#mid size

Summer time was filled with days that made existence feel unbearable; the forecast calling for scorching, sizzling weather that left your thighs burning against leather car seats and makeup melting off like ice cream on a cone.

The only true way of finding enjoyment through the heatwave was by immersing yourself into some sort of body of water.

The beach called for days like today, the landform providing a place to cool down and and a multitude of refreshing activities.

Collectively, you and your friend group decided on an impromptu trip to the beach. Some rushed packing, a long drive, and getting booked and checked into a hotel later, and you all were marking your territory with a chosen spot on the sand.

Setting straight down a towel, you lowered yourself to lay on your belly. After being cramped into one car with your crew, the first step of business was a mandatory tanning session.

Relaxing in front of a Microsoft Window-like view and receiving kisses from the generous sun while simultaneously getting hits from the sea breeze felt like a dream. Resting with your gal pals and getting a good tan out of it was much needed.

Settled next to your friends who were smoothing down their own spots and getting situated, you are suddenly reminded that your back was left forgotten when applying sunscreen.

Fortunately your boyfriend towered next to you, lathering his own body in that same tube you needed. He patted and tapped at his full cheeks, making you smile at how your huge hunk of a man was meticulously ensuring that the lotion was evenly distributed throughout his skin to prevent getting burnt to a crisp.

“Cheol, when you’re done can you put some sunscreen on my back, please?” you chirped, your face angled in his direction while your chin rested atop your folded arms.

Like the attentive and chivalrous boyfriend that he is, he finishes up and then leans down to crouch over you.

He squirts out a generous amount of the cream into his hand, and then begins to work it into your backside without hesitance.

Lathering your back in sunscreen, he massages and kneads the lotion in with his solid, calloused hands. His rubs are firm yet smooth, blending the sunscreen into your shoulder blades down until he meets the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms.

It takes everything in you to not groan deeply as it feels like he’s giving you a deep-tissue massage through his heavy hands that were deliberate in getting the lotion marinated into your skin. But it genuinely felt like straight-up luxurious princess treatment, making an airy moan flow out past your lips.

Seungcheol smirks at that, knowing how a simple deed was making you unwind at the same time. If he kept going, it probably would evolve into something orgasmic. Your friends next to you were already giving one another cheeky, suggestive looks, telepathically communicating to one another how intimate you and Cheol look in public currently.

And it takes everything inside Seungcheol to not give your ass a good, playful smack. He was more than capable and known to be a gentleman and touch you without thinking like a dirty bastard.

Though, your perfect peach facing the sky with your butt cheeks glowing radiantly under the sun tempted him. It was out for the world to see, and his hands practically flexed as he thought about how he had possession over that ass.

He was the only one who got to trace the fleshy curves, see the sweet dimples of cellulite and beauty marks that were unique to you up close, and grip, pinch, and spank you all he wanted. Most of the time you’d curse or reprimand him whenever his hands groped and played with your ass as he pleased, but behind those prolonged whines of his name to stop being a deviant menace, you thrived off how visibly obvious it was that he had a crushing physical and protective attraction towards you.

But given the teasing earful your friends’ would give you, and the current public setting, he fought against the temptation. Though… it did dawn on him that the sun rays blaze every inch of your skin in sight— not excluding your rear.

It seems like he would be touching your ass after all; Reaching for the sunscreen tube again, he pinches out one last squirt of cream. Without a warning, his large hands lather both your ass cheeks with the lotion, fingers molding it into your fleshy skin.

He fails to pull back his smirk as he rubs your ass with the sunscreen, hearing you gasp in surprise and clench your cheeks from his actions.

The color in your face is beat red, choosing to ignore looking at anything or anyone while he coats your ass. Head dipped down, you hide and smush into your forearm, hoping no one finds this scene inappropriate. He’s just putting on sunscreen for you.

But as he worked and circulated the cream around your bottom, his hands and movements felt too familiar to a time where he’d have you face down, ass up in the bedroom, moaning nonstop in blissful agony while he drove his cock into you at an unrelenting pace. During those times, his hands occasionally met your ass with repeated hits, leaving your skin all sore, marked, and reddened, kissing the spots and drawing faint circles that’d lull you to slumber in the end.

That bikini fabric wedged in the middle of your cheeks was the only barrier between him and your sweet sex. Internally, he told his thoughts to fuck off for now. As tasty as your ample, plump body appeared in broad daylight, he’d have to wait until he was behind closed doors to dig into every inch of you. Now was the wrong time to grow horny.

He ‘outta give you at least one selfish touch, though. So he allows himself to give your ass a quick, playful pinch to scratch the itch inside his brain for now.

That pulls you to jerk your head back with a “Hey!” He rises and stands up after acting on impulse, snickering mischievously with the way you propped your body up slightly with a look that sent daggers his way. You do your best to restrain the urge in allowing your lips to stretch into a smile when his own smile results in a dimple to present itself.

That goofy grin of his along with the indentation in his cheek gives your heart reasons to pick up in pace, gushing internally over how precious and innocent his smile presented despite his sly behavior.

“Ima go play some ball with the guys.” he nods at you as he begins to back away from the site while walking backwards, his smile only growing wider.

“Laters, babe!” he shouts, his distance growing far as he fully turns around to start jogging, approaching the other guys who seemed to have befriended and recruited other players for their volleyball match, a group of shirtless men crowding around the net set up for the game.

A scoff paired with admiring eyes and a lazy smile posts up on your face, Cheol’s bare backside giving your eyes something to linger over even as he moves further away, vision shamelessly darting to that dump truck of his.

In the moment you felt no better than a man, admiring how fat and grabable his ass looked. He was your man, every beefy, broad and large inch of him all belonging to you. Your toes curled and you rubbed your feet together just from eyeing his back muscles, brain flipping through memories of getting to grip and rake your nails over his hefty, well-built body.

“You two might as well go ahead and fuck on the beach.” your friend’s sudden remark reels you out from yearning over Seungcheol’s body. It has you scoffing from the vulgarity of her words although communicating crudely with your friends was like a second language.

“Deadass. That eye-fucking goes crazy.” your other friend chimes in. Well damn… You didn’t expect to be attacked today.

While they laughed and poked fun at the sexual tension between you and Cheol, you glared at them, choosing to ignore the red heat that flares up your ears from being called out.

“Oh, fuck off.” you groaned with an eye roll, face falling into your folded arms in front, eventually joining in on their snickering and teasing them back by providing a walk down memory lane of their own sinful memories that you either have witnessed or was overshared to you.

That was the commencement of a perfect summer day.

You and your girls continued to chitchat about anything and everything while allowing your skin to be exposed by the sun, eventually rotating like a rotisserie chicken to be sure that not a lick of skin (save for your lady bits) goes untouched by the golden rays.

Time passed and after bouncing back and forth between yapping and napping in intervals, some fun in the water seemed ideal when your skin absorbed more than enough of the heat.

Getting up with your friends, grainy sand squished in between your toes as you headed for the body of water. It wasn’t hard to miss where Seungcheol and the other boys were, as they were noticeable yards away with their rowdy behavior.

Running and chasing occurred between them like children on a playground, fighting to the death of who’d be caught and lifted to launch into the waves. Your lips lift upwards as you crack out a laugh at the sight of your boyfriend lifting up one of the guys, not surprised at all considering how massive he was, serving hulk realness.

He successfully hurls your friend into the water, plunging and creating whooping splashes, making himself and others laugh as a result.

You stood along the shoreline, slowly easing into the water to adjust to the cool temperature, only reaching calves-deep into the shimmering blue-green translucent waves.

Ignoring the friend he tossed into his doom, he takes notice of you and strides your way. Water droplets scattered across his skin and his hair was dripping, looking fresh out of a swimsuit ad as he pushes that drenched black hair of his back to keep drizzles from running down his eyes.

While approaching you, you can’t help but be skeptical of that smile he wears, appearing too tickled with how he effortlessly won his battle. Your defenses kick in, positive that he’s preparing to target you as well.

Cheol reaches for your hand, but his feelings are hurt when you inch away, putting your hands up in front of you to warn him to back off.

“If you even try throwing me into the water, too, I swear to God…”

Offended, his expression twists, eyebrows furrowed and then arched, all exaggerated paired with an open mouth, expressing his disbelief with your statement.

Though, you had every right to be cautious of his sneaky behavior that you’ve become well acquainted with by now.

“Hey! You know I wouldn’t!” he swears he’s honest, cocking his head to the side with imploring eyes so that you’d take him seriously.

Cheol defending himself and slowly growing pouty makes it hard to not shower him in some physical and verbal affection, you grinning from the silly banter.

“You literally pull wrestling moves on me in bed.” you called him out easily. He’d pull all sorts of moves on you at any given time. It could range from headlocks, pinning you down with his whole weight, manhandling you like you were a stuffed teddy bear, maneuvering you effortlessly with tosses and turns.

Essentially, you’d be left helpless, having no room for escape under multiple circumstances.

Not that you’d complain though— hell no. In fact, you’d grow a second heartbeat felt down in your sex whenever he’d lift you, hold you captive within his arms, or any other situation where he treated you like the pounds you possessed were equivalent to that of a feather.

Your big boy was made to play with you in a multitude of ways, there being no issues in having his way.

It did get bad however when he’d use his upper hand for evil and for example, turn into the tickle monster and attack you for what felt like an endless eternity; that shit was brutal.

With his power, he was capable of anything. There should be a world record for how fast he can get you pinned down, locking your arms and leaving you all petite and frail. So, of course you’d anticipate for Cheol to act sneaky during any given moment.

“But you know I wouldn’t do my lady like that in public.” he replies, head still tilted slightly, trying again with his hand to reach for your own. He waits for you to connect your fingers with his thick, calloused ones, patience and plead in his eyes telling you to trust him.

And you know what? He’s right. He wouldn’t dare embarrass you or completely obliterate you within these waves— at least out in the open.

He knew better than to tussle with you like that. ‘Cause although he was the one with the ability to win every playful, lighthearted physical match with you, your threats of silent treatments and withholding his favorite meal that’s in between your legs was the real leverage.

“Don’t try anything or i’ll kill you.” despite your aggressive threat, you smiled, allowing him to take your hand and guide you further into the water.

Your classic remark has him grinning stupidly, practically giving you heart eyes as if you said the sweetest thing in the world.

“Yes, ma’am.” he responds, the look on his face reading smug, but he genuinely is just proud to be able to call himself your boyfriend. Even getting to be bullied or menaced by you was a privilege, loving every single reaction that he pushed out of you.

Finally, you two swam off together. Your dominant hand gripped onto his bicep so you wouldn’t slip incase something slippery crossed your path.

Being enveloped by the blue ocean and Cheol simultaneously brought you heaven on earth, lighthearted fun and profound peace washing your body.

Nothing too crazy went on during your swim. It merely consisted of lounging in the sensation of water gliding across your skin as you flowed around with your friends and lover. Some playful splashes would be thrown across here and there, your face and hair quickly becoming drenched, a salty taste even finding its way into your mouth. But obviously you’d fight back, kicking and splatting your feet and hands at maximum overdrive.

After a while, the hues of the sky were transitioning from clear, baby blue to warm tints of orange and a darker shade of blue. The gradual progression into sunset sparks ideas of taking aesthetic photos of yourselves for social media. Were you really at the beach if you didn’t post about it?

Ushering you out the water, your girlfriends rushed to reach for their cellular devices, all of you snapping selfies with pouted lips and smiles as radiant as the sunshine.

You hadn’t realized a pair of eyes were sinking into your figure as one of your friends began taking solo full-body shots of you. A breeze passes through during your photoshoot, blowing your hair enough to push strands into your face, making you grimace and giggle as some of it attempts to fly into your mouth.

Eventually, everything falls into place. The cool, crisp air simmers down enough to behave during your flicks. Instead of taming your hair, your focus shifts into angling your body into a pose that accentuates your curves and figure, busting your hip and tilting your head slightly facing the camera.

It is Seungcheol’s pair of eyes that drink you up in admiration and awe as you tried various combinations of stances to get a decent picture. You were so meticulous with your movements, ensuring your hair fell just perfectly and not looking too tangled, ensuring the girls on your chest were popping cleavage out for show, but not enough that a nip slip would be captured. Even the muscles on your face were working to not end up looking too cheesy or caught like a deer in headlights.

He would never understand why girls were so obsessed with ensuring that they ‘look good’ on camera for social media. He’d watch you suck in your stomach out of habit, fixing your hair a million times and working with the camera to give an illusion that your body was perfect to your liking.

Honestly, maybe he does get it. He has to applaud you for how effortless you looked in your pictures. Whether it be from be one of those lazy morning selfies that he’d beg out of you when far apart, (that you’d have him wait minutes for as you wiped off the dried up crusts builded up on the corners of your eyes and fixed your disheveled hair) or a spicy pic of you either teasing him in some scandalous lingerie that outlined your curves prominently, or by lucky chance, you’d be bold enough to send him an image of your body naked.

No matter how you presented yourself, he knew you were gorgeous inside and out. You could do anything you wanted to make yourself feel ‘more beautiful’ or content with your appearance, but he’d always gawk over and love every inch of you. It didn’t matter if you were barefaced or wearing makeup. It didn’t matter that your thighs jiggled as you moved or that your belly wasn’t defined.

Matter of fact, to him, that was what made your irresistible. Because all of those details is what made you, you.

And what really gravitated him towards you was that you reciprocated that love he has for you, back.

Not much time passed before you were calling out his name, begging him to come take some couple shots for memories.

Keenly, he joins you, draping an arm over your shoulder, bringing the space between you to zero real quick. Naturally, your head angles into his shoulder, sticking together like glue while flashing gleeful eyes and upturned lips to the camera.

One pose isn’t enough though, and so Cheol is the one to initiate change, his hand dropping from your shoulder to head downwards until his palm lands right on your ass.

The rough texture but gentle hold from his hand makes you shift slightly and sends heat rushing to your face. After all this time, you’re still not used to the feeling of his hand at any degree close to your intimate parts. And he knows it, too.

Considering the cheeky, damp swimsuit that clung to your body, there was no way he could hold off on clinging to what was his. It was instinctive at this point. You were his girl, and he smugly liked to display publicly how sickly obsessed he is for you, showing every inch of you off like you were a prized trophy.

At the same time, you also had your own moves over him. You positioned a hand over his stomach, pressed up lovingly against his soft but strong tummy.

Yes, he had insecurities of his own that creeped on him occasionally regarding his body. And he’s known to circulate through different routines and methods of dieting, bulking, etc. But you never failed to remind him how his size didn’t matter to you.

On the contrary, he didn’t need rock-hard abs or a slim figure to be a dreamboat. You were head-over-heels infatuated with his bulky frame. His large, impressive guns were more than enough to handle your weight, and his swole, thick thighs had you in a chokehold, getting hot at the thought of sitting bare over that skin.

And his tummy in the mix of his strong build was like the icing on cake. Cheol was sturdy but soft.

Yes he lifted weights bigger than your head and treated the gym like his own personal playground, but he also nourished his body with plenty of protein and other nutrients. He had quite an appetite, and it made you proud to see him always eat so well.

There was no need for hard lines on his stomach to prove anything to anyone. Undeniably, he took care of himself physically, maintaining balance between workouts while still eating enough. You loved how Cheol carried himself while not restricting and especially knowing that he went to bed with a full belly every night. That’s how you liked it.

Although there were days where his body wasn’t built to his liking all of a sudden, you’d proudly remind him that he was already shaped to your liking.

Like right now, there was content plastered on your features as you smoothed over his lower stomach, shifting your hand a bit and feeling the supple skin, coming in contact with the faint happy trail he possessed.

Both of you stood closely together, direct, far-from shy touches showing the beach and camera that you two were a happy couple.

“Beautiful girl.” he mumbles lowly close to your ear, making your insides churn as he removes any doubt about how your pictures are coming out from your mind, coaxing you through gentle rubs that can’t seem to let up.

When more than enough pictures have been taken, you pull Cheol towards your friend to have a quick look, and he can practically hear the noise in your head dissecting every inch of your body.

However, it is a win when you point out how inappropriate his hand on your ass looks, scolding him for doing such in pictures you were planning to post online. Pictures that you can’t even show to your family members because given the lack of clothing, your supple skin, and his hand placement, it felt all too promiscuous.

Seungcheol convinces you that it’s fine, enjoying how sexy you two appeared as a couple. And even though he earns a slap to his behind, you remind your friend to forward all the photos to you asap, also pleased with just how good you and your man captured together made you feel.

Once the shoot had ceased, it was jointly decided by your group that it was best to part the beach for the day to go and wash up to grab some dinner. So you all left eagerly with stomachs growling and minds fantasizing over an overpriced meal by the pier, even going the extra mile of discussing contenders for dessert. Boba shop or alcohol beverages at a bar, what will it be?

Luckily there’s still time to decide, and knowing how indecisive everyone is, you’ll probably be making all sorts of stops tonight.

Everyone soon parts into their separate rooms, you and Cheol breathing in the herbal fresh inviting scent once you two enter your designated space.

As much as you’d love to take a power nap to recharge, you waste no time heading for your luggage, your boyfriend giving you the okay to shower first.

Hair care products, a hot pink loofa, your trusty razor, and other essentials are in hand as you scurry into the bathroom, quickly arranging the items around the sink and in the shower before discarding your bikini.

Just as you’re about to start the water, two knocks hit against the door, halting your movements as it’s accompanied by your boyfriend’s voice.

“Babe, can I come in real quick?”

“It’s unlocked!” you chirped, not minding letting Cheol come in for whatever reason. He’s seen you naked an infinite number of times and you guys are sorta on a time crunch, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“Did you wanna join me?” the words fall off your tongue once Cheol encounters the view of your naked figure.

You were so full and every inch of you was unveiled: The cushioning flesh over your muscles, your soft belly, your breasts freely dangling out, your pussy out of sight solely from your thick thighs smushed together. You graced him with your bewitching body, and he’s instantly dead to the world.

The sentence you spoke out brings him to a smirk, grinning as it registers. His eyes blazed into your grabable hip dips and plentiful flesh. Even though he has touched every crevice of you more times than he can count, he still doesn’t know what to do with all of that you possess. Oh, where to start?

His dreams are crushed though after your next words, not giving him time to even respond back.

“‘Cause there’s no time for that. I guess we could save water, but knowing you…” you trailed off, being the ultimate tease of playing him into an idea that was nothing but a mere falsehood.

“We can have fun later.” you promised once you see his body begin to droop, hearing him grumble lowly after saying that.

The term ‘later’ coming from your mouth and putting a pin in defeating the sexual tension was something that couldn’t possibly be delayed; not in his mind.

It may have been selfish, but it was a fucking challenge to keep his hands to himself. I mean he could, but why would he want to?

That dirty look in his eyes doesn’t go away, and even when you whine in between giggles telling him that you can’t, that your friends will be waiting on you two in irritancy from prolonging their hunger pains, he stepped towards you, hands finding their home on the cushion of your sides.

There would be plenty of time to have sex throughout the night, even until sunrise if he’d like— you tried to sway him. But he was too persistent with his efforts, mapping out your silhouette as he could practically taste the feeling of fucking you on his tongue, horny thoughts on a green light no matter what you said.

To be in public and be on his best behavior was one thing, (with the exception of a few weak moments) and to be behind closed doors was another thing. The lusty animal he truly was inside was incapable of holding back.

He carries on with his behavior ‘cause he knows you’ll give in. His frontside presses into your naked backside, still coaxing you with his greedy touches, cock under his trunks growing into a bulge from only being a layer of measly fabric away from your pussy.

You’re already dizzy as his hefty size walks you into the sink, fingers sinking into your plushy belly as he takes his sweet time in kissing one of your shoulders sensually, dragging his plump lips repeatedly over the spot.

From that moment, your body talks for more: there’s a tingle that trembles your core, moaning softly involuntarily, head tilting back as if you’re surrendering.

“C’mon little mama,” Cheol breathes out, the warmth of his breath fanning out in front of you, only making you whimper like a baby who can’t handle it. His cock hasn’t even met your hole and you’re already so weak.

It’s more than over when he uses a hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes in the mirror, your body stilling immediately but your insides scream with a fire of desire. His eyes tell that he means business, and your own begin to fill with that same urgency to mold together and take all that you know damn well he’s able to give.

His movements are eager as he swiftly pulls off his swim shorts, kicking them to the side with his foot and manhood slapping up against his stomach, followed by a groan coming from his mouth when the skin and air kiss his hardness.

Whiny, submissive sounds leave your throat when he tells you to open those thighs up for him, core shivering when his cock head taps your ass and glides his shaft over and in between your folds, fat tip smearing pre cum along the wetness you’re already producing.

It really starts to warm you up as he teases your entrance, his cock skin sweltering hot as he traces your equally blazing pussy, gleaming and demanding to be played with.

So when his fatty tip pushes into your sex and he makes your pussy swallow his entire shaft whole, he sucks the breath out of you during the process, immediately clinging your walls onto his dick as he mumbles about how you’re always so fucking tight no matter how many times you’ve fucked.

The edge of your sink is your best friend as you grip onto the countertop, color draining from your knuckles while you adapt to the pressure.

Cheol’s two hands wrap around the soft pudge of your stomach, soothing you through the stretch you had to deal with.

He kisses the underside of your ear, calling you his ‘good girl’ and then darting his attention to the rectangular glass in front that mirrors your reflections.

He takes note of the lighter shade of skin over your breasts and bikini line, tan lines already visible and contrasting your body. It has him smiling at how he got to see how the sun baked his girl up, along with enjoying the contours, plush, and bustiness of your form.

“All this is mine.” he squeezed at your belly fat, making you tighten around his length, earning a hiss from Cheol.

When you wiggle your butt and move to grip a hand around his wrist, trying to redirect it to your hip, he gets the hint, signaling for him to begin a steady pace at stimulating your sex.

That makes him pinch at one of your ass dimples for the sudden impatience when you were telling him that you couldn’t fuck a few minutes ago, followed by a verbal warning to remember what he’s capable of.

“Don’t run from it. Alright, baby?”

And when his solid strokes start, you feel like you can’t breathe, getting struck by ecstasy at the sensation of his girthy size tunneling in and out of your warm, silky sex.

His size feels so full inside you, already overwhelming your pretty little self while he strokes you in a rhythm with his hardness. Naturally, you allow yourself to lean forward into the sink, the temperature of the counter like ice against your heated bare skin.

Seungcheol pushes down on your lower back to aid your arch, the new angle rising a rough moan out of you, the penetration of his manhood traveling so deep inside you.

The sound makes his dick twitch and eyes roll back with his own hearty moan, encouraging him to pump you beyond capacity through the full drive of his cock.

He’s lenient and kind with the first few full strokes, enjoying the view of his girth getting sucked by your fleshy hole, relishing in the suction sounds and friction that treats his cock so well.

But when the pace is too slow for the time ticking away, you whine for Cheol to hurry, still remembering that you don’t have time to waste, and secretly hoping that he’d hit that pussy of yours unapologetically hard and fast.

“And then you have the audacity to say i’m the impatient one.” he mumbles, giving one of your ass cheeks a hard slap before manhandling your body to his liking, ignoring your mewls as he grabs either side of your waist and starts plunging into you insistently.

Dipping your head, gasps and moans bounce off and vibrate around the bowl of the sink. He drilled into you like it was a marathon, still skillful with his technique and taking advantage of the current position, your raw, shaking figure doing great service for his sex hormones.

The current act left your brain akin to TV static, no thoughts playing in your mind as your walls, mental, and breath were being blown away through every drag of his cock.

Your body spoke loudly for him. His pelvis slapped repeatedly against your luscious ass, and his hands also fiddled with your lower back, love handles, and the dimpled flesh of your cheeks, giving it smacks as he watched it bounce back.

His sack would also hit the warmth of your vulva, adding to the stimulation on both ends, skin slapping, squelching, and obscene groans drowning out the world.

While arousing, a particular high-pitched cry prompts him to hoist you up against him, making you gasp as he brings a hand to your mouth, muffling your whiny sounds.

“Shhh, they’re gonna hear you, baby.” Take it and be a good girl for me, yeah?” he says lowly, aware of the thin walls of this hotel and how your friends are rooming just right next door. There’s a good chance they can hear your heavy pants and can imagine the pornographic scene happening on the other side of the wall.

He reels you back to reality only for a second with his words, breathes irregular and whimpering when he suddenly removes his length. Your hole drips slick and clenches at nothing from his withdraw, anxious for him to put his dick back in during the few seconds your sex remains empty.

When he slides it back in, you both groan, your eyes falling shut before Cheol traces your bottom lip and falls to grip his hand gently around your neck, just under your chin to get you to meet his face in the mirror.

“Eyes on me, baby.” you swallowed hard from his gravely tone and firm hold, melting immediately when he kisses along your jawline when you followed his command like a good girl.

And when he falls back into a solid tempo of breaking you open, your head is thrown back as he numbs your being with the hard drill of his cock.

An arm of his is wrapped around just under your breasts, holding you up sturdy as he pounds that pussy of yours, his pants intertwining with your own desperate cries.

Your tits swing and erect buds brushed against his forearm, sweat leaking and dripping onto one another’s body, limbs and flesh moving and flapping in harmony.

As if you weren’t already strung out enough, the fingers on his other hand dip down to your front, deciding to massage that throbbing clit of yours, mouth falling open into broken gasps and shuddering from his touch.

He touches your trigger through expert fingers, your nerves and inner thighs quaking from the intense pleasure. Cheol still fucks you from behind as he multitasks with your clit, wanting to make you cum like you mean it.

Looking at him in the mirror pathetically through the fan of your lashes, his face is scrunched in concentration and at the kick he gets from sliding his wood through your silky wetness.

When his sounds range closer together and become guttural and croaky, you know he’s about to stuff you with his filling.

There’s a pleading look in your orbs, though, you don’t know exactly what it is that you’re begging for. To cum? For him to fill you up with no hesitation? To not stop no matter how your knees are currently buckling and how big he is for your swollen hole? All of the above?

Whatever it was that you were wanting, you knew he’d leave you soaked and sore like a slut.

Through his heaving, he encourages you to let loose for him. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip, growling like a rabid animal when your walls suffocate his entire length, squeezing him like you want to rip his hardness open.

“Cum for me, mama. Show me how much you love this dick, babygirl.” he grunts through gritted teeth, hissing and cursing when you do in fact gush around his shaft, creamy canal belching cum as your sex has been deliciously abused enough.

That triggers his own release, his deep, drawn-out moans contrasting from your airy cries. His cock head spouts a shower of cum, much to his relief, blending with the sap of your own release.

Your inner thighs are twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, chest rising and falling in attempt to remember how to breathe properly as you fall into the come down.

Cheol jerks into you a couple more times, loose strands of black hair sticking from sweat into his forehead, his ragged breaths hitting the side of your face as he still held you up against him.

His hands smoothed over your plush belly and hips, thanking you for your service through butterfly kisses along your neck and flushed cheek, making you smile weakly as you’re still trying to wake up from the daze his dick put you in.

However, it is the sudden repeated knocks against the bathroom wall that has you both jolting, a gasp in shock leaving your lips as Cheol’s hold on you only gets more protective.

“We heard you two fucking! Hurry up you horndogs!” it’s clear the loud voice from the other side is coming from one of your male friends, making your face change into a deep shade of red, embarrassment being an understatement to having your friends basically having a free show of the dirty business you two got up to.

Seungcheol pulls out of you, his cock sopping wet in cum and your core leaking secretions down to your thighs as he rolls his eyes from his friend’s mouth, making a mental note to get his ass back for his disturbance later.

“I told you we should’ve waited!” you huffed, suddenly feeling like you have a million cameras on you, insecure of what you’ve done as if you weren’t grown adults in a private room.

Your boyfriend simply checks out your flustered state giving him a look of distress from your pouted face through the mirror. You were so fucking cute that he almost forgets how he was just stroking, slapping, and creaming your tight cunt. Almost.

He smirks, not really caring in the end. After all, he ended up getting what he wanted.

He wraps his arms around your neck, still from behind, naked frontside pressing into your form, not minding the sticky substances and sweat that gets collected and pressed into each other.

“No regrets.” he mumbles into your cheek, making you faux a frown even as he kisses your cheek, trying to remain annoyed.

But when you can feel his manhood still hard, butting your ass, you fear he has you wrapped around his finger, and it doesn’t seem like you’ll be making out of this room tonight.

At least you two had dessert.

And luckily, there’s plenty more where that came from.

II

Jeongguk groaned in annoyance as he stretched his hand out to grab the phone. The alarm had been blaring for a full minute now and his body felt weighed down by sleep. His eyes fluttered open when he finally got the device in his grasp and his pout turned into a lazy smile when he gazed upon Y/N who nuzzled her head further into his neck to escape the sound of the alarm. Jeongguk turned it off and realized that it was her phone that had been going off, soon enough panic set in. The time stared back at him, 7:30 am, that’s when he remembered what she had told him the night before, she had to get to class before 10 am.

“Aish.” he said softly. He gazed at her and felt guilty about having to rouse her from her peaceful slumber. He put her phone down and brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek softly to wake her, even in sleep she affected him. Her entire body was on top of his and her legs tangled with his own, hand clutching his shirt and not letting him go. His dick was hard, a consequence of being a male, and it didn’t help matters when she started to wake.

“Hmmmm.” The sound emitted from her in annoyance as she started to wake. The sound alone was fucking with his head and combined with her moving against him to get her bearings, Jeongguk closed his eyes tightly and suppressed the groan that almost left him.

“A-aish” he uttered through clenched teeth. “Y/N.” He called her name breathlessly in an attempt to get her up fully. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times to recognize where she was. Y/N gasped when she saw Jeongguk staring down at her and the memories of the night before started to register. Then she remembered her schedule for the day and detached herself from him quickly, too quickly and nearly fell backwards. Instead of making a blunder, Jeongguk pulled her body to his again, causing her to straddle him and that was when she felt it.

“Fuckkk.” he said through clenched teeth. He gripped her hips, preventing her from moving and making his already hard situation even more unbearable. His eyes fluttered closed as he tried to regain his composure and when he opened them again, he was met with her staring at him with muddy cheeks and furrowed brows. Her hands gripped his shirt, trying her best to remain still despite the heat that pooled between her legs as his dick was nestled directly against her center. They were both clothed, but it did nothing to hide the obvious arousal and effect they both had on each other. She whimpered as she looked at him. His eyes were impossibly dark and heavily lidded, and she feared if she made one wrong move, he would consume her entirely. The thought brought her to her senses, and she detached herself from him, this time with care as to not fall. Jeongguk hissed loudly when she moved and she watched as he brought his hands to his eyes and let out a deep breath. Her shyness took over and she fled the living room, leaving him lying on the couch as he wrestled with his self-control. When Jeongguk turned his head, he was met with her going in the direction of the bathroom she used the night before.

“Shitttt.” he said softly. He sat up and adjusted himself and tried to think of anything else to keep him from doing something stupid. Something like joining her in the bathroom and fucking her senseless and screwing up both of their schedules for the day. He heard the shower turn on and could no longer handle his sexual frustrations and went into his own bathroom and repeated the actions he did the night before.

[...]

Y/N’s breathing came out erratically as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had just taken a shower that did nothing for her beating heart. Jeongguk’s doe eyes staring at her with so much intensity was burned into her mind and it did irreparable damage to her body. She was tempted with the idea of pleasing herself in the shower but dashed it away when she remembered where she was and the limited time she had. Now she hyperventilated due to the events that transpired in the past hours, her not having any clothes with her did not help. She closed her eyes and groaned in defeat at that thought and made her way to the door.

She looked left to right quickly after opening the bathroom door and made a quick run to the laundry room in nothing but a towel. She opened the dryer, which contained her clothes from the day before and realized that Jeongguk must have put them in for her. Her heart jumped at the small act of kindness and shut her eyes and screamed internally. She was in a lot deeper than she realized. She needed to get back to the bathroom before he saw her in this state. She left the laundry room and quickly walked with her bundle of clothes. The bathroom was in her line of sight, and she made to open the door and enter, Jeongguk came down the stairs and stopped at the sight of her. They stared at each other for a moment, no words exchanged and with a flaming face, Y/N broke the staring contest and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Jeongguk let out a chuckle at her action and shook his head while heading to the living room and gathered her things. Her laptop was on the coffee table alongside her notebook, so he grabbed her backpack that was on the far end of the couch and put everything together. He sat on the couch and checked his phone for the time, it was 8:12, and he was glad that she still had time. He had a packed schedule today and was already late to his engagements but couldn’t care less. In reality they weren’t as urgent as his manager was making it out to be in the current message he sent him, thus, Jeongguk being who he was simply ignored it.

Instead, he opened YouTube and typed in her name as he remembered her telling him she had a channel. To his amazement she was pretty popular with a staggering 500k plus subscriber count. His eyes dazzled as he scanned her videos and got a gist of her content. She made video essays and the occasional vlog, revolving around her scholarly interests. What did surprise him was the collaboration she did with a creator he recognized from TikTok, Quenlin Blackwell. He didn’t know who she was truly as he didn’t subscribe to her content, but he had seen enough viral videos of her in passing to know that she was massive. Without a second thought he subscribed to Y/N’s channel and saved the video she did with the other creator to his watch later folder before exiting the app and opening TikTok.

He repeated the same thing he did with YouTube and saw that her content was more diverse on TikTok. He clicked her most recent post which was a common makeup transition video. It started with her in pjs and no makeup and ended with her looking glamorous, Jeongguk could not contain the dopey smile that was plastered on his face the entire time. What he didn’t realize until he turned the volume up on the 3rd watch was that one of BTS songs were playing in the background. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of possession and pride fill his body and without thought he liked and reposted the video and followed her.

The bathroom door opened and he was broken from his mini doomscroll of her socials and smiled at her. Y/n had redressed into the clothes from the night before and knew she had to stop home before heading to school. “Hey,” she said softly when she approached him. Jeongguk smiled in reply and stood up while grabbing his keys.

“You ready?” his voice was soft as he asked, a small smile on his face. Y/N returned it and nodded her head in reply. Jeongguk grabbed her hand like it was the most normal thing in the world and led her to the front door.

They headed to her car, Jeongguk in the front with her keys in his hands while she was being led by him. She admired his strong back and how you could see the outline of his muscles through his black T-shirt causing her heart to beat faster at the thought of caressing them. She was in a trance and had to shake her head a little to hear what he was saying to her.

“You have a flat.” he turned to her as he spoke. It took a second for the words to register in her brain and when it did, she felt nothing but despair.

“Shit! What am I gonna do?!” she felt nothing but panic as she thought of the time crunch she was under.

“I’ll take care of it later. We can take my car for now. Gaja.” he caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, soothing her worry.

“I can’t let you do that. I-”

“Hajima. Let me do this for you. Ok?” He stared into her eyes as he spoke. His tone was soft and his eyes filled with fondness. She relaxed her shoulders and relented to him with a slight smile. He returned the gesture and led her away to his garage.

When they entered her mind racked over his treatment of her and she couldn’t help but overthink everything. He was a mega star, and she was just a student with a little online presence. What if he was toying with her just to leave her stranded in the end. He didn’t know her, not truly, and she wasn’t some saesang who obsessed over the idea of being with him even though she could feel herself falling for him slowly. However, it had nothing to do with his status as much as she enjoyed his music, it was never a parasocial obsession for her, simply a fan enjoying the art that their favorite artist produced. Suddenly her thoughts were disrupted when she truly took in her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she took in the 6 cars and 2 motorcycles in his garage.

When Jeongguk turned to her he couldn’t stop the laughter from tumbling out of his mouth at the look of wonder on her face. “Close your mouth. Pick one.” She looked at him with a tiny glare and then rolled her eyes before reluctantly pointing to the black Bentley at the end of the garage, his least flashy vehicle.

“That one.” he hummed in response and turned to the wall that housed the various keys for them, grabbing the one for the car she chose. He turned to her and took her bag, a sound of surprise leaving her lips making him smile. She was the cutest thing he had ever encountered and that was saying a lot when he had Jimin in his life. He opened the back seat and placed her bag in carefully; after closing the door he opened the passenger side and directed her in. She gave a small thank you in response and got in shyly, he never thought it possible to smile this much before meeting her. After closing the door, he went to the driver side and got in.

“Here” he said while passing his phone to her. She looked at him quizzically. “Put your number in” he said while pulling out of the garage. He could feel her staring at the side of his face for a second before relenting, finally he thought. He heard her mutter something under her breath and glanced at her and caught her fiddling with her fingers. “Are you ok?”

“Yes. But–I–Why are you doing all this for me?” Jeongguk heard a twinge of fear in her voice and his instincts sparked instantly.

“I told you. I like you. I really like you. If you don’t feel the same I understand, but if you do I’d like to take you on a date soon, and see where this goes” he said carefully. His mind racked over their night together and realized his fault in keeping things so vague. He felt guilty as he truly liked her and wanted to ensure that there was no misunderstanding between them. In his mind, the future he had previously envisioned for himself was now filled with her. He wanted her, truly wanted her to be a part of his future if she was willing and he had to know.

“I would like that” her tone was shy as she replied. Jeongguk kept his eyes on the road but he smiled and grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. Y/N sighed dreamily at the gesture and could not fight the smile from making its way to her face either.

“Turn left” she directed. She mulled over their time together for the rest of the drive as they chatted. They both realized that they had a lot in common. He was a Virgo of course, so was she. Funnily enough their birthdays were only 9 days a part with her being on the 23rd and his on the 1st of September. They were the youngest out of their siblings and both had an adventurous spirit, hers being a little less compared to the daring motorcyclist. They finally arrived at her place, which wasn’t that far from his and she wondered then if this was some red string of fate that brought them together.

[...]

“This is me” she said shyly. They were in her condo now and she had a little over an hour to change and get her hair together before he took her to school. She watched as Jeongguk gazed around her condo and took in the decor that just screamed her. Neutral tones with splashes of pink and plum colored red and the main attractions, her photo wall adorned with memories of her and the people in her life over the years with her recording set up facing it. “I’m gonna get ready, make yourself at home.” She detached their hands and went to her room.

Jeongguk did as she said and made himself comfortable. He went to the photo wall and admired it with glee. Graduation, parties, days at the beach, snowboarding, etc. She had tangible evidence of a full life on display without a care, and he found himself enamored with the fullness of her spirit. She was someone who knew themselves completely, or well enough to live life without any reservations while still pursuing her dreams in spite of any objections she may face. After his viewing he made it to her couch and sat down.

He pulled out his phone and went on YouTube and clicked on her most recent video. He connected his Airpods and found himself engrossed with the video essay. He could tell she was brilliant the moment he met her and the video made it clear that she was the real deal. The subtitles on the video didn’t even matter as he simply enjoyed hearing her speak. The passion and knowledge she imparted showed that she was wise beyond her years and unlike the wave of petty discourse that swept the internet every few days, she took time with her content. He noticed a pattern when he did a quick look at her pages earlier and saw that she posted on average, once a month. Enough to keep her following, while also posting with intention rather than simply doing it for views.

To the average person it probably wouldn’t mean anything but to him, a celebrity that was used to clout chasers, meant everything. She cared little about being ogled and praised for doing mundane tasks, instead she talked about social issues that impacted people every day, far more and better than any song he and his members ever created. About 20 minutes into the video, she brought up her book, something she hadn’t mentioned to him. He paused the video and went to Google and searched it up. His eyes widened when he saw that the book was being released in 2 months and not only that, but preorders had already sold out the first day of the announcement.

Jeongguk’s heart skipped a beat as he thought about it and realized that she was truly different. She could’ve easily capitalized off of his status to push herself forward by mentioning her work or sneaking a photo and posting him when he didn’t expect it, but she didn’t. She wasn’t like that. At all. His chest started to ache at the thought, and he felt pin pricks forming in the corner of his eyes, alerting that tears would soon follow. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to control the sudden burst of emotions. He knew she wasn’t like the saesang from the night before, and yet he couldn’t help but feel relief at his instincts being proven right. That she was exactly what he had needed even before he fully realized.

“Hey. I’m ready.” Jeongguk looked up and was put in a daze when he saw her. She looked incredible. She had fluffed out her afro more, making it appear larger than the night before without the bandana tied around her head, suiting her round face perfectly. She had on a long-sleeved button up with vertical pin stripes, the fabric hugging her frame and accentuating her waist. She paired it with a pair of straight, deep muted brown trousers that sat perfectly on her hips, highlighting her curves and making his head spin. She wore a pair of pointed black kitten heels giving her a little bit of height. Her wrists were ladened with silver bracelets and a pair of rings on each hand. Jeongguk thought she was the prettiest thing she had ever seen in his life.

“Yeah,” he responded wistfully after admiring her for a moment. Y/N could feel her body heat up after his brief staring and watched as he got up. She walked towards him and grabbed her hand and led them out of her condo. “I hope you don’t mind, but I gotta do my makeup on the way.”

“No problem. Also, wanna get breakfast?” he asked as she was locking her door.

“I’ll get something on campus. Presentation remember” she really wanted to say yes but it was already 9:30 and it took about 15 minutes to get to campus.

“Lunch after then? What time do your classes end?” she felt her heart flutter after he spoke and was giddy at the prospect of spending more time with him.

“3:30” she replied. They had made it to his car, and he opened her side of the door and helped her in before getting in the driver's seat.

“Great! There’s this new spot I wanted to try. I hope it's good” his voice was laced with excitement as he spoke. He started driving, and Y/N hummed in response as she pulled out her makeup bag.

“Sounds good to me. Can I play some music?” she asked.

“Yeah.” she connected her phone to his car at his response and put her driving playlist on shuffle. Jeongguk gasped as the first lyric of the song played, causing a cacophony of laughter to spill out of her mouth. ‘Gyal Good’ was a new song from one of her favorite dancehall artists, Alkaline, but she had forgotten the clear cultural differences between them. However, she didn’t like the idea of saturating herself to fit into a mold she didn’t belong to in order to please anyone.

“Yahhhh” Jeongguk said in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “This is what you listen to?” his question was purely curious and from his light tone Y/N felt relief.

“It’s normal where I’m from. Dancehall music is usually like this” she replied in between laughter.

“Send me your playlist” he said. She followed his request and started her makeup afterwards while singing along as he took her to school. As they drove and new songs came on, Jeongguk couldn’t help but look at her fondly as she moved freely to the music. She looked good in his passenger seat as she did her makeup, perfectly accentuating her features. Soon enough they had arrived at her campus and Jeongguk was glad for the heavy tints on his car that kept them shielded. He knew the risks of being with her so openly, but in truth he wouldn’t mind being spotted with her. He hadn’t asked her to be his girlfriend yet, but in his mind she already was and he would be sure to clarify that on their first date. He hoped she was willing because he didn’t know how his heart would cope without her in his life.

“Text when you come for me ok?” Jeongguk had her hand in his as she spoke. She turned to him and smiled as he stroked her hand with his thumb.

“Yah, I’m older than you know. You’re supposed to use honorifics.” She sucked her teeth at his words, a smile etched onto her face as she did so. She tilted her head slightly and leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek and opened the door to exit. Jeongguk was stunned for a moment after the gesture and she giggled as she grabbed her bag. Before she closed the door and left, she said cheekily “See you later, oppa.”

[...]

When Jeongguk arrived at the company he was engrossed in his phone with a giddy smile, completely unaware of the lip gloss on his cheek. He had been finishing Y/N’s YouTube video as he headed to the practice room, completely shutting out the outside world. When he entered the room, 3 of his hyungs were there, currently taking a break from practice, which started 2 hours ago.

“Look who finally showed up.” Jeongguk looked up and took out one of his Airpods at Taehyung’s words. Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung were sat in the corner of the room taking deep breaths and drinking water. The trio had looked to him when he arrived.

“Sorry. Something came up” he said vaguely. Namjoon raised a brow at his words as Jeongguk put his bag down without taking his eyes away from his phone.

“Oh? What could possibly be the reason for being 2 hours late? Hobi hyung was furious all practice” Jimin said. Jeongguk winced as he imagined their main dancer’s fury as he walked to the group.

“Where are the others anyway?” He asked while sitting down.

“Cafe for breakfast” Jin replied. “But don’t ignore the question. Where were you? And what’s that on your face??”

“What?” He looked in the wall length mirror beside them and saw the lip gloss smeared on his cheek and smiled widely. His hyungs looked at him quizzically, the expressions deepening when he giggled.

“I was only helping a friend” he said in between his dazed laughter. The trio looked at each other, fully realizing that their youngest was lying. It didn’t help that Jeongguk had engrossed himself into his phone again and let out a loud burst of laughter. Jimin peered closer to see what he was watching and Jeongguk tried to pull his phone to his chest to hide it, however, Jin who was closest to him snatched it from his grasp.

“Yahhhh!” he exclaimed. He tried taking it from his hyung but it was too late as the others had already had their faces in his screen after disconnecting from his Airpods.

“Oh? Who’s she?” Namjoon inquired.

“She’s pretty” Jimin drawled out. His words made Jeongguk glare at him nastily, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“Yah! What are you glaring for?!” Jin asked with laughter bubbling in his chest.

“Ohhhhh. Is this your friend?” Namjoon teased.

“Aishhhh!” Jeongguk snatched his phone while letting out a curse.

“Not friend, but girlfriend. Oh?” Jimin joined in teasing the maknae and Jeongguk found himself sucking his teeth a response. He hadn’t even realized he had done it at first and the expression left the others confused. However, his mood shifted entirely when he got a text from the same girl they were teasing him for. He smiled instantly, his eyes glazing and pupils dilating wider than ever.

Y/N: My second class got cancelled. Yayy!! I should be done with my presentation in about an hour. That ok?

Jeongguk: I’ll be there. You can come to the company after. Good?

Y/N: HYBE!!!

Jeongguk giggled at her response not realizing that his members looking at him in disbelief.

Jeongguk: Where else?

Y/N: Haha. My class is gonna start so I guess I’ll see you then oppa.

He stared at the message with the stupidest grin on his face for a moment too long and it led to his phone being snatched again. He tried to grab it back, but Jimin got up and bolted. The others followed them and the room was filled with laughter and Jeongguk levying curses at Jimin, knowing that the moment they saw the messages he would be teased endlessly.

“Ohhhh! Oppa! Jeonggukkie has a girlfriend!” Jimin said with laughter.

“Give it back!” he begged this time causing them to laugh at his expense.

“That’s why you were late! You get a girlfriend and forget about us!” The voice came from behind them as the other 3 members returned. It was Hoseok who had spoken. His words were in jest, but his expression was rather stoic, conveying his disappointment in the maknae.

“I didn’t mean to be late, but it was important.”

“Important aye? Who is she?” Yoongi questioned this time as he passed the iced americano to Namjoon. His members had formed a semicircle around him, making it impossible for him to escape their line of questioning.

“I’m curious now. What girl made you break your dry spell?” Taehyung teased while gesturing to the lip gloss on his cheek. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, feeling his heart break a little after ridding the evidence of her affection from his skin.

“It wasn’t like that!” he defended.

“Then tell us. Why was she the reason you were so late.” He closed his eyes and shook his head in exasperation before finally relenting and relaying last night’s events to them. He watched as they processed what he told them as he spoke. Namjoon immediately stiffened at the mention of the saesang and he could physically see the gears turning in his head, ever the leader.

“So let me this straight. You took a random girl to your house after being stalked by a saesang and you’re in love with her?’ Yoongi said. The rapper’s eyes were squinted and his mouth slightly agape expressing his perplexity.

“I’m not in love with her...I think” Jeongguk replied. Various sounds of exasperation and disblief was what he got in response.

“Yah! Jeon Jeongguk. You can’t be serious?!! Do you even hear what you’re saying?!” Jimin questioned.

“I know you enjoy doing reckless shit all the time, but this is too much even for you!” Hoseok echoed. Jeongguk glared at the dancer, immediately going on the defense.

“This wasn’t a reckless kind of thing. She’s not like that! I’m a grown man ok! I know what I’m doing and I really like her.” Jin shook his head in disbelief at his words.

“She’s an ARMY Jeongguk. You may have good intentions, but you don’t know if that’s the same for her. Who’s to say that she won’t use this against you for clout huh? Could you handle the backlash? Could we?” Jin said.

“She isn’t like that!!” His voiced raised as he responded to his hyung. He knew their concerns were valid, but his gut had not led him astray. He knew it. He knew that she wasn’t someone simply looking for a come up at his expense. He also knew that it would be hard to convince them, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t allow anyone, not even the men that had practically raised him speak about her so poorly.

“Yah! We’re just looking out for you! You don’t even know this girl!!” Taehyung returned his tone on Jin’s behalf as the eldest stared at him with wide eyes conveying his shock. Jeongguk had never acted like this about a girl before and the members had no idea on how to navigate this new side of him.

“But I do!” he said with a deep sigh. “Here, look” he said while giving them his phone. He had pulled up a video of hers on YouTube, a TedTalk she did in London a few months ago that had gone viral, boosting over 10 million views. The members watched and he could see the hesitance and slight shift in their opinion through the furrowed brows and glances they gave him.

“If she was just someone looking to use me for her own benefit, she would have already. She’s massive enough and if she wanted to increase that she could have easily posted a photo last night, but she didn’t. She didn’t...She isn’t like that, ok?” he pleaded with them. Namjoon sighed in response giving into him this one time as he saw how serious he was about her already. In truth, the members had no issue with him getting into a relationship, the problem was the way this entire thing had transpired. The leader decided to deescalate while the others were still engrossed in the video and brought up the saesang.

“I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt since you’re so crazy about her alright? But what do you want to do about this saesang? Huh?” Jeongguk cursed under his breath at the memory of the stalker.

“You handle it. I don’t have the energy to entertain that bullshit. You would think after being sued so many times she would just stop.” He complained to his leader. Namjoon put his hand on the maknae’s shoulder.

“Alright. but you need to speak with the higher ups about her, if not for your sake, then for hers.”

“Aishhhh.”

“You know the protocol. If you’re serious about her then you need to make sure she’s protected.”

“I know. I know but let me talk to her first. Yeah?” he said in response. He then bit his lip, his nerves getting to him before he spoke again, “I actually need to leave in a bit. I promised to pick her up after class and I also said I’d bring her here.”

“WHAT!” Jin exclaimed. All 6 of his hyungs turned to him at that, his phone still in Jimin’s hand even though he had paused the video.

“Yah. You should’ve told us that sooner.”

“I know. I know. But it’s not that big of deal” he didn’t even believe himself as he said the words. He knew full well that there were procedures that needed to be done before she even entered the building but he didn’t care. He had marked her as his the moment she passed him in Mr. Lee’s shop and cared less what anyone else had to say about it.

“Not a big deal? Are you crazy? Aish! I need to talk to Sejin hyung so he can prepare” Namjoon said to him while puling out his phone. The leader typed furiously and Jeongguk knew he would be getting a stern talk from their manager soon.

“You’re really crazy about this girl huh?” Hoseok asked. Their dance leader had softened, the irritation he felt towards their youngest leaving his body as he watched Jeongguk’s eyes light up at the mere mention of the girl.

“I am. That’s not a problem right” Jeongguk replied snarkily. Various scoffs followed and soon the serious tension disappated as his members prepared to tease him.

“Ohhh. Our Jeonggukkie has fallen in love” Jin teased. Jeongguk rolled his eyes with a smile plastered on his face.

“So, when do you leave? We need to prepare ourselves before we meet your girlfriend” Taehyung had a mischievous smile on his face as he spoke.

“Yah! Don’t embarrass me in front of her alright!” Jeongguk said. “What time is it?” Yoongi looked at his phone and echoed the time.

“10:36.”

“I need to leave in an hour. She gets out at 11:45.”

“Yah! You really have terrible timing!” Yoongi replied.

“I would’ve said something sooner if you guys weren’t so serious!” he argued back. His phone went off after that and Jimin looked at the notification for him and bursted out laughing after reading the message.

“Jeongguk! You’re already in trouble!” he snatched his phone from him and looked at the message and winced.

Y/N: I’M GONNA KILL YOU!

Y/N had written in all caps under a screenshot of her TikTok notifications. Shit. He had forgotten that he had reposted her video and followed her, and he also forgot to tell her. She thousands upon thousands of notifications due to this and he felt guilty for bringing her so much attention. Ironic he thought as this alone dispelled his members concerns.

“What happened?” Yoongi asked. Lookng at the maknae with furrowed brows. Jeongguk showed him the message and earned a forehead flick in response.

“You’re fucking insane” Yoongi said. “At the very least I believe you now. She is different.” Jeongguk smiled stupidly at his words and his members laughed and teased him as they realized their youngest was entirely whipped and beyond the point of no return.

[...]

“Wah yuh seh?!” (What did you say?!) Analise exclaimed. Y/N had explained what had happened to her friend and showed her the overwhelming notifications she received on TikTok as a result of Jeongguk reposting her video. Analise or Ana as she was affectionately called, was a Jamaican Korean girl she had befriended during a first week at SNU. The girl was born and raised in Jamaica and had moved to Korea in the same year as herself alongside her older brother Anwar who was working as a police officer. They were sitting on the stone benches on the lawn in front of campus with their other friend Taylese who was from Trinidad. Taylese and Ana both looked at their friend in shock, trying to wrap their heads around what had transpired between her and Jeongguk.

“Keep ya voice dan Ana” (Keep your voice down Ana). Y/N pleaded. Ana looked to Taylese for assistance. The Haitian Bahamian girl furrowed her brows at her friend, her dark hand coming under her chin as she tried to find the right words. The trio were all fans of BTS and the story that their friend had conveyed seemed like something out of a storybook, but they knew Y/N, she wouldn’t lie like this.

“So. You tellin’ me dat yuh man is a bei from BTS” (You’re telling me that your man is a boy from BTS) Taylese’s voice held perplexity as she spoke. Y/N put her head on the table and whined at her predicament. She liked him, really liked him and her heart fluttered endlessly at the simple thought of his doe eyes, making her feel like she was crazy.

“Weh de bombaclat! De gyal hed goneeee” (What the fuck! Your head is gone* meaning she’s in love/already a lost cause). Taylese laughed at Ana’s voice and soon enough both girls were laughing at their friend’s expense.

“Wen yall guh be serious! Wat I guh do?” (When are yall going to be serious? What am I going to do?) Y/N questioned.

“Wah yuh guh do?” Taylese echoed, “Gyal you hea’ yasef? If da man wan you, who you is ta deny? An’!” (Girl do you hear yourself? If he wants you who are you to deny? Huh?) Y/N laughed at her words, lifting her head and putting her head in her hands at her crazy life.

“Yuh wan him right?” Ana queried. (You want him too right?)

“It een dat simple doh” (It’s not that simple though) she replied. She felt her nerves get the best of her. She liked him a lot there was no denying that and she knew Jeongguk felt the same, but she hated the idea of making his life harder if anyone caught wind of their budding relationship. Or worse, what if this wasn’t as serious as she was making it out to be?

“Stop stressin’ yasef outchea! Da man like you, das it an’ das all. Until he open he mout’ an’ say uddawise youen gi worry” (Stop stressing yourself out, you hear! The man likes you; that’s it and that’s all. Until he opens his mouth and says otherwise you don’t have to worry) Taylese soothed. She felt as her friends took one of her hands into their own as they calmed her overthinking. She smiled at them and settled her beating heart Perhaps she was worried too much. She couldn’t help it; she overthinks everything despite her years of trying to dispel the habit. Also, she couldn’t deny that it felt good to have her friends support and the mutual affection between Jeongguk. She just hoped that her fears weren’t proven right in the end, because didn’t know if her heart could handle it.

Her phone started to ring, breaking the moment between the trio. Her friends giggled amongst themselves when they saw his caller id, so she rolled her eyes and picked up the call.

“Hello” She answered in English. Jeongguk sighed softly upon hearing her voice, an expression that didn’t go unnoticed by his hyungs who were in the backseat. Jimin had insisted on coming and being the little shit that he was, he dragged Yoongi with them. It had been a hilarious encounter when Jeongguk forced them into the backseat, reserving the passenger side for his girl. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live that down, but it didn’t matter as he tilted his head and smiled into the call before responding.

“Hey, I’m here” his voice was wistful as he replied. Y/N smiled to herself as her friends watched. The duo exchanged glances and made suggestive movements to tease their friend.

“Ok, I’m coming now” she replied. She stood and gathered her things. Her friends followed her action and gave her a hug before she departed. Jeongguk heard her saying goodbyes to someone on his end felt a twinge of curiosity before speaking.

“Also, two of my hyungs are with me. I hope that’s ok?” his words came out carefully. Y/N felt nothing but nervousness as she knew full and well who his hyungs were. Jeongguk heard her suck her teeth before responding.

“I guess can’t kill you now. Too many witnesses” she said. Her voice held amusement as she looked around for his car while talking to him. She heard him chuckle on the other end.

“Later then” he teased. She spotted his car before she responded and she smiled softly while rolling her eyes. “Can you see me?” Jeongguk looked in the direction she was coming from and the two men in the back could not contain their quiet laughter at the dazed look on his face.

“He’s fucked” Jimin whispered to Yoongi.

“I see you” he replied. As she got closer, he unlocked the door and hung up the phone. “Behave” he said in warning to his brothers in the back and all he got in response was a hum from Yoongi as Jimin couldn’t stop smiling as the car door opened.

“Hey” her voice was soft as she spoke.

“Hey. How was your presentation?” Jeongguk asked. The pair in the back watched the exchange, baffled that their maknae didn’t even allow the girl to acknowledge them.

“It went well!” she replied with a smile. She noticed the men in the backseat, it was impossible not to, so she turned her head around and introduced herself. “Hello, I’m Y/N nice to meet you guys.” Yoongi and Jimin were immediately taken with her and like Jeongguk were put into a daze as she gave them a shy smile.

“Nice to meet you too” Jimin said. he extended his hand and Y/N shook it and the same thing was repeated by Yoongi.

“Yah Jeongguk, you’re really lucky” Jimin teased.

“Aishhh.” Y/N laughed at the exchange and thanked Jimin for his compliment.

“How have long have you been here?” Yoongi asked.

“1 1/2 years.”

“Yahhh. Your Korean is really good!”

“Thank you” she responded shyly.

“If only English was that easy to learn” Jimin said. He sighed dramatically.

“It is really annoying” she said in the same tone. Jeongguk listened to their banter as he drove and felt pure joy at them getting along so easily.

“Isn’t it your first language?” Yoongi asked curiously.

“Somewhat. But we have a pretty strong dialect where I’m from. Really different from American English” she explained. The pair made a sound of understanding at her words.

“Is that why you study English?” Jeongguk asked.

“That’s part of it. I’ve always loved writing as a kid...and I talk too much.” They all laughed at her words and she joined in.

“You’re funny...Writer? You published anything?” Yoongi asked. She felt shy again, never being used to promoting her work.

“My thesis in undergrad and my first novel comes out in April.”

“Wahhhh! How old are you?”

“23.”

“Yahhh! You’re the real deal” Jimin said. The pair was thoroughly impressed at her success so far. Y/N put her face in her hands, suppressing her squeal, causing Jeonguuk to chuckle. Adorable.

“She doesn’t like that kind of thing. She’s shy.”

“Really? You shouldn’t have told us that” Jimin said. His voice was filled with mischief and like Jeongguk, his hyungs felt oddly protective over the writer and understood quickly as to why their maknae fell for her so quickly.

“You wanna come to the studio with us? We could use another opinion on some songs?” Yoongi asked. She turned slightly to face them and looked at the producer in shock.

“Really? That wouldn’t be making problems for you guys right.” Yoongi scoffed.

“Eh? Hybe? If we say it’s fine, then it is” Jeongguk said.

“Yahhh! Jeonggukkie’s all grown up” Jimin teased. This caused everyone to snicker at his expense.

“Yah! You shouldn’t be making fun of the person that’s driving.” His tone filled with amusement, causing the laughter to increase. Still laughing along, Y/N connected her phone to the car to play some music. Jeongguk noticing, asked her to put on her playlist she had sent. “Yah, her music taste is really good,” his words were honest as he had enjoyed the variety of Caribbean music on his way to the company earlier that morning. Y/N felt shy and was going to opt for something more neutral.

“What kind of music?” Yoongi asked. She could feel her face heating up.

“Dancehall” she said.

“Dancehall? I’m not that familiar, play something.” Jimin asked. Relenting, she shuffled the playlist and was glad that something tamer came on and she had no reservations about singing along, ‘Mr. Officer’ by Vybz Kartel. The members started vibing to the song even though they couldn’t understand most of it and were fascinated and enjoyed the way she sang along to the lyrics without shame.

“This is really good!” Yoongi said. He was bopping his head along while Y/N started to dance.

“Party song?”

“Sometimes. We do party a lot though” she said.

“Really? Do you?” She turned to Jimin in offence and saw that he had a cheeky smile on his face. She turned back around while sucking her teeth.

“Mi mash up da dance” she spoke in English, and they barely understood.

“Huh?” Suga said in amusement.

“I’ll let you guys come out with us when we go out again.”

“We’” Jeongguk asked.

“My friends and I. There’s a spot in Itaewon, owned by a Jamaican, they have events often and then there’s fete.”

“Fete?” Jimin echoed.

“It’s like a festival...Not really, but like a big party. In the middle of the road.” She tried her best to explain it in Korean. “You have to go to understand it. It’s crazy!”

“I’m in!” Jimin said.

“Me too!” Echoed Jeongguk

“I guess I’ll come...” they bursted into laughter at Yoongi’s words.

“Woiiii!!” She said in excitement as the next song came on and Jeongguk recognized instantly and laughed harder at the shocked expression of his hyungs in the back seat.

“Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Whine gyal ben’ tight hole gyal den!” She sang and laughed after, joining Jeongguk at the shocked expressions of the two in the back.

“Yahhhhh! We need to go to the Caribbean!” Jimin said.

“HAHAHA!” Jeongguk laughed at Y/N’s laughter. She laughed with her entire body, free and unabashed to everything in the outside world. Adorable.

In her fit of laughter, she settled slowly and grabbed her phone after getting a notification. She had muted her main pages after Jeongguk reposted her video so the only ones she received were her spam pages and personal messaging apps like Whatsapp and iMessage. She opened Whatsapp and saw that it was the group chat with her friends. Ana, Taylese, Anwar and Dorian, a Trinidadian boy that befriended her during orientation. She smiled widely as she looked at the flyer he had sent.

“Looks like there’s a party on this month. Still down?” she asked the trio. Yoongi and Jimin looked and one another, Jimin had mischief in his eyes and Yoongi rolled his in response.

“We’ll be there” Jeongguk said with a smile on his face. Hybe building came into view and Y/N could feel the nerves coming on again as she watched him drive in to what looked like a private lot and parked expertly. “Gaja” he unbuckled his seatbelt as he spoke and gave her a soft look of comfort as he noticed her nervousness. The duo had already started getting out so Y/N let out a breath and nodded her head and mentally prepared herself. It was time to face the music.

[...]

Jeongguk had not let go of Y/N’s hand even though they were already in his studio. He had practice to go to soon and the pair had decided that she would stay here. Jeongguk would have preferred to have her with him the entire time, but his girl was shy and the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. After meeting the other members, Jeongguk couldn’t help but feel smug at how much they had liked her after a brief conversation. Namjoon had immediately gone deep diving into her content and made her promise to get him a copy before it sold out again. The praise she received had her cheeks hurting by the time she had sat on the couch from smiling so much.

She watched as Jeongguk placed the food he had ordered on the coffee table in front of them.

“I knew they would love you” Jeongguk said as he sat down next to her and separated the food and handed her, her portion. A small gesture that had her heart fluttering.

“Thanks.”

“I got your car sorted” he said in between bites.

“Hmmmm” she conveyed her gratitude as best as she could with a mouth full of food. Jeongguk’s nose crinkled and he let out a slight chuckle at her expression while chewing.

“Are you free tomorrow?” he asked after finishing his bite. She turned to him and swallowed the food in her mouth, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“I’m free for the most part, just have to finishing touches on my video for the month. Why?”

“I want to take you on a date” he said softly. He stared deeply into her eyes as he spoke and her breath hitched at the intensity of his brown orbs.

“O-ok” she stuttered. He smiled at her sweetly and leaned over, planting a kiss on her cheek. She blinked quickly at the gesture and felt her face flame and did her best to conceal her giddiness. She went back to eating her food, refusing to make eye contact with him and Jeongguk laughed softly at the effect he had on her.

They chatted in between bites for the next 20 minutes about any and everything. He asked her more about her home and admired the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the sights and the people. He could tell she was a little homesick and his mind was already churning with ideas, maybe they could take a trip together when their schedules aligned. He hoped that would be soon but doubted it with the upcoming tour.

“I miss my family sometimes. My grandmother has a shop in Nassau and I would work there during the summer with my sister.”

“Only summer?”

“Hmm. We’re from a different island. Grand Bahama” she replied. He tilted his head and she giggled at his little quirk.

“My country is made up of a bunch of islands. It’s normal for people to move to Nassau for work, cause its the capital. They would usually leave their kids with family on the other islands.” Jeongguk’s eyes widened at the new information. It reminded him of Korea and his own experience of having to leave Busan for Seoul to pursue idol life.

“That’s similar to here. I moved to Seoul when I was 13.” Her eyes softened as she looked at him and he felt his heart skip a beat at the tenderness.

“So young. You must have been scared” she said more to herself.

“It worked out in the end” he said wistfully while grabbing her hand and caressing the back of it with his thumb to soothe her.

“I’m glad it did but you were just a kid yknow.” Jeongguk could feel himself falling in love with her. She had echoed what he had been grappling with for the past 15 years, an ache that had only start to settle after his enlistment.

“I’m okay now” he said softly with a smile. He couldn’t help himself. He pulled her into him after gazing at the tender look she had given him. She made a sound of surprise as he pulled her into his lap and gasped when he positioned her to straddle him.

“Oppa” she said with a sigh. She had done so without truly realizing it.

“Aish” he said under his breath. His hands firmly gripped her waist, keeping her in place as his laid on her chest. Tentatively, she brought her hands around his shoulders and hugged him back.

“Hmmmm” he groaned lowly. His entire body relaxed into her and she could feel the way her bones turned lax in his hold. The stayed like this for a moment, no words being exchanged as he moved his face to the crook of her neck and nuzzled it with his nose and sighed deeply.

“Hmmm. You smell so good” his said deeply. His Busan accent had slipped and she suppressed a whimper, clutching the back of his shirt and hugged him tighter. He groaned again while tracing the space between her neck and shoulder with his nose again. He repositioned his hands, one now clutching her hip and the other at the nape of her neck. She whimpered when she felt him kiss the spot softly.

“J-jeongguk” her voice faltered as she said his name. He cursed under his breath at the sound of her voice. He closed his eyes and deeply breathed through his nose to control himself and was failing miserably when she brought one of her hands to his hair. She treaded her fingers through it and grazed his scalp.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” his drawled out while placing multiple kisses along her neck. His was stiff as a rock beneath her and let out a deep groan when she started rotating her hips back and forth.

“F-fuck” she moaned at the friction. He pulled his face from her neck and placed his hands one side of her face. She gasped at he look in his eyes. The cheering does wear impossibly dark and heavy lidded as if he was one second away from consuming her whole.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. She whimpered at the question.

“Yah! Jeongguk! We have to go bro!”

“Fuck!” Jeongguk said angrily while falling backwards into the couch. He brought her with him, and she whined in frustration, burying her face into his neck at the intrusion.

“Jeongguk!” Jin echoed again.

“Aishh... I’m coming fuck!” he yelled back and they listened as the eldest made a sound of protest behind the door and then silence before hearing his footsteps recede.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can ok. Wait for me?” he said softly while caressing her neck. She nodded her head and reluctantly detached from him. Jeongguk hissed as the friction given to his very noticeable hard on. Y/N bent down to pick up her backpack, figuring it was better to get work done while she waited for him. Jeongguk groaned as he stared at her backside and got up and stood behind her. When she stood, she gasped at his sudden presence as he hugged her from behind and nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck again. She could feel his hardness pressed into her backside and she bit her lip, suppressing a moan.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?” he asked. She turned to him then and hooked her arms around his neck. He gave her a dopey smile and nodded her head in agreement. He hugged her tightly in response, not trusting himself in actually leaving if he had kissed her this time. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he broke their hug and reluctantly left. When the door closed Y/N fell back into the couch and grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. After calming herself a bit she pulled out her materials and got to work with her skin buzzing at the memory of Jeongguk’s touch penetrating her brain.

[...]

It had been 6 hours since he left his studio and now, they were finally done practicing for the day. Jeongguk lay flat out on the floor of the practice room chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, but all he could think about was Y/N. She ran rampant in his mind, the sounds she made in the studio, her smile and bright laughter wrapped around his bones, and held him hostage. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her, the action was involuntary and he was unaware of the quizzical look he was getting from his hyungs who had started to leave.

“Yah Jeongguk! You coming?” His eyes opened at the sound of his leader’s voice. He got up without a word, a dazed look in his eyes as he followed his brothers out of the room. Taehyung and Jin shared a glance after seeing the wide smile on the maknae’s face as he stared at his phone. Jeongguk had put in his Airpods and opened TikTok, scrolling endlessly through the videos of Y/N, edits and posts she had made alike. He heard nothing of what his hyungs said, completely unaware that they were speaking to him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and faced Yoongi, brows furrowed in slight annoyance after being pulled from his doomscrolling.

“Yah! Did you hear what we said?”

“Huh?” several sounds ranging from incredulity to amusement sounded from his band members at his response.

“Aigo. You’re really in deep” Hoseok teased.

“We wanted to know if you were coming for dinner” Namjoon said.

“No. I’m hanging out with Y/N for the rest of the day” he responded. He groaned in annoyance at the teasing he received from his response. Rolling his eyes he walked faster, turning into the direction of his studio and said his goodbyes, the sound of his hyungs teasing remarks fading. When he opened the door, he smiled widely at the sight before him. Y/N was on the floor with her laptop, notebook and sticky notes ladened in front of her. She laid on her stomach, les swinging back and forth in the air while she bopped her head slightly to the music coming from her headphones as she typed. She had no idea he had returned, too engrossed in her work to hear the sound of the door opening and closing. He walked slowly towards her and tapped her foot. He laughed as she squealed in surprise before turning around to face him.

“Are you trying to kill me?” She asked jokingly. He laughed in response. She took her headphones off and turned to sit in front of him, then she reached her hands forwards, signaling for him to help her up. He obliged without any difficulty, and she gasped when he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. He sighed in contentment at the feeling of her arms wrapping around his waist, settling into him. After hugging her to his chest for a full minute, he loosened his grip and while still holding her, he pulled away slightly with one hand on her hip and the other on her lower back.

“Ready to go?” he asked softly. She gazed at him for a second, taking in the way his eyes glazed over slightly as he spoke to her.

“Hmm” she said in response. He smiled her in response and brought a hand to her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. He looked reluctant to let her go, parting from her with a sigh. She turned to pack her things with a soft sigh and her heart beating erratically in her chest.

Jeongguk’s skin pebbled with goosebumps as he pulled out of Hybe. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from officially asking her to be his girlfriend. Their moment in the studio running wild in his brain, everything about her called to him, enticing him to think of nothing but her lest she disappeared. He kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel her next to him as she scrolled on her phone. The car was filled with a comfortable silence as he navigated to the streets of Seoul as the sun began to set and his mind racked with how he was going to ask her. Should he wait until their date tomorrow? Or should he listen to his instincts and claim her officially here and now as he drove to his house.

“Y/N” he said. Y/N turned to him a soft smile on her face as he glanced at her before turning his back to the road. His breath hitched before he started worrying his lip piercing, a nervous tick, one that had her furrowing her brows. She put her hand on his that was in rested in between them as he drove one handed and he linked their hands together. He looked to their laced fingers, his tattooed hand larger that hers and felt his nerves settle completely.

“Everything ok?” she asked softly.

“Hmm. I wanted to ask you something...I know we haven’t known each other for that long and with my career and everything—I—What I’m trying to ask is if you would like having me as your boyfriend?” There he said it. His words came out fast and it felt like a weight being lifted off of his chest. Y/N gasped when she registered his words and looked at him with wide eyes.

“I—You’re serious?” she said in disbelief. He glanced at her again and furrowed his brows, taking it as rejection.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this.”

“Why me?” Jeongguk felt his heart sunk at how small she sounded.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before...You have a good head on your shoulders. You have a heart bigger than anything in this world and you’re unapologetically yourself regardless of what others think of you and you’re kind. You could’ve taken advantage of me for your own benefit, but that isn’t you. I’ve never trusted anyone so quickly before and you...you make me crazy. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life. That’s why. What do you say?” he spoke each word carefully, a smile widening on his face as he thought about her. In such a small period of time she had burrowed her way into his heart, taking it over and owning him completely. When he glanced at her again he saw tears welling in her eyes and started to panic.

“Don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I’m not—”

“You idiot!...Yes I’ll be your girlfriend” she said with a laugh.

“Aigoooo!” he said with a deep breath, joining in her laughter. Y/N leaned over and kissed his cheek and in response Jeongguk broke out into the goofiest smile she had ever seen.

“I really thought I was gonna have to back out of the tour for a sec. Performing with heartbreak doesn’t sound fun.” She hit his arm in jest and sucked her teeth at his joke. “Speaking of. Are you coming to the first show? And do you want to come on tour with us this summer?” he asked. He was mindful of her still being in school, as much as he would like for her to attend the tour with him.

“I got tickets for the Japanese show. I have a conference to attend at the same time, but I’m free for June.” She had a packed schedule this year. Her increase in online popularity, combined with her upcoming book release left her in an ocean of academic lectures and conferences.

“Conference? Tell me about it” he said excitedly. She smiled widely and went into detail about her trip. Jeongguk listened attentively and felt pride bloom in his chest. She was giving various lectures at 3 universities in Japan, along with speaking at a conference about her upcoming book. He might have been a pop star, and his achievements were no small feat, but the passion it took to be a professional scholar, a successful one at that was an entirely different ball game and, in that moment, being her boyfriend felt like one of the biggest achievements in his life.

[...]

Y/N felt giddy as she did her nighttime routine. They were at her place now after getting her jeep and an overnight bag for him at his place. Jeongguk—her boyfriend—was in the shower and she still couldn’t believe it. He was her a boyfriend. It went beyond his idol status, a factor that left her mind when she was actually in his presence. What really stunned her was just how good of a man he was.

She hadn’t had the best luck, despite only ever having been in 1 serious relationship before. Her ex-boyfriend of 2 years had cheated on her for half of it. He was a little older, 3 years her senior at the time and had gotten his other girlfriend pregnant, when he finally broke the news. She had been blamed for it, due to her being so focused on her studies and her budding YouTube career at the time. Back home it was expected for women to just accept the failings of their partners, cheating included, but her parents had taught her better than that, so she left him and the ideas of love with it.

She had been on dates here and there over years after their breakup but nothing serious came out of it. She didn’t feel the spark and instant connection like she had with Jeongguk, hell she hadn’t any intention of dating at all this year, despite her friends’ urging. She was so focused on herself that the idea of adding a man to the equation seemed like an inconvenience. That didn’t mean she didn’t get lonely or horny, but the idea of putting herself out there and ending up in that situation again dissuaded her, and now her barriers had been broken, and her heart was filled with the man that was currently in her shower. She smiled to herself as she exited her room and went into her kitchen, mind reeling with the doe eyed man.

Jeongguk felt as if he was heaven as he started to get dressed. He smelled just like her after his shower, a fact that sent shivers down his spine. After doing his skincare, he left her bathroom with a stupid grin on his face. He was met with Y/N in the kitchen and his eyes darkened as he gazed upon her. She was in a night dress, nothing extravagant or too revealing but something about her dressed like this sent his thoughts into inappropriate terr. He wondered how easy it would be to pull it up and bury his face into her. He smirked at the thought and cleared his throat as he entered. She turned to him after closing the fridge with a smile.

“Whatchu you making?” he asked while sitting on the stool on the other side of the island.

“Pasta. That ok?” She asked.

“Hmmm.” she smiled in response to him and then went back to her task at hand. He watched her intently as she got into the zone, admiring how beautiful she was as she performed the domestic task. His mind wandered then, envisioning her doing the same in their shared home as his wife, a kid or two running around. He was so fucked. His thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. She glanced at it and shook her head in amusement at the caller id.

“Answer and put it on speaker for me please.” He obeyed her instructions.

“Wagwan my yute. Weh yuh” Ana asked.

“I jus’ reach home not too long.” Jeongguk could barely understand what was being said but couldn’t help but be intrigued by the way she spoke.

“Hmmm. Weh yuh man? Yuh romp ‘im yet?”

“ANA! He righchea!” The person on the other end laughed loudly and he titled his head in confusion and amusement when she glanced at him shyly.

“Mi bad. Lem muh lef yuh alone. Yuh call muh tomorra, I wan know erryting!”

“Goodbye!” she said with a smile and Jeongguk was curious about the interaction.

“Who’s that?” she looked to him after putting the pasta to boil.

“Ana. She’s one of the friends I made here. You’ll meet her when we go out soon. You still want to come right?”

“Of course! I haven’t partied in ages. I feel like a old man.” she laughed before responding.

“I mean...You are pushing 30.” he gasped in faux offense.

“Yah! 28 is still young!”

“You’re 30 though. Maybe I should be calling you Ahjussi.” He gasped and laughed at her words.

“Yah! You aren’t that much younger you know!” She snickered at his words.

“Babe. Only one of us is turning 30 next year.” he cackled at her words.

He could get used to this.

They made their way to the couch after their playful banter and eating. They had learned a lot more about each other then. She had 2 sibilings and and a gaggle of cousins that she spoke about with bright eyes and a twinge of longing for home. Jeongguk’s mind reeled as he planned a trip with her to her home in his head when their schedules allowed. He also found out that she smoked occasionally, a habit she was trying to quit. He shared that he too was struggling as well, and that he only quit recently but the cravings got to him still.

They now sat on her couch with two glasses of white wine they leisurely sipped on as they chatted. She had her legs stretched out on the couch, her back against the armrest and he lifted them over his thighs, caressing her ankles as he spoke.

“How many languages do you speak?” he asked curiously. He watched as she mulled it over in her hand, doing a mental count with her fingers. His eys widened when she got past 5.

“Technically 7, if I include dialects and creoles.”

“Yahhhh! You’re a fucking genius!” She giggled at his response. “What are they?”

“Standard English, Bahamian creole, Haitian Kreyol, French, Spanish, Korean, and Japanese.”

“Wahhhh! How did you learn?”

“I did study abroad in Japan during ungrad for a year. So I took a few classes and friends...French and Spanish from high school and Kreyol from friends back home.”

“Ahhh! Your brain is insane!” he said in admiration. She giggled.

“Languages were always my special interest growing up.”

“Special interest. You have ADHD too?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes! I got diagnosed as a kid.”

“I got diagnosed recently and everything just made sense!” he said vibrantly.

“You know what’s crazy?...It was always obvious.” He snorted with laughter at her words.

“I’m serious! I watched your videos and lives and you’d be stimming all the time. So cute.” he blushed at her words and put his face in his hands. She laughed at him.

“Wahh!!! Was I the last person to know?”

“Yeah” she said with a face that said duh. He threw his head back and laughed at that.

“What’s your favorite BTS song?”

“Yahhh! That’s impossible to answer!” He snickered at her response.

“Ok. Ok. Top 3!”

“Hmmm...We Are Bulletproof pt2...Aish! This impossible!”

“EHHH! That one is so old!” She gasped at this!

“Hey! That’s one of your best songs!” He shook his head in disagreeance, a smile etched onto his face when she sucked her teeth at him.

“Pass the romote.” he obeyed her resquest. She turned the T.V. on and went to YouTube and felt giddy when she clicked onto the music video. Jeongguk made a sound of protest.

“Hajimaaaa! I can’t watch this!” He folded into himself, cringing and she cackled in response and stood up. She started dancing and singing along and laughed loudly when Jeongguk cringed at his teenaged self.

“Iremun Jungkook!”

“YAHHHH! Hajima!!!”

“HAHAHA!” she laughed at him as he cringed.

Despite his embarrassment he tthoroughly enjoyed watching her have fun.

“A fucking masterpiece!” She said in English when she sat down after her performance.

“We were so embarrassing!”

“No no no! Passion! You were passionate!” She argued. He laughed loudly at this and hugged her legs.

“You should perform this on the tour!” he lifted his head up and smiled at her.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” he teased.

“Yes! No other group can compare!” he laughed at her as she spoke with such conviction despite the wide smile on her face.

“Yah! I don’t even remember the lyrics!” She sucked her teeth in annoyance.

“Aigoo. Your memory is failing already ahjussi!”

“Yah!” he grabbed her and she squealed. They engaged in play fighting, laughter filling her living room. Jeongguk was stronger and bigger than she was and restricted her quickly.

“Yahh!!” she shouted with laughter. He giggled as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. She wriggled beneath him, and pouted at him.

“Yah! Jeongguk!” she whined, trying and failing at getting him off.

“Oh? I thought it was ahjussi!” he teased. she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes with a smile. Her smile turned to a little smirk before she spoke.

“Not ahjussi...but oppa.” his breath hitched at her teasing, causing him to become distracted for a moment. Taking her chance she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. He gasped, all playfulness being replaced with thick tension as his pupils dialated. She suppressed a whimper that threatened to bubble from her throat as she watch his expression shift. Fuck. He manouvered in between her legs, her thighs spread to accommodate his hips and she moaned softly when she felt his bulge pressed against her.

“Oh? Still think I’m an ahjussi?” he said with a smirk. He watched her eyes flutter as she shook her head no. He couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed her hard, groaning in her mouth and rotated his hips, swallowing each moan that came from her lips as he burrowed his tongue into her mouth. He felt her move against him, chasing his movements to seek her own pleasure. He groaned deeply at the thought and trailed his lips to her neck.

“Hmmm” she moaned as he sucked her neck. He repeated the action all the way to her collarbone before bringing his face to hers again. He sighed at the blissful expression on her face.

“I want to taste you” he whispered before pecking her lips again.

“Please” she whined and he groaned at her response. He lifted her dress above her hips and his nose flared at the sight of her pink underwear. She was soaked.

“Fuckkk.” He cursed at the sight and hooked his fingers around the band of them, carefully taking them off. “Aishhh.” He gripped the back of her knees and folded her legs upward into her chest, earning a gasp from his pretty girl. He looked at her once more, her eyes begging him to take what he wanted. He kissed her inner thighs, leaving marks in his wake before licking a long stripe against her slit. They both moaned at the action and her hands gripped his head.

Y/N moaned helplessly as he devoured her. He alternated between swift flicks of his tongue and sucking her clit, making her head spin and her pussy impossibly wet.

“Yessss.” She moaned out, earning a groan from him. He lapped her pussy with his tongue and her hips bucked uncontrollably as she got closer to the edge.

“B-baby!” he groaned into her cunt as he sped up his movements and relished in her taste as she came over his tongue. Her moans turning into whimpers as she tried to pull his head away from her sensitve clit. He licked her clean before obliging, bringing his face to hers and kissing her messily and she groaned at the taste of her own juices. She gasped into his mouth when she felt him rub her clit with his fingers.

“W-wait” she pleaded. Jeongguk pecked her lips before looking her in the eyes with a smirk, not stopping his movements.

“You want me to stop?”

“I—I” her words faltered when he entered two fingers into her pussy. Her eyes began to flutter shut as he started to finger her. He started slow and then increased his movements, curving upward and hitting her sweet spot each time. She felt him grip her jaw with his free hand.

“Look at me” he whispered.

“Hmmmmm!” she moaned loudly while obeying his command. She struggled to keep them opened and Jeongguk took great pleasure in her fucked-out expression.

“Right there! Fucckkk!” her hips bucked wildly as her words came out slurred. He moved faster, and groaned as her walls started to flutter, announcing how close she was.

“So fucking tight” he drawled out.

“Jeongguk!” she shouted his name as she came. He watched as her eyes rolled back as she came and groaned loudly when he felt her gush around his fingers.

“Fucckkkkk!” he said loudly at the sight of her squirting over his hand. “Good girl.” he kissed her softly and repeated the praise twice more as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her wet cunt. She sighed with her eyes still closed and he felt too pleased with himself at the fucked-out expression on her face. He sucked his fingers, groaning at her taste before cradling her face in his hands.

“Baby. You with me?” he asked softly while caressing her cheeks. She hummed in response as her eyes fluttered open. She sighed when her vision cleared and saw him staring at her so lovingly.

“Fuck” she breathed out with a small laugh. Jeongguk chuckled at her before pecking her lips.

“You ok?” he asked tenderly. She nodded her head yes before glancing below them, motioning to his bulge.

“It’s okay” he said as he expected nothing more from her.

“But I want more.” he groaned at her words as she practically begged.

“Fuck. We can’t, I don’t have condoms.” He replied even though he really wanted to. She kissed him after his response before pulling back with a tiny smirk on her face and whispered.

“It’s ok, I’m on the pill.” He flared his nostrils before lifting her up. She gasped and hooked her legs around his waist as he carried them to her room while they kissed.

Jeongguk laid her on the bed, and they only broke their kiss in between taking their clothes off. She pulled the dress over her head and adjusted her bonnet. She took him in as she watched him undress. His t shirt was the first to go and her pussy clenched at the sight of his muscles and tattoos. She knew that she was in for trouble for her earlier teasing as he smirked at her while removing his shorts. She gasped at the sight of him. She knew he was big, but seeing it made her slightly nervous as she took him in. His cock was sizeable in both girth and length, and it curved upwards, an angry vein on the underside and was darker than his skin, matching the shade of his nipples.

He settled in between her thighs, leaning over her and pressing himself against her cunt. He smiled softly at her as he leaned in and kissed her. Twin sighs leaving their mouths as they kissed passionately. Her hands wrapped around his neck and tugged one his dark hair as his tongue entered her mouth. It was messy and had her dripping along with his movements below. He rotated his hips, grinding his cock against her swollen clit.

“Hmmmm” she moaned into his mouth.

“So beautiful” he uttered with a sigh while tracing his mouth down her neck. His lips traveled to her breasts, groaning at their fullness and marking them without care. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it.

“Jayyyy.” The endearment was said with a whine of frustration. “P-please...please...please” she begged.

“Hmmmm” he said. He released her nipple with a pop and brought his face to hers, a teasing smile on his face. “What?” he chuckled at the pout she gave him in response. “Tell me what want.” he pecked her lips. “And I’ll give it to you.” he repeated the action.

“You know what I want” she said while bucking her hips forward. He groaned softly.

“Say it” he taunted.

“Hmmmm! Fuck me please...please.” He chuckled at her begging. He placed a kiss on her forehead before taking his cock in his hand. He sat back slightly and tapped the tip of it onto her clit, droplets of precum smearing on to her already wet cunt. She whimpered beneath him with furrowed brows and closed eyes. He wasn’t fairing any better with the way he gritted his teeth, so he put them both out of their misery and entered her slowly.

“Fucckkkkkk!” he said loudly, mixing in with her deep moan. Y/N felt as if the wind was knocked out of her at the slow drag of his cock. Tiny gasps left her mouth and she clenched uncontrollably as he sunk in fully, all the way to the hilt. Her eyes fluttered open, barely visible with her heavy lids and she brought her hand forward attempting to run from what she was about to receive. He chuckled at the action and started stroking.

“Oh godddd!” Her back bent as he fucked her deeply. His movements were slow but hard and the tip of his cock hit her sweet spot over and over again as she moaned helplessly, trying and failing at pushing against his abdomen. Jeongguk grunted with each thrust taking in the way she went dumb on his cock.

“Move your hand” he taunted. She moaned in response, already shaking as she shook her head, unable to discern what it was that she was pleading for. He bent her legs more, pressing her knees into her shoulders and started to fuck her faster.

“Oh!Oh!Oh! Fuckkkk!” She moaned loudly.

"Keep your eyes open." He said to her. She obeyed him and moaned louder when she looked at him.

"Jayyyy!"

“Fuck... Fuck. Fucking made for me!” He pressed his forehead to hers as hips moved faster. Her walls clenched around him tightly as she came with a keen. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and he felt her cum around him.

“Ahhhhhh. Hmmmmmm!” she moaned and he moaned loudly in response as his movements slowed while she came down from her high. Her body shook as he stilled inside of her.

“J-Jay” she whispered as her eyes started to open. He kissed her softly.

"My good girl" he whispered. She moaned softly and he rolled his hips forward again, fucking her slowly. She whimpered and her eyes rolled in the back of her head before fluttering shut.

"No no, keep your eyes open. Look at me while I fuck you." She whined in response and obeyed him but could not control the way her body trembled.

His stare was intense, filled with adoration and lust. She clenched around him causing him to curse, his breaths coming out heavier as he tried to stave off his orgasm. He wanted her to cum again before he filled her to the brim. His thrusts were slow and deep, and she felt him everywhere.

"I want you to cum for me again. Keep your eyes on mine as you cum." His words were whispered like a prayer.

“I-I can’t.” Tears welled in the corner of her eyes as she moaned out, pleasure consuming her.

“Yes you can...You can take it.” He thrusted faster as he spoke and she let out a silent scream, struggling to obey his words. Soon enough, she moaned deeply and he watched with great pleasure as she came. "That's it, good girl, my sweet girl." He lauded her with praises as she came. "I'm gonna pound you now. Gonna fill you with my cum. You would like that wouldn't you sweet girl?" She let out a broken cry as he made good on his promise, she was still cumming as he increased his speed, still reaching deep inside of her. "Gonna ruin this pretty pussy. You’re mine, all mine." She moaned loudly in response.

"All yours! Yesssss." Her body shook as he fucked her.

He was growling as he tried to fend off his orgasm wanting to draw this out longer. His face contorted in a snarl, eyes alight as he felt her fluttering around him as she was close to the edge once more. Her eyes started to close again but he did not allow it.

"I told you to keep them on me while I fuck you." He held her chin in his hand. The weight of it wasn't harsh but it was firm enough for her to comply as she feared he would stop.

The sensations became too much as she felt his cock head nudge her sweet spot over and over. She came harder this time, squirting over his cock.

“Fuckkkkkk!” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned and she could not help the pathetic way his name fell from her lips as she felt him cum inside her, thick ropes of his cum burying into her cunt.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N F-Fuckkkkk!” he moaned loudly in her ear. They panted heavily and Y/N’s body felt light as it shook slightly. He planted kisses to her neck and trailed them upwards, pecking her cheek before moving to her lips. He was still inside her and gazed upon her lovingly as she whimpered with closed eyes. She was gone. Completely entranced after their passionate love making. Jeongguk smiled and nudged her nose with his until she opened her eyes and looked at him. She sighed when her eyes met his and couldn’t help the dopey smile she gave him.

“You ok?” he asked softly, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Hmmm” she said. he chuckled at her sleepy response, before pecking her once more and pulled out of her slowly. They sighed together and he watched the mess he had made pooled out of her as he pulled out slowly.

“Fuckk” he whispered. His cock twitched, threatening to harden again but he knew she couldn’t handle anymore right now. He placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed softly to rouse her as her eyes had fluttered closed once more. Cute.

“Hmmm” he chuckled at her response, too fucked out to say a word.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Ok?” She pouted at him but allowed him to lift her bridal style. She was half asleep in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom and Jeongguk felt his heart swell as she nuzzled into him.

The bass from the main stage traveled through the ground before it reached your ears. You felt it in your shoes, in your calves, in your chest. Someone backstage shouted countdowns. Someone else laughed nervously. You rolled your shoulders, stretching, grounding yourself.

From where you stood, half-hidden behind a curtain of cables and black drapes, you could see him.

Joe Keery stood under the open Chicago sky like he belonged there—sunlight catching in his hair, guitar strap slung low, eyes closed as he leaned into the mic. The crowd was massive, loud, alive. Thousands of people singing back his words.

You folded your arms loosely, watching.

“God,” your keyboardist muttered beside you. “He’s magnetic.”

You nodded without looking away.

“Yeah. He really is.”

You’d met famous people before. Worked with them. Shared sets, trailers, premieres. But watching someone perform—really perform—was different. This wasn’t an actor stepping into a role. This was Joe stripped bare, voice rough at the edges, music spilling out of him like confession.

When he finished, the applause came in waves. You exhaled slowly, heart beating faster than it should have.

“Five minutes,” someone called.

You turned away, heart thudding now for an entirely different reason.

Walking onto the stage at Lollapalooza always felt like stepping into a dream that could turn sharp if you weren’t careful. The lights were hot against your skin, the fabric of your outfit hugging your waist, your hips, your thighs.

You were mid-size. You always had been. Not Hollywood-thin, not plus-size, just… real. You’d learned to love your body in stages. Learned to stand inside it instead of apologizing for it.

You adjusted the mic.

“Hey,” you said, smiling at the crowd. “I’m really happy to be here.”

The cheer that came back was loud enough to make your throat tighten.

You sang. You felt. Your voice cracked in places you didn’t smooth over. During the bridge of your third song, you opened your eyes—and there he was, off to the side of the stage, watching.

Not casually. Not distracted.

Focused. Intent. Like you were the only thing happening.

Your stomach flipped.

After the final note faded and the crowd erupted, you bowed slightly, breathless, heart racing, sweat clinging to your neck.

Backstage smelled like warm metal and dust and adrenaline.

You barely had time to grab a towel before—

“Hey.”

You turned.

Joe stood there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders slightly hunched like he wasn’t entirely sure where to put himself.

“Hi,” you said.

God, he was closer than you expected. Softer around the eyes. His smile wasn’t polished—it was real, a little crooked.

“I hope this isn’t weird,” he said quickly, “but I just wanted to say—you were incredible.”

You laughed lightly, nerves buzzing.

“Thank you. That means a lot, especially coming from you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I was watching from the side. That third song? The bridge? I swear, I forgot where I was.”

“Yeah?” you asked, teasing gently.

“Yeah,” he said, serious now. “You have something. Presence. And your voice—”

He stopped himself, then met your eyes.

“And you’re really beautiful.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks—not embarrassment, not exactly. Something warmer.

“That’s… really kind of you,” you said.

He swallowed.

“I’d love to get to know you better. If you want. No pressure.”

You didn’t hesitate.

“I’d like that.”

When you exchanged phones, your fingers brushed. It was brief, accidental—but it lingered.

That night, still buzzing, you lay on your hotel bed staring at the ceiling when your phone lit up.

Joe: Hey, it’s Joe. I hope this isn’t too soon.

You smiled.

You: Not too soon. Hi.

Joe: Good. I keep replaying your set in my head.

You: I do that too after shows. It’s torture.

Joe: At least yours was flawless.

You snorted softly.

The conversations deepened fast. Voice notes sent at midnight. Song demos traded like secrets. You talked about acting—about how strange it felt to have people project versions of you based on characters you’d played. About Stranger Things, and how sometimes he missed being anonymous.

One night, you sent him screenshots.

You: This has been… overwhelming.

It was Twitter. Fans talking about your performance. About your body.

“Seeing a mid-size girl own that stage healed something in me.”

“She looks like me. And she’s powerful.”

“Representation matters more than people realize.”

There was a pause.

Then—

Joe: I’m really proud of you. And honestly? That confidence you have—it’s incredibly attractive.

You pressed the phone to your chest.

A Week Later the rain glazed the sidewalks of New York City, neon lights reflecting in puddles as you ducked into a small, dim restaurant tucked between a bookstore and a laundromat.

Joe was already there, standing awkwardly near the door like he didn’t know where to put his hands.

He smiled when he saw you.

“Wow.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Good wow or intimidating wow?”

“Very good wow,” he said. “You look amazing.”

Dinner unfolded slowly. Wine. Laughter. Honest pauses.

“I used to think I had to shrink myself,” you admitted quietly. “Physically. Emotionally. Like there was only room for one kind of woman.”

Joe leaned forward, elbows on the table.

“I hate that you ever felt that way.”

You smiled softly.

“But now? I don’t want to disappear anymore.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I really want to see you.”

The walk home was unhurried. Outside your building, he stopped.

“I don’t want tonight to end,” he said, voice low.

You met his gaze.

“Then don’t let it.”

When he kissed you, it was careful. Intentional. Like he was asking and answering at the same time.

And later—when your lives intertwined between rehearsals and rooftops and quiet mornings—you’d think back to that first moment backstage.

Two artists. Two voices.