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You should have seen it coming. It should not have caught you off guard like that, after all, who teaches this language with this much ease and what seems like almost natural and native knowledge? That should have been the first sign to strike your attention. He was not the first Latin professor in the language department at this university, but he was the best. But this department has a lot of languages, and Latin is part of the curriculum for some of the other languages. It was not weird to have a Latin professor. It was weird to have someone as hot as Namjoon teaching Latin. Hot, gods, you sound like a teenager again talking about boys and crushes. But yes, Kim Namjoon, one of the hottest teachers in the university – and it is a big one – teaches a dead language.

So when he asked you, the English teacher – not the only one in the department and you did not consider yourself to be one of the best-looking teachers there – out on a date, you said yes. It had been a while for you, issues with an ex left you being cautious about entering new relationships. It made you pay more attention to certain red flags, but there were none with Namjoon, at least not like those from before.

Kim Namjoon was considerate. Kim Namjoon was creative with his dates. Kim Namjoon was a romantic man, one that had you indeed feeling like a teenager dating for the first time, sneaking around the empty halls and classrooms, the butterflies in your stomach wild and making you giggle at the mere thought of him. Kim Namjoon paid attention to you and your problems. Kim Namjoon listened. And Kim Namjoon was great when it came to sex. Great actually did not really translate how incredible and mind-blowing sex with him was. He knew how to do things to your body like no one ever could before. He suggested some things – some kinky, oh, very kinky things indeed – to spice up the sex that you had only fantasized about but never had the courage to ask for, and he did not judge anything. It was almost as if his mission in bed was to give you utmost pleasure, even if it hurt sometimes – but it always hurt so good. Kim Namjoon was the perfect boyfriend. Maybe too perfect, so you think to yourself that you had ought to know better. No one could be this perfect. There had to be an explanation. And there was. You just never would have imagined that it would be this explanation.

The day had started just like any other, there was nothing special about it, at least to your knowledge. So why, oh, why did it have to be on this day? (Maybe you could ask them later.) You woke up to your alarm, as usual. You love your job, but you always found it difficult to get up this early in the mornings, so you always made sure to set more than one alarm. You got up, had breakfast – “breakfast” is a very general word, but you do eat a piece of toast while the coffee machine warms up. You had a shower, just a quick one to truly wake you up and get you going before getting dressed in your usual teaching outfit. Namjoon would be coming over later, so you would have time to shower again and get dressed up for date night after getting back from the university. You grab a travel mug on the way out, pouring the hot coffee in it, the smell invading your apartment just as you like it.

The classes go on without any issue; a slight problem with the projector in the beginning but nothing out of the ordinary and that would strike one’s attention, especially if one was used to dealing with the projectors in that older building the languages and literature department was stuck with. You crossed paths with Namjoon once the entire day, walking down the hallways of the old building; you were getting out of an English literature class, Joon going to teach his Latin II group. As your bodies got closer, both of you nodded in acknowledgment as if you were any other professor, but your hands discreetly touched in passing, just a small sign you had agreed on to let the other know everything is okay, have a good class, I love you, I will be waiting for you later. You knew he was going out on a field trip with an advanced class and he would have to leave during lunch, so you ate a sandwich in your office, watching some comedy series to relax and get energized for the rest of the day – of course, the hot and new cup of coffee helps -, every once in a while, pausing to chat with the other professor who chose to do something similar. The afternoon is not really that different from other Friday afternoons; no one usually comes during office hours, so no one came on this day. You spent your time alternating between counting the minutes on the ticking clock to be able to go home and get ready for the date and responding to some emails, starting the term report, and downloading some articles to read. You were alone in the office, so you have some music going to help distract you and try to make the time go by faster.

When you finally got home the first thing you did was hop on the shower again, but now taking some time for yourself, phone blasting your favorite songs as you washed the day away from your body, cleaning, shaving what you wanted, moisturizing with some shower oils Namjoon gave you and that you know he loved the scent of. You spent some time choosing your outfit for the evening, knowing it had to be good. You opted for a white lace and silk playsuit, the new lingerie that Namjoon had recently given you, and you knew it had to be expensive from the brand – expensive and fancy lingerie was a guilty pleasure you had that somehow Namjoon was able to indulge, and you had no complaints about it. It gave you an almost innocent look under the black dress, and you were curious to see Namjoon’s reaction. You did not do much for hair and makeup, choosing instead to keep it quite simple and natural – it was only going to be ruined later on anyways.

Soon you heard the bell ring and you looked at the small monitor near the door, letting him in. His hair was slicked back, giving him an edge that was not present in day-to-day life at university. He had his earrings on and paired up with his silver-rimmed glasses and that black blazer made him look unbelievably hot and so different from the pristine almost clumsy-like image of Professor Kim. He kissed you, murmuring a hi in the kiss, letting his hands roam over your dress. He paused and stepped back enough to look at you.

“Are you wearing the new gift?”

It only took a nod from you to have him pressing you against the wall, hitching your leg up and around his waist. His hands took advantage of the position and touched your skin, going up your thighs and bunching up your dress in the way, giving him access to feel the lace and silk on your body.

“Fuck,” he paused, almost breathless, “fuck the reservation, right? I need you now.”

You nodded in affirmation, almost as out of breath as him, “Fuck the reservation, fuck me instead.”

He didn’t need anything else to press you even harder against the wall, hoisting both of your legs; you wrapped them around his body, and he pushed his hips into yours, you could feel how hard he already was. You moaned into the kiss, his hardness was right against where you needed it the most, and when he started slightly moving his hips into yours, it made his length deliciously drag against your clit. The feeling was also enhanced by the lingerie; every time Namjoon canted his hips up, it made the lingerie move up together and tug on your skin, and it did not take long until it was snugged between your nether lips and you were certain you were staining the front of Namjoon’s pants with your wetness as he started nibbling on your earlobe, sucking and kissing your neck, the skin caught between his teeth to make sure it would leave bruises. And then he let you go, dropping your legs from around his body.

“Do you trust me?” He looked into your eyes, seeming unsure, which was unlike him. You could swear that his eyes got darker for a brief moment – and not in the way writers usually describe, with eyes darkening with pleasure or something akin to that. No, it seemed that they physically turned darker, almost black, but you thought you must be imagining things. It could not be humanly possible.

“I trust you, Joon.” You said without any hesitation, fingers entangling with his and taking him in the direction of your bedroom.

He started by taking off his glasses and carefully putting them on the wooden nightstand, taking a minute to take off his blazer and carefully drape it over the piece of furniture. He then turned to you and you felt nervous, his walk almost predatory towards you. He gripped your shoulders, taking the straps of your dress into his hands, and it felt like he was considering just ripping the piece out of your body and your breath faltered. So this was the mood today. But he must have thought better and let his hands caress the front of your body, squeezing your breasts, his fingers then gliding over your clothed nipples, feeling them harder under his touch. His hands moved down, grabbing the edge of your dress in his fists and then lifted it up and off your body, and then you were there, standing in front of him, the white lace and silk that covered your skin seemed almost virginal when contrasted with the current mood. You bit your lip, looking at Namjoon, gaging his reaction, and you saw his eyes widen, a smirk crossing his lips, his tongue unconsciously poking out to lick his top lip. There was a different look in his eyes, one that you did not recognize at all, and you were getting slightly more nervous now. What did he have in store for you this time? You tried to think back to conversations you had, discussing ideas in between cuddles and kisses on the bed, after one of the times you had some passionate lovemaking, his eyes glued to yours the entire time, his body encompassing yours, protecting you. Not every time was kinky, but there was no doubt tonight was going to be. You took a deep breath and stepped forward, your fingers going to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, slowly, your fingers shaking in anticipation.

“Remember when we were talking about maybe having another person in the bedroom with us?”

His question took you by surprise, your fingers stopping mid-action, and you looked at him. “Yes?”

“You are going to learn some things about me tonight, Y/n, but you don’t need to be scared.” He grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers and kissing them while looking into your eyes. “I promise everything will be okay, and I’ll answer all your questions later. Now I just want you to enjoy yourself.”

And ok, now you were worried, and he could see that in your face, so he brought you closer to his body, hugging you, and your arms tightened around his body.

“You don’t have to be scared, love. It can be scary, but have I ever hurt you?”

“Well…” you started, giggling at the double possibilities to answer his question.

“I’m talking about real harm, Y/n. And might I remind you, who asked to be spanked again?” He chuckled, shaking his head, the mood getting a little lighter. “I can’t promise it’s not going to frighten you at first but keep an open mind. You have your safeword, you can stop this at any time, no matter what.”

“Ok. I can’t promise I won’t fear whatever it is… because you are scaring me a little bit, Joon. But I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me like that.” You raised your head from where it was resting on his chest, looking into his eyes again, and this time you could not be mistaken. They were black. Like black black; you could not see any of the previous colors in his irises, even the sclera was taken over by the color, and it hit you. You took a quick step back, letting go of his body, shocked. Was… was this real?

“I’m still me,” his voice was soft and his hands raised by his sides in that universal sign of I’m not going to hurt you. “It’s always been me.”

“So you’re not… possessed?” you laughed in disbelief.

“No. It’s always been me,” he repeated, taking one step closer to you with one of his hands reaching out, and hesitantly you grabbed it. “Let me show you. I promise you will have a good time.”

Your body was still shaking with fear when you let yourself get closer to him, but his words were starting to reassure you, calm you. If he had always been like this and never harmed you, you would be okay, right? The fear and worry were slowly starting to give way to curiosity and some slight confusion when he started muttering some words under his breath. Now, you did not understand Latin – it was a dead language, come on –, but you were able to pick up that he was almost chanting in it, words like te invoco, spiritus, infernalis, and daemon being spoken with more intensity. He finished saying it and kissed you deeply, his arms encircling your body and pulling you to him, when you suddenly felt another presence behind you, a second body pressing against you, feeling a hard chest pressing you into Namjoon even more. You stopped the kiss, looking over your shoulder, and your eyes stumbled upon another black-eyed figure. This man, this demon, was shorter than Namjoon, but with the way the front of his body was glued to your back, you could feel he was just as muscular, maybe even more, from what you were feeling from his thighs. There were no words for his face. You thought Namjoon was handsome, but this man’s face was on a whole other level of beauty, with those rounded full lips that would give Namjoon’s a run for their money. If it were not for his black eyes you would dare say his face was angelic even, with his light-colored hair parted in the middle. But something about the smirk and raised eyebrows let you know that there was nothing angelic about him.

“Damn, Namjoon. You’ve been hiding her this entire time?” He almost growled, shifting his hips, and you felt the hardness in his pants. “If I’d known, I’d have come sooner.”

“And this is Jimin, Y/n,” he started, scoffing at his… friend? “Now close your eyes and let us take care of you.”

He did not wait for an answer from you, and at the same time his lips found yours, you felt Jimin’s lips on your neck and his hands on your waist, and you could only sigh, close your eyes, and give into these new sensations. The two pairs of hands were roaming your body; the contrast of their clothed bodies against yours, almost naked, was heightening the sensation of your powerlessness, and you had to press your thighs together in an attempt to bring some pressure to your center and relieve some of the aching. You could feel their smirks when you did it, and then Jimin’s hand traveled downwards and on the front of your body, his fingers sneaking under the lingerie to feel your wetness.

“Fuck,” his voice was almost strained, “she’s dripping, Namjoon.” His fingers went all over your mound spreading your wetness around, careful to not touch you for too long to tease you.

“Is this right, Y/n?” Namjoon asked against your lips, then tilted his head back to look at you, his hand joining Jimin’s. “I know you get wet for me, but if I had known you would be dripping like this, I would have brought Jimin much sooner.” He stated as his fingers toyed with the straps of your playsuit, slowly lowering them. “And you are wearing this, today of all days… all in white…”

Namjoon’s fingers teased your nipples lightly at first, just caressing them while Jimin slowly lowered the lingerie down your body, giving open-mouthed kisses to your back and lower and he went down on his knees behind you. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back and grabbing Namjoon’s biceps for balance when Jimin lifted your left feet first then the right, letting the playsuit fall to the ground off your body. You felt a pinch to your nipples, and you sighed, and shortly after you felt his tongue circling it, then his mouth sucking on it, tugging lightly with his teeth. You clenched your legs again, only for Jimin to spread them. You felt Jimin’s breath on your backside, and his hands made you arch your back so he could see you better from behind, but you felt nothing else but his warm breath very close to your center, his hands gripping your thighs from the inside to stop you from closing them. When Namjoon used the fatal combination of pinching down on a nipple harder and biting the other and sucking on it, Jimin chuckled.

“Do that again, Namjoon. She liked it, she just clenched down on nothing so hard.” His mouth was so close to you yet doing nothing, and to worsen the situation, he used his hands to help you spread your legs more. “Tilt your ass towards me, Y/n, I want to see you clench like that again.”

You did so without hesitation, arching your back more so he could see you better, and when Namjoon did it again, inverting touch and bite to the other nipple, you clenched again, needing their touch, needing something. And he combined pulling your nipple with his teeth with his other hand entangling in your hair and pulling it down hard, increasing your arch. You heard Jimin chuckle softly again and then his mouth was pressed to your inner thigh, licking upwards as he moaned, probably tasting the wetness that had started dripping. Namjoon was not being gentle anymore, using the amount of pressure and strength he knew you loved, much rougher than when you were making love, your nipples becoming more sensitive and abused under his ministrations. This moment, with his lips around your nipples, his teeth worrying them, while Jimin licked your thighs, was pure and unadulterated passion and desire. You let one of your hands fall to grab Jimin’s hair to try and direct him, but he let one of your thighs go to wrap his fingers around your wrist while he bit down on your thigh. You moaned in pain, but you loved it.

Your other hand moved from Namjoon’s biceps to the front of his shirt to undo the few buttons that were left, and he paused what he was doing to help you. When you went to unbutton his pants, you felt your arm being pinned to your back by the demon between your legs. You looked back and down, seeing Jimin licking his lips again while he got up. He pulled you against his body, murmuring that tonight was about you and not to worry about them. As he said these words, Namjoon’s long fingers undid his own pants, hooking them under his underwear to take them off at the same time. His erection slapped softly against his stomach, his cock long and thick, the bulbous head already a little wet with precum. He stepped out of his pants, his strong thighs flexing, and he came closer to kiss you again, letting you feel his hardness against your belly. He started to pull you towards the bed, turning your bodies so you could fall against the mattress with him on top, but he did not stay long. He got up, looking at Jimin, and raised his eyebrows.

“You look so innocent like this, wide-eyed looking at us about to devour you,” Jimin started, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, putting on a show for you.

The dark shirt Jimin was wearing opened to reveal toned muscles beneath, ones you had already felt against your back. His light purple hair was slightly messy from your attempt to grab it; his lips were turned up into a corner smile observing the way you were watching him. He let his hands caress down his body, feeling his own muscles, his luscious lips open now. One of his hands went to the button of his pants and the other grabbed his crotch, showing you the outline of his erection, and then he took the black garment off, and he was wearing no underwear. His hand went to his erection again, stroking himself up and down slowly, showing you his body and how proud he seemed of it. His cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him, the head a light pink color, and while he was thinner than Namjoon, he was just as long and curved upwards, and it made you wonder if he could hit that spot without much effort.

“We are going to destroy you, and you will take it all. You will be lying there on the bed, ruined, a sinner, and in the end, you will be begging for me to come back again and wreck you.” Jimin’s voice was deeper, his black eyes shining under the lights and the promise. And then he looked at Namjoon. “Have you done it yet?”

You looked confused for a moment, especially when Namjoon answered a no and Jimin chuckled. And then you understood. Jimin snapped his fingers and your arms were suddenly above your head, pressed on the pillow. You tried moving them but to no avail. Oh. Your chest went up and down quickly, your breath faster, but you smiled.

“Oh, this is new. Can you do it too, Joon?” You needed to know. Had he been hiding this from you this whole time? He licked his lips and snapped his fingers, and then your legs were up, an invisible force holding them up and wide open, spread apart for them. You bit your lip and clenched down on nothing, moaning softly, your head thrown back into the pillow. “This is fun.”

You smiled at them and saw them looking at each other smiling as well, but you could not even imagine what was going through their minds. Could they communicate like that? You had so many questions to ask Joon later, but before your mind could wander any further, your body was being dragged to the edge of the bed by Jimin, who was kneeling on the floor in front of it. You had never felt so exposed before and so without control, although you knew all you had to say was that one word and everything would end.

“She tastes delicious, Jimin. You’re going to love it.” Namjoon sat by you on the bed, looking down at the other man, and lowered his head to whisper in your ear, “you want to know another thing I’ve been hiding? We don’t get tired.”

Namjoon bit your earlobe at the same time that Jimin licked you where you needed the most, from bottom to top. You could only moan loudly and arch your back, your fingers closing into tight a fist and your thighs clenching, but you could not move them. You thought he would make you beg for it, considering all the teasing from before, but he wasted no time and started applying pressure to your clit with his soft tongue, short circular movements alternated with longer licks while his fingers kept your lower lips spread open for him. Unable to move, all you could do was take it, the pleasure intensified by your inability to move your legs; there was no escape from Jimin’s tongue on the underside of your clit, its hood up, leaving it exposed and so sensitive to his probing. While Jimin was doing this, Namjoon began playing with your nipples again. They were already hard and a little red from before, more sensitive, so when he started pinching them again the pain seemed to go straight down to your clit, enhancing your pleasure, and he seemed to know this. He became relentless in teasing them, pinching harder, lowering his body beside you to bite at them, tugging on your nipples and pulling them, letting his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin. Jimin’s tongue was also relentless on your clit, and the first time he felt you getting close to your orgasm, he stopped and looked at you.

“Please, please…” you sobbed and moaned; the desperation clear in your voice as Namjoon did not stop.

“Should we see if she can cum only by teasing her nipples?” Jimin’s voice was playful.

“No, please, please, no, please,” you begged.

“Oh, Namjoon, she begs so beautifully. But is it a no or is it a please, do it?” His tongue was between his teeth, his smile wider now, the look on his face pure teasing. You shook your head negatively, a sob caught in your throat, but he continued, “You’re clenching again, Y/n. I think you can do this. But maybe another day,” you let out a sigh in relief, “another day, when we will tease you for hours, edge you until even our breath will make you cum, how about that?”

Jimin wasted no more time and got back to licking you, making out with your pussy, encompassing it entirely with his mouth, and the moment his lips closed around your clit to suck it, you lost it. It took you by surprise; the sensation usually begins with a slight tingle on your belly, and then it spreads to your fingers, but this time your whole body clenched as pleasure overtook you, his tongue continuing to press on your clit while he sucked to prolong your orgasm. You did not know what sounds came out of your mouth, as your ears seemed to be ringing, numb to sounds. You could barely murmur out a weak stop, but he ignored it – which also relieved you, you did not really want to stop–, choosing to insert a finger and then two into you, moving them in and out at first and then pressing them upwards, looking for the spot inside you that made you see stars. You were about to say you were too sensitive for him to continue when he found it, and as you moaned loudly you heard Namjoon say something to him, but you couldn’t understand what it was, but Jimin’s response was to increase the pressure of his fingers and let your clit go. You were confused for a second but you soon understood when you felt one of Namjoon’s hands moving down, his fingers then making quick movements on your clit, knowing it was what you needed to get you there fast again. This time you felt the sensation growing, a tingling on the tips of your fingers, your toes, as it grew and permeated your entire body again. You thought they would relent, and then you remembered what Namjoon had said. They did not get tired.

You lost count after the fifth orgasm, or so you thought it was the fifth; your voice was hoarse from moaning and your clit was so sensitive from all of the overstimulation, and they did not seem like they wanted to stop anytime soon. You could feel the tears that had escaped your eyes wetting your cheeks, and every once in a while, one of them would lick them away while the other continued his assault on your clit, the pleasure relentlessly taking over you again and again. You did not know anymore when one orgasm ended and the other began, the tingling sensation a constant on your entire body. And then, finally, they snapped their fingers again, releasing your body from the invisible restraints.

You could barely move, but they helped shift and turn your body until you were on your hands and knees, Namjoon’s body behind you. You heard the sound of a small foil packet being opened, and then he was pressing inside you, his cock stretching you even though they had used their fingers before. It was always a stretch, Namjoon going in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size before starting to thrust his hips into you. On his first thrust forward, you opened your mouth on a moan and Jimin took advantage of the opportunity to press his cock into your lips, holding your hair with one of his hands while the other was at the base of his cock, holding and moving it to go over your lips. You licked around his engorged head and then opened your mouth wider, taking him inside and sucking. You could barely keep your body upright, so soon your hands faltered, and you fell to your elbows, the dip in your spine changing the angle slightly and it had Namjoon pressing into that one spot that had you almost screaming. Jimin lowered his body, sitting down with his legs open to fit you between them, inclining his body backward, bending his elbows to have a good view of you, and it made it easier for you to suck him. His view was nice, your body bent forward, your ass being held by Namjoon’s hands while he pounded into you, but your view was not bad at all.

Jimin’s muscly thighs flexed each time he pressed his hips up, fucking into your mouth, his abs clenching, and his face… his face, dark black eyes half-closed, mouth open in a sly smile, licking his full lips still wet with your taste. You maintained eye contact while you sucked him, bobbing your head up and down, sucking hard when his head was about to leave your mouth, and when you went down, you let your tongue lick the underside. It was sloppy, saliva leaving your mouth, making him wetter and easier for your hand to help whatever did not fit your mouth. You were moaning around him, figuring he would like it as much as Namjoon did, and you were rewarded with high pitched moans from Jimin, his head now thrown back. On a hard suck downwards you felt his thighs clench and his release spill on your mouth at the same time Namjoon played with your clit, and you screamed and soon saw nothing else.

You did not know how long you were out, but when you came to your senses again you were lying on your front, covered by your blanket, and Jimin was nowhere in sight. You heard footsteps entering the room just when you raised your head and saw Namjoon with a cold bottle of water and pants on. He smiled tentatively at you, sitting by your side on the bed. He helped you sit, propped up against him, and you took the bottle from his hands, feeling thirsty.

“Hey,” his voice was almost shy, so different from before and from the usual Namjoon. Well, the Namjoon you thought you knew. “Are you ok?”

You nodded, smiling softly at him between sips. You looked around and then looked at him, the question clear in your eyes.

“Hm, Jimin’s gone now. He helped clean you up and left, we… we did not know if you wanted him here for the after. Or if at all. Or… if you still wanted me.”

It was strange, seeing this difference in him. Namjoon was so confident, especially in the bedroom, and after finding out the truth about him, you could not imagine he would ever be this timid.

“I still want you, Joon,” you could barely speak, but you wanted to reassure him, hugging him tightly. He needed you at this moment as much as you needed him. “I just have some questions, but I still love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n. And I’ll answer whatever you want.” He was eager to respond, his relief apparent in his voice.

“Hobi!!” you said as you opened the door to your apartment. You had to leave for  an emergency meeting at the office but unfortunately you couldn’t find a dog sitter for your precious puppy so your friend Hoseok had agreed to look after your dog, Odin, for the day. He was standing in the doorway, looking like a runway model with his red hair combed back carefully to show his glorious forehead. He was wearing a grey sweater with washed blue jeans. The sweater had an actual stuffed bear attached to it, it was adorable, you almost reached out to pet the cute plushie. Maybe not the best choice to be a pet sitter, but it was completely and unashamedly Hoseok.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a cute smile and stepped inside to remove his sneakers. 

“Okay, so here’s Odin’s schedule, all you have to do is feed him and play with him a bit, he’s still young so he has a lot of energy,” you instructed as you handed Hoseok a piece of paper. You had written down your dog’s meal times and what he liked to eat to make it easier for Hobi. “You don’t really have to take him for a walk since I’ll be back in a few hours.” 

Hoseok nodded at you, taking the paper from your hands. “Y/N, don’t worry, I got this! I love dogs!,” he said cheerfully as he made his way to your living room. You failed to notice how he cautiously looked around the room before entering, or how he avoided sitting on the sofa that Odin was perched on, looking at Hoseok like he was a whole meal. 

“Thank you so much Hobi, I don't know what I’d have done without you!” you quickly pecked his cheeks and left the apartment, missing how his whole face turned red, like a cute tomato. 

When your boss said the words “emergency meeting” you thought something had gone wrong, turns out he just wanted to go over the project details, again. You had already heard all the arguments and details so you just sat back in your chair and toyed with your phone, bored out of your mind. Your thoughts far away on your favorite boy, Odin, the cutest Shih Tzu you’d ever seen. 

You discreetly moved your phone under the table as your boss rambled on and turned on the application that was linked to your nanny-cam. You had bought one out of concern, since you always left Odin with a dog sitter.

Your jaw almost dropped as soon as you saw what was happening in your living room. Hoseok was standing on the sofa, his blue shark socks in stark contrast to the brown leather, he was holding a chicken breast in his hand. Odin was trying to jump up on the sofa but his tiny legs barely reached the top of the seat, he was yapping at Hoseok, tail wagging at the speed of light. Hoseok bent down on his knees and brought the chicken closer to Odin but instead of going for the chicken, the little Shih Tzu mustered all his strength, leaped high into the air in a graceful display and effectively tore off the left leg of the stuffed bear that adorned Hoseok’s grey sweater. 

You almost jumped in your seat guiltily and quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed it, but apparently you had been discreet enough. You could see Hoseok was as shocked as you were; he was frozen in place, his eyes and mouth wide open staring at Odin, who was happily running around with the bear’s leg on his mouth, unfazed and unaware of the rip on the human’s sweater with stuffing coming out of it. You had no idea what to do now. Would Hobi be angry with you?

You looked at the clock and even the seconds seemed to slow, the meeting dragging over and seemingly never-ending, until it finally did. You stopped looking at the feed when you saw what happened, a little apprehensive on how Hoseok would react when you talked to him in person, but there was no more stalling. the meeting was finally over and you needed to get home to deal with the situation. You were dreading going home to the chaos and Hobi’s expensive sweater ruined, so you stopped by the bakery to get his favorite treats to try and appease the situation.

You almost considered taking the stairs going up your apartment, but that would be too much of stalling and you didn’t really want to walk up several flights while carrying a big jar of Nutella. You stopped at your front door, pausing and carefully and quietly pressing your ear against the door, trying to listen to what was happening inside.  You heard a loud sneeze with some sniffling noises and a soft, “Odin, no!” You take a deep breath and press the password to enter, gathering the courage, and you step into the place. 

You were certainly not anticipating the scene you found. Hoseok is a tall man, so to see him like that was unexpected, to say the least. You found him perched on the sofa’s armrest, crouching, a panicked expression that was visible not only in his face but his whole body, and Odin was just sitting there, innocently looking at him with his head tilted to the left, that ripped leg still in his mouth. If you didn’t know your dog was a very good boy, by the way Hobi was looking at him, scared like that, it would’ve seemed like Odin was evil incarnate.

You could not believe your own eyes. There was a turned glass on the coffee table, water spilled all over it, the books you usually kept on it ruined for now; there were little pieces of fluff scattered on the floor that you were certain they were from Hobi’s sweater;  Odin’s food bowl was turned over and there was kibble all around it. Had World War III happened at your place and no one let you know?

You gasped when you saw the true state of your friend’s sweater, the second leg of the bear was gone too, stuffing dripping everywhere. It was a massacre. As soon as they heard you, Odin dropped the bear’s leg and ran to you, putting his paws on your legs and stretching his back, tail wagging happily, telling you what a good job he did, while Hoseok stared at you with a look of guilt mixed with shock that you were back earlier than you said you would be. You leaned down to pet Odin’s head, but you maintained Hobi’s gaze and raised your eyebrows.

“What… What happened?” your voice could not hide your state of shock at the scene.

“Oh, its uh….” Hoseok trailed off looking around the room, trying to form an explanation in his head. “Y/N, I have to be honest with you, I think your dog is possessed…” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper. His eyes trained on Odin who was comfortably sitting on the floor, between your legs. 

You looked down at the small Shih Tzu, the puppy looked like an angel, innocent eyes stared back at you with love. You tried to keep it in, but you burst out laughing at the ridiculous thought. You saw Hoseok grinning, he was still sitting on the armrest with half a bear hanging off of him. 

 “By the way Hobi, I’m so sorry that he did that to your sweater...” you start feeling a little guilty, that sweater was really cute and now it was ruined. But deep down you thought it wasn’t entirely the dog’s fault, after all, there was a cute bear dangling off Hoseok the entire time, of course it would strike a dog’s attention. “It must be pretty expensive, and I don’t know if I can afford to buy you a new one or even if it’s mendable at this point…” you rambled, nervously clenching your hands.

Hoseok looked at you with amusement in his eyes, clearly not mad about what your dog had done to him and his clothes.

Choking on your coffee from the sudden attention, you sat up straight and put your cup down. Looking between the two sitting in front of you with wide eyes. They stared at you, eyes wide with anticipation at who you’re gonna side with.

“W-what?” you stuttered out. “You haven’t been listening to us have you?” Namjoon asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. You gave him a sheepish smile, rubbing your neck as you said, “Would you be terribly mad if I said no…?” 

Being the impatient brat he is, Jimin whined, before Namjoon could give you a reply. Wiggling in his seat to grab both your attentions, he started, “Yah pay attention to me too~ Stop looking at each other with those lovey dovey eyes when I’m here too.” Jimin huffed, pouting and crossing his arms.

You laughed as Namjoon grabed Jimin’s face and peppered it with kisses all over, Jimin giggling happily. “Yeah Namjoon~ Give our baby all your attention, why are you talking to me hmm?” You teased, causing Jimin to sit up straight and grabbing your hands. 

“Hey! You’re the baby here! I don’t need all the attention, you deserve it. I was just being a brat, don’t be sad” Jimin rambled, eyes wide with panic at the thought that you might misunderstand his actions. You laughed and freed one of your hands from his hold - much to his protest - and ruffled his hair in endearment. “I’m not sad Jimin-ah, I know you’re a brat.” You said with a wink, not being able to keep the teasing smirk off of your lips.

“You’d think Jimin is an innocent little human with how he acts.” Namjoon stated, watching your interaction. Jimin let go of your hand and leaned towards Namjoon, lips almost brushing against each other, “But you know better don’t you Joonie?~” Jimin spoke in a low voice, almost taunting. You could see Namjoon’s eyes darting back and forth between Jimin’s eyes and lips, contemplating if he should lean forward. 

Making up his mind, Namjoon was about to kiss Jimin when the latter moved away, lips tugging up in an innocent smile. “So, about the crabs, what do you think, Y/N?” Jimin spoke, acting as if nothing was wrong.

You glanced at Namjoon to see his face flushed red as he stared at Jimin and you took a sip of your coffee to hide your ever growing smile. “I don’t know Chimmie, you’re the demon here, you’d know what real spawns of satan would be like. So with that in mind, are crabs really it?” You countered, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. 

Jimin rolled his eyes as he leaned into Namjoon, hands going up to circle around the latters neck. “Waaah, what kind of an answer is that?!” Jimin whined. 

“Pretty sure that’s her way of saying she’s on my side babe.” Namjoon chuckled, looking down at the male practically laying on him. 

While those two went back to bickering about crabs you couldn’t help but think back to your first encounter with Jimin.

You had been dating Namjoon for about two years now and it was going great, amazing even. The way he treated you made you feel like a queen and the sex was amazing. But recently, you two had been discussing about spicing things up in the bedroom. You two had thought maybe introducing toys would suffice but even then something felt missing. 

One day during work, you got a text from Namjoon saying he found something that he’d like to try. You had agreed, thinking it was some sort of a toy, or maybe he wanted to explore a new kink. What you hadn’t thought was that your boyfriend would try to summon a demon, as one does apparently. 

So you could imagine the shock you felt when you stepped inside your shared apartment that night to see Namjoon setting up candles around your living room.

“What… are you doing?” You asked cautiously, eyeing the materials on the ground, some candles and a bowl on top of what seemed to be… was that a pentagram? Your eyes widened as you looked back up at Namjoon, question right on the tip of your tongue when Namjoon said, “I was thinking we could try summoning a demon?”

“You… want to summon a demon to spice up our sex life?”

“Yes.”

“...So you want to have a threesome with a demon?”

“...Yes.”

“Riiiight,” you started, looking at your boyfriend, concerned for his mental state now, “You do realise that’s not real right? Even if it were, you'd have to sell your soul or something to the demon?”

“...Yesss…?” Namjoon replied, now looking a little unsure, “But! Never hurts to try right? We could just give it our first born or something and not our soul.”

A whole minute passed as you stared at Namjoon in silence, trying to figure if he was being serious right now. “Namjoon, I love you, but what the fuck are you on about?!”

“What? What’s wrong with giving away our first born? It’s not like we want kids anyway.” Namjoon replied, his voice dying out at the end when he saw the look you were giving him.

You two stared at each other for a moment yet again, trying to decipher what was going on in the other’s mind. 

You were the first to break eye contact as you raised your hand in surrender and moved to go change in your bedroom, calling over your shoulder at Namjoon, “Do whatever you want but I’m not helping.”

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Turns out you were helping cause now you sat on the ground with Namjoon, glaring at him while he was smiling at you cheekily. Lights off and candles lit, illuminating the room around you.

“I’m not giving away my first born Kim.”

“But-”

“Kim Namjoon.”

“...Fine.” 

With that you saw your boyfriend sit up straight and start the ritual. He grabbed your hand and closed his eyes - telling you to close yours too - and started chanting.

“...ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me!” exclaimed Namjoon at the end. You cracked one eye open, breath you didn’t realise you were holding and opened your eyes properly.

Leaning back with your hands supporting you while sitting, you looked at Namjoon who had opened his eyes too, examining the area. “Told you demons aren’t real.” 

You could see Namjoon deflate in disappointment, his lips jutting out in a small pout and you stood up, grabbing his hand to pull him up as you did so. You cupped his face and gave him a small kiss, smiling. “How about we clean up here and then we try something else? I heard edging is pretty fun and I’ll let you choke me tonight.” You offered, trying to make your boyfriend feel better.

Before he could reply, however, a foreign voice spoke up from behind you, “Ooo sounds fun, can I join?” You screamed and jumped into Namjoon, whipping around to see who just said that. 

There sat a man on your couch, silver hair shining under the lights that had suddenly turned on in the room, plump pink lips curved into a sinful smirk. Looking closer, you realised his eyes were pitch black, and he had a purple suit on, a matching shirt underneath. The aura around him mysterious yet tempting.

“Who are you?!” You exclaimed, this can’t be real, he can’t be real. Creatures like demons don’t exist! 

“I’m a demon, you can call me whatever you want, some call me Jimin if you’d like.” The demon, Jimin, replied, hungry eyes trailing down your body.

You stepped away from Namjoon, still holding on to his hand before asking Jimin, “Why are you here?”

“You’re the one who summoned me darling, don’t tell me you forgot already? I know I’m good looking but we haven’t even started~” 

Your eye twitched. He was a cocky one, you’d give him that. 

Jimin stood up gracefully from the couch, moving to take his suit off - it shouldn’t have been as arousing to look at as it was to you - and looked you in your eyes, “So what can I do for you princess? Why was I summoned?’ 

Namjoon spoke up this time, moving towards Jimin, “I summoned you, you’re an incubus I presume?” You were shocked at how steady his voice was, but then again he had it all planned, you thought to yourself. 

“Why yes~ Glad to see you did your research.” Jimin answered cheerfully, it was almost hard to believe he was a creature from hell. Almost. For his eyes had a darkness that would make even the toughest man cower. 

“We want to try something new. Would you like to join us for a threesome?” Namjoon asked, voice never wavering, as if he was discussing about the weather and not inviting a damn demon for a casual fuck.

You gaped at Namjoon and it seemed that Jimin was caught off guard too at Namjoon’s boldness. Jimin cleared his throat and smirked at him, eyes twinkling with amusement, “You’re an interesting little angel Kim Namjoon.”

Your eyes widened even more at that - how was that even possible without your eyes popping out? You didn’t know - as Namjoon stiffened. “What are you talking about.” asked Namjoon but it sounded more like a statement with underlying warnings for something you couldn’t figure out.

Jimin gave Namjoon a once over before he smiled, almost tantalizingly. He cocked his head towards you, eyes never leaving Namjoon before saying, “She doesn’t know, does she?~”

You looked at Namjoon in question, what were they talking about? But Namjoon refused to meet your eyes. “Will you join us or not Jimin?” Namjoon demanded in a low voice, almost growling. 

Jimin’s eye crinkled into crescents as his smile grew mischievously , “Of course, that’s why I’m here, am I not?~”

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You moaned out loud as Namjoon pushed his cock into you again, the bruising pace making you lose your mind. “J-joonie too much.” You garbled, body overstimulated and pussy aching from both his and Jimin’s previous ministrations.  

They had taken turns fucking you multiple times, making you cum every time. Your body shook in overstimulation and your mind turned foggy. You felt Jimin move behind, his cock sliding into your asshole in one smooth thrust. You moaned again, whimpering at the feeling of being so full.

“You like that baby? You having both of us deep inside you? I can feel Joonie’s dick in you.” Jimin whispered in your ear, hand moving down to play with your throbbing clit.

Whimpering louder, you rested your head against Jimin’s neck, turning to kiss and suck on his neck that would surely leave marks. “Yeah baby, mark me up, let everyone know who I’m with” Jimin hissed.

Your vision blurred, head drowning in euphoria as you came yet again, adding even more slick to the puddle beneath you. You felt like you could pass out right then and there, body exhausted but a particularly hard thrust from Namjoon had you writhing and moaning all over again. 

‘I’m gonna cum babe. Gonna fill you up nice,” Namjoon groaned, gripping your hips and thrusting into you at a faster pace. Jimin moaned and picked his pace up too, both the men now fucking into you in a frantic manner, chasing their high.

You felt Namjoon shudder as his dick throbbed in you before strings of cum shot into you, painting your walls white. Namjoon slowly pulled out, hissing at the sensation as you whimpered, suddenly feeling empty yet so full at the same time. 

Jimmin picked you up once Namjoon moved away and had you kneel, face pushed into the mattress, your ass sticking out. He thrusted harder and faster, one hand moving to choke you lightly. 

You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten again, body filling with the familiar fire that had you feeling like you were about to combust any second.

Jimin thrusted in one last time, pushing as deep as he possibly could before he too came with a loud groan, fingers twitching around your neck, choking you a little tighter.

Jimin cumming inside you and the feeling him choking you had you hurtling down the edge as you came one more time, body feeling as if it was on fire as you gushed out. 

“Fuck baby you squirted all over the place.”  Namjoon groaned, fingers moving to scoop out the leaking cum and shoving it back in again.

Even through your hazy, exhausted mind you felt someone wipe away and clean you as you laid there, barely being able to keep your eyes open. Namjoon settled down beside you, pulling you to his chest. 

You moved your hand back, looking for Jimin, frowning when you didn’t feel him there. You whined as you turned to look for Jimin, only to find him getting ready to leave. 

“Yah Jimin! Stay the night. I want cuddles, don’t even try to run away.” You rambled on, delirious from exhaustion.

Jimin chuckled and looked at Namjoon, an unspoken question in his eyes. Namjoon shrugged and beckoned him forward, wordlessly allowing him to join Namjoon and you on the bed. Jimin smiled and took off his suit, moving to situate himself behind you and moving closer, putting his hands over you and Namjoon, legs tangled together. You sighed happily, cuddling into the two men who stared at you with adoration and endearment in their eyes. 

Before you could fully succumb to sleep however, you heard Jimin say, “What a cute human you have there, hyung.” to which Namjoon replied, “I know.” You made a mental note to ask them how they know each other from before but for now, you finally let sleep take you in its sweet embrace.

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You were brought out of your thoughts to Jimin shaking your shoulder lightly, calling your name. “Y/N! Y/N! Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

You pushed his hand off and gave him a sheepish smile, “What’s wrong Chim?” Namjoon sat forward on his seat, concern clear on his face as he said, “You okay babe? You kinda zoned out on us right then.” 

“Yeah what were you thinking about to be so lost in that little head of yours?” Jimin asked, eyes twinkling with innocence that shouldn’t be fair for a demon to have. Your face flushed, mouth opening and closing, trying to get words out but failing every time. “Spit it out darling, we won’t bite~” Jimin urged, pausing for a second before continuing with a smirk, “Unless you want us too of course.”

You smacked Jimin on his head - much to Jimin’s protest for ruining his hair - and huffed, slumping in your seat and pouting. “I was thinking about the first time we met…”

Jimin visibly brightened up at the mention of that day and Namjoon softly smiled, eyes softening. “What a day, huh? Who knew we’d end up here, together after that?” Namjoon asked, reminiscing about the memories fondly. 

“Yeah and who knew you people planned on giving me your firstborn child.” Jimin started with a giggle, not even trying to hide the teasing undertone in his statement, “Can’t believe Namjoon hyung actually convinced you either, he should know that’s not how I work.”

You couldn’t help but glare at Namjoon at that, still a little resentful about getting tricked by Namjoon. Namjoon cooed at you, softly grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss. Your cheeks heated up at his actions and Namjoon smiled, dimples now prominent on his cheeks. 

“Stop being so cute, I’m trying to be mad at you.” You grumbled, looking to the side to try and hide the blush on your face. Namjoon chuckled, slowly turning your face towards him and pulling you in for a kiss, leaning over the table slightly. Always being weak for your precious boys, you didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, smiling into the kiss and humming your approval. 

You were about to lean into the kiss more when the waitress came back with your food. You jumped back and away from Namjoon, face flushing even brighter. You could hear the two in front of you laughing while you spared a glance at the waitress, only to see her smiling at you too. 

“Young love, you two remind me of when I was younger, ah the memories.” The elderly lady chuckled before looking towards the two boys and pointing at them, “You two better take care of her! She’s delightful, don’t you dare mess it up!” 

Jimin whined, pouting dramatically, “Waah ajumma~ You’ve known us for so long and you still think we’d do anything to ever lose Y/N-ie here?~ I’m hurt.”

Namjoon shook his head at Jimin’s antic before smiling brightly and saying, “Don’t worry ma’am, we don’t plan to mess it up.”

The waitress laughed along with Namjoon, smiling happily and placed the plates of food down. “Good boys.” She praised before she gave you another smile and walked away.

You sat up straight, taking your food without a word, hoping against all hopes that the two don't tease you again. Realistically speaking, you should’ve realised that wishing something such as that is the same as wishing for a miracle, but then again you are dating two mythical creatures. 

Sadly though, life seemed to hate you because you couldn't eat a single bite of your food before Jimin started teasing you about being this shy and getting flustered so easily. You looked at Namjoon, eyes begging for help but he simply chuckled and dug into his own food, clearly enjoying what was going on. You growled in annoyance at him but your face paled right away, eyes snapping towards Jimin.

“Damn babe, why don’t you growl like that in bed too~ You know I’d let you be on top any day.” Jimin spoke up, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively but all that went in your head was the one time your best friend had joked about pubic hairs having the capability of wiggling and you snorted at the thought. If you had food in your mouth, you were sure you’d be choking right then. 

Jimin raised an eyebrow at your reaction, mouth falling open slightly, “Did you just snort at me? How dare you!” He accused, wiping away imaginary tears dramatically. 

You laughed, hands rising to pat Jimin, “I was just thinking about something Johella told me the last time we spoke to each other.” 

This time, Jimin snorted, “I still don’t get what kind of a name is Johella, like what were their parents thinking back then?”

“I heard their dad wanted to name them Ella but their mom already chose Johnny cause she thought they were going to have a son.” Namjoon spoke up. 

“Dude.. how do you even know that?” You asked, a little concerned as to how he knows this when you have barely ever seen those two interact. “Oh, remember that day when they came over and you were in the shower? We chatted for a bit and they told me.” answered Namjoon, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly.

“Anyway! What did they tell you sweetheart?” Jimin spoke up, bringing the attention back to you again. You laughed, thinking back to it before starting, “We were just talking about random things and some things led to others and we ended up discussing about sentient foreskin which returned to its original penis but when they bonded back, the foreskin could still talk.” You saw Jimin open his mouth to say something and you raised your hand to motion him to stay quiet and you continued, “So basically while talking about that, Johella said, as I quote, ‘"Nice to meet ya,” the foreskin grins and wiggles his pubic eyebrows.’ and it has been a kind of inside joke for us since then.”

By the time you finished your story, both Namjoon and Jimin were looking at you with wide eyes and eyebrows raised up to their forehead, mild horror clear on their faces. 

“I.. have so many questions but I’m afraid to ask,” Namjoon mumbled, still staring at you. “Well, I’m not. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE DISCUSSING, Y/N?” Jimin exclaimed from beside him.

You laughed even harder at their reaction, stomach in pain and barely able to breath at that point, “Y-you’re the ones who asked!”

“Well I didn’t realise you were such a weirdo!” Jimin replied, “Okay, that’s a lie, you’re my weirdo but why would you ever bring something that up during an anniversary dinner?! This is not what I wanted to talk about during our one year celebration.” Jimin continued, voice rising in pitch, whining a little by the end of his rant.

You laughed even harder, almost falling off of your seat, tears rolling down your cheeks. Jimin turned towards Namjoon and wiggled his eyebrow at him, “Does this bother you as much as it bothers me now?”

“Yes. Stop.” Namjoon replied, moving away from Jimin. Jimin smirked and started flailing his arms around, making sure to not accidentally hit something and wiggling his eyebrows even more, “Good. Suffer with me babe.”

You sat there, tears rolling down your face, cheeks hurting from smiling so hard and stomach in pain from all laughter and you watched the loves of your life mess around. Happiness swelled in your heart and your eyes watered a little more, this time from the sheer adoration you felt towards your two boys and you smiled even more. You realised how truly happy you were, heart thumping loud in your chest as your gaze never left the boys. Namjoon made eye contact with you in the midst of messing around with Jimin and gave you his brilliant smile that could light up a whole room, making your heart beat faster. 

It was a simple class to help you start familiarizing yourself with tardigrades before you did experiments on them later. You were simply tasked with drawing them and documenting the development of their eggs, but you didn’t think even such a thing could turn into a full-on war between Jungkook and you.

“So, if you look closely, some of you might have pregnant tardigrades under their microscope. The person who spots them and manages to document everything correctly, will get some chocolate from me the next time,” your teacher encouraged you, always the nicest sweetheart of your college.

Curse Jungkook’s superior art skills because even though both of you had pregnant tardigrades, it was like comparing a toddler’s hard work to something that belonged in MOMA.

“Teacher…” Jungkook shot you a knowing look after interrupting more of the teacher’s praise of his diagram.

“Yes, Mister Jungkook?”

“Well, you see… I know you expressed a want to hang up the diagram… but I honestly don’t feel like it’s the best I can do. Especially since Y/N knocked my elbow a few times and even scribbled something on my paper. I mean, I tried to make the scribbles look like part of the diagram… but I know I could do better. Could I try to redo it for extra credit?”

“Miss Y/L/N. Did you really try to ruin his work?” 

You floundered some and glared at the lying Jungkook, “N-no! I mean I did bump into him, but when our chairs are so close together, it is bound to happen! It wasn’t to try to sabotage him.” 

The teacher’s eyes narrowed before she nodded at Jungkook and continued on with the lesson, her better nature taking what you said as truth… as it was! That “bumping” was simple brushing him… that you might have intended, but still! Not maliciously! When the teacher’s back was turned to you and Jungkook, you sent him a glare, to which he smirked back before focusing on the teacher again who was pointing out more details about the tardigrades that needed to be added to diagram labels. 

And although the lesson was still not over - technically - she spoke up as soon as you and Jungkook handed in your work. “Perfect! As promised, Mister Jeon and Miss Y/L/N may leave earlier - you worked hard today again!” your professor announced, clapping her hands and spurring on the rest of the class to do the same - you could clearly see how annoyed and unmotivated your classmates were, and it made you chuckle.

Grinning back at Jungkook, you put the strap of your bag around your shoulder, knowing that he’d follow you very soon. He always did. The corridor was empty, the classes still going on as you heard his faint footsteps behind you. You rolled your eyes - no matter how many times you beat him in class (even if today, you only beat him by answering more stuff correctly), he’d always stay right next to you.

You walked in silence for quite some while until you stepped out into the pleasantly warming sun, the fresh wind grazing your skin and playing with your hair softly. There was a park you’d always go to, one that belonged to the campus, but mostly stood empty despite the large number of students at your school. Most of the students spent their days flitting between classes and fulfilling last minute assignments and they barely had time to look or go to the park that was ever so slightly out of the way from the other, less cool, outdoor spaces your college offered. 

Considering the fact that beautiful flowers and plants bloomed on the grounds of the small park, you felt like the students who never cared to visit were stupid and oblivious to the park’s amazingness. It was a perfect place to study, relax or spend time with friends, and now that you were released from your last class of the day, you didn’t yet feel the urge to go back to your dorm room yet. You approached a bench, your bench, directly next to the swing set.

As you almost reached it, still aware of how close your rival was, Jungkook suddenly grabbed your wrist to pull you close to him, his face just inches away. Trapping you in his arms, his eyes wandered to your lips.

“Aren’t you tired of following me around all the time?” you asked with a bratty smile, throwing back your hair as you awaited his answer.

“How could I ever?” And without a warning, he pressed his lips against yours before you could even give him your devilish smirk that he loved so much.

That was bound to happen, you knew it, and you relished in the intense feeling his careful touch gave you. He kissed you gently and with so much unsaid emotion that you tried to match, enjoying the soft touches of his hands against your body and the feel of his firm body under your hands. All of this, you both and your secret relationship, had started not long ago. Always the bantering couple that the school loved so much and you had long been selected as the ultimate OTP - something that meant one true pairing nowadays, many students asking if the class rivalry had ever become more.

As he kissed you, mouth moving against yours tenderly, softly, affectionately, the excitement in your body increased, wanting nothing more than to stay here in the empty park with him forever, pressed against his chest. In his arms with your lips locked together, nothing else seemed to matter. Not his insane art skills or who outperformed the other in class or grades. It was just the tender kisses and touches of him.

When he let go, stroking your cheek with his fingertips gently, he smiled endearingly. “Seeing you all riled up and motivated to beat me is so hot.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you pushed him away slightly, but his hands on your waist stayed stubbornly, firmly holding you in his grip as he laughed at your expression. “Good that you think that. I just can’t believe how much fun you have annoying the hell out of me in front of our teachers.”

“You’re the cutest when riled up,” Jungkook said with a smirk.

“And I can’t believe you said that I scribbled on your diagram today! We are stooping to lies now?”

Jungkook laughed lightly, one of his hands traveling down your arm to hold your hand. “Well… You got all pink when I brought up the bumps. I enjoyed watching you flush. You’re just so cute, Y/N.” He pinched your cheek as he said the last words.

What? You blinked slowly, a robotic laughing coming out of you. “Jungkook. I love you… but don’t do that again.”

“What? Can you repeat? I didn’t hear?” Jungkook’s ears were pink as he looked at you hopefully, his eyes glistening and shining as he spoke.

“Don’t do it again.” 

“Nooo! What was the first part? I wanna hear it again.” He whined and squeezed your hand tightly while bringing it up to his chest. 

Mimicking a deep thought process, you pursed your lips and scrunched your brows together. “No. You’ve not been a good boy.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock as his lips parted wordlessly, his hand going slack in yours. Laughing excitedly, you quickly removed yourself from Jungkook, set your bag down, and started off away from him.

“You might have to catch me to get me to say anything more!” you shouted when you were only a meter or so away, quickly catching Jungkook’s attention once again.

Even from how far away you were, you saw the tell tale competitiveness flow into him as he raced off after you. A squeal left you when he came closer and you quickened your pace, but it was no use. Jungkook was so much faster and stronger than you and before you knew it, he had swooped you up in his arms and spun you around.

“Tell me, you love meeee!” Jungkook whined childly as he set you down, pouting at you as he started to pepper your face and neck with soft kisses.

His kisses tickled you, and he enjoyed that every single time. “I-I lo-love yo-you!” you managed to squeal out before once again, he was kissing your lips.