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he stared at you. you smiled, snapping him out of it.

“hello.”

“did you order breakfast?”

he stepped out of the door way, gesturing for her to come in, “yes.”

you rushed to start arranging his food on the table. for a moment, he only heard the clicking noise of dishes.

“how’s your morning?”

he swallowed.

that should be trivial. meaningless. but it wasn’t. he didn’t remember the last time someone asked that question. 

jungkook’s eyes flicked down to the table before looking at you, “it’s… quiet.”

your hands paused mid motion, turning to him before you smoothed down the front of your skirt. “good quiet or bad?”

he didn’t answer. 

you deflated slightly, turning to his coffee. “i guess it depends on the person,” you set the mug down next to some syrup, “how many pumps?” 

he ran a hand through his hair, “four.”

you nodded, “yes, sir.”

he watched you move like you belonged there—like this was routine, like he was just another guest, another door to knock on, another voice to answer politely before moving on.

but you didn’t feel like just another housekeeper.

his gaze lingered longer than it should have, tracing the small details he had no business noticing. the way your fingers curled around the handle of the coffee pot, the soft concentration in your expression, the quiet rhythm of your movements.

it made something twist low in his chest.

something warm. something unfamiliar.

he shouldn’t be looking at you like this.

shouldn’t be feeling this… drawn.

and yet, when you’d asked him how his morning was, it hadn’t felt like small talk. it had felt real. like you meant it.

like you actually cared about the answer.

and he’d just… stood there.

said nothing.

watched you pull back, just slightly.

“it’s good quiet,” jungkook blurted.

you glanced at him, a little surprised, before offering a small smile.

“that’s good,” you said gently. “everyone needs a little quiet sometimes.”

you both fell silent, the only thing heard was the clinking of dishes and silverware.

you brushed off your apron, then gestured to his breakfast on the table, “your breakfast is ready, mr. jeon. have a beautiful day.” 

this time he was the one to smile first, “thank you.”

“my pleasure!” you replied enthusiastically, your hospitality training shining through as you closed the door behind you.

•••••

you didn’t hate your job.

your coworkers were kind. the guests weren’t, but you always told yourself that made the nice ones feel even nicer. the hotel was beautiful, a place that every service worker in your area aspired to be. 

as you sat in the break room with your fellow housekeepers, they all couldn’t stop talking about the same thing: jeon jungkook, maknae of the bts was staying there. 

what you didn’t tell them was that he was staying on your assigned floor. you had  found out when your manager sent you to a mr. jeon’s room and jungkook greeted you at the door.

the guests you served were almost always  memorable—powerful, rich, and sometimes famous people stayed at your hotel, but he was different.

your heart broke a little when you saw him. jeon jungkook was a beautiful man, of course, but what you couldn’t get over was the exhausted look in his eyes. they were dark, lonely, and sad. you had always heard the idol life had its struggles, but you had never seen it first hand. 

throughout the day, you didn’t know why you kept thinking about him.

maybe it was the way he looked at you like he was trying to figure something out.

or maybe it was the way he answered your question.

it’s good quiet.

it didn’t sound convincing.

•••••

when jungkook got to his room from a long shoot, he wanted to flop onto the bed and never get up again.

but he knew he couldn’t do that.

because he had a studio session tonight.

jungkook loved being a singer. he was living his childhood dream, and he couldn’t be happier he was doing it, but he wasn’t sure if he could make it back out of his room, his body aching for a good night’s sleep that it would not receive.

he grabbed the hotel landline and dialed the room service number. 

“hello! this is room service,” an undistinguishable, customer service voice greeted.

“do you serve coffee this late?” he blurted.

“yes, sir.”

he sighed, proceeding to order an iced coffee with four shots of espresso—something he knew would give him jitters, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

he heard a knock in what felt like no time, “room service!”

jungkook forced himself to get up.

it was you behind the door, holding his coffee with a bright smile on your face. 

“hello, mr. jeon!” you exclaimed, glowing even under the slightly dim hotel lighting. 

he cleared his throat, “it’s you again.“

“yes, you’re on my assigned floor. we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” you offered the coffee to him, “please take a sip so i know it’s to your liking.”

he took the cup, fingers slightly brushing against your soft hands. “thank you, it’s great.“

you watched him intently, brows furrowed, “may i ask why you want coffee this late?”

he took a moment to figure out what to say, drawing a blank. “um… it’s a work thing.”

your head tilted ever so slightly, “okay, please take care of yourself.”

he was slightly taken aback. why do you care? 

“is there anything else you need?” you asked, hospitality training shining through yet again.

“no, thank you.” he took another sip.

“good night, mr. jeon.”

“good night.”

after that, he was shameless.

he asked for more towels, soap, sheets, blankets, food, whatever he could just to see your face. he was an addict and your mere presence was his fix. 

when he went on set during the day, he had a pep in his step that created whispers amongst the crew and his management. 

it didn’t take long for him to notice it.

the difference.

the way his chest didn’t feel as tight when he knew he’d see you.

the way the day felt… manageable.

jungkook had spent years learning how to perform exhaustion away, smiling through it, laughing through it, pushing through it until it didn’t matter anymore. but this was different.

this wasn’t something he had to fight.

it was something he waited for. between takes, his mind drifted. not to the music, not to the cameras, but to you.

to the sound of your voice, soft and polite through the door. to the way you said his name like it didn’t carry any weight. to the way you looked at him like he was just a man standing in a hotel room.

he found himself checking the time more than he should.

counting down hours without meaning to. wondering if you were working. if you were on his floor. if you were knocking on someone else’s door, smiling that same smile, asking someone else how their morning was.

his jaw tightened slightly at the thought. then he exhaled, shaking it off. it didn’t matter. you always came back.

you always knocked on his door.

and when you did, everything quieted.

the noise in his head, the pressure in his chest, the weight of everything he carried all softened, just a little, just enough.

just because you were there. just because you looked at him like that.

like he was someone worth asking about.

jungkook leaned back in his chair between takes, staring at nothing, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.

he didn’t know when it had started.

didn’t know when you had become the part of his day he looked forward to the most.

he yearned for you. not your looks, not your body. you.

he just knew that the thought of not seeing you tomorrow felt wrong. unsettling. like something important would be missing. like the quiet would come back.

and this time, he didn’t think he could stand it.

the next day, he called for you again. he knew he didn’t need anything, but the room felt too quiet again. 

and he already knew what fixed that.

this time, he got breakfast. he loved when he could order food. that was when he had the most time with you. you would tell him little stories about your college classes or your family.

sometimes jungkook thought about what it would be like to meet them. how you would introduce him, your beautiful smile meant for just him. how your mother would overanalyze him as you said she overanalyzes everything. how your father would talk his ear off like you said he did to everyone. how you would cover your face with your hands like you did when you got flustered.

his heart almost skipped a beat when he heard the a knock on his door and your cheery voice, “room service!”

he practically ran to the door as if you would disappear if he didn’t reach you soon enough. 

any tension he felt earlier melted away as he opened the door and saw your face. the look you gave him was different this time. still sweet, but a little curious.

he froze.

you giggled, “you really like room service, mr. jeon.” 

“i—yeah, i guess,” jungkook rubbed the back of his head, “it’s… convenient.”

he felt heat crawling up his neck as he stared at you. 

you had a gold necklace on today. you normally wore silver. was this a special day? did you have anything planned after this? did you change your preference? did you—

your eyes crinkled in confusion. “um… would you like me to come in?”

he jumped. “uh, yes, of course,” he stepped aside, “sorry.”

“it’s okay, it’s early,” you strolled to his table, setting down his breakfast.

when you passed him, his eyebrows furrowed. you had perfume on. you never wore perfume. this had to be a special day. 

“i like your jewlery,” he finally said. “is it new?”

your cheeks flushed slightly, “thank you. i’m surprised anyone noticed.” 

you paused for a moment, as if thinking about what you wanted to say next, “it’s because…” you sat down the breakfast platter for a moment to lean closer to him. his heart raced. 

“i have a date,” you whispered.

the words didn’t register at first.

they hung in the air between you—soft, almost shy, like they weren’t meant to hurt anything.

you have a date.

jungkook blinked. once. twice. as if his mind needed a second longer to catch up to something his chest had already understood.

oh.

that’s why.

the necklace.

the perfume.

the way you looked a little brighter today. it wasn’t random. it wasn’t for no reason.

it wasn’t for him.

something in his chest dipped, slow and heavy, like a quiet drop he hadn’t braced for. he swallowed, forcing his expression to stay neutral, even as his fingers curled slightly at his side. 

“a date,” he repeated, softer this time, like he was testing how it felt to say it out loud.

you nodded, a little bashful now, eyes flicking away from his.

“it’s nothing big,” you added quickly, “just… someone who asked me out.”

just. the word sat wrong with him. because it didn’t feel small. not when it was you. not when it explained everything he had been noticing. every detail he had been turning over in his head like it meant something.

it did mean something. just not what he thought. his gaze drifted to the necklace again, the way it rested against your skin, unfamiliar in a way that suddenly felt… deliberate. chosen. for someone else to see.

his jaw tightened before he could stop it. he didn’t like that. he didn’t like the idea of someone else noticing the same things he did. the way your smile softened when you got a little shy. the way your voice dipped when you said something personal. the way you stood just a little closer when you forgot yourself. he had noticed those things. he had been noticing. and now someone else would, too.

“that’s… nice,” he said finally, the words coming out steadier than he felt.

you smiled at that. soft. grateful. the same smile you gave him. and for the first time, it didn’t feel like his.

something tight settled in his chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome.

because he realized, all at once, how easily you moved through your day. how easily you smiled. how easily you would leave this room, step into the rest of your life, and forget him.

jungkook looked at you for a moment longer, quieter now, something fragile flickering behind his eyes. he hadn’t realized how much he had started to look forward to you.

hadn’t realized how much space you had taken up in his day, until suddenly, there was someone else standing in it. someone else who would get your time, your attention, your laugh.

his grip tightened slightly around nothing.

because the thought settled, heavy and undeniable.

he didn’t want to share.

tonight was a rare night off.  due to a scheduling conflict, the studio was booked and jungkook didn’t have to work tonight.

his friends dragged him out, saying that the club scene in this city was great, but no matter what, jungkook couldn’t shake the overwhelming numbness of it all. he couldn’t have fun. not when you were out somewhere tonight with another guy.

the music was too loud. the lights were too bright. jungkook sat back in the booth, barely listening, nodding along to conversations he wasn’t part of. he checked his messages. not because he had any he wanted to respond to, but because he wanted to pass time.

his thumb hovered over his screen before it dimmed, reflecting his face back at him. it was tired, distant.

his mind drifted to you. to the way you had smelled that morning. soft. different. how you’d smiled when you mentioned your plans. how easily you had said it. i have a date.

his jaw tightened. he didn’t like that he remembered it so clearly. didn’t like that it had followed him here, into a room full of people, into a night that was supposed to distract him.

“you’re quiet tonight,” one of his friends said, nudging his shoulder.

“just tired,” jungkook replied automatically, not looking up.

“then drink,” someone else laughed, sliding a glass toward him.

he took it, more out of habit than anything, bringing it to his lips without tasting it. it didn’t help. nothing did.

another wave of bass shook the room, lights flashing across the crowd, bodies moving too close, too loud, too much.

he exhaled, leaning back further into the booth, eyes scanning the room without interest.

and then he saw you.

everything stopped. not the music. not the lights. not the people. just him.

his grip tightened slightly around the glass in his hand as his gaze locked across the room.

for a second, he thought he was imagining it. that maybe his mind had gotten so used to thinking about you, it had started placing you in places you weren’t.

but no. it was you. standing near the bar, turned slightly to the side, your face lit up by a softer light than the rest of the room.

you weren’t in your uniform. no pressed apron. no neat, careful presentation. you looked… different. your hair fell a little looser. your clothes hugged you in a way he hadn’t seen before. there was a lightness to you, something unguarded, something that didn’t belong to the girl who knocked on his door every morning.

you were smiling.

not the polite, practiced smile he had memorized. this one was wider. easier. real. something in his chest pulled tight.

you laughed at something. soft at first, then brighter, and jungkook’s eyes shifted. to him.

the man standing next to you. too close.

close enough that he leaned in when he spoke. close enough that you didn’t step away. jungkook went still. 

oh. this was what you meant.

your “plans.”

his fingers curled slightly against the glass, condensation damp against his skin.

he watched the way the man looked at you like he was trying to charm you, like he had the right to stand there and take up your space, like he was someone you had chosen to spend your time with.

something unfamiliar twisted low in his chest. sharp. uncomfortable.

he didn’t like it.

he didn’t like it at all.

you didn’t laugh like that in his room. you didn’t smile like that at him.

the thought came before he could stop it. and it lingered.

his gaze didn’t move. couldn’t.

the rest of the room blurred into nothing, the music fading into a dull hum, conversations dissolving into noise.

it was just you.

you, and the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you got shy. you, and the way you looked down for a second before looking back up at him—at him—with that same soft expression.

his jaw clenched.

he forced himself to take another sip of his drink, but it did nothing to ground him. nothing to pull him away.

“jungkook.”

he didn’t respond.

“jungkook.”

a hand waved briefly in front of his face.

he blinked, finally tearing his eyes away for a split second.

“what?” he muttered.

“you good?” his friend asked, brows furrowed slightly.

“yeah,” he said, too quickly.

his gaze drifted back. you were still there. still smiling. still with him. 

jungkook’s  chest felt tight. too tight. he shifted forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees now, like that would somehow bring him closer, like it would make any difference at all. 

it didn’t. you were still out of reach. 

worse, you didn’t even know he was there. the thought settled heavy.

you didn’t know. you didn’t look for him.

you weren’t waiting for him the way he—

he exhaled sharply, leaning back again, dragging a hand down his face.

this was ridiculous.

he barely knew you.

you were—

you were just—

his gaze flickered back to you again, softer this time, something quieter slipping into the sharpness.

you were you. that was the problem.

another laugh left your lips, and the man beside you said something that made you nudge his arm lightly.

jungkook looked away this time. he couldn’t watch that. not again.

“i’m heading out,” he said suddenly, already pushing himself to his feet.

“already?” someone asked, surprised.

“yeah.”

no explanation. he didn’t wait for one either.

the music hit him harder as he stepped out of the booth, weaving through the crowd without looking back.

but he felt it. the pull. the urge to turn around. to look for you one more time. to make sure you were still there. he didn’t.

he pushed through the doors instead, the cool night air hitting his skin as he stepped outside.

it was quieter out here. not the same quiet. but better. he stood there for a moment, breathing, trying to steady something inside of him that felt… off. unsettled.

his mind replayed it anyway. your smile. your laugh. the way you stood next to someone else like it was normal. his jaw tightened.

he hadn’t realized how much he had started to think of you as his. not until he saw you with someone else.

•••••

jeon jungkook had become your favorite guest.

he was polite, quiet, shy, and thoughtful. he wasn’t too difficult on the eyes, either. jungkook carried this sadness with him that made your heart ache. his eyes were wracked with a deep exhaustion that made you want to lock him in his hotel room so he had one good night’s sleep.

and yet, sometimes, rarely, he smiled. a real one.

it was subtle. quiet. but when it happened, it was like catching sunlight in your hands. you wished you could play it on loop. 

your date was… disappointing. the guy was handsome, successful, everything that would make him perfect to bring home to your parents, but neither of you could escape the feeling of emptiness. when you noticed his eye start to wander to other girls in the club, you called your uber. who takes someone to a club for their first date anyways?

the night air was cooler than you expected.

you wrapped your arms around yourself as you stepped off the curb, the sound of the club fading further behind you with every step. your heels clicked softly against the pavement, slower now, no rush in your stride.

you felt silly for thinking maybe tonight would be something more than what it was.

you sighed, glancing down at your phone, debating whether to call it a night completely or stop by the convenience store on the corner before heading home.

“hey.”

your steps faltered.

you turned, brows knitting together slightly, and your breath caught. “mr. jeon?”

he stood a few feet away from you, hands tucked loosely into his pockets, shoulders slightly tense like he hadn’t expected to actually say anything once he saw you.

his hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hands through it too much. his eyes—

you noticed his eyes first. they weren’t distant like usual. they were focused.

on you.

“i—” you blinked, taken aback. “hi.”

a small, awkward silence fell between you, the distant hum of traffic filling the space.

“you know someone around here?” you asked, trying to fill it.

he nodded once.

“yeah.”

he didn’t.

but that didn’t matter right now.

his gaze moved over you, slower than it ever had before, taking in everything—the outfit, the way your hair had loosened, the faint smudge of your makeup, the same soft scent that had been lingering in his room earlier.

“you went out,” he said.

it wasn’t a question.

you let out a small laugh, a little embarrassed now under his attention.

“yeah,” you nodded. “i had a date.”

there was a pause.

you didn’t know why you kept talking.

maybe it was the way he was looking at you. maybe it was how easy it felt to just… say things to him.

“it wasn’t that great, though,” you admitted, shrugging slightly. “i left early.”

something in his expression shifted.

subtle. but there.

“good,” he said, too quickly.

you blinked.

he froze, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“i mean—” he exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair. “i just… you deserve better than that.”

your heart skipped.

“you don’t even know him,” you said softly.

“i don’t have to,” he replied just as quietly.

the air between you changed.

you could feel it. thicker now. heavier. your fingers tightened slightly around your phone.

“mr. jeon—”

“jungkook,” he interrupted.

your breath caught again.

“jungkook,” he repeated, softer this time. “you can call me jungkook.”

you swallowed.

“okay… jungkook.”

the way you said his name—it did something to him. something that made his chest feel too tight, too full all at once. he stepped closer. not enough to crowd you. just enough that you noticed.

“can i walk you home? it’s pretty late.”

you nodded, him walking beside you as you both began to walk up the empty streets. it didn’t take long before you reached your apartment door. 

“i saw you,” he admitted, breaking the long silence.

your brows furrowed slightly.

“what?”

“at the club.”

oh. your stomach flipped. “you were there?”

he nodded, “yeah.”

you looked down for a second, suddenly self-conscious.

“that’s… kind of embarrassing,” you laughed softly. “i didn’t even see you.”

“i know,” he said.

there was something in the way he said it.

something that made you look back up.

his eyes hadn’t left you.

not once.

“you looked…” he started, then stopped, like he didn’t know how to finish it.

you waited.

he tried again, “you looked happy.”

you frowned slightly.

“i wasn’t.”

another step closer. this one smaller.

more careful.

“i know,” he said quietly.

your breath hitched.

“how would you—”

“because i was watching you.”

the words settled between you.

your heart started beating a little faster.

“that’s…” you trailed off, unsure what to say.

but you didn’t step away. you didn’t feel scared. just confused. overwhelmed.

“why?” you asked softly.

his jaw tightened slightly.

“because i couldn’t not,” he admitted.

your breath caught.

“jungkook—”

“i don’t like it,” he said, more firmly now. “seeing you with someone else.”

your eyes widened slightly.

“what?”

“i don’t like it,” he repeated, quieter this time. “i thought i could ignore it. i thought—” he let out a breath, shaking his head. “i can’t.”

your heart was racing now. this didn’t make sense.

“why?” you asked again, barely above a whisper. “you don’t even know me.”

“i do,” he said.

you blinked.

“what?”

“i know the way you knock,” he continued softly. “twice. always twice.”

“i know you hum when you think no one’s listening.”

“i know you like extra syrup in your coffee even though you pretend you don’t.”

your lips parted. you hadn’t realized—

“i know you,” he repeated.

your chest tightened.

“that’s not—” you shook your head slightly, overwhelmed. “that’s not the same.”

“i know it’s not,” he said quickly. “i know i should take more time, i know i should do this the right way but—”

he stopped. looked at you. really looked at you.

“i can’t stand the idea of you walking into someone else’s life like that,” he said quietly.

your heart stuttered.

“like what?” you whispered.

“like you did mine.”

silence. the city noise faded again, just like before. just like when he first saw you. your fingers curled slightly at your sides.

“i’m just—” you let out a small, nervous laugh. “i’m just the girl who brings you food.”

his expression softened immediately.

“don’t say that.”

his hand moved before he could stop himself, gently brushing against your wrist—warm, careful, nothing like the rush in your chest. 

“you’re not just anything.”

your breath hitched.

“then what am i?” you asked, barely steady.

he didn’t hesitate this time.

“mine.”

the word was soft. not demanding. but certain. your eyes widened.

“jungkook—”

he closed the distance. slowly.

giving you time to pull away.

you didn’t.

his hand lifted, fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, like he was afraid you might disappear if he touched you too firmly.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured.

you didn’t. you couldn’t.

not when he was looking at you like that.

not when your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest.

not when you wanted this.

his lips pressed against yours. soft, hesitant at first. like he was testing something fragile. then a little firmer when you didn’t pull away.

your hand came up instinctively, gripping lightly at the front of his shirt, grounding yourself in something real.

you kissed him back. just for a second. just enough.

when you pulled away, your breath was uneven, your eyes wide as you stared up at him.

“you… you want me?” you asked, disbelief laced through your voice.

jungkook’s expression softened in a way you had never seen before. completely unguarded.

“i think about you all the time,” he admitted quietly.

“i wait for you.”

“i look for you.”

your head spun. this is was a lot to process for you. 

his thumb brushed lightly against your cheek, “of course i want you.”

you unlocked your door, letting him in and locking it behind him.

this time, you kissed him, and pure catharsis washed over you. he kissed you like starved man devouring his first meal. he gently pressed you against the nearest wall as he moved from your lips to your neck, your breath hitching as he left little lovebites all over your neck and chest.

his hands trembled slightly against your skin, a stark contrast to the confident way his mouth claimed you. he was shaking, you realized. this powerful, quiet man was trembling in your arms, and it sent a heady rush through you. he was completely undone, and you were the cause.

"jungkook," you breathed, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer, encouraging him. "don’t stop."

he let out a choked sound, something between a groan and a sigh of relief. his kisses became more desperate, more worshipful. he wasn't just kissing you; he was memorizing you. his lips traced the line of your jaw, down the sensitive skin of your throat, his tongue darting out to taste the rapid pulse beating there. he was addicted, and this was his first real hit in months.

"you have no idea," he murmured against your collarbone, his voice thick with an emotion that sounded dangerously like adoration. "no idea how long i’ve wanted this."

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and swimming with a vulnerability that made your chest ache. he looked completely lost in you, his gaze roaming over your face as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory. he looked at your mouth, then back to your eyes, a silent question passing between you.

you answered by pulling him down for another kiss, this one slower, deeper. You took control, tilting your head and deepening the kiss, your tongue sweeping against his. he yielded instantly, a soft moan escaping him as he let you lead. He followed your rhythm, his hands gripping your hips like you were his only anchor in a storm. the power was yours, and he was willingly, desperately, giving it all to you.

"please," he whispered against your lips, the word barely audible but loaded with meaning. It was a plea. a surrender. he was asking for permission to fall apart, and you were the only one who could catch him.

you nipped at his lower lip, a sharp, possessive bite that made him gasp. "jungkook… what do you want?” you asked sweetly.

"you," he answered immediately, without hesitation. "everything… just you."

you led him down your short hallway to your bedroom, giving him quick kisses on the way there. 

you both tumbled onto your bed, you laying below him. 

he grabbed the bottom of your dress, “can i?”

you nodded, and he pulled the fabric over your head, leaving you in just your panties. he drunk you in for a moment, staring at you like a worshipper at a shrine. he crawled down so his face was between your legs. 

he looked up at you with wide, shiny eyes.

 “can i…” he started, his voice cracking on the last syllable. “can i taste you?” he slid his fingers to the waistband of your panties in anticipation, “please.” 

just as you were about to say yes, he kept going, “please," he whispered again, his voice thicker this time, more desperate. "i need to... i need to taste you. i've thought about it for so long. please, let me make you feel good. i'll be so good for you, i promise. just... please."

the plea was so raw, so sweet that heat shot straight to your core. “yes,” you breathed, barely a sigh.

he let out a shaky, grateful gasp and surged forward. his hands gripped your thighs as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear and slowly pulled them down, his eyes closing for a second as if he was in prayer. and then his mouth was on you.

it wasn't rushed or clumsy. it was slow, deliberate, and utterly devastating. he explored you with his tongue, learning every fold, every sensitive spot with an artist's focus. he took his time, building a slow, burning fire deep in your belly that made your toes curl. it was overwhelming, the intensity of his focus, the way he seemed to be getting as much pleasure from this as you were.

your hand flew to his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as the pleasure mounted, higher and higher, a tight coil of heat ready to snap. the pressure built until it was almost unbearable, and your fingers clenched, pulling hard.

he stopped instantly. the sudden loss of sensation made you gasp, your eyes flying open. panic seized you. "oh my god, did i hurt you? jungkook, i'm so sorry, i—"

he looked up at you from between your legs, his lips swollen and glistening, his eyes hazy with pleasure. there was no pain on his face, only a dark, blissed-out need. "do it again," he rasped, his voice rough. "please. pull my hair again. i liked it."

your breath hitched. he liked it. the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. hesitantly, your fingers tightened in his hair again, pulling harder this time. his eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping his lips before he dove back in, his mouth more demanding, more hungry than before.

with his plea echoing in your ears, you stopped holding back. you tightened your grip, a sharp, deliberate tug that pulled a ragged, beautiful sound from his throat. he didn't flinch away; he leaned into it, his whole body shuddering with what you now understood was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

and then his mouth was on you again, and the world narrowed to this single, devastating point of contact. he was so sweet about it, so devoted. every movement of his tongue was a prayer, every gentle suck a promise. he wasn't just trying to get you off; he was trying to prove something, to show you with his mouth what he couldn't yet find the words for. he was showing you that he was yours, completely.

the contrast was intoxicating. the harsh sting in his scalp from the way you were pulling his hair, and the soft, reverent way he was worshipping you with his mouth. you could feel his moans vibrating against you, little whimpers of pleasure that he couldn't hold back every time you tightened your grip. he was getting off on this, on the pain, on the submission, on the taste of you.

"jungkook," you gasped, your head falling back against your soft pillows. your hips started to move against his face, chasing the friction, the building pressure. you weren't thinking anymore, just feeling. feeling the heat coiling in your stomach, the tingling in your limbs, the overwhelming sweetness of his utter surrender.

he sensed you were close. his movements became more focused, more determined. his tongue found that perfect, sensitive spot and circled it relentlessly, while his lips sealed around you, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure that made your vision blur. you pulled his hair again, harder this time, a sharp, possessive yank that made him cry out against you.

the vibration was the final push. the coil in your stomach snapped, and pleasure crashed over you in a blinding, all-consuming wave. you cried out his name, your body arching off the wall as you came, your fingers still tangled tight in his hair, holding him to you.

he didn't stop. he stayed with you, his mouth gentle now, lapping at you softly, helping you ride out the aftershocks until you were limp and trembling, your legs barely able to hold you up. he finally pulled back, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his face flushed and slick, his eyes looking up at you with a look of such utter adoration it made your chest ache.

he looked completely blissed out, like he'd just been given the greatest gift in the world. "was that... was that okay?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

you could only manage a breathless nod, your fingers still stroking through his hair, now gentle instead of pulling. "more than okay," you managed to say, your voice soft. "jungkook... that was perfect."

he looked at you, a fine tremor still running through him. he was wrecked, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with a desperate, possessive hunger.

"please," he whispered against your lips, the word a raw, needy sound. "i need to be inside you. please, i need to feel you. i need to know you're mine."

you answered with a nod, and he quickly crawled up over you, his body covering yours. he settled between your legs, his hips pressing forward, the hard length of him straining against his jeans. he was trembling, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pants.

"are you sure?" he asked, though it sounded less like a question and more like a plea for you to confirm that this wasn't a dream.

instead of answering, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down, guiding him to your entrance. he gasped as he slowly pushed inside, his eyes rolling back, a high, broken whine coming out of his mouth. he filled you completely, a perfect, aching stretch.

he didn't move at first, just stayed there, buried deep inside you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he was trembling, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pants. "don't let go," he whimpered, his voice muffled against your skin. "please, don't ever let me go."

"i won't," you promised, your hands tangling in his hair again, this time in a gentle, grounding hold. "i've got you."

that seemed to break something loose in him. he started to move, slowly at first, then with a little more confidence. his thrusts were deep and deliberate, not fast, but full of a desperate, aching need. he was making love to you like it was the first and last time he'd ever get to do it.

every sound he made was a whimper or a moan of your name. "you feel so good," he'd pant, his voice breaking. "so much better than i ever imagined." he was clingy, his hands never leaving you, one gripping your hip, the other laced through your fingers, holding on for dear life. he was needy, seeking your mouth for kisses between ragged breaths, his eyes constantly searching yours for reassurance.

the intimacy of it was overwhelming. this wasn't just sex; it was a confession. it was him laying himself bare, giving you every broken, desperate, devoted piece of himself. and you took it all, holding him close, meeting his thrusts, whispering soft words of encouragement against his lips.

"say it again," he panted, his voice thick with emotion. "tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours, jungkook," you whispered, your voice soft but firm. "all yours."

the words seemed to fuel him, his thrusts becoming a little deeper, a little more possessive. he was still sweet, so needy, but there was an edge to him now, a desperate need to claim you, to mark you as his own.

"mine," he sobbed, his rhythm faltering as his own release started to build. "you're all mine."

you came first, a quiet, intense wave of pleasure that washed over you, pulling a soft cry from your lips. feeling you tighten around him was his undoing. he buried his face in your neck again, his body shuddering as he found his release, a broken, beautiful moan of your name spilling from his lips.

he collapsed on top of you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress, but you didn't mind. you held him as he trembled through the aftershocks, his face still hidden in your neck. you could feel his tears, hot and silent against your skin. you just held him tighter, stroking his hair, whispering that it was okay, that you were here.

after a long moment, he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. his face was tear-streaked and flushed, his eyes red-rimmed but shining with a light you'd never seen before.

"stay," he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse. "please... just stay with me tonight."

you reached up, gently wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb. "i'm not going anywhere," you promised softly. "i'm right here."

he let out a shaky breath, a small, watery-eyed smile finally gracing his lips. it was the real one. the one that was like catching sunlight in your hands. and it was all for you.

author’s note: thank you for reading! i hope you liked this, because idk how to feel about it!!! i’ve been wanting to try writing sub!jk so i hope it worked out! if you liked this, please check out my other fics<333

Now through him, you were becoming great friends with the rest of his band. You were a soloist so at first you felt quite lonely in the industry, but now that you had this reliable group of friends you felt like you were having an amazing time in your life. It couldn’t get better. Well, maybe it could get better if you would just finally confess your big crush on Namjoon and get it over with.

You seemed to click with him when you met just like Taehyung, he was the older and most respected in the group. And you didn’t just respect him, to be frank, you wanted to get on top of him. With his long black hair and deep dimples when he showed his straight white teeth, you felt like you could really be in love soon if you didn’t try and get over it. Or maybe you could just say something to him instead…no, you couldn’t ever do that.

You didn’t even need to try with him, he just knew how you felt constantly and how to work around it. If you were excited and happy, he was too. If you weren’t feeling too good that day, he always managed to cheer you up somehow. You felt safe with him, he seemed to be quite protective of you, even with the other members. When you hung out without him, he was always curious as to what happened and even seemed a little jealous you had a good time without him and just with his members. 

You never argued either, you just understood each other's feelings. 

You were all at the little bar area Hoseok had in his house not long ago, having a drink and a good time together. Namjoon had chosen to sit next to you in one of the bar stools as soon as you sat down, shifting the chair closer to you a little. It made you feel good, to know he actually liked you enough to do things like that. But you weren’t sure if he saw you romantically or in a sister, family kind of way just yet.

He ended up asking you to stay that night, no one else stayed, just you. You stayed in his guest room, even if you wanted to be in his bed next to him you just weren’t ready to let those feelings out and into the air yet. So, you sucked it up and stayed in the room next to him, wishing you were falling asleep in his big arms.

In the morning when you had woken up, as soon as he saw you stroll up to the kitchen he was offering to make breakfast. He had turned on some soothing jazz in the background as he worked himself around the kitchen making some eggs and bacon for the both of you. You made a joke about him becoming like Taehyung with his music taste and he laughed just a little too hard at it, it made you wonder if he possibly could like you back.

You would lay awake at night thinking of the times you would hang out one-on-one, the way the conversation just flowed so smoothly and you always had the maximum amount of fun with him. A day with Namjoon could never be boring apparently. Even though you had only been friends with him for a few months now, the happiness it brought you made it feel like a childhood friend you were very comfortable with and had known for years upon years. It seemed like he seeked you out even when you were in a large group of people, his eyes scanning the room and then a big smile would spread on his face as he finally found you and made his way over to you.

You could feel the tension lately, and you were pretty sure he liked you back at this point but you were too shy to say anything to him just in case it wasn’t actually true and you were just making it all up in your sick fantasies of him. Sometimes you would get a little too close to be friendly, and then he would step back and go quiet like he was thinking deeply. 

The lingering looks at you, the times you almost just blurted out just how much you like him, it was starting to drive you crazy.

But lately he seemed distant, he had started to prepare for a tour and it seemed like he just didn't have much time for you anymore. He didn’t pick up all your phone calls and he wouldn’t call back in the same day, waiting until the next day to pick up the phone and then giving you short answers. You try to tell yourself you’re imagining him distancing himself from you, but it was getting hard to ignore.

You missed being with him, missed the casual times he would call you just to talk about nothing and the days where you would come over just to be in a comfortable silence with him. You just missed him. You missed the hugs that lasted a bit too long, and him just wanting to be in a room alone with you. So you distanced yourself too, you stopped calling so much and you just hung out with the people who actually wanted to be with you. Like your friend, Taehyung.

He actually had time for you even with all the preparations for the upcoming tour, he made time for you. You didn’t ask him about Namjoon, you didn’t want to make it awkward or hint to him of your big crush on his friend. So you stayed silent, pretended like nothing was wrong and got on with your life.

You were in Taehyung’s house when he spontaneously came over, scoffing when he saw the two of you huddled together on his couch watching some funny tiktok’s together and laughing like you used to with Namjoon.

Late at night, he texted you a simple ‘come over?’ and you didn’t realise how much you actually missed him until that moment, it all came pouring over you like a large wave. You obliged, showing up at his front door and waiting for him in your comfy and casual clothes. You never felt the need to dress up for him, that’s how he made you feel. Like you could just be yourself.

He opened the door silently and you walked in, going to sit on his couch with him in silence. There were no words for a minute or two until he decided to start the conversation. “Are you in a relationship with Taehyung?” Namjoon asked innocently, and you just had to laugh. It was utterly ridiculous, Tae was one of your best friends. It was ridiculous that he could even be sad or mad about such a thing when he’d been fully ignoring you. “It’s not funny.”

“It is funny. You haven’t been talking to me and suddenly you’re annoyed and think I’m in a relationship with Taehyung. That’s my best friend, Namjoon.” You tell him off and he leans back onto the couch pillows, like he’d finally realised something.

He sits up straight suddenly, his back straighter than a plank of wood. “So…you’d like to never be in a relationship with a friend?” He asks, clearly nervous for your answer. His arms were crossed but you can see the way he was gripping the long sleeves of his t-shirt tightly.

“I guess it depends who it was?” “And if it was me?” “Are you asking me to be in a relationship with you or are you being a pussy again?” Namjoon almost jumps back in surprise at your words, his arms uncrossing and he fumbles on his words as he tries to come up with something to say back to that. “Just tell me if you like me or not, I’m tired of waiting and I can’t do it anymore.

“I do.” He answers, trying to sound like he had the utmost confidence but you knew he was scared of what he was feeling and saying to you. “And I guess…you do too.” You roll your eyes and nod your head. “I’m sorry I waited, I was afraid to lose you. To ruin this. If you didn’t like me back, I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“Kiss me then. Don’t be afraid.” You encourage him, and he sets his lips in a tight little line as he thinks hard. Then he turns to you, and holds your face carefully in his hands like he didn’t want to risk hurting you. Namjoon kisses you, actually kisses you. It was only quick, but it was perfect.

He rests his forehead against yours with closed eyes, letting out a big relieved sigh like it had been air stuck in his lungs for months that he just couldn’t get out. “I thought you were just too good for me. Like you couldn’t like someone like me like that.” You giggle at his stupid words and he opens his eyes with a pretend mad face. “It’s true!”

“It’s just that I thought the same, but lately, I kinda caught onto your feelings. You weren’t hiding it very well.” Namjoon tuts his tongue and looks down at his lap. “Kiss me again, don’t just stop.” He looks up with his mouth open and you roll your eyes once again, he just had no clue what to do now that your feelings were out and proud about each other.

You kissed him first this time, taking the time to feel the shape of his lips against yours and how freshly moisturised they felt. He’d even brushed his teeth again in preparation for seeing you. You both were sitting with your legs crossed and facing each other on the couch now, so you leaned closer and closer until he was on his back and you were over him.

You moved down, kissing his neck softly as he gasped, he definitely didn’t expect all this tonight. “Maybe we should slow down-” He blurts out, but he sounds unsure.

“That's really what you want right now?” You ask and he shakes his head. You didn’t want to slow down, you had been waiting for this for far too long now.

You reach down for the waistband of the black joggers he had on and it sounds like he choked on his spit a little, but he didn’t try and stop you. He let you slowly push your hand past the waistband and down, down until you could feel his growing boner. He was clearly excited for this to happen, even if he didn’t want to say it out loud.

You wrap your hand around his dick and slowly start to move your hand up and down, Namjoon’s lips part and his head tilts back as he basks in the feel of you on him. He accepts your touch, pushing his hips up into your hand and groaning a little. “Faster…” He pleads and you oblige, moving your hand fast as you push up his t-shirt and start to kiss on his stomach. 

Namjoon lets out a little moan as you start to suck right next to his hip bone, intending to leave a dark mark on his skin. His hand rests on your hair and you put yours over his, encouraging him to grip it. He finally starts to realise you’re not made of glass and grips his fingers into your hair, using his other hand to push his joggers down. 

You look down and grin as you see his full hard-on, you keep jerking him and start licking down from below his belly button. Suddenly his hips stutter and he pushes them up, gripping the strands of your hair tightly as he cums with a loud moan. It was hot to see him cum but you pouted because you didn’t even get to the good part yet, next time you tell yourself.

Namjoon catches his breath after he’s done, his chest moving up and down rapidly. You kiss up his body until you reach his face and then plant kisses all around his skin. “That was good. I want to respect you, but at the same time I want to do bad things.” He admits, his hands framing your face gently.

“Next time.” You say to him.

“Next time.” He agrees.

You can yell not to touch you or speak to you, he would surprisingly obey. The only command he doesn’t respond to is ’go away’.

He refuses to leave even when you’re sick of him. The four walls are not helping you to feel better. On some better days you leave the apartment to breathe in some fresh air, do some grocery shopping or buy something just for you. In the corner of your eye, you could see his silhouette watching you from afar walking behind you a few steps back. He’s not stalking you because he’s monitoring you per se, he’s just worried about you in his sick way. He was never good at expressing himself and never learnt how to show these things. In his head, some things just work abnormally due to his childhood neglect.

Living with him for quite some time you learnt how to read him like an open book.

Whenever you had a question about his life before you he answered without being too emotional. With busy parents, no one paid any attention to him his other two siblings had their lives going on as well leaving the small Taehyung alone most of the time. Taehyung doesn’t have a strong opinion on anything, he’s endlessly patient and sometimes drives you up the wall with how calm he is. He likes anything you like. He does anything you ask him to do. If you asked him to be your pretty obedient doll he would do it.

His obsession is choking you but other times when you have these episodes and he stays by your side till the very end you appreciate his devotion.

Once you calm down and the anger fades and these feelings pass by you’re able to be yourself again. Even since you were a child you had these episodes where you were unable to communicate with people. You didn’t want to be near them, talk to them or just be in the same room as them. There were weeks when you would isolate yourself from everyone and your habit comes with a cost each time. Some friends left you when they couldn’t reach you, tired of waiting even your family contacted you less and less.

At first, you thought it would be better to be alone when you feel like that so you can avoid hurting people.

Taehyung is the first one that you cannot shake off. His presence over some time even becomes quite calming. He became like a pillar that’s unshakeable.

You don’t remember when Taehyung sat next to you or when he put a film on the tv. Your eyes start to focus on the action movie that’s playing and your surrounding materialises in your vision. You realise that you have a soft blanket thrown over your lap and it’s very warm. Taehyung sits on the other side of the sofa mindful of your comment not to touch you even when usually he’s curled around you in situations like this.

You realise you miss him.

He did all those little things for you when you felt like you were at your lowest. He’s deprived not just of your love and interest but physical touch as well, you could tell from how tense he’s been sitting. His hands are placed on his lap intertwined as if he wanted to make sure his hands will not wander absentmindedly.

His head perks up when he feels you moving around. You slowly rest your head on his shoulder as if to break the silence yet he doesn’t react. You could feel his hands shaking as he let them rest on either side of his torso. He’s making the position more comfortable so you can actually lean against his chest.

It’s sweet how he’s nervously watching out for your reactions. He doesn’t dare to hold you so you find his hand in the darkness and place it on your thigh relaxing more into his embrace. Taehyung lets out a shaky breath near your ear you could hear the relief in his small sigh. He finally lets his chin rest on your shoulder in a relaxed manner. The tension he had before left his rigid muscles entirely by the time you two cosied up to each other. He wraps himself around you touching you wherever he can.

”What is this movie about?” Your face slightly turns to catch his eyes. There’s no surprise that his gaze was already on you by the time you looked at him. He blinked flatly two times before he looked back at the screen.

”I don’t really know.” His response was sheepish and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at how cute he looked right now.

”Were you looking at me the entire time?” It’s pointless as you already acquired the answer from his embarrassed stare. Your body turns sideways resting on his thighs. Slowly you wrap your hands around his neck smiling when he shudders the moment your lips make contact with his skin. Your pointer finger trails down his chin listening to his little gasp of pleasure as you kiss down his neck.

”Sorry for ignoring you.” You had to say it out loud as guilt rips through you. It hits you each time one of those episodes ends.

”Don’t say sorry.” Taehyung shakes his head without thinking. You melt into his shy kiss as he presses his lips on yours for a moment.

”Do you still love me?” The answer should be obvious but there’s still doubt in you. Taehyung doesn’t waste his time in proving his love to you, he doesn’t want you to spend another second imagining that he’s not in love with you, obsessed with you.

His feelings will forever be unchanging. He shows it to you with each touch and kiss. Holds you close to his body, and caresses every inch of you as your mouth fully explores his. His tongue slides smoothly over yours sensually, even when he’s kissing you so deeply he cannot keep his happy noises down.

He’s very happy that you’re finally touching him. His cock is getting harder and harder the longer you kiss him.

Afraid that his excitement will place pressure on you he tries to hide his hardness but miserably fails when his hips buck into you from below after a playful bite on his lower lip makes him jolt. He whines with tears in his eyes when you rub the tip over his pants. It’s so easy to make him cry. Finding his pathetic attempts amusing.

”You can touch it.” You encourage him to pull his cock out of his pants. You give him space so he can wrap his veiny hand around his shaft. His hand is so much bigger than yours that he has no problem stroking his length and rubbing the tip with his thumb. Taehyung calls out your name each time he moves his hand, seeking approval from you.

Sealing his moans with your lips, you continue to dominate the kiss as he barely manages to follow your movements, the noises he lets out keep interrupting the flow but you don’t mind kissing him dumb.

Both of your lips are wet with saliva and swollen from the heavy makeout when you break it. Taehyung stops pleasuring himself when you get up from his lap but you reassure him it’s fine if he continues. Once you start taking off your clothes one by one his hand moves again, and watching you uncover yourself results in more fresh precum sliding down his length. The sounds he lets out are sinful.

”Come here.” Once your panties are down your legs you put one leg up on the couch to give him comfortable access. His hand finds leverage on your standing leg holding you by gripping your knees his face buried in the apex of your thighs. You don’t need to give him more guidance as he slips near the edge of the couch.

Taehyung eagerly opens his mouth to taste you, the tip of his tongue pointedly flicks over your clit sending a wave of thrill all over your body. The muscles in your legs tense up caging his face between your thighs to keep him there. He wasn’t going to move anyway. Opens his mouth wide flattening his tongue he moves the wet muscles up and down your slick folds collecting your musky taste is his only response.

You hear his laboured breathing and feel the cooling air around your heated mound. His mouth is as busy as his hand that picks up where he left off dragging his cock up and down pleasuring himself throughout never ceasing his fervent licking. Parts your folds with long strokes finding each nerve in your pussy that makes it throb.

”You can cum anytime.” You tell him between moans of your own that he can let go if he wants and he does. He cums from fisting his cock that’s the only time his tongue slows down and gives you harder licks, desperate to let it all out but maintaining his duty to get you closer to your orgasm as well.

His hand is covered in cum unsure if you would let him he asks you with puppy eyes if he could still touch you with his filthy fingers.

”Hmn, go ahead.” You smile, finding his expression so hot as he looks so exhausted and content with just one orgasm. Your fingers curl in his hair scraping his scalp a little that only makes it harder for him to keep his eyes open. He always loved it when you played with his hair especially when he’s going down on you.

Taehyung rubs his cum coated fingers over your folds spreading the whiteness all over before collecting more from his oozing tip and pushing it into your hole. His wet fingers move with squelching noises but the loudest noise is your joint moans when he enters you. One finger is barely enough to sate you as you ask him to put another in, move it faster and harder. He obeys without you having to ask he could tell from the impatient hip thrusts that tried to push his fingers in deeper.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as Taehyung goes back to abusing your enlarged clit with his precision licks. Paired up with his fingers curling and thrusting just at the right speed and place it doesn’t take long for you to cum around his digits. He doesn’t let up his efforts unless you’re shaking and pulling away from overstimulation. He tries to clean you up even when his face becomes a wet mess in the process.

”So dirty.” You wipe his face with your thumb but the gesture does little to help him clean up. His cock is half hard as you wrap your fingers around it still wet from his previous release. ”I’m your dirty b-boy.” Taehyung holds onto your hips pushing his face into your stomach mumbling as you start a slow pace, pumping his length into fullness.

The whiny moans are subdued as he pushes his face more into your skin. Getting too hot to handle you let him go just enough that he could get rid of his last remaining clothes. ”Please, I’ll be real good. Your good boy. Fuck me, please. I don’t know how much more I can take.” Laying down naked on the couch his erection standing tall as he rests against the soft pillows he continues to beg and plead. Moving on top of him, you impatiently roll your hips trapping his cock between your stomachs the friction has his head thrown back and ask you desperately to finally fuck him.

”Fuck me, use me.” His voice cracks and raises as you keep grinding, his pleasure is getting desperate.

”I’m not going to use you this time.”You can feel his cock throbbing against your opening. Warm, hard and slick and the veins throb and pump all the blood into it. You can feel it pulse through the palm of your hand. You guide him into you slowly sitting down till each inch deeply penetrates you.

He barely registers your answer in his mind, confused his eyebrows furrow for a second before you show him the way. Firmly placing your hand on his back you arch it and replace the space with pillows until he’s almost half up.

”I won’t fuck you either.” You place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, whispering, moving down his chin and neck with more marks.

"Fucking you is no longer enough." Breathlessly rocking your hips back and forth you push his seated cock against your clamping walls. Tae squirms under you, and both of you pulse around each other.

His glassy eyes barely focus on your naked form towering over him. His heart is beating one mile per hour under your fingertips. "No, n-no. Please." He panics when he doesn't understand what you mean. Even if he tried with your teasing movements he couldn't do more than gasp and caress the skin on your hips and waist.

You silence him by sealing his lips with yours, your tongue prods into his mouth without resistance. Your passionate actions only rile him up further, his cock twitches inside you and he's barely able to kiss you back properly with his constant moans and whines interrupting. Your hot tongue steals his breath away as you chase his taste.

It makes you smile how he chases after you pull away. With your fingers, you kneed the flesh of his shoulders and arms giving it a few squeezes.

You kiss the corner of his pouty mouth and leave more traces behind on his neck and chest. Some slight movement of your hips is enough to make his back arch, he must be painfully hard right now.

"I'll move slow like this." True to your words you start moving slowly your hips going up and down on his cock, putting more strain on your thighs. Both of your palms are placed on his rapidly moving stomach for leverage. This way you feel him inside intensely the slow drag of his cock against your walls hits each nerve warming you up.

"Does it feel good making love to me?" Your moans mixed with your words against the shell of his ears almost make him blow his load at once. Taehyung takes in a shaky breath his fingers leave small dents on your skin as he holds you so tight, fighting against his need to cum. It’s the closest you’ve ever felt with him emotionally and physically.

Showing him is way more fun. "Yes, I love it. Don't stop, it feels so good. Yes, yes, yes."

Seeing how your words start to make sense in his head. He realises that you not wanting to use and fuck him would mean that this is going to be a new level at being intim with each other. He keeps chanting yes between desperate moans.

It's all new, there's no urgency in your hip rolls and if he conccentrates enough he could feel how you tighten around him when his curved tip hits a favourable spot, your warm wet pussy is practically shaped around his cock, you fit him like a glove only made for his size to satisfy you.

The veins lining his thick length and the pulsing is felt with every thrust.

"I can't hold it, it feels too good." Taehyung tries to stop your movements by digging his nails into your sides desperately but he doesn't have the strenght to halt your strokes when it feels so good.

He's not the only one feeling that way as your walls are getting tighter around him, you can feel the pleasure building with each drag of his cock. "Just a bit more." You mumble completely lost in the feeling at the moment. You barely register how he tenses up underneath you, trying to cater to your wishes.

"I-I can't," His tears are free falling at this point but even as he says continuosly that he can't he keeps holding it in as you ride him.

Caressing the back of his head you push his face into your neck holding him close as you feel yourself getting over the edge.

"Good boy, you can cum now." Giving him permission is all he needs to release his hot seed deep inside you, his cock throbs and pulses with his cum oozing out, your mixed fluids ruining the sofa beneath you.

"This was amazing." You sigh with a hint of satisfaction in your voice. Your light chuckle paints a smile on Taehyung's face. Nuzzles with his nose into your rapidly beating pulse point. He soothes your beating heart with wet kisses along your chest and neck.

"I love you." Drunk from his previous high Taehyung kisses the words into your skin, caresses your back with his big hands shaping soothing circles with his fingers as you both calm down.

"I love you too," Taehyung freezes hearing your confession. This is the first time you ever said that to him. He actually start contemplating in his head if he just imagined it but when your gazes met he became sure he heard you right. You looked at him with such a tender gaze that he practically melted into you.

He held you close to his chest and you hugged him back just as strongly.

"Love your cock too." With a little smirk you kiss the corner of his lips, the little confession is enough to stir him up. Realising that he's still inside you with his cum slowly dripping from your hole it helps little to keep himself composed. Sex always feels good with you, you just know what he likes without him having to explicitly tell you. Everytime he thinks it cannot get any better it just does.

"Did you have fun?" It's a lighthearted question as you wipe his tears away and he chuckles when you pepper his face with small kisses.

"I always do." Taehyung kisses you back, slowly pushing his tongue into your mouth to convey his sincere feelings. "No matter what you do I'll always love you. You can hit me, curse me, yell at me."

His confession should be alerting. No one should tolerate being hit or disrespected but it does make you feel calm. Knowing that he will never leave you.

Jin:

Is either the sweetest, best behaved baby boy or an absolute brat, depending on his mood.

Loves to run his mouth just to get a rise out of you, whining and complaining about your teasing, but turns into absolutely mush once you get him under you.

Likes when you tie him to the headboard and jerk him off while sitting on his lap, close enough to still kiss him but not letting him touch yet, letting him cry into your neck when he finally cums all over your hand.

He’s so loud and whiny, it almost sounds like he’s singing until his voice cracks.

Someone mentioned this on his nsfw list, and I had to mention it here, he has a slight oral fixation and needs access to your chest while you ride him, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks(which he says he’s sorry for, but you know he isn’t really)

Lowkey masochistic and enjoys punishments, loving when you mark and scratch him up, or edge him till he cries.

But what he really loves when you just ride him soft and slow, moving just fast enough to make him needy, but not letting him cum, edging you both till he’s desperate and pleading to cum.

Yoongi:

Turns into the sweetest, vulnerable little kitten. You can always tell when he’s feeling subby from the way he buries his face in your chest or your neck, in both sexual and nonsexual situations. He's just so soft and just wants to be taken care of(pls protect him🥺)

So fucking whiny, but he tries to muffle them, biting his lip and scrunching his face up so hard, he almost looks in pain(until you bite/suck the sweet spot on his neck and he just starts wailing).

Prefers things to be half kinky, half vanilla(the vanilla stuff is always what makes him cum tho)

Like, he enjoys when you’re mean and tease him, but he really can’t handle much degradation, so it needs to be combined with a lot of sweet words and kisses.

Cries so prettily when you peg/breed him.

Is slightly embarrassed at how quickly he cums from thigh riding, hiding his face in your neck as his hips stutter against you.

Needs a fair bit of aftercare to ground him and help him come back down, mainly just sitting and holding each other.

Hobi:

Ooh the range of this boy😍, he's always so bright and eager, and tries so hard to be a good boy it’s almost painful, how could you not reward him?🥺

Loves it when you’re rough with him, wanting you to slap, scratch, mark, and degrade him, etc. He’ll take it all with a smile.

Tie him up and and tease him by making him watch while you touch yourself, his poor cock twitching and leaking with every noise you make(he may have broken a chair from pulling so hard on his restraints)

Absolutely melts tho when you’re soft with him, holding his hands while you ride him, caressing his arms and chest while leaving kisses all over his face.

Loves it when you edge and overstimulate him.

Needs lots of cuddles and praise afterwards, usually falls asleep on your chest.

He's just so cute and needy, literally everything you do turns him on. You’re cuddling? He’s hard. Dancing around the kitchen? Hard. Folding laundry? Hard.

Loves when you do extra little things to take care him or buy him lil gifts, it makes him feel special and appreciated!

Namjoon:

Honestly, it takes so much work for him to let go and fall into a sub headspace, but once he does, he turns into such a clingy baby.

Like normally he looks kinda intimidating, but deep down he’s just a giant teddy bear.

You’re gonna need the cuffs for this one, for multiple reasons.

He gets so impatient sometimes and almost involuntarily tries to take over, bucking up into you or gripping your hands/hips to guide your movements.

He literally has to have his hands on you at all times, whether that grasping at your waist hips, groping your chest, or just holding your hands(not letting him touch you in one the biggest punishments for him)

Will actually beg to taste you or for you to ride his face, like he needs to be between your thighs, however brief it may be, or he’ll sulk.

As vocal as he is when he doms, he goes almost non-verbal when he’s really in sub-space, only letting out little whimpers and whines of your name.

Actually prefers looking after you during aftercare to help him come down, needs a fair bit of reassurance afterwards. “Did I do good?”(of course you did, you djehfksjdkwjf)

Jimin:

The best behaved boy. Choke him, cuff him, blindfold him, he’ll take whatever you give him and say thank you🥺

Not exactly a brat, but he can’t resist making sassy little comments to rile you up sometimes when he wants to be punished.

On the flip side, he’s very much a people pleaser and has a massive praise kink, so he needs to hear that he’s doing good and making you happy.(could probably cum untouched from just you petting and praising him)

Lets out the prettiest whines and moans when you ride or peg him

Loves dressing up for you, whether in pretty little lingerie pieces, or a shirt/outfit in your favorite color for date night.

Lowkey sugarbaby vibes. He gets so blushy and smiley when you buy him lil gifts like jewelry or accessories and always makes sure to wear them for you cause he’s your pretty little baby.

Has a slight oral fixation and tends to fall asleep while sucking on your chest, fingers, or even your neck.

Taehyung:

Puppy. Just an absolute puppy, like actually call him that pls, he will dissolve.

He is slightly into petplay, but nothing too extreme, mainly just a pretty collar for you to pull him around by or to hold onto while he rides your strap-on.

Definitely has his bratty moments every now and then, but he really can’t handle a lot of punishment, so he’s always super apologetic.

Lowkey voyeuristic, loves the idea of someone seeing or overhearing the two of you together and just how much of a mess you make him.

Dresses up for you, whether that’s lingerie or just a sweater you really like on him(tho he will come to you wearing nothing but that, like a reverse of the ‘wearing their shirt’ thing)

He's surprisingly good at keeping edged and overstimulated, so he can handle and actually really likes long, drawn out handjobs.

Really likes non-sexual shows of dominance from you. Like when you treat him to meals/drinks, or hold onto him to guide him around, it makes him feel cared for.😊

Jungkook:

Right on the line between good boy and brat. He likes to run his mouth and challenge you, but once you start doling out punishments, he turns into the softest baby. “I’m sorry Jagi, I’ll be good, I promise. Please still let me cum!”🥺

Super unsubtle and touchy when he’s in a subby mood(tho, he’s not exactly subtle the rest of the time either, so), kneading your hips as he grinds against you, pleading softly for you to please come help take care of his ‘problem’.

So fucking squirmy, he can’t keep still even if he tried, hips bucking and twitching involuntarily with every little touch.

He’s just soo sensitive and cums super fast whenever he subs.

He’s very middle ground on kinks and everything. He likes a lot of the harder stuff like bondage and degradation, but he needs some softer treatment mixed in and a lot of aftercare to balance out or else he’ll feel bad.

He actually really loves it tho when you make him cry from teasing and overstimulation.

Lowkey loves when you look after him in non sexual ways, making sure he’s alright and letting your protective side show through.

“What are you in the mood for, hm? Eggs? A muffin?” She opens your off-white fridge and rummages through it. There really isn’t much in there but you can see she’s smiling ear to ear, tapping her fingers on the fridge door and standing on the tips of her toes. You often wonder why she’s always in a good mood but you suppose you don’t always need a reason to be happy. Maybe she’s feeling content because nothing wrong has happened. Right now, at 9 in the morning, you want to complain and then stew in your pot of thoughts. You have a meeting planned with Yoongi and you have no idea what should be on the agenda. Of course you have a great variety of ideas but not specifically for someone who’s more of a beginner like Yoongi. You even think you went a little hardcore on him in your most recent session.

“Can I just get some tea for now?” You finally reply.

Mi-na tilts her head but turns around to turn on the electric kettle. “What’s on your mind?”

Of course you can never keep anything away from her. She majored in psychology and she was always the top of her class. 

She’s subtly shaking her hips to the blasting music of an apartment down the hall. You gave up on trying to complain about them for a while now.

You’re distracted from the task at hand. 

“Well, remember I was talking about my new client?” 

She nods, “The one you said you were worried about because he was a total beginner? I told you that you should have just offered me. I know you’re uncomfortable with beginners.”

“Based on what he filled out on the form, I was fully expecting him to have experience. You should’ve seen him, Mi-na. He doesn’t look submissive in the slightest. I thought he was joking at first.”

Mi-na scoffed, “There goes you and your drawing to conclusions. So, what’s the issue?”

“I don’t know where to go from here to be fully honest.” And then you tell her what you HAVE done, assuming she can work from there.

She takes out a cup from your cabinet and pours out hot water, plopping a teabag in it and looks you in your eyes. “Hm…why don’t you touch him properly? Beginners feel better when something more familiar is implemented in play. I’m sure you can work your way from there, you know. I think that once you are both comfortable, you can start implementing the things you like to do like shibari, general bondage, sensory deprivation, edging, all of that.” 

You nod. Of course. You have to be the more confident one in this relationship. After all, he is the one paying you for it. 

“So what made him stand out?”

“What do you mean?” You reply, eyebrows knitting.

She lets out a short laugh, “C’mon. You never talk to me about your clients. I was a bit surprised by how much you talked about and described this new guy.”

“Like I said, you have to see him to understand where I’m from. He’s this guy with a composed look, stylish, tattoos all down his arms–”

“So? You’ve had hardcore bikers and models under you. What makes him different?”

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek. You knew exactly what made him different. You just don’t want to admit it to Mi-na just yet. Instead, you’re fiddling with the tail end of your tea bag, watching the water turn into a deeper red color.

-

When Mi-na leaves, you make your way to your bathtub. Walking into there is a bit of a pain nowadays since water covers the tiled floor and you’ve constantly found yourself too sluggish to lay a bunch of towels down. There, plunge your hands into the dark red water of the tub. You pull out the bunch of ropes you had just bought, feeling the texture on your fingers and then you drain the water, rinsing out the excess dye. You pull it out of the tub finally, the water making it a bit heavier and then you loosely coiled it on a specially made drying rack. 

-

Then, here you were, standing in your closet and deciding what heels would be best for tonight. Something more comfortable or something more sexy? Why is this something you’ve been deciding on for as long as you have? You barely have an hour left and you’re thinking so critically about which shoe to wear on your next meeting. Something tells you that you need to keep your mind on what’s important: Keeping Min Yoongi satisfied. 

So you pick a simple pair of black heels with comfortable soles and make your way out your front door. 

When you arrive at the restaurant, you arrive 10 minutes earlier than you should be. You tell the host about your specific and private reservation. This is a place more familiar with your line of work and more specifically, in a collaboration with the company you work under. So, it’s no surprise when you’re led to a luxurious booth covered with maroon velvet seats and with foldable panels, separating you from the rest of the public. Here, there’s menus with small and fancy writing and no price next to the variety. There’s cherry blossoms decorating the walls and a dim but warm light hanging from the top. 

You’re sitting close to the kitchen so you can smell all different varieties of aromas from food that vary from pasta to creamy sauces. You haven’t been here in a long time so you were looking forward to this. 

Speaking of looking forward to something, that’s when Yoongi takes the corner and sees you sitting there with crossed legs and the small wave of your manicured nails. He takes a seat at the booth across from you, looking how he always does: calm and collected. 

“I’m glad you found the place alright. I know the further you get to the back, the harder it is to navigate. The host and hostess often don’t come back here...” You start, trailing off. You’re looking at him with a piercing stare because he looks good enough to eat. His sleeves are rolled up and one button is down in a normal, white button-up shirt. His belt really shows his hips and his suit pants make his legs look nice and slender. Did he dress up just for you? You clear your throat. “How have you been?”

When you look closer, you can see the shade of Yoongi’s ears turn a nice pink and it sparks up your confidence. “I’ve been fine. Just a long day…So…” and he mutters something you can’t hear. It’s obviously aimed towards you by the way he meets your eyes but you can’t quite hear him. 

“Speak up?” 

“I asked…what’s on the agenda for today?”

“After dinner, we’re heading to your place but after that, it’s a surprise. You like surprises don’t you?”

He lets out a scoff, “I do but it takes a lot to surprise me.” 

“Humor me.” You pick up the menu. “I’m paying so choose whatever you’d like.”

His lips twitch a bit, “Aren’t I paying you? Why are you paying?”

You hush him.

You choose one of your favorite things from the menu and as he’s ordering, you pretend to accidentally slide your foot up his leg. He does spring up a bit but he keeps his expression flat. You mutter an apology but don’t bother to try to hide the small smile that creeps up your lips. The waiter seems submerged in every word Yoongi communicates to him. You look back at your menu but in the corner of your eye, you can see his eyes flicker down to your foot that is a bit too close to his side of the table. He doesn’t acknowledge it outloud but his gaze lingers and then he shifts his weight from one leg to the other before finishing his order. Once the waiter leaves, Yoongi places his elbows on the table with raised brows.

“You gonna try anything else here?” He asks. His lips quirk up just for a moment.

“You should take your elbows off the table. That isn’t very proper.”

Instead of answering his actual question, you offer him a small smirk. Your heel is nudging his leg playfully. There’s an anticipation between you two. The sexual tension is becoming thick and as you reach over and grab his hand in yours, you can feel the goosebumps raise on him. He’s nervous when his mind is submerged in possibilities of what your surprise may be and you can read him like a book, even when he’s just giving you a blank expression. 

Your fingers interlock on the table and you think about your first impression of him. He’s looking at you and slowly, you can tell he’s cracking. He takes a deep breath as tension grows and you slide your foot up until it’s resting on his knee. Then it goes back down to the carpeted floor. You want to tease him more. As your foot retreats, his eyes glaze over. Your foot returns to the floor and his gaze snaps back to yours, while you start up a new conversation and you can see the slightest hint of disappointment in his expression. He quickly masks it, however, and clears his throat.

“I think you’re easily surprised. You just choose not to show it to many but…I believe I can wrap you around my fingers.” You say, taking a sip of water.

The waiter returns with a basket of bread and a small dish full of seasoned olive oil for dipping. He leaves quickly after. Yoongi keeps his eyes on you. When he goes for a piece of bread, that’s when you decide to move your leg up until it’s at his inner thigh. His hand stops in mid-air as your foot drags up until it’s touching his crotch. 

“What am I feeling here, hm?”

He swallows hard, his eyes widening slightly as he feels your foot against him. He tries to steady his shaking fingers. "I…uhm…I don't know what you mean."

You press harder and he can’t help the breathy sigh he releases from the sudden pressure. He pushes himself closer. 

“I think you do. I think you have been anticipating something.” Your smile is kind but your tone is sultry, low. He’s having this conflict in his mind between keeping up his facade to keep cool or to give in and beg you to stop your torture. He thinks he can last longer but he’s burning up so he pops open a button. 

Watching him attempt to compose himself is more fun than you expected it to be. His heart even jumps out of his chest when the waiter comes back with your food. That’s when your foot starts moving and he’s feeling so much that he’s getting lightheaded. 

“Maybe we should get this to go? You look a bit tired, Yoongi.”

He presses his lips together. "I'm fine," he manages to say, his voice strained. You can see the vein on his neck popping with the effort of keeping himself under control. It doesn’t last long because as soon as the waiter walks away and there’s steaming plates of food in your faces, he’s holding your hand tighter. “Please?”

You raise your eyebrows and have to clench your legs closed, “I don’t know what you mean?” You echo his words back at him.

“You’re mean.” You can see the way the side of his lips quirk up into a smirk. “Okay, I think we should go.”

So you do. Your untouched food goes in boxes and you send your regards to the owner of the restaurant. When you make it back to Yoongi’s place, you can tell he’s nervous by the way his hands tremble when he brings out his keys to open the door. You lay your hand on his and help steady him. It’s when you start laying light kisses on his neck that he goes weak under your touch. You feel as if you’re sucking his energy from the way he lets out this deep exhale.

The door turns open and he stumbles in with you. His jacket is off and on the floor before you even make it to the living room. His breathes out in short and shallow gasps. His hands make their way in your hair when you find a particular part that gets him rowdy and suck on it. His back meets the couch and his knees buckle. 

He gets confused you don’t come down with him. You don’t bother to fix your hair but you take off your own jacket slowly and get his remote from the coffee table. 

“What should we watch…?” You’re acting as if nothing happened just a couple of seconds ago and as if he’s not half hard in his pants. 

He whimpers your name to get your attention. You turn to look at him and sit down right beside him. Just by the way you look at him, he know you’re not going to give in until he does first and if there’s anything Yoongi is confident about, it’s his stubbornness. So he gives you a movie recommendation and then you lean back and watch it together. 

However, as much as Yoongi wants to calm down, he can’t stop looking at you. You’re dressed like the goal was to tempt him and he’s wondering if this torture was his surprise. The movie begins, but Yoongi's eyes are not on the screen. He’s taking in every detail of your appearance. Your outfit, while it looks comfortable, leaves little to the imagination and Yoongi can't help but feel himself getting more and more worked up as the minutes pass by. He can’t stop shuffling by the time half an hour goes by.

His hand lands on your thigh to your surprise. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

His lips are shut but his eyes are begging. 

“That’s not exactly what I want and you know that…” You move his hand away with little regard for where it goes. 

You look away but it’s quick when he takes hold of your waist. You’re on his lap almost immediately and you’re caught off guard for a just a moment. 

“I thought we were going to watch a movie but you just can’t hold yourself back, hm? If you’re having so much trouble focusing, maybe we can do something else?” You guess he can win this time.

He stopped himself from eagerly nodding, “That would be nice…” He mumbles back.

You lean closer to him and grab his wrists, holding them together up above his head.  While that hand is holding his arms away from touching you again, the other unzips his pants. 

“Is this your surprise?” He lays his head back with a huff. 

You pull out his cock, twitching in your palm. As you begin to stroke him, you start talking. “Let’s set some rules. I want you to last until I say you can. No touching and think about your behavior. I think that if you were more avid, I would be nicer.”

He finally lets out a full blown groan, the same sound reverberating down your body and all along your skin. For as long as he’s had this boner, he’s so sensitive.

“I don’t know how long I can l-last for.” He thrusts into your hand. 

“C’mon playboy…” You let go of his arms and instead grip his jaw. The way you’re treating him has him submerged into what feels like paradise. He feels as if he’s been placed in a place where he does not have to think about anything but you and the way you skillfully make him feel. “You don’t last and there’s going to be an issue, understood?” Your voice is raised just a bit. He’s hesitant to admit that your voice turns him on in itself.

“Yes…” He replies with, hands lowering to take handfuls of his couch as you continue to stroke him at the same torturous pace. 

“Yes, who?” Your grip tightens.

He moans out a blended mess of, “Yes mistress.”

You smirk at his response, “Better.” You’re pleased with his obedience so as a little reward, you lean close to his ear and the heat of your breath causes shivers to run down his body. If there’s anything that Yoongi has learned in your sessions, it’s that he’s definitely more submissive than he ever was dominant. He’s never felt so embarrassed about how he might cum soon if he doesn’t think of something else before and sure, pussy feels good but when he’s been edged for what feels like centuries, he gets desperate. He likes seeing how satistsfied you are, how much you feel from making him feel good. 

You turn him to lay down on the couch just like how it was before when you discovered his seriously sensitive nipples. Only, this time, youre sitting on his face in a pencil skirt. Coming to a conclusion that he feels the most satistisfied when you are, it’s now a new torture to feel you stroking his cock while you’re needy and shuffling on his face. You gather saliva up in the cheeks of your mouth and spit a glop on your hand, using that to  guide your hand in a more slick handjob.

His words and sounds are muffled under your skirt. His mind drifts off to when you made him cum before without even touching his dick.  

“Hm?” You ask him, leaning off of his face for a moment.

“Can I…”

 "Can you what?"

Yoongi swallows hard, his face flushed beneath your skirt. "Can I taste you?" He asks softly, pleading you for permission.

You think for a moment, considering his request. You know how wet you are right now but…“No. You can’t.”

“Please?” He’s getting whiny, out of his typical deadpan character. 

Watching him beg only makes you want to get more mean, more cruel. You finally quicken your pace and instead of answering him with another denial, you sit back down on his face, only with more pressure and he’s damn near suffocating under it. All he can breathe in is the smell of your arousal and feel the limit of how much air his lungs can take. There’s some breathability when you open your legs but sometimes you shut them and practically suffocate him with your thighs. He’s way too into it and he twitches in your hand like crazy. It’s invigorating and pretty soon, he’s getting louder under your skirt. Every once in a while, you lift off of him to give him one big breath before he’s back. 

So it’s a wonder with all the air you give him, why he grabs onto your hips when you explicitly told him not to.

You let go of his dick, wetly hitting his stomach and you lift yourself up again. There’s a mix of amusement and annoyance in your tone and even in your expression, “Didn’t I tell you not to touch me?” Your voice is cold and now, Yoongi can feel it. He can feel a slither of fear run down him and it does nothing but fuel his fantasies and increase his desire for you. He’s gotten himself enamered with you by now. If you react this way, he’s thinking that maybe he should do it more often; acting out and seeing how you punish him. 

“‘M sorry…” He apologizes but any one would be able to tell that it was lackluster, pathetic. 

So he admits he’s surprised when you land a slap on his dick. He thrusts up but is confused why. It burns at first but the shock of pleasure is addicting. His fingers are tingling and his brain is clouded. “Fuck–I’m sorry…” He says it again but it’s even weaker than the first one. It’s not on purpose though, he just can’t think straight anymore. 

You slap it again and the moan he lets out is damn near angelic. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now and it threatens to soak through your skirt if it’s already through your underwear. “Oh…seems like you’re more of a masochist than I thought you were. You’re getting off to this, aren’t you?”

He shivers under your touch once you take his dick in your hand again. A mix of pleasure and pain courses through his body and before he can open his mouth and admit it, a moan comes out instead, gushing pre-cum as you slap it once more. 

“I’m–I’m gonna cum.” And he says your name with such a shaky breath that you actually think he’s scared to cum.

“No, you aren’t.” You state matter-of-factly. “You’re gonna hold it for me and make up for your mistakes, aren’t you Min Yoongi?”

He whimpers but nods. There’s pressure building up in the pit of his stomach, the need to release almost unbearable but he doesn’t want to disobey you even more. 

You lean back down so he can tell there’s new arousal, thick and heavier than before. “Good boy,” You whisper.

You can feel his chest vibrate at his groan. After multiple sessions, of course you could tell he liked praise and you found it amusing how much it affected him.  

His words are muffled but he gets more and more despreate as you stroke him harder, tighter, faster. His tip is this bright and pretty shade of pink from your treatment. The last thing on your mind at this point is treating him kindly. It’s when you use your other hand to rub his tip that he really can’t stop moving. You watch and feel him squirm beneath you as you continue. Then you twist your torso and grab a handful of his hair, pulling him back slightly. The breath that touches your skin is quick and hot, chest heaving with every pant.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

His ears perk up and he lets out this long and low moan as you pull his hair and give him your final command. It’s like a switch flips in him as he bucks his hips and gets closer to your masterful touch. There’s sweat down his stomach as he trembles and rolls his eyes back. 

You keep stroking him and nudge yourself off of his face. “Let go for me. Focus.”

You know he’s stuck at this moment and he just needs a little nudge. That’s what your words do to him and he finally bursts, cumming all over your hand and on his stomach. He’s heaving so hard that you go into aftercare mode immediately. When he’s done. You come off of him and hold his face in yours. Even when his forehead is sweaty, you press it to yours. 

“Breathe…You did so good for me, Yoongi. So good.” 

He’s almost completely limp in your hold but you can see his smile. He’s already starting to feel achey everywhere even when you just finished and that lets him know that he’s going to feel this even more in the morning. He only starts talking when his breath is nearly calm and he’s realizing how dirty he is. Sweat all over his body and he hadn’t taken off most of his clothes. There’s cum on his stomach and dried up tears on his cheeks. You’re flattered.

“Fucking hell…” He mumbled. He whinces as he hears how raspy his voice is. 

You kiss his cheek, noticing a nice purple mark on his neck. “Did I go too hard on you?” You ask him, taking his safety into mind.

He laughs, “Honestly, if you keep doing things like that to me, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

You both laugh. “Where’s your towels?”

He points to a closed door, “In the bathroom, in the closet next to the sink.”

So you make your way there. You find the closet and take out a rag but before you can close the closet, your eyes catch on a black box. Curiosity takes the best of you and you open it just for a peak inside. 

You find a variety of women’s clothes. Cute turtle necks, skirts, knee-high socks, the works. Your jaw drops. This could mean so many things depending on which way you plan to look at this from. 

When you come back to him, he’s completely calm but just uncomfortable. You bring a bowl of warm water and a rag and wipe him down, assuming he doesn’t want to make his way to the bathroom. He looks at you through it all and feels himself overwhelmed with a certain feeling. Maybe he’s just horny again but the silence is sweet and he doesn’t want to do anything but look at your face. His blinks are slow and eventually, he starts to feel really sleepy. 

“I’m just gonna get you some new underwear and then we can make our way to your  bed, okay?” You’re kinder with him now that he’s completely weak. 

He feels a bit fresher and knows he’ll have to shower later tomorrow but he feels nice when you lay with him on his bed. You play with his hair with let him lay between your breasts, gentle in reflection to how you treated it before. When he falls asleep, you slowly move his arm from on your hip and make your way out of his home. 

You’re chewing on your lips as your mind is busy with other thoughts. What was up with that black box? 

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"I'll call you if I have any updates." Your door swings open and your client swiftly walks out as you wave goodbye. Jimin’s eyes sparkle as soon as they land on you, smile widen when you step next to him to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. The office is so use to your PDA that no one even bats an eyes when it happens.

“hey petal. lunch time already?”

He nods, taking your hand to let tug him inside of your office. It only takes you seconds to pull your blinds close as your lips immediately latch to his. He moans into it and walks you back toward your desk. He lifts you to get you to sit on it but you growl when you almost knock the folders and computer on the floor.

“Careful, Petal.”

“Sorry, darling.” He gasps the moment you start kissing down his neck to make your way to his chest. “f-fuck. right now?”

“I missed you.”

"I missed you to but you have a client after our lunch break-"

"I do." You chuckle, seeing how flustered he's becoming. "Do you not want it?"

"I do! Fuck, I do I just don't want to get you in trouble."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Sugar." You wink as you notice his breath hitching the second you grab his cock through his pants. "You just worry about cumming for me."

"Shit..." He nods, unbuttoning your blouse to see your breast sitting so pretty in your bra. God, he wants to mark you so everyone will know what the two of you were doing but he also doesn’t want people to see how gorgeous you look with his marks.

“Petal?”

“Hm?” He tugs you into his chest to kiss you again as you giggle into his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m starving.” Your voice so soft but sultry and velvety, he finds himself melting. You continue to rub him through his pants as you nibble on his earring, his body involuntarily shuttering from the feeling.

"You're going to be the death of me.” He whines when you finally stick your hand in his slacks to continue to lazily stroke him. He closes his eyes before opening them to see you looking at him with so much love and admiration. His heart is going to burst!

“What did you want to eat?” You ask, getting down on your knees to unbutton his pants. They’re on the floor in a instant as you mouth at his cock through his underwear as he hisses.

“I-I don’t know.“

“You don’t know?” You tease, practically ripping his boxers down his legs to see his cock sitting so pretty against his abdomen. “Or you can’t think right now?”

Jimin whines when you roll your tongue from the tip of his cock to his balls and back. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he widens his legs for you to fit in. His mind can’t think of food when your mouth feels so good teasing him.

“You know what I want to eat?”

He shakes his head because no, he doesn’t. He has a clue but you’re practically ruining him right now so he'll give you anything you want.

“No?”

“No…” He shakes his head again, earning a little chuckle from you as you kiss your way up his body. He’s hyper aware that you’re still in your office, neither of you locked the door because, so what? Is it unprofessional? Sure but maybe they should learn to knock before entering. "W-What did you want to eat?"

"You." You grin the moment suck the tip again and Jimin knows he's not going to last much longer. The sad part, you're literally teasing him. "I going to make you cum down my throat, baby. You want that? You're going to be good for me and do that?"

"Fuck Yes," He groans, places his hand on the side of your face, careful not to mess up your makeup more than you have as he leans in for another kiss.

God, he loves kissing you.

“I want you so fucking bad.”

“I know you do Petal. We'll have to wait for that.” You start to stroke his cock as his head falls back against the leather seat. You’re going to be the death of him. “We don't have much time."

“Shit...”

You smirk, immediately taking his cock in your mouth. It’s so wet and warm, he feels himself melting into the chair as your mouth works it's magic. He knows he can relax to let you take care of him. Although, he feels the urge to buck his hips but he stops himself when he takes your hand in his.

“So fucking good...” He whimpers, feeling the way your tongue swirls around the tip. How you suck the pre-cum out of it and how deep you take him. He can feel himself hitting the back of your throat and it felt like heaven. That’s the only thing he can think of when he thinks about sex with you. “You’re going to make me cum…”

“Yeah?” You grin, releasing him from your mouth but you continue to jack him off. You press your forehead against his as you keep eye contact, seeing the moment his eyes glaze over. “You’re gonna cum, petal? Gonna cum all over my tits and mark them as yours?”

“I am… god, I’m so close… please, please!”

“Or do you wanna cum down my throat? Want me to swallow everything you give me?”

Jimin chest heaves the closer he gets to his orgasm. Both options sound fucking phenomenal and he can’t think of which one he wants to do more.

Hell, he can’t think of anything at all, to be honest.

“I’m cumming…” His head falls back against the chair as one hand grips the arm of the chair, the other grips your wrist to get you to slow down. Especially once you put your mouth on the tip to suck off everything he’s given you. “S-sensitive.”

You smile and lean forward to drown him in your love. He kisses you back, holding you as close as he can. This time he can taste himself as you swap cum and saliva, hearing him moan your name.

Once you pull away, he faintly opens his eyes just as he sees you swallow the rest.

“Fuck…” Jimin breathing grows heavy but he finally comes down from his high once lean back.

"Good?"

"Amazing."

You stand to your feet to go grab his pants but what you don’t expect to see is your assistant, standing with her eyes wide at the door.

“Binna?" You clear your throat as she glances up at you, her eyes widening in surprise. She looks between you and the back of Jimin's head, noticing he hasn't turned around either. "Can I help you?”

“I got your c-coffee- shit…” She scurries to close the door and you know you’re going to have to talk to her.

“I think we scarred the poor girl,” Jimin chuckles but you frown, knowing there’s more to it than that.

You also wonder how much the others heard since she had the door open.

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