be throbbing to cum right into you. He was a sadist, you think. “It isn’t fair you’re doing this to me. I’m a good student!”

You were protesting now, eyes wide with irritation. You were seconds away with just stuffing your own fingers in you and finishing yourself off - but it wouldn’t be the same. You couldn’t fuck yourself like Professor Jeon can and that realization alone was going to drive you insane.

“Are you?” Jungkook asks. Your eyes glances down at his hard cock, doused with your creamy arousal. “You snuck in here, or did you forget?”

Your bottom lips juts out in a pout.

“Come here.”

Jungkook drops onto the ground in front of you, his pants at his ankles.

Your eyes furrow, but you don’t hesitate. You get into his lap, your thighs on either side of him. 

“Make yourself cum.” Jungkook says, his hands immediately settling on your waist. “Before I change my mind.”

You’re far too eager. Your arm reaches back to grasp his cock and center it at your entrance. You’re far too wet that it’s easy to slide it in.

The cry that came from Jungkook’s lips was embarrassing. You sit directly onto his cock, your soft hands on his shoulders. You begin to rock your hips back and forth, your head rolling slowly from side to side. Your walls are so tight, Jungkook thinks, completely captivating him. You know exactly what you’re doing and Jungkook ponders if you do this often - with sextoys or other men - that makes you this good at riding.

Calloused hands roam up your sides then to your breasts. Professor Jeon captures them, squeezing the mounds in his hands tightly. His thumbs play with your nipples, twirling and pinching them just right.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans, burying his face into your bosom. He peppers quick, wet kisses onto them as your hips rise and fall.

“Your cock’s so big, Professor!” you wail. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands begin to tighten their grasp on his shirt. 

Jungkook shakes his head. He pokes his tongue out, tracing your skin until they reach your nipple. He suckles on it, his tongue twirling around the bud. His left hand captures your ass, gripping the flesh harshly as you bounce on him.

You weren’t made to last long. All your frustrations had built up greatly for this moment - nor does Professor Jeon go easy on you. His hands gripping your ass with the way he sucks on your chest has you cumming in mere minutes since you started. 

“-gonna cum!” you moan, both arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

You’re leaking onto him entirely, arousal coating his thighs. Jungkook isn’t sure how it’s possible for someone to be this wet, but he isn’t complaining. Your pussy was so perfect - and so were you. You were the right amount of filthy he never knew he needed in his life.

Popping your nipple from wet lips, Jungkook decides to take over. “I’m going to cum in this pussy, baby.” he growls, hand squeezing your ass as his hips begin to rut into you. “Fill you just like you want.”

Your body is limp against him, walls squeezing him as you are riding your high. You’re unable to say much besides soft “please”’s. Your eyes are fluttering, your insides feeling every ounce of pleasure until it becomes unbearable. 

Jungkook’s cock drills you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. He doesn’t intend on being quiet - especially not now. He wants anyone that’s around to hear how good he’s fucking you - his student. Someone so off limits to him, but that doesn’t stop either of you. He wants you to remember this moment forever. To have you thinking of him every time you go live - or happen to fuck someone else.

To let you know that it wouldn’t be the same because it wasn’t him.

Professor Jeon slams his right hand onto your ass, holding you in place. He continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off of the walls loudly. Juices flow out of you as your body trembles, overstimulation taking over you. 

“Gonna stuff you good.” Jungkook grunts, thrust growing sloppy. Your squelching pussy is so melodic to him and he knows the sound will replay in his head over and over again. “Then send you home with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

Warm cum pools into you. You can feel Professor Jeon’s legs shaking as he cums, a soft whine in your ear. It’s so warm, you think, and weird having your professors cum stuffed in you. Your body feels heavy and you don’t move for a few moments as the both of you attempt to regain your composure.

You're not the one that stops the live. You had to admit that you do possibly look entirely pathetic crouched on the floor like this as Jungkook cleans himself up, but you weren’t used to be fucked by someone else.

“We should probably…talk.”

Now things were awkward. 

You manage to come into a seated position, cum covering your clit and possibly pooling out of you.

“I won’t tell anyone.” you say. 

Jungkook straightens his shoulders. “I wasn’t going to say that,” he murmurs. He wasn’t that much of an asshole. “Are you okay?”

Your cheeks are warm. You cross your arms, though it’s pointless. Your body is already exposed to him.

Jungkook hands you your revealing clothing and watches as you get dressed.

“I’m okay.” you assure, buttoning up your top. You pull your trench coat on next, feeling his eyes on you. “I’m…sorry for doing this.”

You go towards your bag where your cleaning supplies were. Coming down from your high after sex was always so awkward. Maybe this is why you avoided that and chose to fuck yourself.

“I’m sorry, too.” Jungkook says. He grabs the clorox wipes from your hands and decides that he could help, too. After all, it was his mess, too. “I hope I haven’t made things difficult for you. I am your Professor and…the dynamic is complicated.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“But we’re both adults.” Jungkook continues. He turns his back to wipe his desk, unsure where he’s truly coming from. “And though I may have said it at the moment, I don’t think you’re truly that way.”

“A stupid whore?” you joke, giggling to yourself. “I know. We both got way into it.” 

It doesn’t take a long time for the mess to be cleaned. You grasp your phone and put it into your trench coat pocket. 

“I should get going.” you say.

Professor Jeon nods his head. He’s leaning against his desk now, dark eyes watching you. 

“I’ll see you in class in a few days.” Jungkook calls as you make your way out of the classroom.

“Tomorrow.” you correct, opening the door a bit. You turn to him as he speaks.

“You don’t have to come.” Professor Jeon waves off. He proceeds to go to his chair and plop down onto it. “I planned on having a surprise quiz tomorrow.”

“A quiz?”

Jungkook nods. He puts his glasses on and turns towards you. 

“I’ll give you a passing grade.” Professor Jeon states. “You should rest tomorrow.”

Your eyes begin to slowly widen. “You don’t-”

“Rest.” Jungkook interrupts. He turns his eyes away from you and down on the stack of papers on his desk. “It’ll be fine.”

You clench your thighs together at his words. Your heart is pumping loudly in your chest. For some reason, you feel giddy. The familiar rush of adrenaline flows through you. 

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again, Professor Jeon.” you say, opening the door wider. You don’t wait for a response this time and maybe Jungkook is a bit too stunned to give you one before you close the door behind you.

What Jungkook did know was that he also couldn’t wait to fuck you again, too.

The director ponders why Jungkook was fighting so hard for you specifically. Being a big name  in the industry, Jungkook cost millions and was the highest paid in any movie franchise or television series he starred in. He directed a few movies himself, and even assisted in producing them. He was the reason as to why a few celebrities had careers today - he had an eye for talent.

Jungkook’s current eye was now on you - a fresh face. Your acting was good and you had the potential. You went to college for acting and all; a degree not everyone had. Your heart was in it, you just needed the opportunity.

Jungkook was going to be that opportunity for you. He watched the way your eyes widen as you walked into the audition room, script in hand. You were immediately nervous when your eyes locked with his that it caused Jungkook to smile with how innocent you were.

So new and naive to the world of cinema - anyone would take advantage of such naivety. 

“Fine. If you think she’s good, then I’ll give her a call.” the director throws his hands up. Jungkook wasn’t a fool. He put on many celebrities - Kim Taehyung was one of the highest paid actors a part of a soap opera right now. The man hadn’t even come to the audition for himself, but instead as support for his friend. It was Jungkook who spotted the deep voiced man and asked him to audition for a role and said “Jungkook sent me”.

When your phone rings with an unknown number you hadn’t recognized, you assume it was either a spam call or a call from your agent telling you that you didn’t get the role but “there will be other roles available”.

You weren’t expecting to get a call from the same director as a week prior telling you that you got the role. You had forgotten how to breathe when the news was given to you that when the director asked if you were still there, you almost fainted.

“I’ll get in contact with your agent and pass her the details. In the meantime, Jeon Jungkook-” Your heart instantly pounds at the name. “-will be speaking with you soon. I hope it wasn’t bad that I’ve given him your contact information.”

“No!” you nearly scream, and you want to slap yourself. “I mean no, it’s not an issue.”

“Good.” the direct chuckles. “Jungkook has a good eye for talent, Ms. Y/L. He chose you himself.”

Your heart jolts and your eyes widen.

“If things go as planned, you could be just as big as him one day.”

Just as big as Jeon Jungkook one day.

Jeon Jungkook - thee Jeon Jungkook - had picked you. The award winning actor who’s graced your screen since you were a teenager had chosen you. You out of hundreds of female leads.

Upon your arrival at the audience, you were already nervous. You were in a room full of beautiful women, some you recognized. You contemplated turning around and going back home to this very apartment you rent for far too much than you can truly afford.

But you hadn’t. You stayed for hours and once your name was called, you entered. You audience and you got the role.

All because of Jeon Jungkook.

You could faint right now, your eyes swelling with tears. This could be the moment you studied so hard for. The acting classes you took daily cost you to work night shift, along with you studying in college for acting. You took your dream seriously and now…

“It’s paying off.” you say to yourself. You’re in complete silence now, head against your satin pillowcase. You’re staring up at the ceiling.

Your phone begins to buzz against your chest. You’re alarmed by the amount of notifications that are coming all at once.

Instagram notifications were coming through rapidly, all too quickly for you to grasp as to why. You open the app and find out for yourself.

You were an actress, yes, and you did have a bit of a following. You posted behind the scene pictures to your instagram sometimes and it garnered you over 10,000 followers.

You were shocked to see the following count rise from over 10,000, to nearly 100,000.

“W-What…?”

You understood why. The post shows up right as you click “home”. 

Jeon Jungkook has followed you. He had uploaded a picture of him with a script in his hands, smiling. His lips are a rosy pink and the lip-piercing adds a touch of attractiveness - how was that even possible? 

jeon.jk can’t wait to start filming our new horror movie “one way or another” with @yn. we’re both going to look good covered in blood 😭

Your breathing quickens. 

Breathe.

Breathe.

“Oh fuck.” you gasp out, palms sweaty. This was an exact reminder that this was all real. Jeon Jungkook acknowledging you publicly. He appeared excited to work with you - fuck, he was the one that chose you.

Not to forget that Jungkook also said you were going to look good covered in blood.

“Oh fuck.” you repeat.

You’re running, your feet nearly getting caught on the pavement. The sky is dark and cloudless, and the street lights don’t do enough to shine your path. 

Your heart is racing outside your chest and you feel as though your body is going to give out any moment now. You want nothing more than to stop and catch your breath, but you don’t. You don’t dare to.

Your footsteps are not the only ones you hear. The ones behind you are catching up - growing closer and closer. You don’t look back - that would only distract you. You could only wish that they are further than what they sound.

A loud screech releases from your throat when your hair is being pulled and you’re set backwards and right onto your back. Your manage to not hit your head on the way down, but your body is soaked in mud.

“Why are you running?”

That voice.

Your ankle is grabbed tightly and you’re being dragged. You continue to scream and cry as the man drags you closer to him. You attempt to kick your feet and to free yourself from this crazed man, but you’re unable to.

“Stop fucking screaming.” the man roars suddenly, his yells echoing off of the trees. “You,” a hand is slammed against your lips. “are only alive because I want you to be.”

Your heart pounds with how close the man was.

With how handsome, too. A handsome man like him didn’t do things like this. Handsome men with good jobs and money didn’t stalk you. They didn’t threaten your livelihood.

They didn’t chase you in the middle of the night, either - yet here he stood.

“Please.” you shake your head, crying. The tears finally spilled down your cheeks and your vision of the handsome man was blurring. “Please…”

“You’re so pretty when you cry.” the man laughs. His thumb rubs away a stray tear. “You’re pleading now because you’re scared. Where’s the woman that fought me earlier?”

You cry harder when the man shakes you roughly, now screaming in your face.

“Where is she? Where is she?!”

Your eyes grow wide when the man clenches your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His dark eyes stare a hole through you. Almost if he was looking right through you - inside of you.

“Open your mouth.” the man commands.

You stiffen. Slowly, your eyes drifted to the side.

The director is seated in a chair. He’s watching the scene unfold, intrigued with how well you are acting. He doesn’t seem fazed that Jungkook had deviated from the script.

“I said,” Jungkook, in character, hissed. Without much thought, he squeezes your cheek until your mouth opens. He forces two of his fingers inside of your mouth and you’re entirely distraught to do anything. “open your mouth.” he repeats.

DId you somehow forget this scene? You’ve read the script countless times - there was no way this was in it. You’re far too shocked to do anything and neither Jungkook nor the direct stop. 

“Let me see what that mouth of yours can do while you’re afraid.”

Your chest rises and falls, eyes widening. Jungkook’s fingers force themselves deeper inside of you, holding onto your limp form.

“Cut!”

You gasp when Jungkook’s fingers remove themself from your mouth. He wipes them onto his pants without a care and smiles at you. “You okay?”

The demeanor changes instantly. Jungkook’s eyes soften and the hardened expression you witnessed before is gone entirely. 

This was all an act, of course. Jungkook was an actor. Of course he wasn’t some psychotic psycho chasing you through the woods.

“Y/N, you’re a natural.” the director calls from his chair. “I’m actually shocked by how well you’re doing. We’ve filmed all day now so we should have enough.” he says, clapping his hand. “Need everyone back here first thing tomorrow morning. Jungkook, Y/N,”

Your eyes turn back to Jungkook who is now standing. He offers you his hand - it’s covered in makeup to hide the tattoos - and you hesitantly take it.

“I’m sorry about the sudden change in script.” Jungkook murmurs to you. “I was told to improvise. He likes raw reactions.”

Raw reactions.

You nod your head, cheeks warming. “No problem, really.” you assure, yet you’d be lying if you say the change in script didn’t terrify you. It all seemed too real, even with countless people around you watching. Jungkook had a way that made you feel like it was only you and him around - and that’s just with the little scenes you and he acted in already.

“Intimacy coordinator wants to meet with the two of you.”

You bite your lip.

You knew that this was a horror film and there were scenes you’ve never done before. Sex scenes to be precise. You’ve read the script and you were left an embarrassed mess when you had to read the lines over with Jungkook, but he was professional. He made it easier for you with how polite and reassuring he was.

“You’re doing great.” Jungkook says as you and he walk down the grassy hill towards the trailers. 

Jungkook had his own trailer and much to your surprise, he had even rented you one. Typically, there was a trailer for people to share, but you’ve never had your own. It was never in the budget for the films you’ve done.

“Thanks.” you smile at him. “I was hoping I wouldn’t fall on my ass before you got to me.”

Jungkook chuckles. “You’re a natural on camera.” he says, and the compliment causes your body to warm up. “You can tell that you’re accustomed to the horror vibe.”

You nod your head a bit. “I try to be. I’ve been in corny horror movies though.” you joke. 

You recall when you and Jungkook had officially met to go over the script and he mentioned he enjoyed ‘Attack of the Killer Space Beetles’. You were immediately embarrassed, but Jungkook had actually watched and enjoyed it. He recounted scenes from the movie that even you forgot about. 

“Corny movies are only a stepping stone to your big break.” Jungkook says. He places a hand onto your shoulder and squeezes it gently before bringing you closer to his side in a sideways hug. 

Meeting with the intimacy coordinator had only reminded you that you’ve indeed never experienced anything like this. She was sweet in asking for your opinions - if you felt comfortable in the amount of sexual activity that would be happening behind the camera.

 A sex scene was new to you, but not to Jungkook. That also caused more nerves to be added onto your shoulders. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself too much in front of him and the rest of the crew.

Jungkook, however, was more supportive. He insisted that things weren’t as they seemed and most outcomes were just illusions.

“So since you’re new,” the intimacy coordinator states. “you’re possibly wondering how scenes are executed on set. These are modest garments.”

The coordinator shows you different skin-color shades of garments. “They’re strapless things with a barrier inside of them. Do you want to feel?”

Though you’re humiliated, you are also intrigued. You touch the garment and hum as you nod your head. You suppose this is how things are done - so you wouldn’t actually be feeling Jungkook.

“For men, we have them wear something called a modesty pouch.”

Jungkook leans back into his chair. He watches the way your eyes examine all of the garments, genuinely intrigued by it all as the intimacy coordinator explains to you how everything is done. Your naivety with how everything works is what causes Jungkook’s lips to form a small smile - you were cute, he thinks. This was like a whole new world to you that you’ve never been a part of; one that he was showing you.

“We have different types of garments you could wear and try on. Since you are new, we’ll have to find your size.” you nod along to her speech.  “And we’ll also have to work on what we call “faking it”.”

“Fake moaning.” Jungkook nods his head at your confused look. 

“We have to make it look real while we’re filming so the final product appears as such. But as you can see, it’s all fake at the end of the day.”

For the next hour, you were explained step-by-step of how intimacy works, camera angles, faking sounds and all. Once the meeting was over, you felt that this was something you could actually do without feeling like such a newbie.

“Feel better?” Jungkook asks. 

You and Jungkook are side by side now as you make your way out of your own trailer. You changed back into your clothes and decided that it was best for you to head back home. The evening sun casted a burnt orange type of hue over the set entirely.

“Yes.” you nod your head with a soft grin. “I can’t wait to watch the movie when it’s all done. I want to redeem myself from my past work.”

Jungkook snickers. “You’ll be amazing. Trust me.” he assures. “I waited to ask if you wanted to grab dinner and go over the script.”

You blink a few times, uncertain. Your stomach was rumbling and you could go for food right now - but did you truly want to go over the script? “What scenes did you want to go through?”

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “A few. Especially if we’re going to get told to keep improvising.”

Improvising. Your mind flashes with the way Jungkook looked and sounded earlier, followed by the way he forced his fingers into your mouth. It was eerie, especially when you didn’t know it was happening. You’re positive, however, that the raw reaction the director was looking for was highly evident.

“It shouldn’t be an issue, I guess.” you shrug your shoulders. You didn’t want Jungkook to think you weren’t passionate about the project - you were!

This is how you and Jungkook found yourselves, eating takeout while attempting to go over the script. You willingly drink the wine Jungkook gives you, admitting to yourself that it actually was an amazing taste - he told you it was thousands of dollars and you cannot comprehend just how someone could spend that much on it.

“Okay, let’s get back to the script.” you say after another sip of wine. “Where did we leave off?”

Jungkook turns a few pages before looking up at you. “We should try an intimate one. Get it out of the way so tomorrow it’ll be easier to perform.”

Nodding your head, you take a deep breath. You had read this scene countless times to memorize your lines. Watching Jungkook get into character was amazing. Even while practicing, he still gives a stellar performance.

“I missed you.” He says, taking a few steps towards you. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I-I haven’t.” you say. This scene involves you being in bed, but you and Jungkook are in his living room, so the couch would have to do.

“Yes you have. Are you afraid of me?” Jungkook comes closer until he’s hovering above you, dark eyes tracing over your body. “You know I’ll never hurt you.”

You flinch when a hand comes near you. “I-I…you told me you’d kill anyone who touched me. That’s not normal.” you quip.

“I can’t help how I feel!” Jungkook hisses. He plops down besides you, his eyes softening. “Please, baby…I’m sorry. Just give me another chance. You know I’ll never hurt you. Sometimes I get angry and…”

This was where the intimacy got started. Jungkook’s lips are on your neck immediately, kissing at the nape of it. His hand places itself onto your inner thigh and he squeezes.

“You drive me crazy.”

Your eyes close for a moment, swallowing. Jungkook kisses up your neck, hand growing closer and closer to you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” you murmur. “...you-”

You stop immediately when Jungkook’s hands touch your clothed heat. He cups it in his palm, your cheeks warming.

“Sssh…” Jungkook hums, continuing to rub. You weren’t wearing any safety garments - Jungkook knows this. You’re unable to move as he continues to rub. “...just let me.”

Jungkook squeezes your cupped heat, eyes flickering to see your reaction. Your shy face appears bewildered and you’re unable to move.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks. That wasn’t part of the script, and neither was him touching you. “Does it feel good?”

“Jung…kook?”

You say his name so sweetly that it causes him to moan.

“I like the way you say my name.” Jungkook admits. He’s so close to your face. It’s warm with embarrassment and nerves. This wasn’t part of the script - was he improvising again? Even this is too much.

“W-What are you doing?” you ask. He’s close like he was before, his eyes dark with someone else that you couldn’t put your finger on. Your heart is pumping so loudly, your thighs quivering.

“We’re going to be around one another for months. You and I have to look like we’re intimate on camera.” Jungkook’s tongue swipes along your neck. The hair on your skin rises. “We mind as well get comfortable.”

Comfortable…

The way Jungkook’s hands forces it’s way into your pants, you’re entirely stiff. You’re afraid to move, especially when his fingers rub along your clothed heat through your panties. A soft gasp comes from your lips.

“It feels good, right?” Jungkook hums against your neck. His tongue slides up towards your ear, his teeth nibbling slightly on it just to tease you further. “Talk.”

“Is this…okay?” you ask him, as if you aren’t the one that should be assured. Jungkook looks into your eyes and it drives him crazy. Those sweet, innocent eyes. Such naivety behind them.

“Of course this is okay. You feel good, don’t you?” Jungkook asks.

You nod your head a bit. It felt good - but you and Jungkook were co-workers. You didn’t want to go too far with him and have things be awkward on set later on. Nor did you want him to think you were a groupie who is willing to jump his bones at any given moment.

“We’re going to have to act in front of the camera, Y/N. You’re going to have to moan…” Jungkook murmurs. “I want you to be completely comfortable for me. It’s just us.”

You don’t move when Jungkook tugs your pants down and discards them on the floor. His eyes are intense, watching you the entire time. He places his hands back between your legs, continuing to rub your wet core through your panties.

“You’re new to this.” Jungkook chuckles. “But it’s just you and me. I want you to be comfortable enough for me, okay? Tell me how you feel.”

You aren’t new to sex, but those hookups weren’t Jeon Jungkook. You were self-conscious already. You’re positive he’s done this with countless women - all beautiful models and actresses. You were just you; a newbie in the world and you’re positive you look it.

“It feels nice.” you mumble.

“Yeah?” Jungkook chuckles again, just because you were so cute. “And now?” 

Pushing your panties aside, Jungkook slides his fingers across your wet clit. He rubs a bit more profusely, hissing as just how good he knows your pussy feels. He knows it's tight and would milk him for everything he has.

“In order to look convincing on camera, we’re going to have to experience it behind the scenes.” Jungkook explains. “Don’t you want this? This movie is going to be big.”

Jungkook wouldn't say he was manipulating you. You could push him away and say no - he just knows you won’t. You did want this. He was going to open doors for you that would’ve remained closed if it wasn’t for him.

"The scene we’re acting out is a bit aggressive, but not all of them are.” Jungkook assures. His cock tightens at just the thought of handling you the same way his movie character handles yours. “You trust me right?”

Slowly, and slightly unsure, you nod your head.

“Good.” Jungkook removes his hand from your clit. “Get up. And strip.”

Jungkook was blurring the lines between reality and the script. But you wanted to be good - good enough for him to realize that he didn’t make a mistake in choosing you.

“Yes, sir.” you nod your head, following along with the script.

Jungkook watches you peel off the remaining clothing. Your bra falls right besides your panties, erect nipples staring back at him.

“Go up the stairs and to the right. That’s my bedroom.” Jungkook instructs. “We can’t act this scene out on the couch.”

You can feel Jungkook watching you as you do as he says. Being fully nude before him is nerve wrecking and you just hope you can appear sexy as you’re supposed to. You and him were actually going to do this - there’s no garments to hide either of your parts from one another.

“You think I’d allow anyone else to have what’s mine?” Jungkook hisses. He removes his belt as you sit on his bed, innocent eyes looking up at him.

“N-No, sir.” you murmur back.

“Exactly. I’d kill anyone who thinks they’ll take you away from me.” Jungkook pushes his pants off. You don’t want to stare at the obvious bulge in his underwear, but it’s hard not to. “How should I punish you then? You tried to run away from me.”

You swallow. “Sir-”

“How about you get on your knees?”

You lick your lips. Your character is supposed to be frightened, doing whatever it takes to survive Jungkook’s character - the obvious bubbling psychopath. Witnessing you on your knees, naked with those eyes causes something in Jungkook’s chest to rumble. His cock throbs, wishing you’d touch him already.

“I’d do anything, sir.” you say. Your soft hands lift up to touch him, sliding up his bare legs until they are on either side of his thighs. 

“Open your mouth.” Jungkook demands. His free hand is placed on your chin. “Wider.” he instructs over and over until your tongue is out.

You’re trembling when Jungkook pushes his underwear out. This is something you’ve never done. Oral sex wasn’t something you were interested in with simple hookups. His cock is big, veiny with a wet tip. Without warning - though you should’ve expected, he rubs his tip against your tongue. It’s salty and at the first sign of your hesitance, Jungkook tightens his fingers on your chin.

“You’re doing good.” Jungkook instructs. “You’ve sucked on a lollipop before, right? Treat it like that.”

This was Jungkook talking to you, not his character. His breathing increases when you listen. You were such a good girl - and your compliance would be rewarded. He could make you into the perfect actress - highly awarded just like he was. In due time, of course.

You do as Jungkook says, licking his tip just as you would a lollipop. It’s new to you and you aren’t sure if you’re doing it correctly, but Jungkook’s gasping lowly so you assume you are. Your eyes flicker up to look at him for reassurance.

“You’re doing good.” Jungkook says as if he knows. “Just…take more of me, yeah?”

Jungkook thrusts himself deeper into your wet mouth, groaning when you allow him to with little resistance. His hand holds onto your cheek. “Stay like this, okay. Let me…”

Jungkook begins to pump his cock in and out of you slowly. His moaning increases, his dark eyes fluttering every so often. You’re shocked with how wet you were, your thighs clenching together. Doing this for Jungkook and witnessing how good it makes him feel makes you feel good.

“You’re so beautiful taking my cock.” Jungkook speaks, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “You’re so good.”

Jungkook picks up the pace, as does his moans. Watching the way your wet mouth takes his cock deeper and deeper with little resistance, even if he can see the whelming tears forming to your eyes with how overwhelming it was. Fuck, you were such temptress.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. I promise you’d have it all. Just be good to me, okay?” Jungkook’s cock is so deep in your mouth that you cannot physically respond, but a hum vibrates from your throat and sends Jungkook into a frenzy. 

You’re unsure how you haven’t gagged more than a couple times with how deep Jungkook was, growing more aggressive by the second. You’re breathing through your nose heavily for air, your eyes glossy.

Jungkook spills entirely into your throat, the salty, warm substance causing you to actually gag. You swallow it, unsure what else to do after he removes his cock from your mouth. You finally breathe from your lips, blinking away the tears from your eyes.

“Look at you,” Jungkook hisses. “turn around.”

You were going by the script again. Once you can see again, you do as you’re told. You already know what’s next - the belt still in his right hand. You had to prepare for when you and him do this scene you suppose.

Jungkook wraps the leather belt around your neck, tightening just enough that it isn’t choking you. He forces you onto your feet.

“This is what I do to whore’s who don’t listen.”

You’re forced onto the bed. You immediately know what position to get into, having read the script. And Jungkook thinks you’re such an obedient person that it drives him crazy.

You aren’t sure how this scene was going to play out in front of the camera, but Jungkook isn’t hesitant to slam a hand directly on your bare ass. You yelp at the sudden action - and the sensation of it.

“Count.” Jungkook demands.

“One.”

SLAP!

“Two.”

SLAP!

“T-Three…”

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Your thighs are quivering, forced apart so Jungkook could watch the way arousal trickles down your thighs helplessly. Your ass is stinging, a pleasurable feeling you’ve never experienced until now. 

Jungkook yanks at the belt and you’re forced upward and against his chest. You struggle a moment, eyes widening. 

“You’re wet.” Jungkook says against your ear. “You like this, don’t you?”

You nod slightly, cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“That’s okay.” Jungkook assures. “I want you to feel good, too.”

Jungkook’s free hand slides between your legs. He doesn’t allow you to move and his grip onto the belt is firm. He likes the way you helplessly lean against his chest while his hand rubs along your wet clit.

“Let’s see how well you take my fingers.”

Jungkook’s fingers are intruding, but he doesn’t care. He slides them between your folds and  right in you. You’re tighter than he thought, fully taking him entirely. 

You gasp at the feeling, your pussy clenching instantly. Jungkook doesn’t intend on being soft with you - no. It’s what you were going to have to get used to. This wasn’t a soft movie - it was hard. It was intruding and invasive - showcasing just how obsessed Jungkook’s character was with yours.

Your pussy is squelching so loudly that Jungkook adds another finger. You’re moaning helplessly, your thighs aching too close to stop the overstimulation but Jungkook isn’t going to allow it. He forces his knee between your legs to assure you stay exactly like this.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, a hand on his wrist. “s-slow down, please. I-i can’t-”

“Shut up.” Jungkook hisses. He was enjoying fucking his fingers into your pussy. He can feel it - the throbbing and clenching and unclenching. 

“I have to…” you’re breathing heavily. Your eyes squeeze shut and your hands, to no avail, are attempting to pry Jungkook off of you. His hand only tugs on the belt.

There’s pressure building up in you. You felt as though you had to pee and you weren’t going to humiliate yourself and do that now. “P-please…!”

“Let go, Y/N. I know you feel it.” Jungkook’s voice is so deep that it tickles something in you. He wasn’t going to release you - not until you did what he said.

You have no control over the pressure that builds and builds until your body forces it out. It sprays entirely onto your thighs and onto the silk bed sheets.

“Such a good girl you are, Y/N.” Jungkook shakes his head, his wet fingers removed from your hole.

Jungkook isn’t going to let you regain any peace - not when you and he had to perfect your roles. When you feel something else at your entrance, you’re too overstimulated to say anything.

Jungkook enters you. You’re so wet that he slides past your walls effortlessly. He groans, feeling your wet pussy around his cock is mind blowing. You were amazing, he thinks, so wet and willing. He finds pleasure in knowing that it was him that is going to discover you and all your talents.

Jungkook begins to pump, forcing you onto his bed so he can get a better grip on you. Your legs are forced apart and your head is shoved into the wet sheets. You’re unable to form words and your eyes are still shut. He’s so deep, pounding into you with every ounce of aggression the script calls for.

“You’re going to be a star, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.” Jungkook hisses. He’s positive that you’re only half listening, the other half of you babbling and moaning to yourself. But he’ll make sure to tell you once more in the morning. 

Your hands grip the sheet, unsure if you were going to be able to handle another orgasm, but Jungkook wasn’t going to stop until you both were there.

Your ass bounces against his abdomen, your wet pussy gushing with more and more juices that he’s unsure just how this was possible. You’re creaming around his cock, so good that he’s positive you’re cumming over and over again.

“You love this, don’t you? You get to get fucked by me and have the world at your hands. You and I…” Jungkook speaks, now more to himself. To think about it, he could be your guide. Someone to protect you from harm in this industry - you were new and naive. Anyone could take advantage of you. “...I’ll protect you, Y/N. Make sure no one has their way with you.”

You whimper once more when you feel another sensation flowing though you and Jungkook are chuckling with delight. You’re limp, forced to allow Jungkook to have his way with you.

“Maybe we should become the next power couple, huh? Dominate the industry…the perfect actress I can have you be…”

Jungkook’s thrusts become sloppy, satisfied with the possibility of making you the star he knows you can be. The one you and he could be together - fuck, he was going to cum. His eyes squeeze shut, a few more thrusts and-

You feel warmth pool through you and Jungkook falls right on top of you. Your thighs are trembling and your eyes are heavy. You’ve cum more than you ever had before and you had no energy in you to move.

Jungkook is panting, his mouth right against your shoulder. He’s still pumping cum into you, sweat forming on his forehead. One thing for sure, Jungkook couldn’t wait to make you a star.

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teaser!

“Stop where?” she asks.

“To the lake.” Jungkook answers.

“Cut!”

Jungkook unclenches his hands from the steering wheel and turns around to the small child. She appears content to be holding the stuffed bunny and Jungkook makes sure that said bunny is going home with her when this movie is done.

“You’re a good little actress.” Jungkook coo’s. He opens the car door, the warm air hitting him instantly. He goes around back to open the car door and lets out the small child - the one that is acting as his child in the sequel to his movie. Your movie, as well.

Jungkook picks the small child up in his arms, stuffed bunny close. She places her head on his shoulder and Jungkook finds that he quite enjoys holding this child.

“Okay, next scene.” the director calls. “The lake scene will be our final one then we’ll wrap up for the rest of the day.”

Jungkook lightly bounces the child in his arms, going back into character. At the sound of the clapperboard and the loud “action”, Jungkook gets back into character, his lines running through his head.

Jungkook goes around to the trunk and opens it. “Looks like Stefan’s awake, baby.” Jungkook cackles, his eyes darkening the way the script instructed. Inside the now open trunk is a man tied up. “He was taking a little nap in the trunk.”

“Why?” the child speaks, her voice is soft over the muffled screams of Stefan - the actor in the trunk. His mouth is covered with tape and rope around his wrist and ankles. He was known in the industry as a stunt double, so being bound and gagged was just a regular Tuesday for him. 

In the child's script, she is said to be insensitive to the sight. Of course, she knows that this is all fake, but it’s still amazing to see that a child her age isn’t frightened. She was already a good actress and in years time, she would be just as great as you and him.

“Must’ve been sleepy.” Jungkook shrugs. “Appa’s going to put you down, okay?”

“Oh-kay.”

The camera follows Jungkook as he yanks the man out of the trunk and drags hims across the muddy scenery towards the lake. Said lake had to be rented out for the day and all the scenes had to be filmed today and today only - it was a nuisance.

You watch how natural Jungkook was behind the camera. He was a completely different man when he was acting - and he played a sociopath just right. Your legs are crossed in your seat, taking a sip of your bottled water as Jungkook pushes the tied man into the murky lake.

“Such a good girl!” you hear Jungkook say as he makes his way down the dock and back to the little girl who’s watching him. He scoops her into his arms. “Ready to see eomma?”

The little girl nods her head, rubbing her eyes just as she is instructed to do.

“You must be tired. Let’s go home, baby.”

“Cut!”

Jungkook bounces the girl in his arm. She’s no older than 5 and appears entirely small in his arms. You smile as they both make their way off of set and towards you.

“You did so good.” you tell her, placing a hand on her back. “You weren’t scared?”

“It’s not real.” she giggles as if you were silly for asking. 

Jungkook smiles your way, his eyes dancing along your face as he watches your reaction. 

“Do I look like a dilf?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows. “This movie might be even more popular than the first. I can see the tiktok edits and fanfictions now.”

You roll your eyes. The fanfictions. Jungkook wasn’t wrong when he said people enjoy toxic - you were none the wiser when you came across a popular fanfiction of you and Jungkook. He had laughed at you when you said the “warnings” were more than toxic - they were downright heinous.

“Let’s get a picture of you three!”

You turn to see your co-star. She was acting as your therapist in the movie. She holds up her phone camera and aims it at you. 

“Everyone loves a good behind the scenes.” she sing-songs, a hand waving for you to get in close with Jungkook and the child. 

Jungkook repositions the child so she is in the middle of you and him. Her tiny arms wrap around your neck and his, a wide grin on her tiny lips. 

The picture alone was more than good press. It left people talking  - fans, interviewers and talk show hosts. Now that you and Jungkook were engaged, it meant that family talk was always in whatever conversation you had with nearly everyone.

“We’re just focused on our careers.” is a statement you’ve been repeating time and time again - and you were serious about it. You aren’t sure if you wanted children anytime soon and up until you were proposed to, you hadn’t even thought about marriage.

“You always skate around the question.” Jungkook says one evening during dinner. You two had the day off from filming and were just enjoying one another's company. “Of children.”

You don’t look Jungkook’s way as you bite into the chicken. You do, however, take a deep breath. “It’s because what I do say is the truth.” you respond.

“That you’re focusing on your already established career?” Jungkook snorts. He places the takeout onto his coffee table and spreads his legs as he leans back onto the couch. “You don’t want to be married to me?”

Your head snaps to Jungkook, eyebrows knitting together. “What?”

“We’ve been engaged for nearly two years.” Jungkook snickers.  “You keep delaying the wedding.”

“I…we’ve both been busy.” you shake your head. Your heart thumps under Jungkook’s intense gaze. “We’re filming the sequel to my breakout movie and it has to be perfect, don’t you think?”

“You’re already a star.” Jungkook pushes himself closer towards you. You’re seated on the ground by the coffee table. “You’ve made millions. Open doors people who've been in this industry for decades could only dream of.”

You force your eyes away from Jungkook. Your foot begins to shake nervously.

“People say I got all those opportunities because of you.”

It isn’t a lie - both you and him know it. Jungkook being your manager and in charge of your career had indeed opened doors for you. You were the star in whatever movie or show you acted in. You remained on billboards, ambassador for high-end brands. Being associated with Jungkook, especially as his fiance, had more pro’s than con’s.

You, however, didn’t like it. The words of those who state you were only this successful because of Jungkook. That you were fucking your way to the top.

“Fuck what people say.” Jungkook scoffs. “They’re jealous of you, obviously. You have the life they want.”

Did you, you think. You know that people adore Jungkook and would do anything to have him as a partner. A part of you feels terrible for even thinking that maybe everything happened far too fast - that you should have said no to the marriage proposal. In the back of your mind, you hear the things that people say to you, but in Jungkook’s voice. “I made you,” he’d say. “You’d be nothing without me.” 

“I know.” is all you do say, your shoulders slumping.

Jungkook examines your face, tilting his head a bit. Your eyes look so distant and he knows you want to say something. He’s positive it’s about you marrying him. He noticed the same look in your eyes when he proposed in front of thousands of people - millions with the world watching from all around. 

“You don’t love me.” Jungkook murmurs, his voice dropping low. “You only agreed to the marriage to make yourself look good.”

Your eyes blink rapidly. You begin to shake your head back and forth. “What?” you gasp. “No. No! That’s not true-”

“Then what is it?”

Jungkook doesn’t take his sight off of you as you crawl towards him, making your way between his legs. You’re so cute, he thinks, still jittery and a bit nervous, even after all this time. You still had the urge to prove yourself to him, an action he adores about you.

“I do love you.” you quip. 

“Do you?”

Jungkook leans forward, those innocent eyes staring up at him. He likes the way you look at him. It reminds him of the naive girl you once were and deep down, still were inside. The insecure girl who he’s made a star that the world now loves.

The girl who could up and leave him one day without warning. The girl who he’s put time, energy and money behind.

You swallow a lump in your throat, finding that it was beginning to ache. Your hands are nervously shaking, unsure of what to do to not make Jungkook upset with you. Jungkook could be frightening when he was upset - though his anger was rarely towards you. You sat and watched as he often berated anyone he saw fit - crew, staff and even those close to him. You never wanted to be on the receiving end of his fury.

“Once the movie is done, we can get married.” you suggest, placing a hand onto his clothed thigh. Your eyes blink up at him, a strained smile on your lips. “Take a little break like you suggested.”

A satisfied smile forms onto Jungkook’s lips. He places a hand underneath your chin. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down, baby. My star…” he trails off, his own eyes twinkling in satisfaction. “...you’ll be the perfect bride.”

Jungkook loves you and he knows your love for him is just as strong. 

What Jungkook also knows is that though your love for one another is strong, marriage isn’t 100% guaranteed. He knows you’ll never leave him - not when you’re this insecure about yourself and your own abilities. Even now, you see Jungkook as the famous actor with power and you as the newcomer with no shine. Still, losing you - one of his greatest investments - is a risk he isn’t willing to take.

There isn’t a moment where Jungkook keeps his hands off of you. During breaks, Jungkook finds himself and you locked in his trailer. His tongue buried deep between your legs, thighs wrapped around his head. His head bobs back and forth as you ride out your orgasm, a cry coming from your lips that you attempt to hide, but you know Jungkook loves to hear you moan from him. He’d have you bent over the leather couch next, his cock impaling you from behind. The way your pussy clenches around him, he couldn’t help but spill his cum deep inside of you, muttering filthy words in your ears.

The more you interacted with the small child, but on set and off, the more Jungkook’s desire to see you with his child increased. 

“So pretty,” Jungkook groans, watching the way your breast bounces in sync with his punishing thrusts. Your creamy arousal coats his cock entirely, but he wants more. “You drive me so insane. You don’t even know.” he murmurs, shaking his head.

You do know, you think. You’re unable to say no to Jungkook when he’s in the mood. These days, it appears to be all the time. As filming wrapped up, you and Jungkook had all the time in the world outside of promoting the movie.

“You’ll look even prettier with a baby in you.” Jungkook grunts, sweat lining his forehead.  It doesn’t go unnoticed the way your pussy squeezes his cock after he says it. “You want that, too, don’t you?” 

It’s the sex, Jungkook thinks. He’s positive that a baby is the last thing you want now - but the act of being bred was hot in the moment.

Jungkook forces your legs apart, his hands cupping beneath your knees. He brings them up to your shoulders, drilling his cock deeper inside of you. Your eyes roll, the next position has you agreeing to whatever he wants as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

“How about I do just that, huh? Put a baby in you and show the world just who you belong to?” Jungkook groans, dark eyes clouded with lust. The idea of you being pregnant by him has his grunting. You and him on the red carpet, a hand cupping your growing stomach - it was perfect.

Then everyone would know that in the end, you and he were in it forever. No divorce or breaking up. You were his and he was yours.

“Please!” you huff out, mind blank. Your thighs were shaking, a pressure bubbling deep in your stomach. “Please cum in me, Kookie…”

Jungkook chuckles. How he adores your begging for him - he gives you exactly what he wants. Hot cum shooting deep inside of you, so much that it begins to seep out of you. 

You’re asleep before you know it, highly exhausted from the amount of sex you and he had. He doesn’t blame you. Instead, he tucks you underneath the warmth of the comforter, then makes his way out of the room to take a call.

“I can lose my license if this comes out.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “It’s not going to come out. Not unless you say something.” he murmurs. “Are you going to say something?”

“No.” the pharmacist says on the other end.

“Good.” Jungkook responds. “I’ll wire you the money once the prescription is ready, alright?” he confirms. “She’ll pick them up tomorrow morning.”

“Yes.”

Jungkook wants to scoff at the nervousness in the pharmacist's voice. 

“Lighten up. You can send your daughter to college with the amount I’m about to send you.” he says cockily and without another word, hangs up the phone. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath before turning back onto his heel and striding back towards the room. He gets into bed with you, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. He’s satisfied, he thinks. Sure, tampering with your birth control was going against your own rights - but he was your fiance and soon to be husband. He was also your manager and agent and he (and he alone) knew what’s best for you. You were once a commoner that turned to his rising star - a diamond that now shines bright amongst rhinestones around you.

Introducing you to your new step-father that summer meant also introducing you to his children. Biologically, he had two - Kim Taehyung and Kim Ari. At that time, Ari was already in college in Europe, studying fashion, a subject you never knew existed. Taehyung had graduated High school the year prior. 

The kicker was that of a certain boy by the name of Jeon Jungkook, an adopted son from a previous marriage.

“Though my wife and I didn’t work out, I adopted Jungkook when he was around 8.” your step-father stated at dinner.

You pondered just how that worked - Jungkook living with his adopted father instead of his mother. Where was his own biological father that he’d rather steer clear from both parents and remain with someone else entirely?

You never questioned either of them aloud, however.

Jungkook and you were the same age, though attending different schools. You were shocked to find out how wealthy this man was. He could afford private school tuition and even offered to send you to the same one Jungkook attended - you declined the offer. It took a month into your senior year for your mother to remove you from your well-liked public school, and put you right into private school alongside Jungkook.

You’ve tried your best to like it. However, the uniform skirt pissed you off. The lack of friends you had irritated you to no end that you were forced to sit with Jungkook and his friends. 

Literally. 

The boy would wait after your classes and force you to sit with a group of his friends you couldn’t care less about. You’re positive it was because his father had threatened to take away the brand new Porsche he got for him if he ignored you. Yet, day after day Jungkook would drag you to a table full of boys all his age where the two of you would eat. You were glad to not be a part of any of their conversations as they truly didn’t interest you. 

At first glance, Jungkook looks like the typical senior boy. Handsome face, nice smile and even nicer body as he was athletic. His appearance could be misconstrued as a toal fuck boy or a nice guy - and you learned that it all depended on what he felt like that day. At this moment, he was a nice guy. A few days prior, the fuck boy in him had him completely ignoring Laura; the girl he snuck into the home while your mother and his father were out on a date. 

Jungkook was also the person who’d take you to and from school. You learned at this private academy, there were no school buses - only chauffeurs and privileged students driving their own expensive cars. Jungkook being one of them.

Jungkook enjoyed feeling the wind in his hair as he drove, music blasting through the speakers. He drove as if the streets were his, dashing between cars and going from one lane to another.

“Can you slow down?” you asked him one day - months of dealing with your heart racing outside your chest.

“Tell me,” Jungkook turned down the music but didn’t turn to you. “why are you so incredibly boring?”

Your eyes widened at his words.

“You don’t do anything. You don’t even try to make friends-”

“I have friends!” you hissed back. “I just don’t care for the pretentious-”

“And I’m bored.” Jungkook interrupted, turning the music back up to further mess with you. For a moment, you’re silent, eyes wide and mouth agape. This was probably the most you’ve spoken to him, and even now you and him weren’t on good terms.

“How about you prove you aren’t boring then, sis?” Jungkook hollered over his music. The word “sis” comes out teasingly that it caused your nose to scrunch up. “We’re having a study session tonight. Come with me.”

You cross your arms. “How is studying not boring?”

Jungkook glances your way just as he switches lanes. His dark eyes are enough to tell you that you weren’t understanding anything. 

“Oh…” you trailed off, arms falling to your sides. There wasn’t going to be any studying. You suppose it was just a front to not get caught doing anything else. “I don’t-”

“Bo-” Jungkook began. “ring . Stay home alone on a Friday night for all I care. Mingyu was expecting to see you, though.”

Your brows knit together and Jungkook notices that now he has your attention. Mingyu was one of Jungkook’s friends who you were unfortunate to surround yourself with at lunch. You spoke little, only “hi’s” and “bye’s”. 

“He thinks you’re cute. He’s never going to shoot his shot first. You’re supposed to be off limits.” 

Jungkook turned down the long familiar private road to where the estate was. 

“Off limits for what?” you scoffed. Your mind immediately wandered negatively. Off limits because you weren’t like them. You weren’t born into money like they were, and even now that your mom has married into it, you were still a fish out of water.

“As friends, we’re not supposed to get involved with siblings. It’s messy.” Jungkook shakes his head matter-of-factly. “You’re a different case, however. You aren’t technically my sibling. We just met.”

Jungkook turned his eyes towards you once more, this time his stare lingering. “So you’re technically not off limits to anyone.”

The study session consisted of familiar faces. The majority of them were Jungkook’s friends you’ve sat with at lunch, while others were friends of friends, all lingering around each other in the large estate - all the while you kept to yourself mostly.

Jungkook was just as surprised as you were when you met him just when he was about to leave. He noticed the nervous look on your face when you asked him if you were dressed correct for the occasion. It caused him to snicker before motioning to his own casual wear. The untrained eye wouldn’t notice the nearly $600 pair of shoes he wore and designer clothing brand that’s considered “quiet luxury”.

“You’re all alone here.”

You recognize the voice that stands besides you. It’s Mingyu who’s holding out a red cup to you, one in his other hand that he sips on. You glance down at the cup and then back up at the dark haired boy.

“It’s nothing strong.” Mingyu offers a smile. “But if you’d like, I can get you something else. We have juice-”

“It’s fine.” you interrupt, your body warming up as you take the cup. You glance behind Mingyu to find Jungkook amongst the gathering of people. He’s drinking from his own red cup, his eyes watching the two of you.

The last thing you needed was for Jungkook to call you boring again.

“You don’t talk much.” Mingyu notes. “I suppose it doesn’t help that Kook left you, huh?”

You place the brim of the cup to your lips. “Y-yeah.” you murmur. You can smell the alcohol mixed with whatever juice he mixed with it. “I’m the odd one out.”

You take a sip and surprisingly, it doesn’t taste bad. You’re glad that Mingyu hadn’t lied about the taste. 

The next few hours are a blur as you and Mingyu talked and continued to drink. The room grew hotter. You became more relaxed, laughing heartily. You aren’t even sure when you and Mingyu ended elsewhere until your mind suddenly snapped back into reality of your naked body against his own.

“You’re very pretty, Y/N.” you hear him say, wet mouth against the nape of your neck. “I always thought so…”

Just as you and Mingyu had drank until your minds were spinning, so had everyone else. As the get together dragged on, people had dispersed. Those who stayed were already dozing off on different parts of the home - Jungkook recalls the time he got so wasted that he slept in the lawn because the house was far too humid to be comfortable.

Jungkook isn’t sure why he decides to follow you and Mingyu. It’s obvious what is bound to happen. For hours, you occupied yourself with his friend that he understood Mingyu’s feelings towards you were mutual.

Jungkook understands that it’s wrong and a complete invasion of privacy. His friend is so intoxicated that he doesn’t realize that the door is open a crack; just enough for Jungkook to look inside. He watches it all - the way Mingyu and you make out until clothing is scattered. He watches the way his friend’s hand touches your bare skin, his lips kissing upon it.

Jungkook is fully aware that this is wrong, but he cannot help but watch. He blames you, he thinks, because just as he was about to turn away and never bring this up to anyone, you get on top of Mingyu. Your back is facing him, smooth and arched. He’s unsure why it captivates him the way it does. 

Jungkook is frozen watching you, his own step-sister. The same girl he’s called boring just to tease you. The girl who doesn’t bother to make friends or do anything until now. Your hips rise and fall as Mingyu’s hands settle onto your waist, gripping tightly. Moans surround the room, yours a bit higher than his. He’s never thought about your sexlife until now and if he had, he’d assumed you were the type to wait. 

Jungkook knows this is wrong, but he cannot help the way his cock feels as he watches you right now. It’s hard in his pants, twitching each time you grind your hips against Mingyu, his friend hasn’t stopped moaning since you mounded him. 

“You feel so good~” you gasp. It’s as if Jungkook’s view of you has lifted, his eyes unblinking as he watches you. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart racing in his chest. He blames his own intoxication when his hands slide into his pants and grips his cock. He’s fully aware that this is wrong - and pathetic. But the way your ass looks from here is what continues to drive him crazy.

When Jungkook cums right in his pants is when his mind snaps back to reality. He finds the nearest bathroom and vomits everything into the toilet, managing to avoid stepping over a few drunken acquaintances.

What Jungkook proceeds to do next could be deemed as selfish, but what does being a selfless person get you in life? He learned from his (adoptive) father that if you wanted something in life, you had to take it - no matter the costs or the length in time.

Mingyu is his friend - one of Jungkook’s closest friends. He wants all of his friends to have what's best for them. At first, he thought he wouldn’t care about his friends dating you. There wasn’t a reason to be.

Now, though, Jungkook fears that he cannot get you out of his mind. His mind often rings with your sweet moans and sudden gasps. The way your hips grinds with such pleasurable need that has his mouth salivating whenever the picture pops into his mind. Not only was it pathetic to be hung on a single person, but utterly prohibited.

But why, Jungkook thinks, would it be prohibited? Sure, your mother was married to his father. But, not his biological father. Even so, you and he had just met nearly a year ago. You and he were soon to be out into the real world, going to universities like Taehyung and Ari were. It would be weird if his attraction towards you were aimed at Ari, someone he considered to be his true sister. But for you….

Of course, Jungkook understands that ruining what you and Mingyu were becoming was selfish. However, if he didn’t get it out of his system, it would continue to boil inside him until he could no longer contain himself. He was tired of watching you walk around the home like nothing had happened between you and his friend. Hell, even when he asked Mingyu himself, he had lied to his face. “We just talked and made out a little,” he recalls.

That meant that what Mingyu felt was genuine. He didn’t see you as a random hookup that he spoke about freely and that alone was dangerous. It meant that Jungkook couldn’t have you.

“Before it gets too serious,” Jungkook told his friend one night. “you should stop pursuing Y/N. She’s…”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything further for a moment. He can feel Mingyu’s eyes staring right into him, his mouth agape ready to argue. They had this conversation months ago and Jungkook had stated that it was fine. It wasn’t fine anymore, he thinks. He cannot continue to watch the way you smile at his friend, a flirty look in your eyes. At home, he could hear you talking to him over the phone and even when he was out with his friends, you were always in Mingyu’s phone, which left his friend distracted.

No, Jungkook couldn’t allow this to continue. Maybe after he had a taste of you, he pondered, then maybe.

“She’s like a sister to me.” Jungkook continued. “Besides, you already said you were going out of the country to study.”

Mingyu blinked. “Yeah but…she could come with me?” he knitted his brows. “Or I can stay-”

“Why would you put your life on hold for someone you just met, gyu?” Jungkook scoffed. “I’m telling you this as your friend. Let it go…if later on down the line you two rekindle then it’s meant to be, right?”

You never thought you’d be in this position. You’ve become one of the girls you once took pity on. You were now the girl that had hooked up with someone and was let down. Mingyu had let you down as easily as he could but it still didn’t stop your feelings from being hurt.

You didn’t give Mingyu the satisfaction of ghosting you. You avoided him at all costs. You no longer sat with Jungkook or his friends and instead decided that eating alone with your airpods was just fine until Jungkook made his appearance beside you. At first, he was silent, never speaking about the obvious elephant in the room.

Then-

“Peer pressure?” Jungkook questions you one night. He lifts the alcohol bottle for you to view. “I’m sick of you sulking.”

“I’m not sulking.” you scoff, turning your attention back to your laptop. “I’m doing homework.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Bo-” he begins and you automatically sigh. “ring. What did I say about you being cooped up on a Friday night?”

You snicker. “The last time I went out with you on a Friday night I got my time wasted.” 

Jungkook leans against the wall. “I’m sorry about that.” 

Your eyes snap back to Jungkook. You’ve never heard him apologize to you before. You gently close your laptop, your body warming. “For…what?” you murmur.

For ruining your bubbling relationship, but Jungkook couldn’t admit to that. 

“For Mingyu.” Jungkook nods. “He’s my friend, after all, and I was the one to encourage him to go after you. If I would’ve known he was going to have cold feet…” he trails off.

You shrug one shoulder, leaning back against the couch. “It’s not your fault.” you say. “Where are you going?”

“Kickback. We’re only a few weeks away before we're done with this shit, aren’t we?” Jungkook chuckles. “Then, the summer is ours.”

“Before we end up right back for college?” you snicker, a small grin on your lips.

“Y/N,” Jungkook bounces away from the wall to make his way closer to you. “college parties are way better. Besides, no curfews,” Jungkook seats himself on the arm of the couch. He has no discard for possibly damaging it. “no stealing liquor from the cellar.” he says, jiggling the bottle in his hand. “It’s perfect. Now get up. Wear something hot to show Mingyu that you aren’t bothered by him.”

Jungkook offers a smile - wear something hot for him and him alone, he thinks.

“If you feel tired, just go upstairs to my room.” you tell Ana - more like yell - over the loud music that’s booming throughout the estate. 

Ana, of course, isn’t listening fully. She’s already 5 shots in and she’s feeling the party entirely. You allow her to drag you towards the kitchen where there’s already a row of shots displayed. 

By the time you got out of the shower, Jungkook had told you that there was a change in plans. You’re positive it had something to do with the text you’ve received from your mother that told you she and your step-father wouldn’t be returning until Sunday.

Obviously, to Jungkook, that meant whatever kickback - you now know that is just a codename for a party - he was attending could now happen in the comfort of his own home. 

You peer down at the row of shots - Mystery shots is what Taehyung calls it. 

Taehyung was someone you were not expecting to see so soon. He rarely visits home and when he does, it’s usually only for dinners. Now, however, you see just how vibrant he is. Maybe this is what college was about, you think.

It’s a game to Taehyung to see who could guess what shot they’re taking. He throws money at whoever could guess it, the majority of them far too tipsy to even conjure up the correct words.

Ana grabs one light and dark liquid and shoves one your way. “You’re not drunk enough for me.” she says with a laugh. She begins to dance, twirling and spinning along with the music that you couldn't help but find her carefree attitude funny.

Ana and you had been friends since your freshman year of high school when she sat besides you in class. She was talkative, telling you every and anything - by the end of the day, you knew that her parents were getting a divorce because her father had cheated and gotten his mistress pregnant.

Needless to say, it was the start of a friendship. One that you told her that could lead up to your college years. Though you hoped you and she could attend the same, now that you no longer depended on financial aid to get you by, you’re sure that wasn’t going to be the case. 

It was Jungkook who persuaded you to invite Ana. Not because you didn’t want her there, but because he knew that if you were going to let loose tonight, your carefree friend had to be there. He’s positive that you’ve learned your lesson from the last time - a lesson he needed you to unlearn if he wanted to be in Mingyu’s position. So if a costly uber ride is what he had to pay for to get your friend who lived an hour away to come, then so be it.

With Ana coming only meant that she brought her wardrobe, insisting that you needed to look as hot as she knew you could. 

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asks Jungkook. He notices his brother’s eyes lingering for far too long in a certain direction. A direction he doesn’t have to follow.

The night drags on. You and Ana are both more than tipsy along with the majority of everyone here. Taehyung had given out enough cash to pay Ana’s mothers rent for the next 4 months - pocket change is what he calls it - due to the drinking game. 

“I know that look in your eye.” Taehyung continues. He’s holding a water bottle in his hand and he takes a sip, something he hasn’t seen anyone do here yet. He tells himself that in due time, they’ll learn to chase their liquor with water and not be drunken fools. “However, I do not know who that look is for.”

Jungkook turns his eyes away from you - and Ana - to look at Taehyung. The older man furrows a single brow. He knows the younger boy enough that sometimes, words don't need to be spoken.

“I see.” Taehyung hums. “Who wants to play hide and seek?”

“What?” someone calls out drunkenly. 

“I do!” Ana says, raising her hand. She’s no longer distracted by the intense game of beer pong. “It’ll be fun.”

“Are we not too old?” you ask her, voice slurred. 

“No!” she squeals.

There were only a few players. Taehyung set the rules - hide, and if he finds you that’s another 3 shots. You aren’t sure you could handle one shot, let alone three.

You lose Ana quickly as she decides to take this game seriously. You ditched your heels long ago, your feet dragging along the cool floors. Upstairs is off limits to guests and seeing as you weren’t one, your drunken mind tells you that it’s the perfect place to hide.

And maybe stay for the remainder of the night if slumber overtook you. The thought of sleeping now was more than appetizing.

“Are you cheating?”

You yelp as you turn the corner at the top of the steps. Jungkook is in front of you. You notice he’s lazily holding a water bottle in his right hand.

“What?” you shake your head. “No, I’m-” you swallow. “If I'm cheating then so are you!”

Jungkook snickers. “I am.” he says, nonchalant. “Tae knows all my hiding spots by now. He’ll force me to take 5 just to fuck with me.”

“You fuckers better be hiding well!” Taehyung calls out, somehow louder than the music. 

“He’ll never suspect we’ll be hiding up here, right?” Jungkook murmurs, coming closer. “Let’s go to your room.”

It doesn’t strike you as odd, so you nod. Upon entering your room, you turn the lights on, but dim them enough so it isn’t too bright to irritate you . 

Jungkook closes the door behind him, locking it quietly. He watches you flop onto your bed and let out a sigh. The music from inside here is muffled, the door vibrates softly from the bass.

“Ana dressed you up nicely.” Jungkook states, now at the foot of your bed. Your skirt is short and stops at your mid-thigh. He recalls Ana calling it gorilla grip, stating that it wouldn’t rise up no matter what you did. Your top is tight, hugging your breast in a way he finds all too appealing. 

“For no reason.” you say. You turn to lay on your back now, comfortably against your pillows. “Mingyu didn’t come.”

Jungkook tilts his head. He wouldn’t tell you it’s because he didn’t invite him. 

“He’ll see the pictures in someone's story.” Jungkook shrugs. “Besides, it isn’t a waste, right? You had fun.”

“Yeah.” you admit. “I did. I’m going to have a headache tomorrow morning for sure.” you laugh. “I don’t know how you do this every week.”

“It’s okay to have fun, Y/N.” Jungkook takes a seat on your bed, watching you. Lazily, he places the water bottle beside him. “Ana’s having the time of her life right now.”

Knowing Ana, right about now she was either hiding somewhere no one could find her or somewhere so obvious. There wasn’t an inbetween. 

“How are you feeling?” 

You let out a breath. “Alright.” you respond. You hadn’t thought about Mingyu the entire night like you thought you would’ve. Before Ana had forced drinks down your throat, you were so anxious about potentially coming face to face with Mingyu that you couldn’t focus on anything else. It took her intoxicating you to actually let loose and forget about him.

“This is probably the drunkest I've seen you.” Jungook chuckles. He lays down besides you, peering up at the ceiling before turning to face you. “You weren’t this drunk at the last kickback.”

You swallow. Jungkook notices the way your eyes advert away, avoiding his gaze. You didn’t want to talk about the last party and the way you’ve stupidly given in to Mingyu. You felt foolish to believe his words of him actually liking you. 

“I wasn’t aware you noticed.” you snicker. You can finally face Jungkook as the mood lightens, your own self-loathing subsiding. “You left me as soon as we walked in.”

“I kept my eye on you the entire night.” Jungkook quips. 

You stare at Jungkook. He stares back. You swallow, your eyes squinting a bit. “Wha…what?”

“I kept my eye on you,” Jungkook repeats his sentence, his tone lowering to a mere whisper. “the entire night.”

Your body burns. Surely Jungkook didn’t mean that, right? There was no way he knew about you and Mingyu - he would’ve said something about it by now. Teased you, at least. Though you and Mingyu aren’t on the best terms, you believed him when he said he hadn’t told Jungkook about that night.

“Does that upset you?”

You blink a few times to get out of your head. “Does what upset me?”

“Does it upset you that I watched?”

Your body stiffens just as Jungkook says it. Your eyes widen slightly, your ears pop as if you’re hearing for the first time. You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“I didn’t mean to at first. I wanted to find you and make sure no one’s done anything to you…”

Jungkook comes closer to you, a hand laying onto your exposed arm. He can feel the goosebumps on your skin. 

“…the door was cracked and that’s when I saw-“

“Please stop.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. Your hands form into firsts, your nails digging into the delicate skin of your palms. This moment was humiliating now knowing that Jungkook was there. That not only had he caught you and his friend, but he watched. 

“Would you be upset if I told you I liked watching you?”

Your eyes snap open this time. You jolt upwards, peering down at Jungkook. He appears far too relaxed right now . Maybe he was just drunkenly spewing thoughts he would otherwise conceal. 

“You…shouldn’t say those things.”

“Why not?” Jungkook questions. “I did like watching you. You looked…different. Relaxed. Pleasured. It’s a beautiful sight to see.”

You weren’t yelling or telling him to get out. You didn’t appear disgusted by his voyeur ways, just shocked. It encourages Jungkook to climb on top of you, his knees on either side of your legs. 

“I liked watching the way your hips grinded." Jungkook murmurs. His hands roam upwards so shamelessly, stopping just underneath your breast. “The way you moaned and begged for more.” 

“You-“

Jungkook’s hand grips your breasts, his eyes flickering to you in a way that’s testing your reaction. 

“-can’t do this!” you yelp. Your hands place themselves onto Jungkook’s arm, going to push him away. 

“Why not?” Jungkook doesn’t move. “Besides the obvious reason.”

Your heart is beating fast, your eyes wide and full of shock. “W-What other reason would there be?” you hiss.

Jungkook hums. His hands go to squeeze your breast, the bra you’re wearing does not allow him to feel them like he wants to, but it was enough for now. “What was it about Mingyu?”

Jungkook leans closer to you as his right hand roams upwards, past your collarbone and towards your neck. The alcoholic smell on him is faint and you can smell the citrusy aroma of his cologne now that he’s closer. 

Your palms dashes to his chest in an attempt to stop him from coming even closer, the sudden closeness causing your head to spin. Your heart continues to leap and just outside the door, you remember that there’s a party going on. 

“There wasn’t anything, was it?” Jungkook murmurs. His fingers tap at your neck as goosebumps form. Suddenly, he cups your chin and juts your head towards him. “He’s just the first person to give you the attention you wanted.”

“That’s not true.” you retort rather weakly. Even you couldn’t sound confident in your rebuttal. Deep down, you thought so yourself.

“Would you be upset if I kissed you?” Jungkook questions. “Would you push me away?”

You inhale. Unbeknownst to you, your hands grip onto Jungkook’s shirt as you process his words.

“It would be fun.” Jungkook leans a bit closer, not yet touching your lips. His nose glides across yours. “You and I in here doing something we aren’t supposed to while they look for us out there.”

“Kook,” you sigh out.

You shouldn’t be here, nor should you have allowed Jungkook to do this. You could push him away at any given moment, but instead you choose to lay idle as he does what he wants. A part of you tells you that you did want this - that Jungkook was yet another person who was showing you the attention you wanted.

“Stop being so boring, Y/N.” Jungkook presses his lips to yours, more hungrily than even he anticipated. His mind flashes with moments of you and Mingyu, only it was him at the receiving end of it.

Your throat vibrates when you feel Jungkook just his hips forward, deepening the kiss. His hold on your chin tightens, assuring you don’t pull yourself away. You hadn’t, however, and slowly you feel yourself give into him, your once widened eyes slowly softening. 

“Feel’s good, right?” Jungkook murmurs against your lips before capturing them again. He ruts his hips towards you once more and it’s evident that he wants more.

“What if-”

“Stop.” Jungkook lets go of your chin this time, allowing his lips to replace his fingers as he peppers light kisses. “We’re just having fun, Y/N. Don’t think too much into it.”

Just having fun. 

Your brain keeps repeating Jungkook’s words over and over again. 

Just having fun.

You let out a slow breath when Jungkook’s lips reach your neck. A hand gently grasps your thigh, tugging it so Jungkook could pull them apart. The new position has your body warming, slight embarrassment flowing through you.

This was wrong, sure, but it’s fun - right? It was just you and Jungkook. The door was closed and, unbeknownst to you, locked. No one would ever think to look for the both of you up here. Everyone was drunk and having their own fun - including you and Jungkook.

“You smell good.” Jungkook groans against your neck. His hips buckled once more.  This time you couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of him. “You always do, though.”

“Stop smelling me.” you hiss, though you aren’t annoyed; not like you would’ve been prior. “...creep.”

You hear Jungkook laugh, his breath hitting your neck. More goosebumps form. He lifts himself to face you, his dark eyes scanning your face for a moment. 

You blink a few times, your eyebrows furrowing slowly at how long Jungkook peers at you. Being in this position already is nerve wrecking, but then you add the way Jungkook stares at you, his face unreadable. You always thought he was handsome, such boyish looks that had you flushing upon first meeting him. 

“Stop staring at me!” you whisper-hiss, already embarrassed enough to be in this position.

Jungkook blinks a few times. “Can’t I not find you pretty?” he hisses back. “You’re going to ruin the mood with your attitude, you know?” “You’re only saying that now.” you roll your eyes. “If you weren’t a pervert watching me-”

“It wasn’t like you were being quiet, either. If it wasn’t me, it could’ve been anyone.” Jungkook shots, shutting you right up. “Besiiiides, I always found you pretty.”

Jungkook holds eye contact as his hands snake their way underneath the shirt you wore, feeling your soft flesh against his hands. He watches the way your eyes flutter nervously as he reaches closer and closer to your covered breasts. 

Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said he found you pretty. More cute, if anything. The way you always followed the rules just told him that you were used to being your mothers main focus. Now, you had more than enough free time on your hands like the rest of them did and free time meant you could do anything without getting caught.

Attending “studying sessions” that had you tipsy and fucking was once of them.

“How much fun are you looking to have?” 

It’s you that breaks the silence first just as Jungkook’s hands grips your breast for a second time. It’s a question that caught him off guard, but he’s more intrigued.

“The way you act, I’m scared to tell you what I want to do.” Jungkook teases. This time, his hand rises upwards, dark eyes focusing on your reaction when he gently tugs at your bra strap. “You’re not gonna act boring now are you?”

Your heart is beating so fast, Jungkook can feel it. 

“You’re calling me boring but you haven’t done anything to entertain me.” you say boldly. It causes the boy’s eyes to widen a bit, a smirk forming onto his lips at your response. 

It’s then Jungkook remembers his water bottle that doesn’t have water in it. It’s discarded a few feet away from him and quickly, he grasps it. He opens it and gulps, the harsh alcohol going down easily. He then holds it out for you to take.

You do, watching him the entire time. You’ve drunk more this year than ever - not that you had the chance to sneak liquor with your mother around. The alcohol burns your throat well, Jungkook hums. “I wanna make you cum.”

You nearly choke at the crude words that come from his lips.

“Don’t act shy now.” Jungkook takes the bottle from your hands and takes another swig of it before placing it on your nightstand. “Just go with the flow, okay? I’ll entertain you well.”

It began with kissing again, this time you giving in. Your tongue dances with his, tasting the amount of alcohol you both consumed that had you right here tangled together. Jungkook grinds into you, his bulge hardened and noticeable, but he wasn’t the only one that was enjoying this. The heartbeat between your legs is one indicator, along with the growing wetness that’s forming against your panties. 

Jungkook doesn’t shy away from touching you, his hands roam around your body. He hikes your shirt further and further up, gripping your soft skin at times as if you were going to disappear beneath him. It takes you a moment, but as you grow into the heavy makeout session you’re having with him, your hands wander as well. They settle on his shoulders for a bit, but then slide down his torso. He’s toned, the workout along with the competitive sports he’s apart of pays off.

It’s Jungkook who breaks away from you first, a trail of saliva connecting to both of your lips before it snaps. Your eyes flutter open just in time for him to remove his shirt. He throws it aside without a care before his hands connect back to your body. He hikes your own shirt above your head and throws it besides his own. Then, his fingers hook behind your back. “This has to go, too~” he sing-songs low.

You feel a low breeze in the air when you’re exposed, but Jungkook has enough warmth for the both of you. At the sight of your bare breast, he groans, large hands engulfing them entirely. 

Your face is hot as Jungkook kneads your breast. He watches you intently, memorizing every reaction your face draws - every moan that falls between those lips. It was him who wanted to make you moan even louder than Mingyu had.

The pads of Jungkook’s thumb circles your hardening nipples, slowly. His cock is already throbbing in his pants, but he’s a patient person. There was nothing he enjoyed more than edging himself on.

“Your tits are just as pretty as you.” Jungkook murmurs. “Come here.”

You pick yourself up from your laying position and allow Jungkook to flip the two of you. It takes him a few seconds to kick off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. The lack of clothing gives you a better feel of him, especially when Jungkook presses you firmly against his bulge. 

“You look even prettier from this angle.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to hide the shy look on your face. Jungkook’s hands slide up your stomach and towards your breast slowly, as if to savor this very moment. His free hand rests onto your waist, squeezing it.

“Don’t act bashful now, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs. “You feel good against me.”

It started with kissing, yes, but then it followed by you grinding against him, your knee’s on either side of his waist. Jungkook isn’t sure where to put his hands as he roams it all around your body. He directs you to grind against him harder; faster, the sensation of your warmth against him is far too great for it to stop too soon. He slides his hand around your back, caressing it before he pushes you closer to him. 

Jungkook’s lips connect to your neck once more. He tells himself that each hand, in order to handle all of you, had to be gripping something else entirely. His left hand is digging its nails into your waist to keep you right where he needs you. His right dips lower to your ass, pushing the skirt up just so he can grip the flesh in his palm. His wet kisses trail lower and lower until they’re at your breast.

“I know you’re wet.” Jungkook’s muffled against your chest, another squeeze to your ass. “I can feel it.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong, you think, you’re entirely too wet just for you and him to be dry humping. Your hips hadn’t stopped grinding against his bulge, the sensation against your covered clit all too amazing for you to want it all to end. 

But of course, Jungkook has to add to your pleasurable suffering. His tongue pokes out from his lips and slides across your soft flesh. He glides it lower and lower before the tip of it captures your nipples. You yelp, but he understands fully with the way you grind against him that you love what he’s doing.

Jungkook captures the sensitive bud into his mouth entirely, suckling on it as he groans in his own satisfaction. His hips jut upwards to meet your own.

Jungook’s cheeks are flushed red, dark eyes clouded with lust. He pops your nipple from his lips and immediately dives for the other one, capturing it in his greedy mouth. His hand proceeds to squeeze your ass once more, in complete and utter bliss to be in this position with you.

“That feels good.” you whimper out, grinding your hips against his clothed cock. Your panties are soaked through, the forbidden act turning you on more and more. 

Such words had Jungkook breathing heavily. His cock twitches into your soaked panties. He pops your nipple from his lips, a needy whine following suit. “I wanna make you cum.”

Swallowing, you nod a bit nervous. It wasn’t a reason to act shy now, not after you two had seen way too much of one another. 

Jungkook is quick in pushing you onto your back, your breast bouncing at the impact. Licking his lips, he proceeds to hook his fingers in the hem of your skirt, tugging it down before it’s around your knees. Then, at the sight of the wet spot between your legs, he chuckles. 

“I like that you’re having fun.” 

“Fuck off.” you groan, your thighs attempting to close, but Jungkook stops you. 

“Not until you cum~” Jungook sing-songs. He removes your skirt entirely, discarding it just like he had with your shirt. “You’re so hot, you know? I never thought a bore like you would hide something like this-“

“Now you’re ruining the mood!” you snap, slapping his wrist in slight irritation that Jungkook only laughs off. 

“I’m just teasing, baby.” Jungkook shakes his head. “You know I like a bit of banter.” 

You open your mouth to say something more, but Jungkook’s fingers at the center of your already wet clit has you shutting up. Slowly, eyes watching yours, his fingers go between the sticky fabric, sliding it to the side. 

Jungkook licks his lips again. “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy, too.” 

“Stop staring at it like that!” you snap at him, cheeks warm. “You’re such a creep.”

“I can’t admire you? Mingyu jumped right into fucking you. Maybe I just wanna savor you.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut-“

Before you can utter the “up”, you’re the one that’s silenced by Jungkook’s fingers twirling against your sensitive clit. You whimper, eyes fluttering as he continues, quickening the pace and adding pressure. 

“You got a lot of mouth for a bitch that’s leaking all over herself.” 

Jungkook cannot believe that Mingyu felt this first. Granted, with a condom, but still. You’re so wet, dripping with lustful arousal that he cannot fathom ever feeling this around his cock. His heart beats with anticipation, his mouth salivating with hunger he never experienced before for another person. 

“Do you touch yourself?”

 The question is invasive, sure, but Jungkook doesn’t find him asking a big of a deal - especially with the position you both are in now. If anything, he finds it hot at the thought of you touching yourself needily in the same bed you and he are occupying now,

“Sometimes.” you murmur shyly.

Jungkook feels his cock twitch once more. He glances at your flushed face for a moment, stunned that you’re already watching him. Your own eyes widen at being caught and all he can do is snicker when you snap your eyes away. He doesn’t say anything initially, instead sliding his fingers down towards your entrance, intrigued on how you’d react.

You breath hitches when Jungkook begins to enter two fingers inside of you - slowly. So slow that it’s nearly painful. Your pussy squeezes around him so lovingly, willing to take whatever was offered, sticky and dripping and all for him. 

Dare you say you were even more embarrassed by how your thighs widened, wanting more from Jungkook of all people. 

“You’re so tight.” Jungkook grants, pumping his fingers in and then out - again, slowly. His eyes marvel at your arousal coating his fingers. When he hears a whine from you, it does nothing but encourage him to pump faster. “You really do have such a pretty pussy, Y/N…”

With his free hand, Jungkook places it onto your outer thigh as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. It squelches, juices splattering onto his palm and wrist; evidence of the forbidden action. 

You’re thankful for the music outside playing far too loud for anyone to hear the way you cry with pleasure. He’s knuckled deep now, contemplating if he wanted to add another finger to further set you off, or continue ramming his fingers deep inside of you until you’re withering beneath him.

“Isn’t this fun?” Jungkook murmurs. He leans closer to your face; so close that his warm breath tickles your nose. “To think anyone can walk in and see us like this.”

It wouldn’t happen, Jungkook knows this. He’s locked the door so that wouldn’t happen. Still, the idea of it was hot.

And even you thought so, your pussy squeezing around his fingers even tighter. Your eyes flutter a bit, lips letting out such lewd moans that he’ll hear in his thoughts forever. 

“K-Kook,” you huff, reaching for him. 

Jungkook’s a bit surprised by you not saying his full name. Even more when you place a hand onto the back of his neck and force him down to your lips, initiating the kiss first.

 You’re cumming, Jungkook thinks as your tongue dances along his. He doesn’t stop pumping until you are, moaning against his mouth prettily, grinding against his hand. Your grip on his neck is tight, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest.

Removing his fingers, Jungkook feels the way your juices coat not only him, but yourself and the bed entirely. Your grip on him loosens until you let go, falling against your bed limply. Your chest rises and falls, eyes closed.

The sight of you is ravishing to Jungkook. Your pussy is so wet and sore and the fucked out expression on your face.

“What are you doing?” you ask,  voice a bit groggily, peaking one eye open. Jungkook has come closer to you, pressing his lips to your ears.

“I wanna have you, too.” Jungkook responds, a pleading tone you’ve never heard from him before. “I wanna make you cum again.”

“I-wait!”

You were far too occupied with coming back to your senses that you hadn’t noticed how ready Jungkook was. The tip of his cock slides between your wet folds, rubbing along your clit.

“Are you wearing a condom?” you asked hastily, pushing at his chest.

“...I don’t have one.” Jungkook knits his brows together. “I-I mean I do but…it’s in my room.” 

You swallow before huffing.

“You aren’t going to make me get it, right?” Jungkook’s bottom lips jut out, a disappointed look on his face. “I can just pull out.”

“Have you ever done that?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods his head. A lie, he’s never not worn a condom, but he tells himself with you it’s different. With you it’s safe. “I usually pull out with the condom on, anyways.”

You aren’t entirely convinced, but it’s the way Jungkook’s cock circles your clit that has you thinking otherwise. It’s the look on his face, too. So handsome and pleading.

“I’m not on birth control.” your eyes squint at Jungkook.

“Stop being dramatic, Y/N, I’ll get you a plan B if things go wrong.” Jungkook states, flashing you a wide boyish grin - because this was your way of agreeing, after all. “Just kidding. Nothing will go wrong. Promise~”

Jungkook isn’t so sure of himself when he enters you. Your velvet walls engulf him, warm and wet. He shudders visibly, swallowing thickly. He doesn’t move for a moment, truly savoring the way you feel around him. 

“Stop doing that,” Jungkook groans. “Stop…squeezing it. You’re gonna make me cum.”

It was your turn to laugh in his face, an action that has him flushing.

“You’re such a loser if that is going to make you cum.” you tease.

Jungkook rolls his eyes.  He could indulge in your spat, but he chooses to fuck you instead. Both of his hands rest on either side of your head, your legs wrapped firmly around his waist. He begins to thrust slowly at first to get the rhythm of it.

There wasn’t any use in holding in your moans - not now. The music dies down in your ears as you focus solely on Jungkook - the sound of his own groans and moans. The way his skin slaps against yours with each thrust, your pussy squelching lovingly for him. The way his dark hair falls into his eyes, but you can still see them peaking through watching you.

“You really are pretty.” Jungkook murmurs, his fingers grabbing a fistful of your sheets. He’s watching you so closely, as if memorizing every aspect of your face.

“You’re just saying that,” you scoff. “because you’re deep inside of me.”

Jungkook pumps deeper, hitting that sweet spot that has your back arching. He continues to watch you, enthralled with how your eyes flutter and you let out loud, uncaring cries. He’s unsure if he ever felt this way with someone else - so caring about how their pleasure felt.

“I always thought you were pretty.” Jungkook grunts. He’s thrusting into you entirely too deep, determined to hit that tender spot each and every time to have you jerking and stuttering. Your juices splattering against your thigh, your legs tightening around him so he couldn’t stop. “You’re just prettier now beneath me.”

“Kook - ah!” 

At first, Jungkook thinks your hand on his waist was to signal him to slow down. When he does, a whine hits his ears, then he feels the pressure of your hand on his waist for him to keep on.

To go harder.

So Jungkook does. He slams his cock as deep as he could, uncaring about the headboard slamming against the wall - everyone had to be too drunk to notice. You and Jungkook were too high into forbidden pleasure to even care. Your hands slide up from his waist, tapping against his spine to his neck. 

“-so good!’ your eyes are closed as you speak, his cock ramming into your creamy heat over and over again, your toes curling. 

You’re cumming again and Jungkook feels it. You’re even wetter, more tighter. You wrap both arms around his neck and hold him close, his chest against yours. It’s an action he hasn’t felt before. It felt more intimate than he’s ever experienced. He almost has to remind himself that this wasn’t the normal thing to do.

He had to remind himself to pull away from your warm embrace when he feels his own pressure building in, even when he doesn’t want to. He cums against your thighs, the closest he could manage when he pulls out of you. He’s shuddering, twitching as he cums. It’s too much for him to handle as it seeps out of him entirely - too much than he’s had in a while.

The high dies down, and when it does you’re both left with the realization that this was something that never should’ve happened. Jungkook stares up at your ceiling as you turn your back to face away from him. He’s unsure what to do or say.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook finally speaks. It was a habit of his to shake his foot whenever he was anxious. “Yeah.” you say. “Just processing things.”

Jungkook doesn’t stay longer than he usually needs to. He wouldn’t be out the door by now. He isn’t sure what to say to you. He doesn’t want you to regret anything and come to despise him for it.

“I’m surprised you’re still here.”

You bring him back to reality. 

Jungkook blinks once.

Then again. “I can…leave,” he mutters. 

“Isn’t that what you usually do?”

Jungkook turns his head slowly to face you. You’re still turned away from him.

“I hear the girls talk around school.” you say. “You have a reputation of a fuck boy, but they still want you, you know? See if they’re different.”

Jungkook hums. He never knew you’d hear about what he did or who he hooked up with. He suppose gossip like that travels to you fast when people think you aren’t listening. 

“I don’t care about them.” Jungkook states. He’s truthful, as bad as it sounds. 

You scoff. “You’re an asshole.”

“True.” Jungkook ponders aloud. “I care about you, though. I hope you don’t link yourself with them.”

You aren’t sure what to say, so you say nothing. Jungkook doesn’t truly expect you to.

“I’m not lying. I do care about you.” Jungkook repeats. “I don’t want you to hate me because of…this.”

There’s more left unspoken that Jungkook doesn’t say. He doesn’t want you to hate him from ruining whatever could’ve happened with Mingyu for his own selfish reasons. He once told himself that once he got you out of his mind, he could go back to how things were. Now, however, he’s unsure he could keep his mind away from you for even a moment. 

“I don’t hate you.” you finally turn back towards him. You place your han against his chest, lightly tapping it rhythmically from your pinky to your index finger “It was just a one time thing anyways.”

Jungkook watches you watch him. Slowly, his eyes squint at you. “Okay.” he says, not moving himself away from you. You don’t either.

It was evident that this was obviously not a one time thing.

part two

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The last time you’ve been here was decades ago, just a small child visiting your grandmother during the holidays. You recall your time with her as enjoyable and lively. During the summer, she would take you down towards the river and allow you to swim in water you aren’t sure you’d swim in as an adult. During winters, she would turn on the fireplace and sit beside you, homemade hot chocolate in the palm of your small hands.

As a child, a small town seemingly in the middle of nothing but forested woods is fun. You could run and explore for miles. As you grew older, it wasn’t something you found yourself enjoying and at the age of 13, you stopped visiting as often until your visits stopped entirely. Phone calls became the norm and every blue moon, your grandmother herself would visit the city.

You feel selfish for being here now after all these years. Your grandmother didn’t have long left. She was all alone in this town, your grandfather long deceased to the point you couldn’t remember his face without witnessing a picture before. It’s why you were here now, deciding that you should be here for your grandmother for her final months - something your mother should be doing, as well, but you know she won’t.

Working from home is convenient and was the main reason you were willing to come this far. Your grandmother didn’t wish to have any strangers caring for her, nor did she want to spend her final days away from her home. Thus, you moved from your city hours away and came to this secluded town where everyone knew everyone - except you.

Eyes lingered onto you as you entered the market, your breathing slowing. It’s quiet, you note, no music playing. There’s a little chattering, but not enough for it to be as loud as you’re accustomed to.

You grab a basket by the door, a medium-sized wicker basket that looks straight out of a movie, the sight entirely weird to your eyes.

“You’re not from around here.”

That’s a woman's voice, you note, your eyes flickering upwards towards the voice. She’s wearing a dark apron, her hair tied and with a hairnet over it. Her dark beady eyes are staring right at you, skeptical. 

“I’m not.” you respond. 

The market itself is small and only the necessary items are sold here. In the back is a butcher shop, displaying all types of meat that you swore was hunted by locals here, but you could never prove it. To the right is a small pharmacy where you’d have to pick up your grandmother's medication, pills you would have to crush up and serve to her with applesauce as she always refused to take them. Between aisles are different groceries and necessities for home, far different from the megastores you’re accustomed to attending. 

“I just moved here recently.” you continue. You were going to continue to see these people and it was easier to get introductions out the way sooner rather than later. “My grandmother is sick and I’m caring for her.”

The woman’s face softens, but her eyebrows knit.

“Sonia.” the woman speaks. “Is your grandmother?”

You nod your head slightly.

“Huh,” the woman hums.  “Haven’t seen you since you were about this high.” she says, her hand motioning just a few inches below her shoulders. “You’re the only one who returned?”

You knew what that meant. You couldn’t get your mother to come back to this town even if you tried. She told you time and time again how much she loathed living in a small town where there was little privacy. The first moment she could, she moved away - meeting your father, settling down in a big city and only ever visiting when it was time to drop you off; just for her mothers sake.

“Yes.” you nod your head. “I’m here to pick up a few things for my grandmother.” you say awkwardly, holding up the wicker basket in your hands.

The woman nods her head, turning her attention away from you. “You do that now.” she tells you. “Make sure you’re back home before dark.”

You furrow your brows. It was already dark out due to daylight savings ending. It took you longer than you expected to walk here as your grandmother told you that your “fancy car” wasn’t going to make it. You were fortunate enough that she was only around a 10 minute walk if you took a shortcut through the woods.

You take a deep breath. “I’ll try my best.” you respond, your feet picking up. “I…it’s nice seeing you…again.”

You decided that you would need to come back tomorrow morning as this basket wasn’t going to be able to fit everything you truly desired. You got essentials that could last about a week, a few drinks to last you and some necessities. The lady doubletied your bags and you were on your way, the snow falling a bit faster than before, but your hood did its job at protecting your head.

There’s little light, the snow acted as a bit of light due to its light color, but even that wasn’t enough. You understood that you were going to heed the woman’s warning from now on. On most days, you worked from home from 7-3, sometimes later. You were going to have to make a schedule, something you loathed doing and you were glad that you were off for the following days for the holidays.

You’re brought out of your thoughts where your ears pick up on something snapping. A tree branch, you think. It comes from your right, your head whipping to see what it was. You could only see so far, but from what you can see, it’s nothing.

You release a breath, your body shivering. The wind picks up once more and your pace quickens to be home. From where you are, you can see the outline of your grandmother's home, another five minutes and you’ll be there.

You hear it again, the snapping and now what sounds like snow crunching. Only, it wasn’t your footsteps. Again, your head whips around in an attempt to see what’s around, but your eyes fail you.

Your grip tightens on your bags, your pace quickening as much as you could due to the high snow. Your heart begins to race, the feeling of something unknown lurking begins to unsettle you. You never heard of bears being out here, but the more you think about it, the more likely it sounds. Was your grandmother close to a bear den? You thought they would be hibernating around this time?

You stop in your tracks when a loud, somber sound breaks through the quiet, forested area. It appears a bit further than where you were, and it’s dragged out. It’s a howl, you tell yourself, similar to that of a dog.

Or a wolf.

You’re snapped back into reality when your ears capture what appears to be paddling against the  snow, growing louder and louder. Without another thought, you begin to run, your heart racing out your chest due to the obvious threat that’s coming your way.

You don’t dare look behind you. All you focused on was the house in your eyesight, growing nearer and nearer as you ran, but even it appeared so far away. The high snow appeared like quick sand as your feet slammed into it, only slowing you down in the process. Your heart ached and your lungs were heaving, but you didn’t stop running.

The air is knocked out of you suddenly and you yelp loudly. Your hands release the bags in your grasp as your body tumbled into freezing snow. For a moment, you cannot breathe, not until you push yourself away from the ground.

Before you could react, there’s heavy pressure on your back, followed by a deep growl against your ear. 

You scream as loud as you could when something sharp digs into your thighs, pulling you back. Your hands reach out, grabbing onto nothing as you’re dragged backwards. You attempt to let out another bloodcurdling scream, but you cannot. You’re suddenly lifted from the snow and slammed back down, this time on your back.

Your vision is blurry for a few moments, the snow falling harder now. When your eyes focus right when another growl sounds dangerously close to you. Your body stills, eyes slowly widening in shock at the sight before you. The first thing you noticed were its eyes, piercing yellow and seemingly glowing in the dark. Then, it’s face, a wolf-like appearance staring right at you - almond-shaped eyes with upright, triangular ears. Black nose that twitches as if it can smell your fear. Its lips are curled into a snarl, revealing sharp teeth bared at you.

You notice quickly it’s fur, black that’s covered in the fallen snow. Next, it’s height. The beast towers above you, so tall that from afar, you’d mistake it for a tree. It’s hulking above you, eyes unblinking as it watches you.

Then, before you could react, it lunged at you, opening its mouth to snap it towards you. You scream when realization sets in, sharp teeth sinking into the delicate skin on your neck. Pain instantly soars through your body as you shake entirely in an attempt to get away.

The beast's claws tug at your body, ripping apart your thick clothing so rapidly that in seconds you’re nearly naked. You feel another sharp pain, this time on your chest and thighs, the beast's claws are like knives cutting through fabric.

Something warm and wet hits your bare chest - the beast's tongue. Your hands ball into fists, your arms wailing to get the beast off of you as hot tears pool down your cheeks. You’re yelling out your sobs, your attacks no match for the beast itself as its prying hands roam against your delicate skin, leaving claw marks in its wake. The slobbering tongue of the beast twirls disgustingly against your nipple before it dips lower and lower.

Your right hand grabs a fist full of the beast's fur, tugging with all your night just as your thighs are forced apart.

A howl sounds through the forested area once more, a gush of wind flowing through your naked body. The beast pushes itself away from you, growling low as it saunters away, glowing eyes watching you.

You don’t attempt to cover yourself. You don’t attempt to  pick up your bags. Instead, you run, body exposed and freezing underneath the snow. You’re bleeding, blood trickling down from the deep claw marks. Several times you almost fell right on your face again, but your determination to live is much harder than the need to give up and allow the beast out there to eat you.

You crash through your grandmother’s door, snow trickling in as you fall onto the wooden ground. You slam the door behind you, a rushed heave coming from your lips. You lock the door, but even you knew that whatever was out there was fully capable of coming in if it truly wanted to.

For a moment, you lay there on the cool ground, your heart racing in your chest. Your grandmother was probably asleep in her room by now, oblivious to what was right outside her home. After what felt like hours, you managed to make your way towards the bathroom.

You’re covered in blood, you note, claw marks all over you - your inner thighs, your sides. There’s teeth marks on your neck, blood trickling down it. You can see your veins, black and seemingly infected.

You cry harder, your mind racing on what the fuck just happened - and what the fuck is out there.

That wasn’t a wolf. Wolves don’t walk on their hind legs. They aren’t nearly 8 feet tall - nor do they do what the fuck that beast did to you.

You’re unsure on what to do. For an hour, you sit in the bathtub, scrubbing at your skin with the hot water, attempting to get warm. You cried until no tears were left, your nosy running and eyes puffy. As the water drained and you removed yourself from the tub, you went to disinfect your wounds. The alcohol stings, especially the bite mark on your neck. 

You had enough bandages to wrap your inner thighs and a bit on your neck. You dress in a loose t-shirt and sweats and before you make your way to bed, you check on your grandmother. She’s asleep like you suspected, tucked right underneath her covers while the fireplace in her room crackles.

You don’t know when you fell asleep. All you do remember is laying in your body, your legs up to your chest as your mind replays the moment over and over again. When you do wake, it's the sun beaming through your eyes. You wake up with a screech, sweat dripping from your skin. The bite mark on your neck throbbing, your body hot.

You saw it in your dreams - the beast. It came back for you, its sickening tongue grazing across your skin as it forced you beneath him. This time, however, it speaks - voice deep like a man's. 

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

It growls it over and over again as it devours you, sharp teeth sinking into your skin, beast claws piercing your skin. He tears your thighs apart again, this time between your legs wasn’t that of a monstrous beast, but a man - ones who face you cannot see.

You’re embarrassed of what you dream of after a traumatic event that left you dripping in sweat, a pounding heartbeat between your legs. 

Your grandmother is shocked by your appearance when you come from your own bedroom. “You aren’t supposed to be standing for long, grandma.” you tell her, your voice low. “Come sit down, I’ll make-”

“You were out at night, weren’t you?” your grandmother’s soft voice is laced with concern. 

Your heart slows.

“I told you not to go to the store and to wait until the morning.” your grandmother’s voice is now panicked. She shakes her head. “You waited until I was dozing off. You never listen-” “Grandma.” you cut her off with a shake of your head. “You know those…that there’s…” your heart begins to pound now. “...you know about that beast-”

“They linger at night.” your grandmother's voice comes into a low whisper. “Never during the day. The townspeople know not to linger at night.”

‘Make sure you’re back home before dark.’ the woman’s warning rings through your ears, now making more sense than before. “You all know about that beast!” you hiss, eyes widening. “And you haven’t contacted-”

“They’re harmless as long as you stay inside.” your grandmother shakes her head. Her eyes are sad. “I should have warned you…” she trails off. “...they have been here far before we have. This is their land just as much as it is ours.”

Your mind cannot wrap around what in the world is happening right now. How could these people live amongst monsters and be alright with it. Surely, if the beast wanted to, he could break down this door right now and slaughter you and your grandmother. All the townspeople.

“Y/N,” your grandmother is slow as she takes her steps. She sits at her wooden table, a sigh releasing from her lips. A few pieces of grey hair fall into her face. “during the winter, it’s those beasts who hunt for the townspeople. They provide the meat for us to eat. In exchange, we keep our distance. We don’t roam at night where they frequent.”

You watch your grandmother in disbelief. 

This wasn’t normal.

These people live and depend on beasts who could surely kill them if they so choose.

“Open that drawer,” your grandmother lifts a wrinkled finger, pointing behind you. It’s a junk drawer, you recall, and as you open it, you’re unsure what you’re expected to see. “the velvet cinch bag, grab it.”

You do as you’re told after rummaging through the drawer. It’s heavy in your palms and before your grandmother speaks again, you draw the strings apart and look inside of it.

“Grand-”

“If you are ever in danger, use that against the beast.” 

Your grandmother coughs, lifting a hand to her lips.

It’s a dagger, you note. It’s short, but sharp. The handle is silver and contains a crossguard.

“It’s pure silver.” your grandmother speaks, regaining her voice. “That could harm the beast. I do advise not going out at night, but keep this on you for protection.”

You hold the dagger in the palm of your hands in total disbelief. How long has this been going on that they find this normal? How is it that they can communicate with such beasts that they’ve come dependent on them to eat during the harsh winters? You aren’t sure you want an answer, but your mind races with questions, one after another. Did your mother know of such monstrosities? Was this why she wished to remain in the city? If so, why hadn’t she told you anything about it? You would’ve hauled your grandmother’s ass to your home back in the large city instead of moving here where the both of you were in obvious danger.

“During the day…it’s safe?” you question her, tone skeptical. “I…when I was attacked…” you swallow. You didn’t want to tell your grandmother just how this beast attacked you. “...I dropped the bags outside.”

Your grandmother sighs. “They don’t roam during the day.” she repeats. “The bags should still be out there. Come-”

“You stay there!” you hiss, eyes stern. Not only was your grandmother old and didn’t need to be walking outside in this weather, but you didn’t want to risk being attacked again. 

Quickly, you bundled yourself up. Your hadn’t bothered to gather any of your tattered clothing from the night prior and you’re saddened that your designer coat was ruined, but you had backup.

As you swing the wooden door open, dagger firmly in your pocket, your eyes cast downward.

The bags are just outside the door, appearing just as they did before you dropped them. Your head snaps from side to side, but you see nothing. It’s snowing lightly and has been for hours now. Whatever footsteps that could tell you if this was a beast or a regular person who dropped your bags off is long gone.

You bring the bags inside and close the door, your mind continuing to race with more questions. You decide that when it was safe to travel, you were going to take your grandmother far from here. You didn’t care if she was kicking and screaming, you cannot fathom staying in a place where beasts roam!

Surely, the city has its crime. Petty theft, a few break ins and some more heinous situations - but that could be dealt with. It’s what you’ve known all your life. No one has prepared you for nearly being consumed by a random beast.

It was the afternoon when your grandmother told you to get ready. She was having her tea, consuming the applesauce you’ve given her with the hidden pill powdered inside. “Don’t you remember the feast we’d attend?” your grandmother questions you. “You would stuff your face with as much cookie as you could handle.”

“Grandma…” you shake your head. “...I have no intention of going to a feast with the townspeople.” Nor did you remember ever attending said feasts when you did visit, but maybe your childish brain just thought it was a get together, never truly paying attention to anything. “You aren’t-”

“I am.” your grandmother nods her head. “It’s tradition, Y/N. I make the hot chocolate every year for this event!”

“Are you people insane around here?” you ask boldly, a scoff in your voice. “There’s beasts that are around 8 feet walking around outside and you want to-”

“The annual feasts are only from noon to 3 p.m, Y/N. We’re all in right before dark.”

They were insane, you think, and so were you for walking with your grandmother in the very woods you were attacked into said town. You find that you aren’t alone in the forest as you were before. Several yards away are more families, all walking towards the town. Children are laughing and running around and your grandmother waves to people that she sees.

The annual feast is held in the center of the town in a church that appears quite larger than you’d expected it to be. It seems that everyone is gathered here, chattering and laughing amongst one another. Tables line out with already cooked food. You’ve never witnessed anything like this. The small community actually likes one another, all coming together to do this once a year. You suppose you understood why your grandmother never wanted to leave the place she calls home. She sat with more older ladies with the same grey hairs, conversing and doing exactly what she told you she was going to do. 

You don’t have much of an appetite, nor do you want to be gathered in here longer than you need to be. You make your way outside the church and let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping. It’s quiet outside, a small breeze in the air. It’s no longer snowing, you note, and for that you’re a bit grateful.

You aren’t sure why you do it, but your legs take you just around the church. From here you can still hear the people from inside, smoke coming from the top of said church as the fireplace inside is warming everyone up. The back of the church resembles the same forest as the one your grandmother has, but instead you notice a path that’s nearly plowed, leading deeper inside the forest. You find yourself strolling until you see what appears to be a gazebo, the small shelter appearing lonely as you enter it. 

You sit on the wooden bench, humming. From here, the church is still in view but it offers privacy you desperately wanted from other townspeople. The outside is eerily quiet. There weren’t any cars driving back and forth, no one walking along the roads. Whatever birds that were around seemingly never chirped, possibly accustomed to the beasts surrounding this area like the townsfolk were.

Your neck begins to sting, a throbbing sensation that causes you to wince. You place a hand onto your neck and add pressure onto the bandage. It felt so warm, almost as if it was bleeding, but you felt no moisture. 

“You aren’t in the Church.”

Your head snaps to the sound of the sudden voice, deep and close. Your heart races, startled by the tall man at the entrance of the gazebo. 

You swallow, smacking your lips together. The man stares down at you, waiting for your response. His hair is dark and short, a few spiky tresses along his forehead. 

Immediately, you notice his eyes. They’re a dark brown, but right in the bit of sunlight, you notice a speckle of brown peaking through. Just as they are intriguing, they're intense, staring right through you.

“I…” you blink a few times, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at how dumb you look right now. “I-I, um, not really hungry.” 

The man continues to stare at you for a brief moment, but then his lips twitch upwards. His cheeks creases, deep dimples appearing. The action causes your body to warm up even more, your eye focusing on the indents before turning away shyly.

“You’re new here.” the man states the obvious. This time, he steps into the gazebo and takes a seat on the wooden bench across from you. It’s then you noticed that he isn’t as bundled as you, or the rest of the people in the church, are. He’s wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, the cool breeze in the air unphasing him. 

“Yeah.” you murmur. “My grandmother is sick.”

“Sonia.” the man states matter-of-factly. You ponder if word got around about a new woman's arrival, or had he seen you walk alongside her. “That she is. She’s an amazing woman who kept more than enough of us fed for years.”

You allow yourself to smile. That was your grandmother exactly, you think, always feeding anyone she could. 

“How has your stay been thus far?” the man questions. “Excuse my impoliteness,”  he then chuckles, a pair of pearly white teeth sparkling at you. They’re straight with seemingly no imperfections in sight. “My name is Namjoon, by the way. It’s nice to meet you…”

You blink, realizing that this was your moment to introduce yourself.

“Y-Y/N.” you nod your head. “It’s nice to meet you, as well, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s eyes watches the way you look away once more, ever so shyly. He knows your mind is racing, he can feel it.

“What’s on your mind?” Namjoon questions. “You seem to be a bit fidgety.”

You contemplate Namjoon’s words, letting them flow through your mind before you answer him. Your neck continues to throb, pulsating even more now. “Just…how long have you been living here, Namjoon? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” 

Namjoon’s eyes glances down to your leg. It’s shaking up and down, possibly a habit of yours when you were nervous - or in deep thought. His eyes also pick up a wince in your face and a roll of your neck. 

Namjoon sighs through his nose.

“I’ve been here all my life.” Namjoon responds. “My father’s currently the mayor. My grandfather before him, and his father and so on.” Namjoon explains. “Truth be told, Y/N, things are done differently around here. Mayors aren’t elected…” he trails off, knitting his brows. He had a feeling there was more to your question.

Namjoon notices the way your throat bobs when you swallow.

“Is there something else you want to ask me?” Namjoon questions, tilting his head a bit. “Something troubling you?” 

You begin to fiddle with your fingers, heart racing. You supposed that meant that Namjoon was next in line to be mayor eventually - and now, your mind continues to race with more questions that you aren’t sure you should ask. 

“Are…” you swallow. “…is it safe here?” 

Your cheeks burn, your voice dropping to a mere whisper that Namjoon hears loud and clear. 

“Do you feel unsafe here?” Namjoon doesn’t miss a beat. He leans forward with a furrowed brow. “I swear to you, our town is nothing but secure. There’s no crime here, Y/N, not even petty theft. Our community is tight-knit as you saw.” 

Namjoon nods behind you towards the Church.  

“Everyone comes together like family here. Your grandmother is a grandmother to us all.” Namjoon offers another grin. “We hope to invite you into our community, as well, but it seems that something is troubling you.”

There’s silence on both ends. While Namjoon is quiet, his eyes appear to speak for him. He wants you to say it - whatever was troubling you. The elephant in the room that surely, as the Mayor’s son, would already know. You, on the other hand, wince once more, the bite mark on your neck continuing to throb. You let out a sudden grunt, rolling your neck.

“I was attacked.” you say suddenly. You know you shouldn’t have been so blunt, but your body is growing hotter and hotter and your neck hasn’t stopped throbbing. You were afraid you were going to be sick - that beast could’ve had rabies for all you know.

Namjoon hums suddenly. You blink a few times, before shaking your head. 

“I…not by anyone in the c-community but-”

There’s a shudder that runs up your spine. Your body begins to trouble almost as if you’re cold, but the heat is unbearable. You squeeze your hands into fists, your neck continuing to throb, pulsating out of your skin.

“I’m aware.” 

Namjoon’s voice brings you back to reality. It wasn’t the response you were hoping for. 

“I do apologize. Y/N, that it happened to you.”

There’s sweat lining your forehead. Your hand reaches up to touch the bandage on your neck. You swallow. “Then I’m not safe here.” you murmur. “And neither is my grandmother.”

Namjoon leans forward, eyes unblinking and staring right at you. For a reason unknown to you, you’re unable to look away. You appear captivated by the man before you. There’s another shudder running through you that goes straight between your legs. Your cheeks are hot, and the throbbing sensation from your neck is being mimicked right at your core.

“You’re afraid.” Namjoon notes. “Your heart is racing. You’re also in pain…”

You swallow.

“The mark on your neck is causing you great distress, but it won’t last long, Y/N.”

“W-What?” you laugh nervously - awkwardly. “How do you know about that…did…” you try to think of many scenarios on how Namjoon would know what happened to you and so soon. You think about your grandmother's words on the beasts and you’re quite curious on how anyone communicates with them.

Namjoon stands suddenly, his tall frame hovering above your seated one. Slowly, your eyes roam upwards, staring at the man that peers down at you. Your heart picks up once more and your eyes slowly widen. 

Namjoon is quicker than you. He understood that as soon as your mind pieced it together, that you were going to attempt to flee. And you do. In your fight or flight mind, you choose to go right out of the gazebo which means going further into the forest and away from the Church.

Namjoon is fast, but he allows you to run. Once you and he are further away is when you feel your body be shoved into the ground once more, the sense of deja vu coming over you.

“You shouldn't have run.” Namjoon’s voice is deep and right against your ear. His body is heavy against yours, radiating heat that contrasts the cold snow beneath you. “It triggers predatory chase.”

You’re silent, trembling beneath him pathetically.

“You must have a lot of questions.” Namjoon continues. “I don’t want you to fear me, Y/N, but I assume you are well aware that things here are…different.”

You aren’t expected to speak and Namjoon fully understands that this is a lot to handle. He had plans on introducing you to the lifestyle little by little - but then you were attacked.

By him no less.

“I didn’t mean to attack you last night.” Namjoon continues. While you’re completely still, your eyes wide, Namjoon’s lips are trailing kisses along your bandaged neck. “I wasn’t expecting to see you out there and…in that form, it’s harder to control myself.”

It’s hard to imagine Namjoon, a man that’s already tall, growing even taller in height - and growing hair, long sharp nails that are made to attack. 

And sharp teeth.

Glowing yellow eyes.

Becoming a beast, something you’ve never seen before or ever imagined existed. 

And yet, here Namjoon was admitting to you that it was him who attacked you. It was him who tore your clothing off within seconds, monstrous tongue sliding over your body disgustingly-

Namjoon’s throat vibrates, the same growl that causes you to stiffen even more. How familiar it was just the night prior.

“I apologize for scaring you, Y’N. I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

Namjoon can feel your heartbeat quicken, along with the goosebumps that form onto your skin as if it’s his own. His nose twitches with the automatic arousal - and fear - that you’re omitting. 

“W…W…”

It’s hard to form a single word, your heart terrified that at any moment, Namjoon will turn back to the beast he was last night and do the exact opposite.

“....why?” you whisper.

You feel Namjoon lift his upper body away from you, both of his hands on either side of your head. Your eyes watch them, wide and alert.

“Why what?” Namjoon questions. 

It happens far too fast, almost like a sudden vision. Your mind replays the events of the night prior, Namjoon’s claws tugging at your body and ripping your clothing in seconds. His claws slash at your thighs and your chest with how swift he moves, his tongue slamming against your bare chest, twirling around your nipple and dipping lower and lower, his large hands forcing your thighs apart-

You let out a sudden gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, your mind ringing.

Namjoon grunts, his lower half rutting into you on instinct, an action his human self wishes he hadn’t done. It isn’t his fault that the animalistic part of him craves you and even now, he’s holding himself back from ravishing you right here.

“It’s complicated to explain something this complex to those who do not come from the same world as we do.” Namjoon murmurs. He pushes himself away from you, his eyes softening as you lay pitifully on the snowy ground. “You feel it, don’t you? The effects of the bite mark on your neck.”

The sudden hot flashes and waves of arousal. The blurred visions of the night prior - it all comes down at you all at once that it has you trembling. Namjoon’s hand gently tugs at your coat to face him. You’re nearly limp in his grasp, your eyes blinking up to stare at him.

“In simpler terms, Y/N…” Namjoon murmurs. “...you belong to me.”

Namjoon hears your heart quicken once more.

“Get…” you take a deep breath. “...away from…me.”

Namjoon’s eyes harden at your words. His grip on your coat only tightens and he remains silent.

“Get away.” you repeat, this time with more malice. “Get away!”

Your scream echoes off of the high tree’s, booming across the emptiness of the forest.

“I think you must be confused, Y/N,” Namjoon is dangerously calm, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know. “that it isn’t up to debate. I’ve already claimed you with that mark on your neck. I can smell your pussy leaking from right here. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Widening your eyes, your hands - trembling, but determined - crash against Namjoon’s chest. He’s solid and isn’t pushed in the slightest, but you only continue to push at him similar to last night.

“The pain isn’t going to stop until I knot you, Y/N. It’ll grow over time, leaving you in such tremendous pain and arousal that you’d be begging to be fucked.” Namjoon barks. 

“You’re fucking crazy!” you bark back. Somehow you manage to snatch yourself away from Namhoon. “You and everyone else in this damn town are crazy and I’m not staying here to be killed by you!”

You couldn’t get far. Your head is yanked by your hair and you’re forced towards Namjoon in a matter of seconds. You yelp when you feel your lips being captured by Namjoon’s, his free hand snatching the zipper to your coat down. His grip on your hair tightens when he feels your resistance, free hand digging underneath your shirt and past your bra.

“S-Stop-”

Namjoon’s tongue slides into your mouth, his large hand gripping your breast entirely. Your body shudders, once more growing limp in his embrace. Your mind swirls as Namjoon’s hand grips and tug at your breast, his tongue dancing against yours. For a few moments, you and he remain like that until he breaks the invasive kiss.

You aren’t given time to react before you’re being shoved back onto the snowy ground, Namjoon’s rough hands tugging off your coat. “Stop-”

Then your shirt is ripped away, your bra following suit. Your arms go to cover yourself, but Namjoon doesn’t allow you to hide away. “You feel it, don’t you? The way your body reacts to me.” Namjoon murmurs, hovering above you. His head lowers to your neck, sending pisses that burn ecstasy into your skin. His warm hands slide down to push your arms away to grip both of your breasts into the palms of his calloused hands. “That’s because you belong to me. Your body, your heart and soul - it’s all mine. I’ve claimed it.”

Namjoon’s lips press against your breast, his tongue poking out to coat the flesh as he drags it towards your nipple. Your back arches at the foreign sensation, your body reacting in the way he told you it would. You shake your head lightly, your mind telling you that this is wrong - because it was. You didn’t belong to him and no bite mark would ever claim you - you weren’t an animal like him.

However, your body betrays you. As Namjoon’s tongue twirls around your nipple, your body shudders while your pussy pulsates. Your mouth falls open to let out soft sobs of pleasure that you could no longer contain.

With his right hand, Namjoon trails it down your bare stomach until he’s at the waistline of your jeans. His nails dig into the fabric, his mouth suckling harder onto your nipple. He tugs at your jeans until even they are ripping. A silent protest falls on deaf ears as Namjoon makes his way inside your jeans, fingertips dancing closer and closer to your pulsating heat.

Namjoon pops his lips from your nipple, his eyes glancing at your flushed face for a moment before his tongue trails lower and lower, mimicking the actions he’s done the night prior.

“Even though you’re frightened, Y/N, I can smell just how much you want me.”

Though you’re bare in such a freezing environment, your body still feels warm. Maybe it’s Namjoon’s own warmth radiating off of him towards you like a heater. That, and the bite mark on your neck burns in a way that's indescribable, a pain you’ve never felt before.

Your panties are next, a sharp tearing sound echoes off of the high trees. Namjoon discards them without a care in the world, his large hands forcing your thighs apart.

A familiar growl erupts from Namjoon’s throat. Deep and animalistic. It’s what brings you back to reality for a moment, your eyes widening. Your body lifts a bit to peer down at Namjoon between your legs.

“Nam-”

Your words die when Namjoon’s tongue licks at your clit. Your thighs tremble at the sudden sensation that doesn’t end. Instead, Namjoon buries himself right between your legs, suckling at your core. Your hand reaches out to push him away, even if your body is trembling with pleasure. However, the man doesn’t budge. He has a tight grip on your legs, holding you right in place as he continues to feat on you.

Your mind and body fight against one another. You shouldn’t be doing this out in the open - or at all. You should fight your way out of this and run as fast as you can, but your body trembles. Your back arches, hips having a mind of their own as they rut against Namjoon’s tongue. Your moans start off slow and low, until they grow louder and louder.

 Namjoon’s head bobs back and forth, muffled growls erupting from his throat - possessive. His nails dig into your skin to assure you don’t run away from him. His cock is painfully hard in his pants, throbbing and twitching. You taste far too divine that he finds he could stay like this forever.

Namjoon can smell it, how close you are. There’s a knot in your stomach that has you breathing heavily and Namjoon takes it as his time to hook his hands beneath your knees and force them upwards against your chest, the new position only driving you further over the edge. Your eyes roll, your body trembles in his grasp all the while he continues to savor the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

You yourself are unsure of how it happened. One moment you’re a mess, body numb due to the intense pleasure of your own orgasm, slick trailing down your thighs, to you now running through the snow forest for your life, only your coat shielding you from the harshly cold conditions. Your mind flashes with the events that just happened - you brandishing the silver dagger and swinging it towards Namjoon. He dodges the first one, but the second swing slashes his right in the shoulder. 

Going to the church would be foolish and you’re glad that no one manages to witness you run past and back into the forests to your grandmother's house. You fall to your knees as you enter, catching your breath. The household is quiet and you’re glad that your grandmother hadn’t left the church in search of you. You aren’t sure how long you had, but you knew for damn sure you weren’t going to be staying here any longer.

Neither was your grandmother.

The next half hour consisted of you packing your and your grandmother's belongings and hauling them into your car. Cleaning off your car took longer than you expected, but you managed. You didn’t want to drive with this much snow and ice on the ground, but you’d be damned if you were attacked yet again by Namjoon.

Your body shudders at the thought of his name, your mind flashing with visions of him between your legs, devouring you entirely until you’re left a quivering mess. It has your legs clenching together, but you understood what you had to do.

Just as you shut your trunk with a final item, a blood curdling scream echoes off the tall trees. It causes you to nearly plummet onto the ground. Your head snaps towards the sound of it just in time for your ears to capture another scream.

And another.

And even more, this time all at once.

Your heart leaps out your chest, your hand tapping your coat pocket for the dagger. Your hand is trembling when you do, but you have to ignore the fear overcoming you. 

The screams are coming from the Church and as your legs sprint to take you there, the sight alone almost has you falling to your knees.

The crimson color splattered against the pristine snow is a dramatic contrast. Several bodies are laid out, covered in several claw marks and pools of their own blood. 

There’s a few screaming people, mostly women and children, who all run away. Their eyes are wide with fear, tears streaming down their cheeks. 

You take the dagger from your coat, hand trembling to the point that you nearly drop it. You begin to stumble into the street, attempting to keep your eyes straight ahead, but it’s hard.

The church door slams open just as your feet hit the bottom step. Your eyes widen.

You let out a short breath, your hand squeezing around the dagger.

“Nam…joon…?”

“Not me.”

Your heart makes another leap. This time, the dagger does fall from your hands as you turn around to face the man right behind you. There’s a growl right behind you that belongs to yet another monstrous beast coming from inside the church.

“I’ve watched you.”

Namjoon takes a step closer to you, his dark eyes staring down at you with such disdain. 

“I’ve watched you pack everything up in your car. Are you going somewhere?”

There’s more screams that sound throughout the forest. They’re far, but even from here you can hear the fear in their pitch.

“What have you done?” you asked. Your hand slides against the cold snow to find the dagger while keeping your eyes on the man.

“I thought I made it clear that you,” Namjoon stops in his tracks right above you. “belong to me.”

Your fingertips find the dagger.

“And yet, you try to escape. Look around.”

Namjoon waves a hand around the bloody scenery.

“The inside is worse.”

Your heart drops, eyes widening. 

Your grandmother.

“She’s alive.” Namjoon’s head tilted. “She was removed from here before the massacre. She’s safe at my home.”

You allow yourself to swallow. You could believe what Namjoon was saying, but you didn’t want to. This man had assaulted you not once, but twice. He had caused this massacre simply because he was upset about you - a woman he’s just met - was leaving.

“I’m not crazy, Y/N.” Namjoon chuckles. “I’m a man in love with the man he’s mated with. Is that wrong?”

“I want to see my grandmother.”

Namjoon reaches out his hand for you to take. Instead, your hand grips onto the dagger and swings it at him. It slashes against the palm and the man visibly winces, eyes widening. He lets out a low growl.

“Stand down!” Namjoon hisses, his eyes darting to the large beast behind you that’s ready to defend him. “I got this.” he states. 

Namjoon’s bloody palm leaks onto the ground before the two of you. “You see what you’ve done, Y/N?” he questions, his tone dangerously calm. “You did all of this.”

Namjoon motions to the pile of dead bodies surrounding the two of you.

“No.” you shake your head. You hold the dagger in front of you defensively. “You-”

“You’re a selfish bitch who risked the lives of everyone in this community. Even your grandmothers.” Namjoon interrupts you. “Everyone here was safe before you came.”

You aren’t faster than Namjoon. Before you could rebuttal, your wrist is snatched, the dagger falling onto the ground. Roughly, Namjoon yanks you up onto your feet. 

Your neck burns at how close Namjoon is.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Namjoon forces you to walk back into the forest. “That burning in your neck? The shudder down your back? The way you want me even though you’re frightened for your life?”

No matter how hard you struggle, Namjoon’s grip on you doesn’t falter. He’s dragging you deeper and deeper into the forest until the church is no longer visible. You’re struggling against him, but you aren’t a match for him in the slightest. 

“I’ll kill them all.” Namjoon hisses. This time, he throws you onto the ground. Your back hits the snow. Before you could attempt to crawl away - and fail - Namjoon is on you. “I refrain from hurting women and children, but if you don’t care…”

Namjoon doesn’t care about how much of your clothing he ruins if he means that he gets to your body quicker.

“...then why should I?” Namjoon murmurs, his hands rip between fabrics of clothing until your bra is visible. “I’ll force you to watch the way we kill each and every one of them. Your grandmother included.”

Namjoon watches the way you stop struggling.

“Or…you let me have you the way we both want to, right?” Namjoon slides his hands down your stomach. “You stay here with me where you belong and everyone will be fine.”

“You already started killing people.” you grit out, eyes beginning to water. 

“Not people. Men.” Namjoon snickers. “It can all end right here. Be selfless for once, Y/N. You can have a good life here.” he states. 

Your pants are the next to go, followed by your panties. Namjoon enjoys your nude body beneath him for his eyes to satiate.

“You wouldn’t have to work so hard, either. Everything is provided for us here.” Namjoon continues, his invading fingers sliding right between your legs. 

Your mind may despise him for now, but your body - due to the bite mark - craves for his touch. Your thighs part instantly when his fingers dip between your legs to slide at your clit. It’s throbbing and drenched, just like he’d known it’d be.

“Look how wet you are.” Namjoon chuckles, his fingers twirling along your clit. Your back arches, glossy eyes blinking. “I can smell you, Y/N. You’re ready to be full of my knot.”

Namjoon dips two fingers inside of you to feel just how much you wanted him. Instantly, your velvet walls clench around him with need. He begins to pump, his eyes watching your face closely as he does so.

Your mind is screaming at you to stop. Stop moaning. Stop arching your back. Stop wanting more.

But there’s something about how Namjoon’s fingers reach so deep inside of you that has you wanting more. He pumps them in and out of you with such confidence, purely assured that he knows what your body wants. 

“I’m going to do that right here, Y/N. I’m going to fuck you full with my knot.” Namjoon hums, pressing a thumb onto your clit as he pumps. “And you’re going to let me, right?”

The new added pleasure has you sinking deeper and deeper. Your screaming consciousness appears to be much further than you remembered it. All you could focus on is the way Namjoon’s fingers feel inside of you.

“Y-Yes!”

You squeal just as your body lets out the pressure it’s been building up. Namjoon releases his fingers just as your arousal gushes out of you.

Your body continues to warm up. You’ve only ever felt like this when you had a fever, but even then your body wouldn’t have adapted to the nearly freezing temperature like it has now. 

Namjoon doesn’t intend on wasting anymore time. It isn’t until you feel something directly against your clit does your body jerk, your head lifting a bit to look at the man between your legs. Your glossy eyes widen a bit, watching the way he rubs the tip of his cock against your throbbing clit.

“Sto-op that…!” 

There isn’t any authority in your voice for Namjoon to take you seriously even if he wanted to. From your position, you see just how toned Namjoon is. His shirt isn’t off, but he hikes it up just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his lower abs; toned and refined. Your eyes then - slowly and more than slightly shocked - glances back to his cock. It is visibly throbbing, you note, as he rubs the tip of it onto your clit. There’s a low growling sound that surrounds the forest entirely. At first, you thought it could be more Beasts approaching. However, you soon realized that the growling is coming from Namjoon himself. 

“I've known ever since you’ve come,” Namjoon begins, his tone lowering. You cannot help the way your mouth falls open when the tip of his cock presses at your entrance. “that I’d have you the way it was intended.”

You can’t ask what in the world he was speaking of. You assume it had something to do with the mark on your neck. Everything was going to leave you with more questions than answers.

Namjoon begins to thrust, the tip popping in. Your eyes widen, your mind screaming at you to snap out of whatever trance you were and fight off this man - not, this beast. Even if it costs you your life.

You don’t, however, and it’s what causes your mind to spiral.

Aggressively, Namjoon snatches your waist, sliding his cock out like before just to thrust it back in fully. The sudden action has you gasping, feeling the sharp pain right in your stomach. 

You should have known it wasn’t going to stop there. No, Namjoon had held back long enough in his eyes. His possessive hands lift your bottom half up, his hips rutting in and out of you at an alarming pace.

You make such beautifully dirty noises, Namjoon thinks, as he fucks you. He isn’t a fool in knowing that you loathe him. In fact, he can feel the hatred seeping out of you. However, your body lusts for him, your pussy squeezing around his ramming cock, the bulge in your stomach evident with each thrust. You can only hate someone so much as long as your body adores them.

There’s tears prickling the corner of your eyes, your body nearly limp. Your breast pounces with each aggressive pump of Namjoon’s cock, your mind swirling with too many thoughts at once. How much you hated him. How you wanted this to be over with…

Your pussy squeezes around Namjoon’s cock, your mind continuing to race with each passing second.

How good Namjoon’s cock felt. How amazing it feels thrusting in and out of you…

Your back arches, your thighs widening on their own to allow Namjoon to take more and more of you. With each thrust, the smacking sound of your skin slapping against his sounds throughout the forest, offering little privacy. Anyone could walk by and witness the way you’re being used by this very man.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you?” Namjoon hisses, his nails digging into your soft flesh. “The thought of people watching me claim you as mine.”

You swallow back a moan, your eyes widening a bit at just how he knows that. Your mouth falls open, a soft “slow down” plea coming between your lips that Namjoon ignores entirely. Why would he slow down when your pussy is taking him so well? Why would he slow down when there’s a creamy ring around his cock while your juices coat your thighs?

“I know exactly what you’re thinking, baby. You hate my guts right now.” Namjoon chuckles. 

This time, Namjoon releases your hips and proceeds to push your thighs apart. He presses your knees right at your shoulders, a position you weren’t even sure you could be in prior to now. This new position allows the man to go even deeper, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. His dark eyes watch the way your eyes roll with each pump, loud moans erupting through those soft, parted lips.

“But you love the way I’m fucking you right now.” Namjoon grunts. Your clit rubs along Namjoon’s pelvis, adding more tortuous pleasure. “Your body cannot deny the way it feels, baby. It belongs to me, after all.”

Your body, that’s already warm, now burns with pleasure at the humiliating sound your pussy makes. It squelches and gushes as if agreeing with Namjoon. 

“I h-hate you.” you stutter, followed by a drawn out moan.

At your words, Namjoon laughs. “I know,” he sing-songs. “But my pussy loves me. All mine~”

Namjoon changes the position yet again, this time flipping the two of you. He hoists you on top of him. “All mine to fuck and breed, right? Fill you up nicely until you’re round.”

Your eyes glare down at him the best you could. You’re forced to hold onto Namjoon’s shoulders for support as his cock drills into you. 

“I don’t belong to you!” you snap back, your body deciding to grind your hips in a way you’d never.

“Of course you do.” Namjoon snaps back. “Look at the way you’re taking my cock right now, baby. Only someone made for me could handle it.”

You release another moan. This wasn’t you, your mind screams at you. It’s whatever he’s done when he bites your neck. It’s not your doing that has your hips rutting up and down, bouncing against the very cock you tell yourself you didn’t want. You don’t want to give Namjoon the satisfaction, but you already are. He watches with dark, lustful eyes at the way you take his cock needily, your pulsing pussy in full view. 

“I hate you.” your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt, the same tears prickling the corner of your eyes. You feel the pressure building up in your stomach, but your waist doesn’t stop grinding against his cock, the pleasure so grand that you want to feel it more and more.

Deeper.

Harder.

“I know.” Namjoon grunts, your pussy continuing to squeeze around him. “You’ll come to love me eventually, baby. For now, just let go.”

Namjoon rests a palm onto your ass, squeezing it possessively. The action has you moaning. “I won’t l-love you!” you hiss, your head mere inches away from him. “I’ll find a way to kill you my…myself…!”

Namjoon licks his lips. “Oh yeah?” he entertains your words, finding you cute when you were fucked out and full of anger. His hand proceeds to slap against your ass, sending a sharp pain throughout your body. “But you love my cock so much, baby.  Look at the way you take me.”

Namjoon meets your thrusts halfway, his dark eyes looking right through yours, unblinking. 

“Don’t forget what I said, baby. You go against me…” Namjoon slams a hand against your ass once more - then again and again until you’re shaking with overstimulation. Before you know it, you’re cumming, a gush of arousal pooling out of you.

Namjoon holds you close against his body as he continues to rut into you, his cock swelling. You’re limp, your sweaty forehead against his as he takes you, eyelids barely managing to stay open.

“...I’ll kill everyone. Could you afford to have that much blood on your hands?” Namjoon continues, pumping in a load of warm cum inside of you. “Could you truly live with yourself knowing you caused unnecessary bloodshed?”

There’s a soothing hand on your back that rubs it so gently that, for a moment, you forget that it belongs to a beast - a being so cruel and heinous.

Your body jolts awake, your heart pounding outside your chest. Instantly, your hand flies to your neck. You feel the bandage sticking tightly against your skin.

Your eyes roam around the room. You're back in your grandmother's home in the guest bedroom. You let out a breath.

Your body works on its own. You kick the thick blankets off of you and sprint out of the room. “Grand-”

You stop when you reach the dining room. Your grandmother sits at the table, a tea sitting in front of her. Across from her, your eyes narrow at the man. Namjoon offers you a smile, dimples sinking into his cheeks. “Good morning, Y/N.” he says softly. 

“You’re finally awake. You’ve been asleep since yesterday evening.” your grandmother speaks to you. 

“Why is he here?” you ask your grandmother, eyes remaining on Namjoon.

“I bought you a gift.” Namjoon’s own eyes narrow. It’s a warning, he tells you without speaking. “It’s Christmas, afterall, Y/N.”

The chair scrapes against the ground as Namjoon stands. Your hand squeezes at your side, your mind racing. You wished you hadn’t lost the silver dagger - Namjoon can feel your hatred seeping off of you as he draws nearer. 

“I was just telling your Grandmother about our engagement.” Namjoon stops before you, in his hands a small, black box.

You feel as though you’re going to be sick.

“It’s amazing.” your Grandmother coos.

Namjoon offers another smile. 

‘She doesn’t remember.’

“W…what?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Namjoon murmurs, lifting the box for you. He opens it right then.

‘She doesn’t remember anything from the night prior. No one does.’ 

You hear Namjoon’s voice, but his lips don't move. You take a deep breath. 

‘Surely you don’t think that there’s only beasts that roam these forests,  my love.’ 

Namjoon removes the ring from the box. The oval-shaped diamond in the middle sparkles underneath the soft lights in the home. 

You offer Namjoon your hand. Not because you wanted to, but because he demands it unspokenly. 

You watch as if outside of your body as Namjoon places the ring onto your fingers. He then lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss onto your knuckles. “Merry Christmas.” he murmurs, his eyes flickering from the dark eyes to the familiar yellow ones you encountered two nights ago.

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Jeon Jungkook, however, always kept him busy. Like right now, Namjoon thinks as he slams his police cruiser shut, flashing red and blue lights flashing as he makes his way towards the luxury car. His eyes glanced at the license plate prior to making his way to the driver window.

“License and registration.” Namjoon says to Lee Dae who appears that he’s had a rough morning thus far. His face is flushed and he notices a few scratches along his forehead and temples.

“Is there a reason why I was pulled over, officer?” Lee Dae attempts to sound as polite and professional as he could, but it’s evident something is bothering him. He hands over exactly what Namjoon asks of him. “I wasn’t speeding, was I?”

Namjoon doesn’t answer and instead eyes the license for a moment. He had no use for this, but he had to keep Lee Dae talking.

“Everything alright, sir?” Namjoon questions, glancing his way. “It appears you got into one hell of a tussle.”

Lee Dae inhales through his nose. “Not exactly.” he states, ignoring the question. “May I ask again what was the reason for me being pulled over.”

Namjoon sighs. “Well,” he begins, hanging Dae back his license and registration. “we got a call about a domestic dispute.”

For a moment, Dae is confused. Then, it dawns on him, realization settling through. He scoffs, his eyes widening. “That bitch called the police on me?!” he spats, venom laced in his tone entirely. Namjoon almost wanted to laugh, but he was on the clock. “After she attacked me?!”

“Sir, do you mind stepping out of the vehicle?”

Dae is taken back. “Why?” he asks. “Am I being arrested for being attacked?”

“Sir,” Namjoon’s tone deepens. “Step out of the vehicle.”

Dae doesn’t. His eyes harden at Namjoon, one hand clenching the steering wheel until his knuckles are white. His cheeks are still burning after the hot coffee was splashed into his face. He had enough going on in his personal life and it appears as everything was adding onto it - you being unreasonable, him going bankrupt, his parents refusing to help him.

“I’m not doing a damn thing.”

Namjoon could laugh right now. His eyes scan the quiet area. It’s too early for anyone to be out; the birds weren’t even chirping yet.

Without warning, a fist slams right between Dae’s eyes, so sudden that he cannot even predict what he is supposed to do next. He feels his body being dragged out of his vehicle and slammed against the cold concrete of the street.

“I’m requesting backup.” Dae hears Namjoon say from behind him, but his head is ringing so loud. There’s pressure on his back. “The suspect is resisting arrest and attempting to flee the scene.”

“What the fuck?!” Dae hisses, attempting to fight Namjoon off of him, but it’s no use. “You just fucking assaulted me!”

There’s cold metal clasping around Dae’s wrist, his cheek pressed firmly against the ground.

“Whatever that bitch said I did to her, she’s lying!” he hisses, rage overtaking him. “Do you know who I am? I’ll have your job by the end of the day.”

Namjoon yanks Dae up by his shoulders, forcing him to stand before slamming him against his own car. Behind him, he begins to chuckle.

“The suspect is belligerent and matches the description from the reported domestic dispute.” Namjoon radios in before turning his attention back to Lee Dae. “I have no idea who you are, though I’m sure you know what family I work for. Jeon Jungkook has told me to make sure your time with me is one you won’t forget.”

Dash recalls a time in which it was just him and his mother. There were traditions that were held when he was a child - like every Thursday they had breakfast for dinner and every Saturday they’d go to a restaurant of his choosing.

Dash cannot recall a time in which he ever longed for his father, or any father figure in general. He’s grown accustomed to not having one. His mother rarely dated, and if she had at all, she never brought such men home with her. It’s one of the many reasons why he hadn’t cared to reach out to his father as he grew older. The man came around when he wanted to, throwing cash around as if that made up for his years of absence.

It’s why when Dash takes a break from the treadmill - the last piece of equipment he finds himself on right before he leaves the gym - one of the many televisions catches his eye. He removes his headphones, the music blaring from them as his eyes fixated on the News. At the bottom of the screen in bold letters reads “BREAKING NEWS”. Dash doesn’t typically watch the news, especially at the gym, but it’s the man on said news that captures his interest.

Lee Dae - because he would never truly call said man his father - is on the screen. He’s nearly unrecognizable and the only reason he had come to realize just who the man was is because of the similar bold font next to the “breaking news”.

BREAKING NEWS: PROMINENT LEE FAMILY MEMBER, LEE DAE, THRUST INTO THE SPOTLIGHT ON DOMESTIC BATTERY

Dash swallows, his feet moving faster than he realizes, his attention fully on the television. It’s hard to hear in the gym where the music is louder than anything, but he manages to read the subtitles as the reporter speaks.

“A sudden turn of events has transpired early this morning,” the reporter says, her eyes looking right into the camera, behind her an array of flashing red and blue lights. “authorities confirmed to me that Lee Dae, eldest son of one of the city's well-known Lee family, has been arrested with domestic battery.”

“No fucking way…” Dash murmurs to himself, his eyes unblinking. He scans the scenery in the background, his breathing slowly at the familiar houses.

“Sources tell me that the arrest has followed just a day after Lee Dae has officially filed for bankruptcy. Such an act has become talk of the town due to his family name. One officer responded to a reported disturbance early this morning by residence.”

The camera turns to the right, a sea of officers surrounding one man that is on the ground now - Lee Dae. Two officers lift him up from the ground as the reporter begins to stroll towards another man, dressed more formal than in uniform. He’s tall, broad shoulders and serious eyes.

“Officer-”

“Detective.” the man says and as he speaks, his cheeks suck in. “Detective Kim Namjoon.”

“Detective,” the reporter corrects. “can you give any information on what has transpired here today?”

Detective Kim looks right at the camera. “We’ve responded to a series of complaints about screaming coming from a home just down the street. Witnesses allege that a physical altercation had occurred between Lee Dae and an individual. This investigation is an active case and we’re still currently gathering information.”

“Thank you Detective Kim.” the reporter turns back to the camera. “An anonymous source has given us information about Lee Dae’s financial documents that had been filed just yesterday and may play a role in the incident that occurred between him and the woman rumored to be the mother of his illegitimate child. We’ll have more information-”

Dash doesn’t stay in the gym longer. He knew it was rude to shove the man lingering in the entrance out the way, but the feeling in his stomach doesn’t feel right to him. His palms are sweaty as he enters his car and he’s speeding out the parking lot in less than a minute later.

You’re showering when your phone rings from your bedroom and it goes to voicemail - over ten times. If anything, you were sulking, the hot water burning your skin in the way you deserved - deserved for allowing Lee Dae to continue to ruin your life. For hooking up with Jungkook that has Dash pulling away from you. For going too far with the younger man in general that now has him claiming his love for you.

You were done sulking when the water began to cool and decided that you’ve made your bed and it was your time to lie in it. Before you lived in this home, you had an apartment. It was small, sure, but it was yours.

You’re drying your hair when you hear a bang from outside your room. For a moment, you believe it’s Dad coming back with vengeance - and you were prepared to attack him yet again if it meant you could release even more anger. Instead, it’s Dash when you hear his frantic voice calling for you.

“Dash?” you call back, swinging your bedroom door open to see your son just down the hall. He’s sweaty, you note, and in his usual gym attire. “What’s wrong? You look terrified-“

“Are you okay?” Dash’s eyes scan your face then your body for any visible wounds. “The news said you were attacked.”

“The news?” your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. “What do you mean? I’ve been here the entire time.”

Dash takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them to look at his mother. He’s been avoiding you for too long. He didn’t want to have that uncomfortable conversation.

“I saw him on the news.” Dash speaks and finally, he feels his heart go back to a normal pace. “They said he got into a domestic dispute with his supposed mother of his child.”

It takes you a moment to connect the dots, but when you do your blood continues to boil. You have more questions than you should probably ask all in one sitting.

“I have no idea what’s going on.” you turn your eyes down the hallway to where the front door is wide open. “Are you hungry?”

Dash remains quiet. His eyes scans you over once more, concluding that you’re fine. Lee Dae, however, was not. He was bruised and obviously beaten by someone that had no care for him.

Dash also cannot find it in his heart to truly care.

“Please stay.” you murmur, your voice low and defeated. “Just long enough for me to make you something to eat. We don’t even have to talk.”

“We should talk.” Dash quips. “About everything.”

It was a step forward, even if that step terrified you.

There was no more hiding anything from Dash and you promised that whatever he asked you, you would answer truthfully. As you cook, Dash sits at the island. He doesn’t speak and you’re positive that he’s collecting his own thoughts just as you are.

Dash is positive that you’re attempting to lighten the mood when you place the stack of pancakes in front of him, the sweet aroma filling his nostrils that remind him of a simpler time - just you and him.

“I know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” Dash murmurs, forcing a large portion of the pancake in his mouth.

You take a deep breath.

“I don’t want you to hate Jungkook either.”

Snorting, Dash takes another bite of his pancakes, but remains silent. His dark eyes flicker to you and in that instant, he looks far too much like Lee Dae for your liking.

“It’s my fault-”

“You’re both adults.” Dash interrupts. “It isn’t more his fault than it is yours, right? You fucked my friend and my friend fucked you back.”

Your body is hot with humiliation. You never wanted to be here with your son. For years, you prioritized Dash and worked overtime assuring that if you dated, it never interfered with him. Any man you had entertained throughout the years rarely made it to the stage in meeting him, all deemed not not “ready” enough to further the relationship.

“Are you still-”

“No!” you hiss, eyes wide. You shake your head. “Jungkook and I-”

Dash raises a brow.

You sigh. You run a hand over your forehead. “I shouldn’t have done anything with him. You and him…”

Dash waits for you to continue - were you finding the right words? Did you truly feel terrible as you looked saying it? He isn’t sure entirely. A part of him ponders if you and Jungkook were something purely physical or did you harbor feelings for him and vice versa.

Taking another bite of his pancake, Dash begins to think back to how Jungkook has acted. He rarely came out with him to parties like he used to. He avoided the girls that approached him and always made excuses to end conversations prematurely. He hasn’t received any texts from his friend in a long while that asked him to not return to the dorm room - understandable now seeing as he fucks you in your bed.

Dash clears his throat. “Have you talked to him?”

You sigh. “To Jungkook?”

“No,” Dash snickers. “to the other motherfucker who you fucked and allowed to ruin your life.”

“Don’t talk like that.” your eyes glare, but then they soften. You squeeze your hands into fists. You had to put yourself into his shoes instead of living outside of it. “I have. This morning actually.” you sigh. “I may have thrown scorching hot coffee into his face.”

Dash is taken aback by your seriousness. So much so that he laughs, something deep from his throat that has your own lips twitching upwards.

“I’m not sure how the news knows this but-”

“He’s apparently a prominent figure.” says Dash sarcastically. “When I saw him, he was fucked up. Like, really. He was arrested."

Your eyebrows knit together. “Really?”

Instantly, your mind flashes to Jungkook. There’s no way that he and Dae had an altercation together - you’re positive. That would do more harm than good, but damn did it get you going just thinking about the younger man beating that prick’s ass.

“He filed for bankruptcy officially yesterday.” Dash snickers. His pancakes are nearly done and knowing him, he would just go in the fridge and look for something else to eat.

“I know.” you groan. “We’re going to have to start packing soon.”

“What?” Dash’s eyes flicker to yours. “What do you mean?”

“That’s why that good for nothing asshole was here this morning.” you shrug a shoulder. “Apparently…he’s selling the house.” you let out another sigh.

Dash’s face falls a bit, his eyes glancing around the kitchen. “He can’t do that…we…you live here. His parents-”

“Cut him off.”

Even with bad news, you’re giddy enough to know that Dae will still have a terrible life without his parents money.

“You still have your inheritance, though! They wouldn’t allow him to touch it.” you offer a soft smile. “You’re almost done with college and I have enough money saved up-”

“I don’t want that inheritance.” Dash scoffs.

You understand why, but you ask either way. “Why? You can have a jump start into your career. You can…buy a home for yourself. Or save it-”

“All of a sudden I have cousins who pretend to give a fuck about me. Am I expected to meet with these people for the holidays?”

Dash crosses his arms and sits back into the island stool. He’s been with Sumi - not officially - for months. He’s grown close enough with her to hear the stories of what happens in these rich families and he wanted no parts in them.

“Then,” Dash shakes his head. “I got a call from my supposed grandfather to tell me that I could possibly inherit his company. I didn’t ask for this.”

“Wait, what?”

Dae’s father was a strict and serious man. For years, he avoided all contact with Dash and made little effort to be a part of his life. He never asked questions, only made sure the check cleared every month.

“Imagine that.”

You tilt your head, eyes peering at your son as he speaks.

“The illegitimate child possibly inherits everything. I know that would crush him.” Dash cracks a smirk. “I’d just burn it to the ground. Watch decades of hard work crumble.”

“You sound so evil.” you say, amused. “The son I raised wouldn’t do that. That’s something Dae,” you say his name as if it’s venom. “would do. He’s too stupid to run a company.”

Raising your son, you rarely spoke ill of his father. Now that he’s a man, you couldn’t do anything but that.

“But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s your life.” you grab the sticky plate from the island and toss it into the sink. You turn on the water. “But that inheritance is yours. Do whatever you want with it.”

The silence you and him are left in as you wash the dishes is a comfortable one, at least for you. You don’t want to force him into more conversations that would have him pushing you away again.

You’re scrubbing the sink when Dash does speak up again, this time asking a question you weren’t sure you knew the answer to.

“Do you love him?”

That obviously wasn’t towards Lee Dae.

Dash is staring at you, waiting for an answer. His face is unreadable, you note, the perfect poker face as always.

You turn off the sink water, your eyes cast down as the water goes down the drain. A part of you wishes you could go with it.

“Dash…”

“Yes or no.” says Dash. “Do you love him? Or was it just sex?”

You watch Dash watch you.

The kitchen is entirely still, silent. You don’t say anything in response.

Did you love Jungkook? Of course you did. At first, you adored the friendship Dash & Jungkook had, the motherly side of you witnessing the boyish atmosphere they created together that reminded you of two siblings. You enjoyed having the both of them over and assuring them that when they left, it was always with packed dinners.

Then, it became complicated. Jungook found out about the profile - the one you made just to hookup with anyone, and used it against you.

It became complicated because you liked the way Jungkook spoke so dirty to you, those boyish features you loved about him that you thought were cute now had you swooning.

It became complicated because you loved how good Jungkook fucks you, showing such passion for your body that no man ever has before. His kisses would be left lingering on your hours after the fact, his hands bruised on your flesh like a tattoo.

But even then, you think, outside of sex you thought of Jungkook. You enjoyed his company. You enjoyed the times you and he shared together, even if it was behind the backs of others. He’d lay his head on your chest, listening to the way your heart beat rhythmically, his arms hugging you tightly - almost afraid to let you go.

“That tells me everything I need to know.”

The stool scratches against the floor as Dash gets up. Your heart jolts and you reach out for him. “Wait-“

“I have to get back to the dorm and shower. Sumi and I-“ Dash stops speaking. He’s forgotten he hasn’t talked to you about Sumi, or about anything in his life recently.

“-have plans.”

Sumi, you think. That must’ve been the girl he was with that night. Immediately, that familiar humiliation comes through you.

“I’ve,” you chuckle bitterly, your hand slowly falling. “I’ve missed you…is all.”

Offering a strained smile, Dash nods . “Me, too.”

“Ruining people's lives is suuuuch hard work.” 

Sumi’s voice sounds through his phone speaker, as sugary and sweet as always. Only, Jungkook knows his cousin and knows just how false that voice was. Of course, only when it came to Dash.

 Jungkook hadn’t thought that he’d ever had to talk to his cousin in order to hear about one of his closest friends, but here he sat doing just that. From Sumi, he learned that Dash had started speaking with you again, which was great, only on your side, of course, as he continued to avoid Jungkook like his life depended on it. He isn’t sure he could blame him.

However, you still refused to see him. He was one step ahead, though, as you weren’t completely ignoring him. You answered his texts and sometimes, his calls.

“Tell me about it.” Jungkook sighs. He’s laying against his pillows in his dorm room. “Having to be the mastermind to get the woman you love back is tiresome.”

Sumi snorts. “You have such mommy issues, I swear.”

“Don’t we all?” Jungkook retorts. “Besides, I’m just doing what you suggested.”

It’s been a long month so far. Within said month, Jungkook worked on assuring you and he could be together. But in order to do that, he first had to worry about Dash.

It was Sumi’s idea, Jungkook recalls, thrusting Dash into the Lee family's good graces. Dash had confided in her (Jungkok could vomit on how lovey-dovey she was with him) about his grandfather reaching out to him, and it was Sumi who encouraged him to take up the offer. 

In all wealthy families there were those who were attempting to get into the good graces of the patriarch - that would be Lee Dae’s father himself. Dash had several cousins, all raised with money who attended private institutions like he had. They had the name, yes, but not the work ethic or the strive. 

Lee Daniel, just a year older than Dash, was already out. Wealthy families hated scandal  - and he was the first in Sumi’s plan to fall. Jungkook recalls the moment it happened, him unlocking his phone and revealing it was yet another headline involving the Lee family. This time, Lee Daniel, whose father - married to Dae’s sister - had bribed the elite university to take in Daniel. Of course, it’s something that happens all the time, but they were the first to be caught.

Said scandal had people wondering just how iditioc the Lee family could be if getting into a good University was that difficult.

The next on the list was Lee Nara, only a sophomore in college herself, but old enough to know that drinking and driving was wrong. “I can’t believe you’re adding me to your schemes.” was what Jimin had said, but was fully willing to drive a bit too close to the brand new car she had gotten for graduation just a few years prior to cause an accident. It was Namjoon who answered the call when Jimin’s car “spiraled” out of control and ended up on the side of the road with a hysterical Lee Nara.

Sure, she only had a few drinks that night, but it wasn’t the detectives first time altering a breathalyzer. 

BREAKING NEWS: LEE FAMILY BACK IN THE SPOTLIGHT!

LEE NARA involved in serious drunk driving crash in Downtown

Police confirm that Lee Nara, sophomore, and granddaughter of prominent business man, Lee Dae-hwan, was involved in a serious vehicle collision late last night. First responders rushed to the scene and managed to bring those injured - and unnamed - to the hospital and their injuries under investigation. 

Eyewitnesses describe the scene to be not only chaotic, but heartwrecking. Shattered glass, smoking engines and panicked individuals gathering around the intoxicated and unruly Lee Nara.

Authorities, along with Detective Kim Namjoon, had confirmed that Lee Nara has been taken into custody and is expected to face charges for her crime of operating a vehicle under the influence. Detective Kim has this to say:

“Lee Nara may be young, but she’s old enough to know right from wrong. Let this be a cautionary tale, don’t get behind the wheel if you’ve had a lot to drink. This is a young girl who is known for her high-profile lifestyle as a Lee, but that does not mean that she is above the law.”

“Do you think what we’re doing is wrong?” Jungkook asks, blinking back into reality.

Sumi hums from the other end as if thinking of his question. “Do you feel bad?” she asks him.

Jungkook thinks about it for a moment - then another.

No.

Maybe that was Jungkook’s own privileges catching up to him. Growing up in an elite family, nearly everything was competition. Who could come out on top, who could gain the most, who could be the best.

 This was what it was, only Jungkook was assuring the top spot remained on one who wasn’t competing - Dash. Compared to his cousins, Dash was perfect. He got into college because he worked for it and didn’t need anyone to bribe his spot. He was responsible and as far as anyone knew, not in the limelight giving their family a bad name. 

“Besides,” Sumi’s voice is cheery. “isn’t this what you wanted? Dash has no competition now, not like he ever had. Daniel is a dumbass jock, Nara’s reputation is dwindling.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook hums. “It is what I wanted. I gotta go.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for Sumi’s response before he hangs up. Instantly, his mind drifts to you, so you are who he calls. 

You answer on the fourth ring, your face coming into view. You take a deep breath, your eyes glancing at him in fake annoyance. It does nothing for Jungkook, however, as he smiles widely as he sees you. “Mommy!”

“Kookie…” your tone is lecturing. “…what did I say?”

“To jump in front of a car.” Jungkook deadpans.

“What? No!” you’re fully into the camera now. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Well I'd rather do that than go a day without seeing you.” Jungook sits up on his bed. “Did you get the flowers I’ve sent you?”

Jungkook watches the way you get out of frame to return a few seconds later, holding the bouquet he’s sent you. The flowers are lush and colorful, a mix of lavender blossoms and pink lilies.

You attempt to be annoyed - just a bit - but there’s a glint in your eyes that Jungkook sees.

“I got them.” you say. “I appreciate them, Kookie. But you know-”

Jungkook interrupts you. “It’s been torture, mommy. Why don’t we go out?” he suggests. He wants to change the subject. He doesn’t want to hear you remind him what he already knows.

“Are you insane? Talking to you now is risky.” you sigh. “I thought I told you that we keep talking, it has to be-“

“Strictly platonic.” Jungkook pouts with a roll of his eyes. “I miss you, though.”

Jungkook witnesses the way your eyes soften and his heart jolts. You place the bouquet back out of frame and return back to the phone. “I miss you, too.” 

At that, Jungkook smiles. His heart jolts in his chest like it always does. He doesn’t blame you for being skeptical in meeting with him, but it’s hard for him. He has to force himself from being at your door every night, knowing that Dash could possibly show up at any time. It was riskier then, but the adrenaline clouded his mind. He never thought that the two of you would be caught.

“You do?”

“Of course I do.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “I figured you’d found someone else by now,” he jokes. He’d know if you did. He wasn’t paying Namjoon extra to keep an eye out on you for nothing. 

“And if I do?” you raise a brow, staring right at him through the phone. 

“If you do, it won’t be for long.” Jungkook responds instantly, cooly. “But you don’t have anyone.”

You snort. “Are you following me?” you question, fully joking on the matter.

Yes, Jungkook was in a way. Namjoon got paid more by the Jeon family than he did as an actual detective. “I just know.” he smiles a bit. “Besides, if you did have someone, you’ll still be thinking of me.”

“You’re always so cocky.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong, and that’s what upset you - with yourself, not him. The younger man is a plague on your mind that you cannot get rid of. It didn’t help that he refused to be forgotten, determined to have a relationship with you by any means necessary, an idea you shot down time and time again. 

Yet, when your mind wasn’t plagued with Jungkook, it was about him, especially Dash’s question. “Do you love him?”

“Mommy?”

You blink a few times, your vision returning clearer. You look at Jungkook to find that he’s already looking at you. However, he’s changed the view from him holding his phone to said phone being propped up on his nightstand. You see him laying down, a few strands of hair in his forehead and covering his eyebrows. You see him place his airpods in his ear before continuing to speak. 

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook questions.

It was your turn to get comfortable. You didn’t have to work until later nor were you expecting company. Dae had kept his distance from you - you thanked the higher power for that - and Dash made it his mission to call before he did, no matter how many times you told him there wasn’t any reason to anymore.

Jungkook watches the way you lay on your own bed, your head crashing onto the soft pillow. He wishes he could be next to you, he thinks, and inhales the sweet (and sexy) scent upon your sheets. Just the memory has his cock hardening in a perverted way.

“You.” you say, answering Jungkook’s question honestly.  

“Me?” Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit, a tint dusting his cheeks. “What about me?”

You couldn’t hold back the snort, your lips twitching upwards. 

“I’m thinking about how cute you look right now.” You tease.

“Cute?” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Stop flirting with me, mommy. Just tell me to come and I’ll bend you over-”

“Jungkook!” There’s no malice in your voice and this time, you laugh. “You have such a dirty mouth.”

“You like how dirty my mouth is.” Jungkook retorts. “I miss using my mouth on you.”

This was your moment to stop him. Jungkook was taking a step and it was your responsibility to not allow him to leap.

Instead, you raise your brows. “Do you really?” you murmur, eyes watching through the screen at Jungkook.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods his head. “I miss tasting you…”

There it was, you think, your sanity screaming at you to not do this. Everytime you’ve gone too far and went down a rabbit hole with Jeon Jungkook, it causes you to make terrible decisions. 

In your silence, Jungkook continues. “...miss touching your soft skin. I miss trailing my tongue on every inch of you.”

“Kook…”

“I miss laying my head on your chest, too.”

Jungkook’s voice lowers into a hushed whisper, as if speaking lower in the empty room would hide what he’s saying. His tongue glides across his bottom lip. 

“...miss the way your nipples feel against my palm…against my tongue.”

Your thighs clench together pathetically. No matter how many times you told yourself to hang up the phone - because this was not being strictly platonic - you don’t. Instead, your body reacts, imaging said man doing exactly that. His hands gliding against your naked flesh, his warm mouth wrapping around your nipples and suckling on them until they’re hardened and bruised.

“You miss it, too, don’t you?” Jungkook hums and from your view, you witness the way his legs widen just a bit. “I wish you’d stop being so stubborn, Mommy…”

Jungkook’s bottom lip pokes out a bit, so cutely that you are nearly distracted by the way a tattooed hand trails down his torso and to the hem of his sweatpants. 

“Instead you insist on torturing me…” Jungkook trails off.

“Torturing you how, Kookie?”

A shiver runs through Jungkook’s body. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding. Your sweet voice speaking his name just does something to him - and he feels it right at his core. 

“You know how, mommy.” Jungkook whimpers, fluttering his eyes open to look at you. His hand slides into his sweats without a care. “I’m so hard at just thinking about you.”

You swallow - hang up the phone, you tell yourself. “You should be hard for girls your own age, Kookie.”

Jungkook snickers humorlessly. “Girls my age won’t treat me like you do.” he says, squeezing a hand around his clothed cock, his boxer briefs painfully tight. “The way you make me cum, mommy, no one has done that before.”

Hangup, you tell yourself, the familiar heart beat growing between your legs.

“Why do you think I can never get enough of you?” Jungkook sighs and from the camera angle, you see the way his hand jerks inside his sweatpants.

“Are you touching yourself?” you ask - damn you, you think. You couldn’t stop watching him and his own pathetic words aren’t helping, either. 

“I have to because you hate me.” Jungkook whimpers. This time, he pushes the sweatpants from his waist. He’s sporting navy blue briefs that he proceeds to push down, as well, his cock springing forward.

Your lips part just a bit. 

“I don’t hate you, Kookie…” you trail off as Jungkook wraps a hand around his cock. You swallow, you were going to regret this when you were in the right mind. “...I miss you just as much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you nod your head. “You were such a good boy for me, Koo…I miss feeling your cock in me. I think about it all the time.”

Jungkook’s heart jolts, his cock twitching in his palm. Instantly, he squeezes it, stroking it as his eyes watch you through the screen closely. “Fuck, mommy.” he gasps. “I can still be good for you! Please-”

“How would you be good for me?” you couldn’t help but ask. You and Jungkook were already too deep - and sure, you could end it now, but you wouldn’t.

“You know how, mommy. Have you forgotten how good you felt when I’d fuck you?” Jungkook grunts, shamelessly taking out his cock. Your eyes zone in on it through the screen, the tip flushed just as you remembered it. Your legs squeeze tighter. “-fuck you so deep just how you like it, too.”

Watching Jungkook pleasure himself is hotter than you’d thought it’d be. Of course, it had to be because it was Jeon Jungkook. A handsome face with a handsome cock and seductive voice that shot a wave of heat through your body - and between your legs. 

“I wish you were here right now, mommy.” Jungkook then whimpers, a total switch up to his once overly-cocky attitude that you’re positive would be back just as quick as it left. “No, I wish I was there! I know you’re wet right about now. You’re always so wet for me, mommy.”

“I am wet.” you admit, voice lowering to a whisper. “I wish you were here with me, too, Kookie. I miss feeling your cock in me.”

Jungkook pumps his cock harder, round eyes widening at you. You’re teasing him, he thinks, the way you’re breast are right in the camera, but not fully exposed just because he knows you want to torture him.

“L-Let me see you, mommy.” Jungkook pants. “Please, I miss you. And listening to you right now is torture…”

Jungkook swallows the lump that’s in his throat, uncaring at how pathetic he might sound. It was obvious what he was doing - you were literally watching him - but it wasn’t a secret to you of all people how he felt for you.

“Hmm…see me?” you ask, tilting your head. “What do you wanna see?”

What didn’t Jungkook want to see? It would be perverse for him to tell you to put your whole pussy into the camera, even if it was his first thought when he ponders your question. His hand squeezes his cock, a whimper coming from his lips. “Your…breast.” he swallows yet again, throat dry. “I wish I could feel them right now…please, mommy.”

Now at the thought of your soft breast in the palms of his hand has him salivating, truly wishing he could hold them in his hands once more - even if it was for a mere second. 

You do, pulling your shirt up to show Jungkook your breast, amused - and aroused - but the look of the man. His head is pushed back against his pillow, his cock wet with his own pre-cum and you hear it as he pumps himself.

“So pretty,” Jungkook whines. His mouth part, his tongue salivating at the way your nipples are hardened. His mind swirls with memories of him between your breasts, his fingers twirling and twisting those very nipples, along with his tongue, suckling and leaving it flushed and bruised. “I wish I could cum all over them again, mommy…”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as you watch, your bottom lip being caught between your teeth. Your legs clench tighter together, the sight you’d never thought would ever be hot to you, but here it was. He isn’t silent, nor are the sounds of him pumping his cock at just the sight of you.

As for Jungkook, his mind continues to replay past encounters with you - his cock springing between your breast, his tip hitting against your tongue, an act so lewd that his stomach churns at just the remembrance. “Gonna cum, mommy!” he grunts. 

As of lately, nothing has gone Jungkook’s way. Sure, he was making moves behind the scenes - assuring that Lee Dae paid the ultimate price for being a piece of shit to you and Dash. Him and Sumi found ways for Dash, the illegitimate child, to strive ahead of his cousins, but all of that wasn’t his focus. What was his focus was simple - cumming to you.

“Fuck,”

Jungkook jumps instantly at the sound, his eyes opening like a deer in headlights.

Jungkook knew that voice, and so did you. You act fast, body warm with embarrassment and before asking any questions, you hang up, your heart pounding.

Jungkook goes to cover himself with his blanket, his cheeks flushed as he watches an unamused Dash close the door behind him.

“should I have knocked?” Dash glances away.

Jungkook grabs his phone, now free of you. He lets out a sigh of relief -  Dash hadn’t seen you on the screen.

“You didn’t put anything on the door.” Dash murmurs, going towards his own bed. He drops his bag onto the bed and opens it.

“You…you’ve been avoiding me.” 

Jungkook’s voice is small. He pulls his sweats up underneath the covers. It was Dash’s idea to put something - anything truly - on the outside of the door to let the others know that they wanted the room to themselves. It mainly meant when they had company, not desperately masturbating.

Dash doesn’t respond and Jungkook is unsure how to further lead the conversation. He sits up, swinging his feet to the side of his bed and straightens his shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to catch Dash around, but he’s made himself disappear and avoided him as if his life depended on it. He could ask Sumi for help, but that would be admitting that he needed her even more, and he’d be damned to give her more satisfaction.

“Dash,”

Dash stops what he’s doing. He slowly turns towards Jungkook and at this, Jungkook is taken aback. What he was expecting was for Dash, upon seeing him again after months, to say something. To berate him, attack him (again) even - and he would take it all. 

This, however, wasn’t what he was expecting. Dash, of course, isn’t a fighter unless provoked. But he gives Jungkook nothing but a simple stare, waiting for him to speak.

Swallowing, Jungkook stands. “I,”

Dash waits for Jungkook to speak. 

Jungkook’s hand clenched and unclenched several times.

“Are you nervous?”

Jungkook exhales. “Yes.” he admits, his cheeks darkening. “...you’re my best friend.” he says quietly.

Jungkook doesn’t see the way Dash’s eyes soften for a moment, or the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. 

“Thing’s would be easier if you,” Jungkook shrugs. “I don’t know, beat my ass.” He’s only half joking - he doesn’t want to get punched again by him, but it was something. “I thought about what I would say when I finally saw you again.”

“What did you come up with?” questions Dash, genuinely curious. He wasn’t positive that Jungkook was at the dorm, but after his visit with you, he knew he couldn’t avoid the man forever.

Witnessing him with his cock out wasn’t how Dash wanted to see the man, however.

“Nothing good enough to get you to stop hating me.” Jungkook snorts humorlessly. “I’m sorry.”

Dash bites the inside of his cheek. Avoiding Jungkook was easier than this. The sight of him and you together left his mind, but it was easier to conceal when he didn’t have to see him.

Letting out a sigh, Dash repeats the words he’s said to his mother. “I don’t…hate you.”

Jungkook inhales. He doesn’t want to speak at the risk of ruining the moment.

Dash sits on his bed, rolling the kink out in his neck. 

“I thought about what I’d do,” Dash begins. “about you…if I wanted to continue to fight you at every given chance.”

Jungkook eyes the way Dash raises his eyes to look at him.

“Or if I wanted to just forget about it and move on with my life. To leave you and my mother behind.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You shouldn’t do that to her.” he’s quick to interject. “She…she really loves you.”

“You’d know.” Dash snickers. 

Jungkook supposed he deserves the jabs.

“I thought she was hurt and I forgot about it all.” Dash crosses his arms. “I forgot the disdain I had for her. The betrayal.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Jungkook blurts out. “I-”

“What?” Dash scoffs. “You were going to tell me over lunch that you were fucking my mom?”

Jungkook sighs. He falls onto his own bed, head hanging. “No…” he murmurs. “...I don’t know how I was going to tell you. She…”

Prior to all of this, Jungkook didn’t have an issue with speaking with Dash about any relationships or hookups he had. You were different, of course, as no one wants to hear the personal details about their mother’s sexual life.

“...she didn’t want you to know.” Jungkook murmurs. “I don’t even think she took me seriously. She told me all the time that we couldn’t,”

Jungkook stops to take a deep breath. Dash hasn’t stopped him yet, so he continues.

“be together. It was me who kept pursuing her time and time again.” Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. 

“So…you’re telling me that you have feelings for my mother?” Dash tilts his head, dark eyes staring intently at Jungkook. He wants to laugh at the circumstances. For years it’s just been him and his mom and now she had someone who loved her, but it was someone he brought into her life.

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, now lifting his head to look at Dash. “I do.”

“How long?” questions Dash hastily. 

“H-How long what?”

“How long have you loved her?” 

Jungkook exhales. “A few years,” he murmurs.

“You’ve been fucking my mom-”

“No!” Jungkook shakes his head. “It started a few months ago!”

Dash scoffs.

“I,” Jungkook feels like ripping his hair out. “she was nice. She treated me kindly. She cooked for me just as she did for you and-”

“You have mommy issues.” Dash blurt out, his eyebrows knitted together. “She was just being motherly, Kook, seriously.”

Dash takes a deep breath, shaking his head in disbelief. This entire time he considered Jungkook a brother to him, one he always told his mother he wanted - even if he was fine with just the two of them. Instead, someone so close to him had looked at his mother differently.

With warm cheeks, Jungkook nods a bit. “I know,” he mumbles. “my cousin tells me all the time.”

“Your cousin knows you’re fucking someones mom?”

Jungkook ponders if things would change if Dash knew just who his cousin was.

“Unfortunately.” sighs Jungkook. “She…wasn’t supposed to find out, either.” he murmurs, a warmth returning to his cheeks at just how embarrassing it all was witnessing Sumi that night with Dash. 

“What was your plan?”

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, an action he did often while nervous. “I don’t know,” he admits. It wasn’t a total lie. He had every intention of courting you, he thinks. Though, it wasn’t supposed to all end up like this. Dash wasn’t supposed to find out in such a way, you weren’t supposed to cut him out. Now, everything had to be done differently and day by day, he was working overtime. “I wanted to tell you-”

“That you were fucking my mom.” Dash deadpans.

“No!” Jungkook hisses. “I mean, that I loved her! You…I thought I had time. I thought…after graduation-”

“That you’d run in the sunset with my mother?” Dash snickers, this time the corner of his lips curves upwards by how hilarious that sounds. “You’re a man in college just as I am. She’s out of your league.”

Jungkook would argue that he was more than deserving, but then that would be to admit who he was and what he was doing here. It’s no secret that Dash isn’t fond of his paternal family and how “snobbish” they were to those they deemed unworthy. The Jeon family were far beyond that of the Lee and admitting that he was, in the words of his cousins, pretending to be lesser than, he’d surely despise him even more.

“I know she is.” Jungkook murmurs a response. “But I was working on it all. I was going to prove myself.”

The more Jungkook speaks, he realizes how foolish he may have sounded each time he told you. He had nothing to show to you how serious he was besides promises he wouldn’t reveal until college was over.

“And then what?” Dash questions. “You and her would tell me over dinner?”

“Well I haven’t made it that far yet, Dash.” Jungkook retorts. “I was going to tell you as soon as-”

Dash raises his brows.

“-she agreed. She…she didn’t take me seriously, either.” Jungkook’s shoulders falter as he speaks it aloud. He admits, though Dash obviously is holding himself back from attacking him further, it felt good to speak with him about this. 

Quietly, Dash roams his eyes away from Jungkook and towards the ground. It’s obvious neither of them know what to say next. What he’s gathered from speaking to his mother and Jungkook, that there were feelings developed along the way. She could try to hide it, but he knows his mother well enough. 

“You remember what you told me?” Jungkook speaks first this time. “When your father came into town, that is.”

Dash shakes his head. 

In a way, Jungkook knew he wouldn’t. It isn’t something that Dash said entirely too serious, but he had. “Do you care for him?”

Dash snorts. “Is that actually a question you’re asking me?” he asks. He’s sure he couldn't care less for his father, especially knowing that he was planning on selling the same house he bought for them. However, he supposed it was just a matter of time before Lee Dae came and took everything from them.

Jungkook shrugs one shoulder. “Just making sure,” he murmurs. “You’re already upset with me about getting involved with one parent.”

Dash tilts his head. “How could you be involved with him?”

Sooner or later, Dash would know who he was, Jungkook thinks.

“What if I told you that I’m the reason he was arrested?” Jungkook begins, slowly speaking each word as he examines Dash’s expression. 

“Go on.”

So Jungkook does. He leaves a few details out, but he’s said enough. He admit that it was him who called in the domestic dispute, and when asked if he was there with his mother, Jungkook had to assure he didn’t put you under the bus. After all, Dash is under the impression that you cut Jungkook off, and in a way you did, but not fully like you should’ve. “I was there that day.” Jungkook admits, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I saw your dad leave, hurling out insults after the next. She…wouldn’t let me in to talk to her.”

So what if Jungkook bent the truth in his favor?

“I saw the mess in the background, the look on her face.” Jungkook shrugs once more. “Then I remembered what you told me that day before we had dinner with them.”

Dash is intrigued, dare he say. He didn’t think Jungkook would be the reason Lee Dae had been arrested and the start of a downfall for the Lee family. It revealed the bankruptcy which soon spiraled to his cousins being exposed for their own doings.

“If there was a way for her to get rid of him for good, she’d take it.” Jungkook repeats those words Dash spoke, the same one that he took as bond. “The public image of a wealthy family is everything, right? Lee Dae is not only a deadbeat father, but is a broke abuser.”

For a moment, Dash is quiet to process it all. His face is unreadable and Jungkook begins to think that maybe he’s spoken too soon.

Then Dash laughs. His head falls back and he releases it, his chest rising and falling. Jungkook hadn’t heard that same laugh in so long, he thinks. He recalls the nights the two of them had together at the dorm, eating greasy pizza after a night out. He enjoyed listening to Dash ramble on about everything and nothing all at once, moments he took for granted.

“This life is new to me.”

Jungkook watches as Dash lays down, his hands behind his head and eyes upwards the ceiling.

“Having cousins and grandparents.” Dash continues. “My grandmother keeps inviting me over for dinners. My grandfather said I could inherit his company. It doesn’t seem real.”

Jungkook stands to his feet. “That’s great, isn’t it?!”

Dash shrugs.

“It is.” Jungkook assures, far more excited than Dash was, but that was because he wasn’t from this life. He and Sumi weren’t doing things behind the scenes for nothing. “It doesn’t seem real because you’re different from them. You actually know what it’s like to work for the things you want. I’ve heard about your…cousins.”

Dash snorts. “I’m sure everyone has.”

“That means you’re,” Jungkook states. “next in line. Big inheritance and a company-”

“That I have no idea how to run.” Dash deadpans. “Seems like a never ending headache to me.”

“It’s not going to happen overnight.” Jungkook states. “You have time, that is. But this isn’t the point now.”

“And what is the point?” Dash asks, glancing at Jungkook. 

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook responds. “To beg for forgiveness.”

You felt like you were living life backwards. As soon as you realized you were pregnant by that man, you were forced to grow up faster than the rest of your friends. While they went to college, you found yourself a job that was flexible enough for you to raise Dash until he started school. 

You worked what felt like nonstop, not taking any unnecessary breaks and in your eyes, it worked out. Dash life could only go up from here.

Yours, however, you aren’t so sure. You were living backwards because while you’re sure your friends lived their own lives in college - dating or sleeping around - you were raising a child. Now, you were experiencing something you could have experienced in your early twenties.

You told yourself that you were done entertaining whatever it was you had with Jungkook. Your reality check should’ve come that night when Dash found you and Jungkook together, but of course it hadn’t - living life backwards. You allowed Jungkook right back into your home yet again while he was drunk and highly emotional that led to a night of intense passionate sex that you constantly think about.

Which also led you here with a positive pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom counter. You stare at it intensely, hoping that maybe you were just illiterate. That the 8 letter word clearly written on the test didn’t mean what it actually did. However, the other 4 you took and promptly threw away couldn’t be lying, either.

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply through your nose. All these years, you were careful. Sure, you had hookups, but they led nowhere - and definitely not to a pregnancy. 

You’ve gotten careless. Dash being out of the home caused you to live the life you didn’t in your youth. Only, you weren’t young anymore - you were a mother to a soon to be college graduate; one you just got back into good graces with.

You do what you do best, however. Throw away the test and do what you were planning on doing this morning. 

You haven’t heard from Dae in nearly a month, something you were grateful for. But you knew the man well and if he said he was coming for your home, he meant it. Packing up everything you owned was a hassle, but you managed well with Dash coming and assisting. You and he spoke little and at the end of it, you both ate. 

“I’m having dinner with them tonight.” Dash murmurs, shoving nearly half of the sandwich into his mouth.

You stop chewing. “Hm?”

“My…grandparents?” Dash swallows. It doesn’t sound less weird the more he says it aloud. “It’s a family dinner, apparently. They want me to,” he shrugs his shoulders. “grow accustomed to the family.”

Slowly, you nod your head. “That’s good.” It sounds more like a question than a statement. “You call me if that asshole tries anything.” your mood shifts instantly once you remember that Lee Dae is indeed family. “What changed your mind?”

Dash takes another few bites of his sandwich before responding. “Jungkook.”

Your ears perk at the name. You try your best not to react too much, afraid that maybe Dash was looking for a reaction out of you. Instead, you take a sip of your water. 

“He apologized.” Dash continues. “Over and over again.”

Your stomach churns. You’ve managed to avoid Jungkook - how, you weren’t sure yourself - since that time you fell into temptation. Phone sex with the very man you told yourself you’d stay away from - living backwards.

“Are you two friends again?” you couldn’t help but ask. It weighs on you that you could have ruined something great for Dash and Jungkook.

Dash’s chewing slows a bit, contemplating the question. He tilts his head, voice a bit muffled. “Do you love him?” he questions.

Your stomach churns once more. “W-Why do you ask?” you shake your head. You haven’t given him a direct response the last time he asked. 

“He told me he loves you.” Dash swallows, picking up the bottled water and downing the majority of it. “Said he has for a while now.”

Your mouth salivates and you attempt to swallow the uncomfortable feeling in your throat.

“Dash,” you exhale. You run a hand through your forehead. “it’s complicated.”

“To know if you love someone or if it was just sexual?” Dash knits his brows together. “I know I didn’t love Hana.”

Hana, you think.You remember the girl you’ve seen for dinner and never again. Definitely not the girl you’ve witnessed with him the night he found you with Jungkook.

“I know I like Sumi.”  Dash continues. “I’m not sure if it’s love yet but…” he trails off, humming to himself just a bit  “...I know it could come to that. She’s also the one that encouraged me to accept my inheritance and eventually the company.”

You widen your eyes. “Su…mi…” you say the name slowly. You want to ask questions as any mother would, but you’re unsure if it’s safe as of yet. You’re unsure if you could even show your face to her without feeling like an utter embarrassment of a mother. “I’m happy you have her.”

And it’s words that you mean. Dash is young and he has a long life to live. You’ll be happy whatever path he goes down that leads him into a life of succession. 

Dash hums, watching you for a bit. You’re back to cleaning up, washing a few dishes and drying them by hand. Then, you proceed to wrap it in several newspapers before placing them inside a labeled box. He exhales through his nose. “I want you to have someone, too.”

You look up from the box you were now taping up. Again, your stomach churns. 

“You’ve been alone-”

“Oh, wow.” you scrunch your brows together, only a bit offended. “I’m glad that you think I’ll be nothing but an old cat lady.” you joke.

Dash’s lips curl upwards. “You’d have about 5 if I wasn’t allergic.” he says, and for a split moment he recalls his skin reddening and his eyes watering at just being in the presence of one for far too long. 10 minutes to be exact. “What I mean is…” Dash takes a deep breath. “...I want you to be happy, too.”

“I am happy.” you murmur, voice low. You push the box aside. “Why do you think I’m not?”

“You put your life on hold to raise me alone. You didn’t have many friends or partners that lasted.”

This time, your heart jolts along with your churning stomach.

“And…I liked it when it was just the two of us at times. But,” Dash feels weird speaking so sentimentally with you. “I want you to have someone, too. Someone you love.”

Dash blinks his gaze to you. You notice the look on his face, one of uncertainty. Uncomfortableness. 

“Dash-”

“Jungkook loves you.” Dash blurts out, his cheeks warm. He inhaled deeply, mentally counting for a few seconds before exhaling. 

Oh, you think, and of course your stomach does more than churns. It rumbles loudly.

“I don’t understand it-”

Oh, you think once more. You nearly forgot that though Jungkook had something for older women, that your son didn’t. He thought women your age had to be nearing a nursing home. 

“-but I can tell it’s more than something sexual. I started to think back to all the times when we’ve all been together. The way Jungkook would act when you weren’t around.”

You lean against the counter, staring intently at Dash as he rambles on. Your mouth continues to salivate but you swallow it back. 

“And…I…love the two of you. A lot.” Dash looks away, his cheeks continue to warm. “So if…y-you don’t need my permission to date, of course, but…if you want to be with Jungkook,”

You feel it in the back of your throat now. You place a hand onto your mouth and attempt to keep it back.

“then I’ll respect it. As long as he makes you happy then I can move past it.”

Dash flinches when he hears you heave, and suddenly vomit all over the newly clean sink. He pushes himself back, the stool scraping against the floor. “M-Ma, are you okay?” he gasps.

You nod your head, wiping your mouth. You turn on the sink quickly. “I-I’m fine.” you lie. “J-Just wasn’t expecting that.”

Dash sighs, his shoulders slumping. You clean your mouth with the water. “You threw up because I gave you my blessing?” he deadpans.

No, you think, you vomited because you were obviously pregnant and the morning sickness was now getting to you. But, you would admit that Dash’s words did cause your heart to swell and your mind to swirl.

“Mommy~”

There’s a bouquet of roses in your face just as you open your front door. The breeze from outside runs through your home and seemingly echos off of the walls, having little furniture to dance through.

“Jungkook…” you trail off, your eyes glancing from the large bouquet to the man holding them behind them. 

Jungkook’s sporting a wide grin, dark round eyes sparkling. 

“...what are you doing here?” you question, taking the roses from the man.

“I came to see you, of course.” Jungkook responds. “I want to take you out.”

You snicker. “Take me out?”

Jungkook doesn’t find anything he said amusing. You on the other hand do.

Last week was when you spoke to Dash about, in his words, having his blessing to pursue Jungkook if you desired. It was the last time you and he spoke about it at all, you recall, as it was awkward for the both of you to.

You’re sure Dash has given the same speech to Jungkook himself as since that day,  a new set of roses has ended up on your doorstep. Only this time, it was accompanied by Jungkook himself.

“Yes.” Jungkook nods. “I want to take you out on a date.”

Jungkook’s dressed casually, you note, a dark denim jacket that matches his jeans perfectly. “And where do you suggest we go?”

Jungkook’s smile widens. “Well, of course I want to show you off to the world as mine, but we know you wouldn’t do it.” he starts, and you roll your eyes. “So I was thinking a movie! It’ll be something easy to start with since we don’t have to hide anymore.”

“I see.” you hum. You turn around and step inside your home. Jungkook follows you, closing the door behind him. His eyes trail around the semi-empty home, labeled boxes neatly stacked on one another. “I’m sure Dash has spoken to you…about us?”

You were running out of space to fit the flowers. Most of your counters were already taking up previous bouquets. 

“Yes.” Jungkook leans against the island as you round it to find room for the new set of roses. “I’m not going to lie, I didn’t think it’d ever happen,” he admits.

Jungkook remembers the night Dash had returned back late one night. The conversation began smoothly at first, with him asking subtle questions, that then led on to his childhood and how you always prioritized him over anything else. It made it easier for Dash to speak to him without looking in his eyes in the dark room, stating that he wouldn’t come in the way of whatever relationship he and you had.

“You wasted no time.” you tease, glancing up at the older man. “I was actually on my way out.”

“I noticed. I came to surprise you.” Jungkook hums. “Where were you going?”

You remain silent, pondering on Jungkook’s question.

You couldn’t tell the younger man where you were going. Nor could you tell him about the positive pregnancy tests you took - or the doctor visit that confirmed it. 

“An appointment.” you respond coolly. “Just a check up.” you shrug your shoulders, but Jungkook notices the way your eyes glance away from his. “Have you been feeling sick? Dash told me you weren’t feeling well last week.”

You can feel your stomach churning right now just thinking about it all. 

“What movie did you want to see?” you ask. You needed to change the subject entirely. You could always reschedule for tomorrow, you think. You had enough time.

“Whatever movie you’d want to see.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “I heard Attack of the Killer Space-”

“You have to be joking.” you scoff. “Of all the movies, you would want to see that.”

“I heard that it was so bad, that it’s good!” Jungkook laughs, his hair bouncing as tosses his head back. “I don’t care what we watch, mommy, as long as we’re together.”

“You’re so corny.” you murmur. “Attack of the Killer Space Beetles it is, then.”

The theater was empty upon arrival and it was something both you and Jungkook expected. The seats are at the very top, the leather making noise as you and Jungkook sit down. The lights were already off and the movie had just begun when you and Jungkook arrived. 

“I have our new five dates planned out.” Jungkook murmurs to you. He places his slushie in the cup holder to his right and opposite of you. 

“Who says I’m going to keep going out with you?” you tease. “People are going to think I’m your mom.”

“I think you overestimate your appearance.” Jungkook lifts the arm rest that divides the two of you. “Besides, I call you mommy all the time.”

It’s embarrassing how quickly it took for Jungkook to be on you in the dark theater. Both of your seats are declined and his lips trail kisses along your neck, his tattooed hand holding you close.

“Kook-”

“Stop, no one’s coming in.” Jungkook interrupts, sinking his teeth teasingingly into your neck. “They don’t get paid enough to check on us, either.”

Your mind tells you that maybe this was Jungkook’s plan. Choose a bullshit movie that no one would see just so he could get you alone - something he could’ve done in the household, yet that wasn’t fun for a man his age, right? Especially not when he could freely hold your hand in public now.

“I missed you, mommy.”

Jungkook’s tongue trails upwards.

“I missed you, too.” you admit. Jungkook captures your lips on his own, his tongue sliding into your mouth to dance along yours.

There’s a familiar ache between your legs that only Jungkook is able to cause. You aren’t sure why you’re allowing this as if you’re his age, but it’s fun. It’s different - it’s new to you. You couldn’t ever resist Jungkook when it’s just the two of you and this only proves that he still has it wrapped around his finger.

“I should have known you didn’t have good intentions bringing me here.”

Even in the dark theater, you can still see Jungkook’s smirk. The shadows from the screen dance off his handsome face. 

“You haven’t told me to stop yet.” 

Jungkook’s hands are warm as they reach underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. 

“I wanted to make our first official date memorable.” Jungkook squeezes your breast tightly. “Making you cum right here while Attack of the Killer Space Beetles play in the background.”

“You’re not fucking me here.” you say sternly.

“Of course not.” Jungkook nods. “That doesn’t mean you can’t cum.”

Jungkook tugs at your bra enough so your breast pops out. His free hand shoves your shirt up. Immediately, your eyes glance down towards the entrance. 

“It’s too dark in here for anyone to even see what we’re doing.” Jungkook assures. “I don’t wanna wait any longer to taste them again.”

Jungkook wraps his greedy lips around your nipple, groaning against it. His free hand roughly shoves your shirt up and your bra down to release the other breast. He grips it in his palm, resulting in a surprised gasp from you. Your back arches a bit at the action, but sensations shoot right between your legs.

Jungkook pops your nipple from his lips, wet and hard. He goes towards the other one, his tongue circling the bed teasingly.

“Ah!” you moan, your eyes fluttering. 

“Such pretty tits you have, mommy. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without sucking them.” Jungkook grunts. “Now I don’t have to anymore~”

Jungkook’s fingers twist the free nipple between his thumb and index finger, tugging on it in a way that makes you moan even louder. This only makes you wetter and wetter, the pounding between your legs growing by the second.

“You suck them so good, Kookie.” you couldn’t help but praise him. You were just a woman, yourself, who craved him just as much as he craved you. “You must’ve really missed me, huh?”

“Fuck,” Jungkook captures the nipple entirely now, and between suckles he says, “so much, mommy. Missed you so fucking much.”

The theater is loud, dramatic music booming off of the walls along with screaming people running on the screen. Whatever is happening in the movie, you’re unaware. You’re far too enthralled in Jungkook and the way he suckles on your breast as if his life depended on it. Even in the dark, you can see just how captivated he is by it all - popping the bud from his lips just to circle it with the tip of his tongue teasingly. 

“I bet you’re so wet right now.” Jungkook murmurs, eyes flickering up to meet yours. Your expression is one he missed experiencing. “You’re so pretty, mommy~”

Jungook doesn’t hesitate. He’s got you right where he wants you; all to himself. His hand reaches down to your jeans and swiftly undones the button. His hands sneak their way through while your thighs widen to allow him. 

“I knew I was right!” Jungkook grunts, greedy fingers making their way through your panties to touch your clit. It’s puffy and throbbing - and soaked. “Pussy missed being played with, huh?”

“Y-Yes!” you nod, warmth filling your cheeks. Jungkook’s dynamic always catches you off guard - for the better . In an instant, he could go from the sweet, submissive cutie who suckled on your breast like it was his life force, to a dominant man that spoke so vulgar to you.

If Jungkook could, he’d have you right here. He’d pull your jeans right off, push your panties aside and fuck you until you were full of him. But he understands that he couldn’t go that far - not here at least. 

Jungkook’s finger trails along your clit, not even bothering on starting off softly. No, he knows you. He knows just how you want it. 

Jungkook often thinks back to the first time he’s approached you right in the kitchen of your home. He’s found your profile, the flashing “There’s HOT MILFS in your area waiting for YOU to FUCK THEM!” right above the picture of your naked body. Any other time Jungkook would’ve ignored it, but he knew that face. It was you, of all people. The same woman he’s silently pinned after and in his mind, it was a sign.

Your pussy is messy and leaking. Your hand reaches out to wrap around Jungkook’s wrist for support. “K-Kook!” you mewl out, thighs trembling. 

“You like that, mommy?” Jungkook snickers. Your breast bounces just a bit and it captivates Jungkook back towards your hardened nipples once more. Again, his lips wrap around it, suckling on it until it’s swollen and glistening. “Let’s see,”

You gasp out, eyes widening a bit when Jungkook’s twirling fingers slide down - quite easily due to how soaked you are - to your clenching hole. He dips in two fingers easily until they’re knuckles deep. 

Your head falls back against the leather seat, your stomach churning. Jungkook’s finger thrusts in and out of you, screams now erupting throughout the theater. A week prior Jungkook had seen this same movie just to see how ridiculous it was. The main actress, he’d admit, was attractive, but that was all. The cgi was terrible and he’s unsure why it was showing in theaters at all. 

“Fuck, Kookie, it feels so good!” you groan, your lower back arching so you could feel more of Jungkook’s thrusting fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut, mind going blank. You hadn’t realized just how much you missed Jungkook - his tongue, his fingers; just him. Your own fingers or vibrator wasn’t a match for the man that is Jeon Jungkook. 

“I want you to cum all over my fingers, mommy.” Jungkook’s teeth graze into the skin of your breast, adding enough pressure to assure that he leaves his mark. “You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you later.”

You bite your lip, but somehow a moan slips through. The thought of Jungkook between your legs again has your stomach churning again, the throbbing only intensifying. 

“You’re gripping my fingers, mommy. You want my tongue, don’t you?” Jungkook asks smugly. “I’ll eat this pussy all night. Gotta make up for the times you took away from me~”

“I-I’m gonna cum!” you hiss, your legs closing around Jungkook’s hand. “You always make mommy feel so good, baby.”

Jungkook groans, his cock throbbing in his pants. And like that, the switch flips and he changes. He goes back to the whimpering, submissive Kookie you knew, the one that would beg so sweetly in your ear.

“Fuck, mommy, I need you.” Jungkook sighs, pounding his fingers inside your gummy walls. His fingertips slam against that sweetspot. “I need to feel this sweet pussy around me again.”

You’re cumming, hard and fast. Your moaning is drowned out by the sound of the CGI Space Beetles being blown to pieces. Your grip on Jungkook’s wrist loosens, your chest rising and falling as you pant.

Whenever you were with Jungkook, your mind always failed to act right. You’ve done things you’d never thought about doing - like being in a cramped cinema stall with the younger man. You're lucky that said cinema is nearly empty with even younger employees that could care less about roaming the halls. 

The restrooms are located at the far end of the cinema, so quiet that you could hear pieces of another movie from theater 16 right across from the rest room.

“Fuuuuck,” Jungkook groans as he enters you, his cock sliding deep inside of you. “so wet and so tight.”

Jungkook’s hands are tight around your waist, his cock plunging in and out of you so needily. Your pussy is squelching only loud enough to echo off of the quiet restroom walls. Your body is pressed against the cool stall door, your breast bouncing against it with each thrust.

“You g-gotta slow down, Kookie.” you pant, but the way your cunt squeezes around his cock tells him otherwise. 

“No one’s here, mommy.” Jungkook’s thrusts are hard and quick, your ass slamming against his groin. “I don’t think I could hold back from fucking this pussy. It’s been too long.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong, you think. It’s been far too long and you’re far too weak to fight for silence - so you don’t. Instead, you moan even louder, your mind blurring until all you could focus on was the cock you’d miss inside of you. Your thighs are soaked with both cum and your juices, his cock messy with creamy white arousal.

“Then don’t hold back, baby.” you choke out, widening your thighs. The sane part of you - the one who would think about this moment with slight regret and judgment - is screaming. This is the exact reason why you, a grown woman with a grown son the same age as the man you’re fucking, was pregnant. “Show mommy how much you missed her pussy.”

And show you Jungkook does, over and over again. His nails dig into your soft, hot skin, angry cock pounding into your cervix so aggressively, stretching you so obscenely. He’s merciless, leaving you utterly sloppy and begging for more.

A hand reaches around your neck to bring you back against his chest. Jungkook’s tongue licks up from your neck, to your ear before forcing its way towards your mouth. You open your mouth wider to invite him into a messy kiss, your whimpers now suffocating in his mouth.

“Gonna fuck this pussy all night, mommy. Make up all the time I had lost.” Jungkook says against your wet mouth. “This pussy was made for me, mommy. It’s finally all mine to claim.”

Your hip is let go, but that doesn’t mean Jungkook takes his hands off of you. No, he has to torture you even more. He finds your puffy clit, his fingers twirling the bud aggressively, your cunt squeezing his cock even tighter - just how he likes it.

“All yours, Kookie.” you mewl out, tongue sliding against his sloppily. There’s a trail of saliva pooling from your lips, but neither of you care. It’s messy and completely obscene, but both of you are far too fucked out to give a damn. “Want you to fill me up aaalll night.”

You prided yourself on being a responsible adult for over two decades and now you’re throwing everything out for amazing dick. This, you remind yourself, was why you were pregnant. You cancelled your appointment to fix this very problem -  a problem you told yourself you would keep to yourself and take with you to your grave  - for this very dick.

“You’re so dirty.” Jungkook gasps, but he’s just as determined as you are to cum in you. His thrusts become sloppy, fingers circling erratically against your clit, juices coating your thighs.

You cum hard, your eyes squeezed shut tightly that you’re seeing nothing but stars. You’re panting, chest rising and falling and you’re a trembling mess of overstimulation. 

Jungkook isn’t far behind you. His thrusts are sloppy, yet still deep and passionate. He doesn’t care about being quiet as with each thrust, he’s groaning loudly, spewing out - “shit, shit, shit” until he himself is cumming deep inside of you, so much that the seed spews out and down your thighs.

It takes five minutes for the both of you to come down from the high and another five minutes for you to get cleaned up. You’re grateful that you and Jungkook weren’t caught, the adrenaline you felt while doing the do now dies down and like you knew you would, you regret every decision you’ve made. However, you would be lying if you said you didn’t think it was fun - and entirely hot, especially with the way Jungkook looks at you through the restroom mirror. You finish washing your hands and you turn to face him. 

“I’m hungry.” Jungkook says, coming closer to you. He leans down a bit to capture your lips. “I want steak.” he murmurs against your lips.

“I bet you are.” you say back, your body moving before your mind could and you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into another kiss. “I have steak at home. I was planning on cooking in case Dash was coming over.”

“He’s with Sumi tonight.” Jungkook responds, pressing another kiss onto your lips. He missed kissing you. “How about I cook for us tonight? Then, I’ll fuck you into the mattress-”

You push at his chest gently and roll your eyes. “You have a dirty mouth.” you joke, but the words do have you swallowing at the possibilities of the night to come. “You’re wasting no time, huh?”

Jungkook leans away. “Of course not. What I say even during sex, I mean.” Jungkook responds. “I plan on courting you the right way. No more sneaking around.”

Jungkook looks at you, his eyes serious.

“And I plan on having a future with you.”

You break eye contact first. You round Jungkook and go towards the restroom door. You open in slowly, your eyes scanning to see if anyone was near. When you see no one, you exit, Jungkook close behind you.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook captures your shoulder to stop you from going further. “about everything I said.”

You exhale, unaware that you’d been holding your breath this long.

“Kook-”

“No.” Jungkook interrupts. “We don’t have to talk about it here. Or now.” he murmurs. He didn’t want to scare you away. Everything was still new. It would take time for you to get back out there publicly and not hide behind closed doors anymore. He didn’t want to rush anything, but he wanted you to know that he wanted you.

“I want you to know that-”

Your phone rings in your pockets. Jungkook stops his speech. He watches the way you seemingly pale, your eyes zoning in on the number on your screen. “I gotta take this.” you murmur. “How about you go to the car? I’ll meet you out there.”

Jungkook blinks. “O…Okay?” 

You offer a smile  - a strained one - before entering the restroom. Jungkook lingers for a few moments. He doesn’t listen. Instead, he presses his hands gently onto the door and cracks it open.

Your voice is low and muffled, but the restroom is so quiet that he can hear you.

“Yes, I had to reschedule the appointment.” you say. “No…I’m not having second thoughts. I need the procedure done.” There’s a few more seconds of silence. “Yes, I’ll get on birth control. I think that’ll be best after.”

Jungkook shuts the restroom door. He turns on his heels and makes his way down the hall. His mind swirls with what little he’s heard.

Reschedule the appointment.

Second thoughts.

Procedure.Birth control after.

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