A Door in my Heart (18+ only)

Smiling brightly at his bowed reflection in the full-length mirror by the closet, your eyes then flicker down to where the adorable little pink dildo fit into the contraption around your hips was sitting snug inside Jeongguk's ass. He'd taken the 5 inch sparkly thing so well, lubed up and clenching, even though he blushed the entire time and couldn't stop moaning or laughing as you prepped him for it. Lots of kisses. Lots of fingers and tongue and whimpers and whines.

You reach around his hip with your right hand and find his cock, twitching hard in your grip as you lean into him with your pelvis, pressing deep as you can get. He gasps again and his eyes shoot open and meet yours in the mirror.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum!" It's almost comical, the look of shock on his face as he declares this, and you giggle and squeeze with both hands now, a fist full of his ass in one and his leaking cock in the other.

"Cum when you wanna." You tell him, "This is for you, baby."

"You haven't even fucked me properly," He's blushing again, keeping himself up on one hand and using his right to drag yours away from his cock, twitching with sensitivity, "I don't want to cum yet."

Your lips find his pulse as you lean over him, kissing and soothing and tasting across his skin to the back of his neck, the hard pane of muscles that bunch between his shoulder blades, bending and kissing low down his spine as you can reach without pulling your hips away from the way you're pressed so snug against him.

"We can make it last long as you want." You assure him, "I love this, too."

"Really?" A fleeting smile, one he hides by ducking his head again, but he's so cute on his hands and knees like this that you could go for hours, if he wanted you to. Instead, he's hopeful and embarrassed at the same time as he asks you, "Can you fuck me, noona? Slow...I want to feel you move inside me so bad, but I don't want to cum yet..."

"Anything, baby," You coo, hands smoothing down his back until you can grip his tiny waist, eyes flaring at the way he's built so perfect for something like this - for holding, and stroking, and pleasing. "You're so good for me, Jeongguk. I'll give you anything you want."

Slowly, you find a rhythm working the strap-on into your boyfriend. It's a little bit awkward, the jerky movements of you both as he's a bit resistant and you're both a little fearful, but there was never any pain. Never any gasps of discomfort. Only a pleasant stretch and an even pleasanter fullness, followed by the most pleasant friction of all. You know it well, your body finds it easily after the first couple of fumbled strokes, but it's there between you, as ever, simple and new and exciting and so, so good.

You're still going slowly, however, as requested, testing different angles, leaning back a bit or draping over his sweaty back to kiss his cheek and his neck, but he's beginning to squirm under you more and more, so you keep your spine straight and you lean with your hips, and hold tight to his slick skin, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep him still, keep him against you while you fuck the pink dildo into him.

"Harder," Jeongguk pleads, "I can take it, I want it, please please plea-oh, fuck! Fuck!"

Your hips snap quicker mid sentence to give him what he wants and yet again, his eyes fly open and briefly meet your own in the mirror before he's trailing them all over the scene - watching you watch him, watching his cock bob under him, spilling cum on the sheets, your body thrusting and grinding and slapping against his ass. He arches his back and takes it in deeper, and his eyes squeeze shut as he cums way sooner than what he wanted to.

"Fuck." He curses, annoyed for a moment before you pet his back with a laugh and he lets himself smile ruefully.

"We can always do it again." You remind him, "Anytime, baby."

"Really?" He winces as you slip the toy free from his hole, and you tumble to the bed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and kisses. "You don't mind?" He asks, to be sure.

"I liked it a lot." You assure him easily, "It turned me on even more than I thought."

"Oh yeah?" His hand dips down to the toy, fingers skimming past the strap that tucks under you and feels the wetness pooling there. He hums appreciatively, lips on your neck, "Maybe we can try another position next time." He muses.

"Like what?" You smile, letting him push you over onto your back and his hips part your thighs to make room for his body, all hard, bulky muscles and after-tremors from his sudden, intense release moments ago.

He sits back on his heels and, with your strap bobbing in the air, shoves your legs back to expose your sex. His cock is only half hard but it's enough that, coupled with your slickness, he presses inside of you easily.

i have a Lot of notes and have been working diligently on this idea with the intent, of course, to share here once it's completed (or nearer to completion at least) but the help i need would entail:

a friend who wouldn't mind if i bounced a few iffy ideas off of them, read some Very Rough first drafts, and help with correcting grammar / inconsistencies? 🙏

i have 9 chapters in mind, one for each member, so this is a bigger project than the usual pwp drabbles that ive typically posted here! 😩

also pls note the following trigger warning!! this fic has some darker elements/themes, and of course will be rated Mature or 18+, so please do not message me in regards to this if you are uncomfortable reading about/discussing any of the following:

Being into your friend’s boyfriend was wrong, you knew that.

Wanting to fuck him? That was just vile.

Still, it wasn’t something that you could help. It wasn’t like you could magically stop thinking the dude was the hottest man that’s ever graced planet Earth or stop wondering how it would feel to even touch him. It just wasn’t happening, your mind wasn’t letting go.

Of course, you’d never act on those urges. It was fine, you were used to it. Hana always got the best of the best and you were stuck with the rest—that was actually a running joke between the two of you, friends from elementary school.

She, an attractive rich girl who loved to experiment, mostly because she always got everything she wanted and quickly got bored of it. Because of this, she always tried to find new things to try and rebel against her family. You, on the other hand, never felt as attractive or wealthy as her, least of all adventurous.

While Hana was no stranger to one-night stands, threesomes, and things you blushed even hearing about, you stuck to monogamy and sex with people you had at least some kind of feelings for. Well, almost always.

You rarely felt crazy attraction towards someone, so you dated guys who seemed nice and thoughtful. Sex was secondary anyway, right?

You’d never even met a guy who could get you to have an orgasm and you knew it was all in your head. Hana told you so herself—it’s not the guy’s fault you can’t relax. Just tell him what you want and he’ll do it and get you to come. If you just lay there and let him play, he’ll never get it right.

She was wise, you had to give her that, but it just wasn’t happening for you, mostly because you were never that sexually attracted to guys you dated in the first place.

You rarely felt that towards anyone, until you met Hana’s new toy, Jungkook.

Usually, Hana dated really hot guys that quite frankly disgusted you. They were mostly full of themselves, the real bad-boy type that her father hated, but she seemed to be having fun, so you weren’t going to talk her out of it. Besides, she was never the one to get hurt in those flings of hers, so there was nothing to worry about. The point was, these guys were just not your type.

This time, it was different.

When she introduced you to Jungkook, which happened on their first date, surprisingly, your breath hitched in your throat. How wouldn’t it?

He was tall, dark-haired, attractive with a killer smile, huge eyes, and a rarely seen charisma. You were having coffee with her before her date and he arrived early, so you couldn’t avoid shaking his hand and meeting him.

To your surprise, Jungkook asked you to stay with them for a while, so you did, trying so fucking hard not to drool right in front of your friend and her date. You never did get why he wanted you to stay for an hour during their first date because it was real torture. Of course, you were happy that your friend scored a date with a guy that handsome and charming. On the other hand, you were jealous because you couldn’t do the same.

What was even worse was that Hana not only slept with him that same day but told you all about it. Jungkook was not only charming and attractive but he could also make her come and was hung. Life just wasn’t fair for you, it seemed.

Five days later, Hana told you that you were coming with her to a party where she’d meet up with Jungkook. You were totally against the idea, mostly because you didn’t want to be the third wheel, but also because you didn’t want to be close to Jungkook again and smell his cologne and think about him fucking you, but there was no saying no to Hana, so you had no choice.

Jungkook brought a friend, Taehyung, and even though he was also nice and charming, you couldn’t even focus on him when he was right next to Jungkook.

What was even worse was that Taehyung and Hana were in the mood for dancing, so they spent most of the night doing just that while Jungkook decided to get to know you better. The conversation felt more like an interrogation and it seemed like he wanted to know everything about you, but you knew he wasn’t interested.

Jungkook was clearly into Hana and wanted to get on your good side since you were her best friend, so you answered his questions and slowly let him into your life.

That was four long months ago. During those four months, you managed to hook up with Taehyung once you realized you had to quench your thirst for Jungkook somehow. It just wasn’t right. The worst part about it was that you were starting to feel like he was into you too, which was impossible. Hana and he weren’t exactly the most serious couple out there and their hanging out was either in a group of friends or them fucking, but still—he was her boyfriend.

Taehyung was a great guy, really handsome, way out of your league, and the sex was great, but you just couldn’t come. You couldn’t get yourself to explain to Taehyung what exactly felt good for you and what didn’t, so you just lay there and let him play, as your friend put it. Besides, the fact that you had Jungkook on your mind probably didn’t help Taehyung’s case either. It wasn’t his fault.

The worst part about it? Jungkook found out and talked to you about it at a party Hana dragged you to a long while ago. It seemed like Jungkook and you always spent most of the time at these parties together, getting to know each other better, while Hana danced around and remembered Jungkook existed when it was time to get dicked down, as she politely put it.

“You’re not really into Taehyung, are you?” Jungkook asked that night, watching you over the rim of the glass that was pressed to his lips a second ago. You knew he’d find out about it since he was close to both Hana and Taehyung, but you really didn’t expect him to ask you about it so openly.

“W-why do you think that?” You tried to seem confused, hoping he wouldn’t take it there.

“He told me he couldn’t make you come,” Jungkook went there with a smirk, shamelessly, like you two were life-long friends. “So the first thing that came to mind was that you’re just not that into him.”

“No!” You quickly said and the tone of your voice made Jungkook flinch. “I mean, he’s a great guy, really. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s probably the most handsome guy I’ve ever been with, if I’m honest.”

“Okay, so you two aren’t compatible then…” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and seemed lost in thought for a second or two. “Who’s the most compatible dude you’ve been with?”

“Uhm,” you gulped, afraid of telling Jungkook that nobody has made you come other than yourself and the vibrator his girlfriend got you for your birthday many years ago. “There weren’t th-that many.”

By this point, you’d gotten close to Jungkook, mostly because Hana kept teasing you about private stuff in front of him. You couldn’t blame her—that’s just how she functioned. She’d talk about very private stuff in front of the two of you, and it felt like that connected your little friend group. So, Jungkook already knew your sex life wasn’t that great and that you weren’t into one-night stands. Of course, then you slept with his friend to try to forget him, which didn’t really work the way you planned.

The only problem was, you were so fucking into Jungkook that you got yourself off on thinking about him, especially after you danced with him that one night and he hugged you from behind, letting you feel his boner pressing against your back. You didn’t think it was because of you, of course. Hana was right there with you, wearing a dress that showed a lot more than it covered, and you were sure Jungkook’s massive dick was just reacting to that. You just happened to be in its way, that was all.

“Okay, so none,” Jungkook chuckled, catching you in your lie, which made you look away quickly. “Well, too bad. Taehyung’s the second-best guy I know at pleasuring women. I’ve always heard solely rave reviews from girls who wanted more of him.”

“Who’s the first?” You couldn’t help but ask. What if this friend was someone you found even more attractive than Jungkook? Maybe that was the answer.

“Me,” Jungkook looked you straight in the eyes, this time without the chuckling, which made you think he was serious. You could only wish.

“Too bad,” you responded, unsure of what came over you.

Jungkook smirked and downed the rest of his drink before clearing his throat. “We’ll think of something.”

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And think of something he did, even if it happened months later. Hana’s proposition was replaying in your head as you walked home from work, unable to calm yourself down, unsure of what you wanted to do about it.

She’d dropped by the cafe where you worked on her way to pick up Jungkook’s birthday present, some expensive watch you were sure he wouldn’t even wear. He wasn’t a watch guy, but Hana missed that somehow. Well, you’d probably miss everything about him if you could get his dick whenever you wanted, so you couldn’t blame her for being unable to focus.

The thing was, Hana’s present included something else—you.

“M-me?” You stuttered and sat down across from her, lowering your voice to make sure no one in the cafe could hear you. It was that, and you felt weak in the knees at the very thought of being fucked by Jungkook. “Are you out of your mind?”

“What?” She frowned at you and then waved her hand. “Listen, we talked about having a threesome with a girl. I don’t want some random stranger with us, and neither does Jungkook. I asked him about it and he chose you.”

“I, I can’t do that,” you sighed loudly, feeling like your mind would explode. Here it was, the perfect chance to have your cake and eat it too. You’d get to fuck Jungkook, and it wouldn’t be cheating, you wouldn’t hurt your friend, and you wouldn’t feel bad afterward. But, it was Hana and it was Jungkook and it was you. “We’re all friends.”

“So?” She didn’t get your point, as per usual. Hana was one of those people who took sex as an essential, mundane part of life. She could have sex with someone and then treat them like a friend and introduce them to new potential partners and be totally fine with it, which wasn’t how you functioned. “It’s not like we haven’t done that before.”

“You said you wouldn’t mention that, especially not in public,” you hissed at her, remembering the night she was talking about. It was a long time ago, but you still remembered it clearly.

“Relax, you’ve already run all the customers off with that fake smile you put on,” Hana chuckled, knowing she was right. “No one can hear me, dude. So?”

What she was talking about happened a while back, when you were both single. You went out, got drunk, and started talking to a group of friends but you both had your eye on the same guy. While you were in the bathroom, Hana suggested that you two just fucked him instead of trying to figure out who’d get to date him or anything like that.

You, being the moral paragon that held your friendship in place, opposed the idea but she talked you into it. You weren’t sure what made you change your mind—the alcohol, the fact that the guy was really that good-looking, or pure curiosity stemming from years of wondering how Hana gets so many guys wrapped around your fingers.

“What about Jeonghun?” You mentioned your boyfriend.

Well, not exactly a boyfriend.

He was more of a guy you slept with a month ago, once you realized that your insane crush on Jungkook was pointless and that it was ruining your social life. You tried it with Taehyung a couple of months earlier but it didn’t work. Then, you decided to stay single, but hanging around Jungkook was driving you wild, so you thought it was time to put yourself out there and meet someone.

After sleeping with Jeonghun, you couldn’t accept that it was a one-night stand, so you kept dating him, even though the sex wasn’t that great and, as Jungkook liked to say, you just weren’t that compatible.

“Well, considering he wasn’t even the first obstacle that came to your mind, I’d say your thing isn’t exactly it,” Hana shrugged, knowing she was making a good point. You had no real obligation towards the dude and were, in fact, just dragging it out so you would feel better about sleeping with him so early on. It was a move of a desperate, horny woman who couldn’t get what she wanted… until Hana’s offer, that is. “Besides, I know you’re into Jungkook. You told me you think he’s hot, smart, attractive, and funny, and that’s more than you’ve said about any other guy you know. They’re always missing something and Jungkook has it all. So, why not do it?”

“I don’t want shit to go wrong,” you admitted what you were really feeling, as you knew your friend wouldn’t hold it against you. “I love you so much, you’re my favorite person in the world, and if this would jeopardize our friendship in any way, it’s not a good idea.”

“Babe, I love you too,” Hana reached out and grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it. “That’s exactly why I want this to be you and not some random girl we don’t know. Besides, it’s what Jungkook wants. Who am I to stand in his way?”

“How are you okay with a threesome being Jungkook’s present?” You asked, feeling curious about it.

Was Jungkook the type of guy who didn’t do monogamy? Judging by his birthday request, it seemed so, which suited you as it made him less appealing in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine being in a relationship with a guy who asked you to have a threesome with your friends.

“Well, he got me the same thing,” Hana grinned as if she didn’t just give you the shock of your life.

“He what?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise as this was something you were not in on. “What? This happened a month ago and you didn’t tell me?”

“No, no,” she shook her head at you and laughed. “We talked about it on my birthday. I told him I really dig Jimin. The way he moves… You know. And Jungkook said he could talk to him if that’s what I really wanted. So it happened last week. Now I’m getting the feeling that Jungkook only said yes to that so he could have this. But why not? We’re only young once, we’re all friends, and trust me, if you need good sex, Jungkook is it. So, Saturday?”

You’d told her you’d think about it because Hana wasn’t leaving until she got an answer from you. After all, if you said no, her plan for his birthday present would fall through and she had to think of something else. You understood her position, but you also worried about it greatly.

The cons of this were endless: your friendship with her could suffer, your friendship with Jungkook could suffer, you could fall for Jungkook even more and become desperate, their relationship could break up because of something like this, one or more of you could end up regretting it.

The only pro of the whole thing was that you’d get to sleep with Jungkook, and that was something you really wanted ever since you first saw him. It was immoral, wrong, and it made you hate yourself whenever you thought of him that way, which is why this opportunity seemed a lot more appealing than it should have.

And then, Jungkook texted you, making your decision even harder.

Jungkook: it’s not exactly a surprise if i know about it, but i’ve heard you aren’t that into the idea

Jungkook: there’s no pressure, for real, don’t worry about it if you’re not interested!!

Jungkook: BUT

Jungkook: if you’re just worried about it going wrong or about something getting fucked up in the process, just relax

Jungkook: i’d really like to get this present :)

Jungkook: and you have to try the number one guy who can make you come, just saying

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The party was great, yeah, but there was no way you could focus on anything other than your plans with your favorite couple. You drank enough to feel tipsy but not too much to not know what you were doing, but it still didn’t help—all you could think about was that you were going to fuck Jungkook right in front of your friend.

It didn’t help that Hana felt like dancing again—this time with Jimin, you couldn’t help but notice—so you and Jungkook spent most of the time by the table. Luckily, his friends were around too since it was his birthday, which meant you two weren’t alone. Your nerves were getting the better of you and you weren’t sure what you’d tell Jungkook if you were left alone.

But then, Jungkook asked you to dance in front of everyone, and even though you told him you weren’t feeling like dancing, he asked you to do him a favor for his birthday. You couldn’t say no to that, not in front of all his friends.

When you got on the dancefloor, Jungkook actually danced, as if nothing was going on, so you did the same, deciding not to be the first one to address this thing. You hadn’t responded to his texts.

Instead, you phoned Hana and discussed the whole thing with her before finally agreeing to it.

“You need to relax,” he leaned in to tell you. “Everyone can tell something’s up.”

“Nothing’s up,” you shook your head and faked a grin.

“You know you can always change your mind, right?” Jungkook wrapped his hands around your waist, which made your insides tingle. Why the fuck was he touching you like that? It didn’t help that you were wearing a crop top, which meant his hands were directly on your skin, allowing you to feel his warmth. “What are you so nervous about?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed and leaned in a bit so you could have a somewhat private conversation, even though you both had to raise your voices to be able to hear each other. “I’m not used to doing these things.”

“Being… promiscuous?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I know, don’t worry. As long as you want it, it’s fine. If you don’t, it’s also fine. Just say what you want…”

“No, I….” You took a deep breath, realizing you’d have to say it. “I do want it.”

“Good,” Jungkook grinned. “I want it too. Don’t worry,” he reached in and moved a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand still on your waist. “I’ll treat you nicely… You know you’re a special friend to me.”

“Do you, uh, treat all your friends this way?” You asked, not knowing what took over you. Who were you to ask him something like that? It wasn’t your place to even think about it, let alone say it. If Hana didn’t worry about this, why did you?

Jungkook seemed taken aback by the question, but he quickly recovered. “No, I don’t. But I don’t usually ask friends to stay on my first date either. And I don’t ask to fuck them. It’s just you.”

You nodded, unsure of how to respond to that. You weren’t going to start believing you were special to him in any way. The two of them clearly had an open relationship and were together solely because of the sex, and you just happened to be around when they were looking for someone to join, that was all.

“Anyway, this party’s cool and all but I can’t wait until we get home,” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when he said that, and you couldn’t help but agree, despite all the anxiety you were feeling.

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So, when you found yourself in Jungkook’s apartment hours later, you felt like your heart was going to explode from all the worrying you’d done.

There was nothing to worry about. The two of them acted like this was a regular night and nothing special was going on. Jungkook went to take a shower and Hana and you had a drink while you waited, during which she poured you both drinks and tried to get you to relax and not worry about anything.

“Please, let me know if you want to back out,” she patted your thigh with a grin. “Like, it’s not a problem. Clearly, Jungkook wants this, but it’s only a good idea if you’re both into it, so don’t worry about disappointing him or me or anything like that. And don’t worry about anything else if you want this, really.”

“What about you?” You asked one last time, still feeling uneasy about sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend, but she didn’t seem moved at all.

“I told you, I’m fine with it,” Hana chuckled. “Didn’t I suggest this? Jungkook would never ask you this himself, you know that, right? He has a lot of respect for you. I first had to convince him to let me ask you about it, and then I had to convince you to say yes, but I know you both want to fuck each other.”

“He does?” You asked, feeling a bit confused. Jungkook respected you? You thought you never even crossed his mind when you weren’t around.

“Jungkook safeguards you all the time,” she leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “If any of his friends say something about you, he’s always there to cut them short. Sometimes I feel like he protects your reputation more than he does mine,” this thought made her chuckle even more. “Not that I have a reputation to begin with.”

“Ah, stop saying that,” you shrugged it all off, even though it was hard to stop thinking about Jungkook standing up for you when you weren’t there.

Jungkook came back wrapped in a towel and suggested you go take a shower next, which you gladly accepted. There was no way you were getting it on right after dancing at the club. The shower helped you relax since you at least felt clean after it, even though your mind and heart were still racing.

You left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, unsure of what was expected of you. This schedule meant that you were alone with Jungkook when it was Hana’s turn, and you found it hard not to stare at him sitting there half-naked, only a towel separating you from his cock.

This was also the first time you got to see all his tattoos and his chiseled chest. God really had his favorites, that much was clear from one look at half-naked Jungkook.

Jungkook placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it when he noticed you were getting lost in thought, and his touch made you shiver. You weren’t expecting him to be so straightforward right away. “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded right away before sighing because you knew it was pointless to try to lie to Jungkook who already knew you well. “Yeah, I’m just nervous… You know me.”

“I do,” he grinned, clearly not feeling the same way as you. You wished you could be the kind of person who doesn’t get nervous about fucking friends, but alas, there were things you couldn’t change. “If you change your mind, we can stop at any point. It’s supposed to be something fun, not something that worries you this much.”

You nodded again, completely understanding where he was coming from. Jungkook wasn’t going to go through with this thing if you looked so unenthusiastic about it. Threesomes were all about three people having fun and not two people loving it and one being an anxious horny idiot.

“I get that you like to be all moral and shit and that you feel bad because Hana and I are dating,” Jungkook said, which made you look at him again. He did? “But don’t feel that way. If you think seeing us fuck will hurt your friend, you don’t know her as well as you think you do. She won’t care. Besides, she wanted a go at my friend, so it’s fair game.”

You gulped loudly, understanding that you didn’t know as much about the two of them as you thought, after all. This thing of theirs clearly wasn’t as monogamous as you first thought. But, you were sure Jimin didn’t drool over Hana as much as you did over Jungkook. Luckily, neither one of them was aware of that pathetic fact.

“Okay. I just don’t want to fuck things up for anyone here, including me.”

“What’s there to fuck up?” Jungkook asked as he scooted over and wrapped his hand around your shoulders, pulling you in.

There he went again, acting like you two touched each other on a daily basis and like you were used to his touch when, in fact, your body was starting to burn up wherever he was that close to you. Jungkook didn’t stop there.

Instead, he reached in to lift your chin and get you to look straight into your eyes. “We’re friends, right?”

You nodded, finding it hard to look away from his eyes. He was finally so close to you, naked under that towel, and he wanted to fuck you. Out of everyone he could think of to join them, Jungkook thought of you. That meant something, right?

“Friends can fuck and stay friends,” Jungkook licked his lips. “Hana and I will be alright if that’s what you’re worried about. Clearly, neither one of us is looking at this as endgame, so we’re letting each other… enjoy. And Hana and you are a lot closer than anyone I know, so I’m sure nothing will happen between you two. You do know that we have discussed this in detail and we agreed to do it just because we know it won’t change our relationship with each other or you?”

“Yes,” you nodded, as Hana did explain that to you more than once. In fact, she mentioned it whenever you came up with a different scenario that somehow always ended in you two not talking. Your friend was completely convinced that you sleeping with her boyfriend wouldn’t change a thing about your or their relationship, just like her sleeping with Jimin didn’t affect their friendship and relationship. “It’s fine.”

“Okay,” Jungkook smiled, seemingly happy with your response. “Then why don’t you come sit on me? You’re all tense, and you should relax.”

“S-sit on you?” You asked, feeling dumb for stuttering but also unable to control your voice. You were naked under your towel, and so was he. “And Hana?”

“She said she’d take a bath while I got you to relax,” Jungkook explained with a grin. “She won’t mind. I think she’d be more bored if she had to sit here and watch us kiss before I eat you out.”

You pressed your thighs together when Jungkook said the words, mostly because you’d imagined him saying stuff like that for months now and he finally did, and it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, still grinning at you.

When you nodded, he leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. His lips felt warm and soft, and you wanted more, so you leaned in and Jungkook did the same, this time letting his tongue poke out and tease your lips, getting them to open before he shoved his tongue inside of your mouth and swirled it around. The feeling of having him in your mouth and breathing in his scent and his arm around your shoulder made a fire ignite in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t believe this fucking guy could get you wet just by kissing you. Life really wasn’t fair.

You kissed him back, knowing you didn’t have much time before Hana got back, and feeling like you had a schedule to stick to. When she came back, you’d fuck, and you’d leave, letting the two of them spend the rest of the night together. So, there was no time to waste.

Still, it didn’t seem like Jungkook and you were on the same page. He was taking his time kissing you while his hand slowly grazed its way from your knee up to your thigh.

“So soft,” he mumbled into the kiss and it made you get goosebumps all over. You always wondered what his fingers would feel like on you, inside of you, and now you were finally so close to feeling it. “So fucking hot.”

When he said that, you had no choice but to moan into his mouth and reach out to grab his hair, which Jungkook seemed to enjoy, judging by the grunt that left his mouth. Slowly, he moved his hand to your inner thigh and then the other, all the while playing with your tongue, getting you to relax and melt into his touch. “May I?”

You knew what he was asking for you and simply nodded, letting Jungkook cup your naked crotch. The feeling of his hot hand against your crotch was enough to get you to groan and buck your hips into his hand, which made Jungkook smile into the kiss. “Mhm, warm… Soft… Just how I like it.”

Hearing those words made you want Jungkook even more—it felt as if he knew every single thing you liked to hear or feel and did it right then and there. He used two fingers to rub your entrance, and when he did, you could feel your juices sticking to his digits.

“Want me so bad already,” Jungkook mumbled into the kiss and then gently sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re making me hard.”

Now, that was enough for you to moan. You, of all people, were getting Jungkook hard. Jungkook, this chiseled, hot, attractive, tattooed guy who looked like sex on legs was kissing you and telling you his dick was reacting to you, and you could only sit there and let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“Fuck,” you grunted when you felt the two fingers at your entrance, getting ready to enter you.

“Can I do it my way?” Jungkook asked, pulling away to look at you. What was his way? Hana went into detail about a lot of things, but you didn’t get to hear much about the things Jungkook did to her—only that he was fucking amazing.

Usually, the guys you slept with did everything slowly, probably because you looked like that type of girl, bland and boring. They’d use one finger, then slowly add the other, and then move them in and out until they felt you were wet enough because you surely weren’t coming from fingering. After a while, you’d just tell him to fuck you and that would be it. What would Jungkook do?

You nodded and spread your legs a bit, allowing him better access, and it made him smile and look down. Thankfully, the towel was still wrapped around your body, so you didn’t have to worry about how unattractive you looked when you were sitting down next to this god walking among mortals. Jungkook licked his lips, looked straight into your eyes, and eased both fingers into you.

The surprising part was that it didn’t hurt at all, you were already that ready for him. What surprised you even more was that he started to move his fingers in and out so fast that you had to grab onto his shoulders because your body started to move in the same rhythm.

What? You weren’t used to this type of woodpecker move and you weren’t sure you would enjoy it, but the harder Jungkook went, the more you felt like you had no control over your body. All you could do was moan—and loudly, at that—and hold onto him tight. You felt your muscles contract and your walls clench and relax, enjoying the fast movements of his hand and the sounds it was making against your skin.

The warmth that was building up in the pit of your stomach got even warmer and you suddenly felt like you needed to pee right away, but you knew the feeling, so you clenched hard and tried to get over it—and bliss followed. You screamed Jungkook’s name, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders while your juices coated his two fingers, which were still moving in and out of you quickly, even though you were so clearly coming all over them.

“Ah yeah, that’s the spot,” Jungkook mumbled and leaned in to kiss you, sounding very happy with himself. “I knew I’d get you to come.”

You took a deep breath and brought your legs closer together, which made Jungkook ease his fingers gently and give you a smirk. “Feeling good?”

“I, I, I’m speechless,” you said, chuckling. “What the fuck was that?”

“A much-needed shock for your pussy,” Jungkook shrugged. “Was it good?”

You scoffed. “Good? Amazing.”

“Want more?” Jungkook grinned and reached down for your crotch, but you stopped him in time.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you told him. “Should we, uh, wait for Hana?”

“She told us to start without her,” Jungkook said before getting up and offering you a hand to do the same, so you did.

He took you to his bedroom and instructed you to lie on the bed. Before Jungkook joined you, he threw the towel on the floor, leaving you to stare at his dick. It really was big, Hana wasn’t exaggerating. And it looked really smooth but hard at the same time.

“Like what you see?” Jungkook asked, stirring you from your thoughts.

“Uh… Yeah?” You looked at him like he was asking a stupid question, mostly because he was. Who wouldn’t like seeing him naked?

You weren’t expecting Jungkook to climb on the bed and kneel between your legs before leaning in to kiss you again. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-yes,” your voice faltered, so you cleared your throat. “I am. Just a bit nervous.”

“About getting naked?” He asked, glancing at the towel which was still wrapped around you, to which you simply nodded. “Can I do it?”

You nodded again, deciding to just go with the flow. The man could get you to come, it was only fair if you let him guide you through this as well.

Jungkook pulled one side of the towel to the side and then did the same with the other, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His reaction took you aback because you were certain he’d seen hundreds of women naked by that point, yet he took his time to take all of you in and he watched you with genuine interest and enjoyment.

His eyes didn’t fly all over your body like you expected them to. Instead, Jungkook first looked into your eyes and smiled at you reassuringly. Then, he started to shift his gaze from your face to your chest, where it lingered for a long while until he took all of it in. Then, he moved down to your crotch and hissed.

“Really fucking pretty,” he said with a smile, and for some stupid reason, you thought Jungkook actually meant it. It was stupid, of course he was going to say anything to get you to relax. “Can I touch you now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, feeling so naked and revealed in front of him, so much so that you could hear your heart beating.

Jungkook placed one hand on your chest, between your breasts, and then looked up at you. “Relax… You should enjoy this, not worry so much. You sure this is fine?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Sorry, it’s just me.”

“You don’t like when men stare at you when you’re naked?”

“I don’t like it when men stare at me, period,” you said, making you both chuckle, which eased the tension, at least for you.

Jungkook then shook his head at you. “I can’t see why, but I know you’re like that… But there’s a charm to it,” he said, slowly moving his hand to cup one of your breasts, his thumb rolling across the nipple, getting it to harden instantly. “Seeing such a pretty face, shy girl… And then this fucking body and such a tight, warm pussy,” he grunted now, squeezing your breast in his palm, but doing it gently, so gently you actually wanted him to go harder on you. “If I were you, I’d be naked all the time.”

You scoffed at the thought because no, he fucking wouldn’t. If he were you, he’d be crippled with anxiety, and being naked would be the last thing on his mind, but that wasn’t the time nor the place for that conversation. “I’d do the same if I were you,” you opted for a compliment instead.

“I practically am naked most of the time anyway,” Jungkook looked up at you and shrugged as if what he was saying wasn’t fueling your imagination even more. “But I’m shameless.”

You nodded in agreement but decided not to comment on it, mostly because Jungkook leaned in and placed a soft, wet kiss on your stomach, which made you clench your abdominal muscles and press your thighs closer together, yet again.

“Sometimes, uh, being shameless is, is good,” you got the sentence out somehow, despite being completely entranced by the soft pecks Jungkook was leaving all over your stomach before moving up towards your breasts.

“Right?” He paused to look up and smirk at you. “Being shameless got us this, and we’re just getting started. I’m already having so much fun.”

With that, Jungkook swirled his tongue around your nipple gently, making you hiss. Just watching him stare right at you while his tongue was on your body was enough to make your head spin. “Fuck.”

“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked, letting go of your nipple to slowly kiss his way to the other breast, leaving a wet trail behind.

You gulped, watching his eyes intently. What was he going to say? Did he always talk this much during sex? It was definitely a first for you. “Yes.”

“I was really mad when Taehyung got to sleep with you,” he looked away for a second, which wasn’t like Jungkook, but then he quickly gave you a smirk and sucked your other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

“W-why?” You asked, wanting to hear more about it yet fearing it at the same time.

You didn’t want to hear so many compliments from him. You knew that it would be hard to get over him after this anyway, let alone if he told you so many nice things and made you feel special.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “You’re just my type.”

“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t say things like that,” you warned him, trying to keep a straight face while he gently sunk his teeth into your breast. Yes, he was making you feel amazing with his mouth and all the compliments were definitely doing wonders for your ego, but they felt wrong. “Why?” He stopped playing with your breast and looked up at you. “Because you like hearing it?”

What were you supposed to say to that? There was a thin line between having sex with friends and having sex with a guy you were totally into, and you were crossing it. Yeah, Hana knew you were into Jungkook, but probably not just how much.

“Huh?” Jungkook asked, clearly wanting you to say something.

“Hana is my friend,” you simply stated, thinking it was enough. You made a statement when you said that, and you hoped he understood. No matter how attracted you were to each other, nothing could come out of it, even though you were about to sleep with each other.

“Hana knows this,” Jungkook grinned at you. “I have a soft spot for you, just like she does for Jimin.”

Did they really discuss this? You couldn’t imagine lying in bed after having sex with your boyfriend Jungkook and listening to him explaining how he had a soft spot for your friend and wanted to fuck her. You’d never allow that to happen, you wouldn’t be able to deal with it, and you’d never in a million years tell Jungkook you wanted to fuck someone else when you could do it with him.

But, you weren’t Hana, and he wasn’t dating you.

“You seem surprised,” Jungkook chuckled, going back to kissing your stomach. “Don’t be… Hana and I are just very open with each other. We’re not that similar in most aspects like you know, but when it comes to sex, we both like to experiment and we don’t want to restrict the other person.”

That sounded a lot like Hana, but not like Jungkook, at least not the guy he told you he was. “And you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you usually experiment like this with your girlfriend’s friends and let your girlfriend fuck your friends?”

“No,” Jungkook said, surprising you both. “I just really wanted to fuck you.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his head up so he would face you instead of licking strips along your stomach and getting you even wetter. His mouth was making it really hard for your to concentrate on the conversation, and you had to focus on it if you didn’t want to fuck your friendship up. “Is this a thing between three friends?”

You had to ask that question because you couldn’t go forward with this if it meant screwing your friend over in some way.

“It is,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m just telling you that I think you’re extremely attractive and not just physically and that I was jealous my friend got to sleep with you.”

“Okay,” you said, even though it didn’t sound like the most normal thing out there. “I don’t get the jealousy.”

“I knew you wouldn’t,” Jungkook chuckled, getting dangerously close to your lower belly. “Let’s just say, I really didn’t want to hear Taehyung tell me how great of a body you had or how amazing you tasted or how much he enjoyed hearing you moan… I think you’re too good of a girl for that.”

Taehyung told his friends about all of that? And Jungkook listened? And thought about it?

“Good girls have sex too,” you pointed out, suddenly feeling the urge to shove his head between your thighs, but you didn’t, like a real good girl.

“Yeah, but they have sex like this,” Jungkook said, slowly kissing his way down your pubic area, which made you roll your hips. You couldn’t control it, not when he was so close to your pussy and when his kisses felt so warm.

“With two of their friends who are in a relationship?” You asked before chuckling as the idea was insane to you. It definitely wasn’t something you usually did, but your attraction to Jungkook was stronger than your sense of decency and self-respect, clearly.

“No, I don’t mean that,” Jungkook looked up. “I mean with someone who appreciates you… Takes their time with you… Gets you to come… Wants you to feel good about yourself… Wants you to enjoy… That sort of stuff.”

You nodded, unsure if Jungkook meant he was the type of guy who could give that to you while you did this. Then, his tongue swirled around your clit and it all became a blur.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbled and started playing with your clit, his tongue gently prodding at it while he looked straight into your eyes.

When he heard you moan and saw you bite into your lower lip, Jungkook smiled but didn’t move away from your clit. “Fuck,” you grunted at him, unable to comprehend how someone could make you feel that good with just the tip of his tongue. But it was Jungkook and you should have known what to expect.

You thought he would just tongue your clit for a while, but he took his time with this as well, playing with it for a couple of minutes and then slowly dragging his tongue down your slit to your entrance, which was soaking wet by this point. The feeling of his warm tongue down there made you grunt his name and pull on his hair, which he seemed to enjoy, judging by the chuckle that left his mouth.

“You want me there?” He asked in a low tone of voice and wrapped his lips around your clit again, this time sucking it in.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, unable to even pretend you didn’t want Jungkook to fuck you.

“I can tell,” Jungkook seemed full of himself when he moved away from your clit just to smirk at you. “See how much I want you?”

He lifted his upper body a bit so you could get a good look of his erect cock and the sight made your mouth water. Not only did Jungkook look perfect when he was naked but he also had the best dick you’ve ever seen, even though you weren’t that into dicks anyway. They weren’t exactly the most pleasing thing out there, but Jungkook’s…. It was on a whole different level, and the smug bastard knew it.

“Put it in,” the words left your mouth, revealing just how desperate you already were and Jungkook chuckled, reaching down to give his cock a couple of long, slow strokes.

“Right away?” He moved in, dick in hand, and directed it towards your crotch. Like a real horny slut, you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access as he needed, which made him grin. “Oh, you really want me to fuck you.”

With that, Jungkook grabbed the base of his dick and then slammed his tip against your clit, which made you grunt. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, it was too short to count, and he knew it. He did it again, and then gently moved his tip down your slit, getting it wet. You could see your juices glistening on the top of his dick when he moved it away.

“Later, huh?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “I’d really like to eat you out first… Get you to come for me again.”

“Why?” You grunted in response, feeling agitated because he’s gotten you so aroused that you really wanted to feel him inside of you and it seemed like Jungkook was dragging it out.

Suddenly, Jungkook got down on his elbows, towering over you, his mouth an inch away from yours. “If I put it in, I’ll come right away,” he said and then scoffed. “You really turn me on. So, let me eat you out first so I don’t embarrass myself.”

Embarrass himself? You’d probably go wild if he came right after putting his dick inside of you, but there was no way in hell you’d admit that to anyone, let alone Jungkook.

“Okay,” you muttered instead, and a second later, Jungkook made you understand why you didn’t make a mistake when you agreed.

His tongue was prodding your entrance and before you knew it, he was pushing its tip inside of you quickly, getting you to buck your hips into his face. Fuck, he was good at it.

Jungkook’s hands found their way to your thighs and he dug his fingers into the soft flesh, pushing your thighs to the side, allowing him to dig in deeper with his tongue until he got you to moan his name. When he heard that, Jungkook smirked at you and moved up to your clit while one of his hands made its way to your hole.

“So fucking needy already,” he chuckled and shoved two of his fingers inside of you while looking straight into your eyes, his mouth an inch away from your swollen, throbbing clit.

You moaned and squirmed under his touch, but his other hand held your thigh in place, stopping you from bucking your hips into him too hard. Jungkook hissed when he pulled his fingers out and then eased them again. “Your pussy is so hungry for me… Swallowing my fingers right away,” he looked up and grinned before sticking his tongue out to take a long, slow lick at your clit. “Want my cock so bad.”

“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded at the same time, totally lost in the moment.

You couldn’t believe that you were actually experiencing all of this: you on your back, legs completely spread with Jungkook’s head between it, two of his fingers entering you while he smirked at you and looked at you like he couldn’t wait to fuck you too. It seemed too good to be true.

“Let’s get you to come, huh?” He said, mostly to himself, and then he dug in.

You’d never, ever experienced someone doing to your clit what Jungkook did then, and you weren’t even sure how to explain it. The most amazing thing was that he managed to keep up the pace and never stopped moving his fingers in and out gently at this point, while his mouth and tongue teased your clit so hard you had no choice but to grab the sheets and moan his name, your entire body squirming.

It felt like he was making out with your pussy, there was no other way to put it—you felt Jungkook’s nimble tongue all over, his saliva mixed with your juices all over you, dripping wet, your arousal covering his fingers and dripping down the insides of your thighs, Jungkook’s mouth sucking your clit in, his tongue teasing it, and then moving down your slit and sucking everything into his mouth in the process.

You couldn’t believe that someone knew your body that well and knew exactly what you liked, but you had to remind yourself that Jungkook had tons of experience and practice. Still, it didn’t change how you felt—mindblown.

Jungkook’s mouth on your pussy felt fucking amazing, mostly because it was slowly but surely getting you to orgasm. Usually, guys you slept with would use fingers as well, but that never worked for you—it was hard to focus on those two things at once which made your orgasm impossible. You’d start to overthink it and focus on the tongue and then on the fingers and you’d lose the moment.

With Jungkook, though, the whole thing was out of the question. His fingers moved the same way they did when he first shoved them inside of you and you got used to his rhythm, which helped you focus solely on his mouth, which was pleasuring more than you thought was possible.

Right then, Hana appeared next to the bed, practically out of nowhere, and sat down next to Jungkook, smacking his ass. It startled you to see her there, mostly because you were so fucking focused on what her boyfriend was doing to you that you forgot she existed. It wasn’t anything personal—you forgot that anyone other than Jungkook and you existed right then, mostly because his face was shoved between your thighs and you were making a mess out of his sheets and falling apart under his touch, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“Do you guys need more time?” She grinned, looking at you. “I told you he was great with his mouth.”

You chuckled, but the sound died down in your throat when Jungkook sucked on your clit hard, making you moan. “Fuck…”

“What a fucking birthday,” Jungkook moved away from your pussy to look at her with a grin and you felt mortified to see that his entire chin and mouth were covered with slick, glistening under the light of his nightlamp.

Hana chuckled and patted his cheek. “You look like you’re having fun too.”

“I’m so fucking hard,” Jungkook said, tugging on his rock-hard dick. “Let’s switch.”

With that, Jungkook lay down next to you and turned to face you. “Come,” he motioned for you to get up and patted your thigh, pulling you over until you were straddling his shoulders.

You turned around to see what Hana was doing and found that she was about to straddle him, and you couldn’t look away. She adjusted Jungkook’s cock so she could sit right down on it, which she did a couple of seconds later, earning a moan from Jungkook. That made you face him, which was a bit hard considering you were right above his face.

“Come here,” he grunted now, grabbing your ass and pulling you down so he could latch his mouth onto your pussy again.

The scene reminded you so much of the one you’d experienced with Hana before, where she rode the guy and you rode his face, except Jungkook was a lot more attractive than the guy in your book, probably because he had an amazing personality on top of extraordinary looks. Still, the sounds of her skin hitting his as she jumped on his cock and tried to get herself to come reminded you of the night, and so did your moans.

You couldn’t help it, not when Jungkook wasn’t pulling away from your pussy not even for a second and you weren’t even sure how he managed to breathe when he was that glued to you.

Hana was familiar with Jungkook’s cock, which wasn’t surprising, and you could tell she knew just how to ride him to get herself off while getting him turned on. The more she moaned and the harder she rode him, the more vigorously he sucked and licked your pussy. All you could do was grab Jungkook’s hair and tug at it, enjoying at least some type of contact with him.

The truth was, you wanted to suck him off and return the favor, you wanted to kiss him, to touch him everywhere, but you knew that would be out of line, so you let him play with your pussy while Hana rode him.

A couple of minutes in, her breathing got heavier and the sounds of skin hitting skin became louder and more frequent, and not a minute later, she was moaning his name and coming, still riding him. Jungkook pulled away from your crotch for a second, his hands still on your ass, and groaned. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he moaned but kept his eyes glued to you. “Feel so tight.”

“Fuck, fuck,” Hana moaned and leaned in to rest her forehead against your back, wrapping her hands around you from behind. You could feel how sweaty and warm she felt, clearly exhausted from jumping up and down and pleasuring herself using Jungkook’s cock.

“That’s one, one more to go,” Jungkook grinned at you and then started to suck on your clit while looking straight into your eyes, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. All the swirls and rubs of his tongue were starting to get to you, even more so now that Jungkook was focused solely on you and not the beautiful girl riding his dick.

“You’re so fucking hard,” Hana mumbled, and you turned your head to the side to see what she was doing. Surprisingly, she still had Jungkook’s dick inside of her but was resting and trying to catch her breath. “He really loves eating you out.”

“He’s so good at it,” you told your friend, hoping that wouldn’t sound inappropriate.

“Mhm,” she hummed in agreement. “Relax,” she told you, pulling you in closer from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder so she had a good look at Jungkook between your legs. “Just focus on his tongue.”

You closed your eyes and did what your friend suggested you do, and it felt even more amazing now that you felt her body pressed against yours while Jungkook’s tongue did its magic on you. It didn’t take you long to come and you loved the fact that Jungkook inserted his fingers inside of you when he felt you buck your hips into his face as they helped you prolong your orgasm and ride it out slowly while his tongue stayed glued to your clit.

“Oh my God,” you hissed, kicking your head back and resting it on Hana’s shoulder. “What the actual fuck?”

“That good, huh?” Hana asked, making Jungkook chuckle between your thighs.

“Want more?” Jungkook sounded enthusiastic, but you shook your head at him immediately.

“No, I can’t,” you said, opening your eyes. “Return the favor?” You asked, turning to face Hana, who nodded and moved the side so you could do the same on the other one.

If someone had told you you’d each be lying on Jungkook’s side ogling his dick, you’d tell them they were crazy, but there you were, about to give him a blowjob he wouldn’t forget.

Hana grabbed the base of Jungkook’s cock and grinned at you, motioning for you to come in closer. She then stuck her tongue out and licked a strip from the base up to the tip, and you did the same from the other side. At first, you weren't in sync, but Jungkook didn’t mind—the grunts that were leaving his mouth were more than enough of a sign that he loved seeing the two of you lick him, and he enjoyed feeling it even more.

Slowly, you two started to move at the same pace, so you took a long lick from his base to the tip, where your tongues touched. When that happened, Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, clearly enjoying the view. “Oh my God, this is… Fuck!”

His comments made you both chuckle before you continued to lick him up and down, twirling your tongues around the tip of his cock at the same time, getting your tongues to touch just so Jungkook could see and enjoy that. Then, Hana wrapped her hand around his base and pointed the tip towards you, so you sucked it into your mouth. Hana leaned in and started to lick Jungkook’s balls, which made him kick his head back and grunt.

“Fuck, you two really want me to blow my load right away,” he said, chuckling. “You’ll kill me with those tongues…”

“Babe, shut up and enjoy,” Hana said, giggling. “Take it deeper, he loves that.”

Since you knew that comment was for you, you did what Hana suggested and moved your head down his cock until you reached the base, and got Jungkook to moan your name and grab you by your hair. “Do you want me to fill your throat right now?”

You looked at him from the side, his cock still lodged inside of your mouth, a smirk on his face. Then, you gently pulled back and let him fall out of your mouth with a loud pop. “It’s your birthday, so whatever you want…”

“You should not be saying that to me,” Jungkook gave you a meaningful look and since you couldn’t decipher what he meant, you went back to sucking his tip.

Then, Hana decided to join, so you two switched—she was now sucking Jungkook off while you sucked both of his balls into your mouth and ran your tongue all over them, getting him to start bucking his hips and grunting even more. There was something so hot about seeing Jungkook look so weak for a change and being a part of the reason for him getting to feel that way.

He enjoyed it so much that he stopped with the teasing and all the comments, and a couple of minutes in, it seemed like all he could do was grunt and moan and swear while trying so hard not to buck his hips too hard.

At one point, Hana gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up so you could face her. Jungkook’s cock fell out of her mouth. “Go play with his neck and kiss him… He loves that.”

It was his birthday and you really wanted to kiss Jungkook, so you did what Hana said, leaving her to suck his dick and play with his balls at the same time. Jungkook seemed really pleased to see you moving towards him on your knees, leaning in and shoving your tongue inside his mouth.

“Jesus, you’ll kill me,” Jungkook grunted into the kiss and plopped down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in with him. “Kiss me.”

You really didn’t have to be told twice when it came to Jungkook, so you kissed him again and enjoyed the sounds of him moaning into the kiss while your friend sucked him off. The whole thing felt made up.

After all, it was what you’d wanted for such a long time and you just couldn’t believe that it was real. When you closed your eyes and kissed Jungkook, it felt surreal, the whole thing—his hands in your hair, then cupping your face, his tongue inside of your mouth, his lips pecking yours, low grunts and hisses leaving his mouth.

You could hear Hana gulping on his dick, taking as much of it in as possible, and you noticed Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier. Was he close? You started to kiss your way down to his neck and suck on it, which made him moan your name and tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging at it, his fingers massaging your scalp, pulling you in closer as if he wanted to feel more of your mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunted, which made you open his eyes and find him looking right at you, eyes half-closed, almost lost in ecstasy. “Babe, I’m gonna come… Fuck, keep going.”

Hana giggled and you could hear her start to move faster. As Jungkook’s moaning got louder, she moved away and both you and Jungkook looked at her as his cum shot right out of his tip and ended up on her face and over his chest. She kept moving her hand over his cock, wanting to get every last drop out, and, honestly, you couldn’t stop staring at the scene of Jungkook coming all over her. You enjoyed his moans a bit too much, but you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when you’d just seen him shower Hana with cum, and when you were imagining he could do the same to you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled and threw his head down on the pillow and sighed. “Fuck.”

“That was a lot,” Hana said with a chuckle.

“That was embarrassing,” Jungkook grunted, propping himself up on his elbows before pecking your lips again, which felt awkward. Why was he kissing you like that when the action stopped and when his girlfriend was right there? It felt strange, but neither one of them reacted to it or made you feel like it was weird. “I need to be up the whole night.”

“Oh, really?” Hana cocked both eyebrows up and gave you a smirk. “You’re in for a treat, clearly.”

What did she mean by that? You were both in for a treat, right? There were three of you there and you were just getting started.

“Now I have to make it up to you both,” Jungkook said, reaching out to grab Hana’s hand and pull her in closer. “Tongue, Hana?”

She thought about it and then shook her head which surprised you. Was she really turning down an offer of oral from Jungkook? She was really making his birthday all about him. “Maybe later.”

Jungkook nodded, and you felt like they were in on something you weren’t, but that was only normal. The two of them were a couple and you were the third wheel here, and you didn’t know the inner workings of their relationship. “This is such a nice birthday present for me… Thank you both.”

“I have to return the favor”, Hana grinned at Jungkook, sitting on the bed right next to him. You figured she meant she has to return the favor of getting to sleep as a friend, which was weird in your book. But then again, this was all weird as hell and you’d never even dreamed about doing something like this. “As long as we’re all having fun, right?” Then, she looked at you as if she wanted to check up on you. “Are you having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, suddenly feeling really weird about interacting with your friend during sex.

Maybe you had that feeling because she was still covered in Jungkook’s cum. The first and only time you two interacted during sex, you were both wasted and the guy wasn’t her boyfriend, so there weren’t any real feelings involved. This was different.

“Can’t believe he got you to come so fast,” Hana noted with a grin—she knew how many issues you’ve had with orgasming with men in general because your mind was rarely in it and it felt like you were always turned on, but never enough. With Jungkook, neither of these things seemed to be the problem.

The first time he got you to come, he took you by surprise, so you could have even called it an accident. But, the second? There was nothing accidental about it. Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing.

“Twice,” Jungkook corrected her, shooting a glance your way, and you could swear he looked proud of himself. “Want to go for a third?”

Both of them turned to look at you, and you felt awkward sitting there on the bed, naked, with two people waiting for you to say something. “Uh, uhm, how?”

Jungkook cocked his head to the side and leaned in so close you thought he was going to kiss you again. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, barely brushing his lips against yours, which was enough for your crotch to start reacting.

You nodded the second the words left his mouth, completely forgetting that his girlfriend was right there. It seemed like Jungkook forgot about her two because he got up faster than you could blink and was between your legs before you knew it, hands on your thighs.

Hana looked down at you and smiled warmly as if her boyfriend wasn’t just getting ready to fuck you again. However, you were wrong. Instead of going straight into that, Jungkook got down on his elbows and latched his mouth onto your clit, which made you gasp. “Fuck.”

“Sorry, I’ll go easier,” he mumbled and gently sucked it into his mouth again. You were still sensitive even though it felt like hours since he’d last touched you. “Have to get you ready.”

“True,” Hana agreed, moving in closer to you, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at you with a smile. “He’s definitely bigger than Jeonghun, so you won’t be able to take it so easily.”

You felt yourself blush at the mention of the guy you were seeing. Well, you weren’t exactly seeing him and things were complicated. Usually, you wouldn’t mind discussing your sex life with Hana, but hearing her mention Jeonghun and his dick while Jungkook was eating you out made you feel embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry about that,” Jungkook said reassuringly and inserted a finger inside of you. “We’ll be fine.”

“I know,” Hana chuckled and leaned in, resting her head next to yours, as if she wanted to get closer to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you nodded, lowering your voice. “You?”

“Would feel better without all this cum on me, but it is what it is,” she said, making you both chuckle, but your laughter quickly died out as Jungkook started to move the tip of his tongue up and down your clit while inserting another finger, moving them in scissoring motion to stretch you out a bit. “Just relax, and enjoy yourself.”

“Shouldn’t this all be about Jungkook?” You asked Hana with a cocked eyebrow, remembering what you were there for. Until then, it seemed like you were getting all the pleasure, and Jungkook was doing everything he could to please you, which wasn’t the goal.

“It is,” she giggled sweetly and reached in to cup your face. “You’re sweet for worrying about him like he isn’t having the time of his life.”

The time of his life? It sounded strange when she, as his girlfriend, said that while Junkook was going down on you and moaning into your pussy, his fingers stretching your hole just right. Was this really such a great gift for Jungkook?

“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed in agreement and looked up into your eyes and then he glanced at Hana before wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Damn right.”

“We could do something for him, though,” Hana said, turning to face you with a smirk.

“What?” You had to know. After all, she knew Jungkook a lot better than you ever would and you really wanted to make him feel as good as he was making you feel if that was even possible.

“Kiss,” she grinned and shot a glance at Jungkook, who was looking up at your face again, clearly amused by the interaction. “I bet that would really get you going, huh?”

Jungkook smiled, his tongue still latched onto your clit, so you leaned in and kissed Hana, who readily kissed you back.

This was nothing new, you two had kissed before. Neither one of you was interested in women, which is why you two didn't interact with each other sexually during the night—you didn’t want Hana to do anything sexual to you and you were sure she felt the same way.

However, sharing a kiss wasn’t sexual in your book, not when it came to her. Back in school, when you two felt curious, you kissed each other. Sometimes, when you were really drunk you’d kiss each other to give the other person advice on how to kiss even better. It was stupid and there were no feelings behind it, but when Hana kissed you, you could see Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement and his fingers started to move in and out of you frantically fast as he clearly got even hornier watching you do it.

“You’re not a good girl at all,” Jungkook grunted and grinned at you through gritted teeth. “What a fucking birthday!”

Clearly, Hana knew Jungkook well because this was exactly what he seemingly needed to go hard on you, forgetting about his plan to be gentle and whatever else he was saying earlier. His mouth and tongue took turns licking and teasing your clit and labia while his fingers went in and out, every movement of his hands stretching your hole a bit more for him.

While Jungkook was doing this and making you embarrassingly wet, Hana and you kissed, softly, gently, giggling throughout, mostly at the sounds Jungkook kept making. You didn’t expect Hana to touch Jungkook, but she moved her hand down to his head and pushed him into your crotch even more, which made him grunt and start sucking on your labia. That in turn made you arch your back and moan his name, eyes closing, head moving down to the bed. Fuck, the guy was great with his tongue and fingers too. What wasn’t Jungkook good at?

Unexpectedly, Hana got up off the bed. “I have to take another shower. I feel all sticky. I think it will be a bath. You two have fun…” She said calmly as you watched her get up in confusion. Jungkook didn’t seem surprised by this at all—his mouth never left you. Then, Hana leaned to you and grabbed your shoulders. “Do whatever you want, okay? You have my blessing. He’ll be nice to you.”

Jungkook chuckled at that and shot a glance her way as Hana made her way to the bathroom. In less than a minute, she went from kissing you to disappearing from the room. You were alone with him again, and your heart started racing—the moment suddenly felt intimate.

“You heard her?” He finally moved away from your pussy just to smile at you, remnants of your excitement still visible on his lips and chin. He propped himself up on his palms. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh,” you simply said, taken aback by the way Jungkook was suddenly looking at you like he was ready to devour you. Then, your eyes flew between his legs since you now finally got a good view of his body again and you couldn’t help but notice he was fully erect even though you hadn’t touched him in a while. “Put it in then.”

Your words made Jungkook happy, the low chuckle told you that, and so did the fact that he moved in closer until he was kneeling between your legs. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

The fact that he was stroking his cock while asking that made it hard for you to focus on anything else, let alone conversation. He was so fucking hot. How would you ever have sex with another man again? What would be the point? Jungkook was just kneeling there playing with his dick and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

“Yes,” you nodded with a smile, still not believing you’d get to feel Jungkook. His cock would be inside of you in a couple of seconds. “Just go slow.”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook reached out to pat your thigh gently, letting his hand linger there for a while, making you shiver. “I’ll go nice and slow for you…”

Then, you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance and run up to your clit. It quickly made its way between your folds down to your entrance and gently entered you, inch by inch. When the entire tip was in, Jungkook stopped and hissed before looking up at you.

“Good?” He asked and as soon as you nodded, gave you a bit more of his cock. “How are you this fucking tight?”

“I think you’re just big,” you told him, which made him grin. Clearly, Jungkook loved getting compliments about his size, and you were sure he got them often. A dick like that? There was no way women didn’t gush over it, especially since he was so good at everything.

When he eased another inch into you, you hissed and arched your back. His fingers did stretch you out, but this thing was huge. Sadly, even though you were extremely turned on, it still hurt to take it all in.

“Want me to stop?” Jungkook looked at you with eyebrows cocked up, clearly against the idea, but not wanting to go on and cause you pain. “Or to finger you a bit more? Eat you out?”

“Maybe, uh…” You took a deep breath before telling him something you thought about often. “I should ride you.”

“Ride me?” Jungkook seemed taken aback by the idea but then he chuckled and gently pulled out of you, making you wince at the loss even though it was painful before. Painful was better than empty, especially since you were so turned on. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“You don’t know a lot of things,” you pretended to be a lot more mysterious than you actually were as Jungkook lay on the bed next to you. You weren’t the most adventurous person out there, but did Jungkook have to know that?

“Can’t wait to find out,” he said, crossing his hands behind his back and staring at you as you straddled him. “Need me to help?”

“No, I got this,” you said as you grabbed the base of his dick and positioned it at your entrance. Slowly, you let the tip enter you before you let go of his cock and placed both hands on your thighs for support. “Oh, fuck…”

You tried to go slow at first, but then you realized it would hurt either way and that you’d get used to it the sooner it entered you fully, so you sat all the way down until you were sitting on Jungkook’s thighs, his hard cock deep inside of you, a loud moan leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. Jungkook’s hands flew to your waist instantly and he dug his fingers into your skin, pressing you even further into his own body, even though his cock couldn’t enter you even more if he tried.

“Christ, I’ll die,” Jungkook mumbled as he opened his eyes and then he smiled at you, cocking his head to the side. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes teared up a bit because of the stinging along his entire length, but you were slowly getting used to the feeling. It was strange to feel him inside of you, but it became a lot easier when you focused on how hot Jungkook looked lying under you, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of you on top of him. “Yeah, yeah… Just need to relax a bit…”

“Here, let me help,” he offered, sucking on his thumb and then moving it down to your clit so he could rub it, which did get your walls to start clenching and relaxing. “Just… Breathe…” Jungkook said gently, his thumb rubbing your clit while his other hand made its way from your waist up to your breast and gently squeezed it, grunting in the process. “I think you could make me come without even moving.”

The compliment made you chuckle, which in turn made your walls clench around his cock, and Jungkook reacted by grunting. “Are you trying to?”

“Not yet,” you shook your head and started to roll your hips in circles, letting his cock rub against your walls in hopes of them relaxing a bit. “Just want to… Feel you…”

“I feel you just fine,” Jungkook mumbled at you before biting down on his lower lip. “You’re so warm and wet for me… Can’t wait till you start jumping.”

You could hardly wait for that too—he felt so hard inside of you and you were sure he’d feel perfect once you got used to his size, so you started to move your hips front and back now, adjusting to the new feeling. Jungkook’s groaning and squeezing helped and the hand on your clit made you start going faster, and before you knew it, you were gently sliding up and down his cock, never going high enough for it to fall out, but always landing on his thighs with a loud smack, no matter how slowly you moved up.

Jungkook liked the tempo so much that he placed both hands on your waist and just let you do your thing. He couldn’t decide where to look—your crotch, your chest, your face—so his gaze flew all over, unable to stop at one place for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.

“It feels much better now,” you told him, and your words made him smile.

“I told you it would,” Jungkook smirked at you and somehow got you to melt all over again. What the fuck was up with him? You had him inside you, there was literally nothing more you could do to feel him, yet you wanted more and more. How he did it was beyond you, but you couldn’t waste time on questioning it. “Ride me faster.”

“Faster?” You cocked your head to the side and started to move the way he wanted you to, getting to feel every inch of him rub against your walls and touch every inch of your walls from the inside. You could feel your juices sliding down his cock, but you couldn’t get yourself to feel bad about it, not when you felt so fucking good because of him.

“Do you ride Jeonghun like this?” Jungkook asked after a series of hisses and moans, all of which were doing wonders for your ego. Never in your life did you think you’d see a man as attractive as Jungkook enjoy being inside of you this much.

“No,” you shook your head, not really in the mood to talk about your date. Sort of date. A guy you slept with a couple of times.

Whatever he was, you didn’t want to think about him when you were with Jungkook. This thing right here wasn’t going to happen again, and you wanted to make the most out of it.

Jungkook wanted to play dumb, so he frowned. “Why not?”

“He likes missionary,” you readily responded.

You weren’t sure how Jungkook always got you to be honest with him, but you figured the fact that he was inside of you had a lot to do with it. Your mind wasn’t working as well as your body—all you were focused on was his dick inside of you and how it felt whenever your hips smashed into his.

“He’s a nice guy, I’ll give him that, but he’s missing out on a lot,” Jungkook said while grabbing both of your breasts while you rode him, clearly deciding to make the most out of the situation, much like yourself.

The image of Jeonghun flashed before your eyes and it instantly made you feel guilty, even though you two weren’t exclusive. “Let’s not talk about him.”

“Why not?” The smirk didn’t seem to be leaving Jungkook’s face anytime soon. “You don’t like being dirty?”

“Nope,” you said while riding the dick of the guy who was dating your best friend like that wasn’t the dirtiest thing you could imagine. But, it was Jungkook, and it didn’t feel bad.

“I think you do,” Jungkook grunted, lowering his hands so he could grab your ass and help you jump on and down his cock. The more vocal he was, the faster and harder you were going. “I think you really fucking love fucking me behind your boyfriend’s back.”

“I don’t,” you disagreed because Jeonghun wasn’t your fucking boyfriend, but you didn’t want to explain these details while fucking Jungkook.

“Really? Is that why you’re riding me faster?” Jungkook chuckled, smacking your ass with open palms. “Is that why you’re dripping wet?”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t, not when all these words and actions were making you want to start jumping up and down, not caring if you were even going to land on his dick correctly. You kept wanting more and more, and you weren’t sure if more actually existed. “Fuck!”

“Oh, so it is…” Jungkook propped himself up on one elbow while using the other to pinch your nipple gently, making you arch your back. “What would Jeonghun say if he saw you now, riding my cock like this? I bet he thinks you’re such a good, sweet girl… That’s why he only does missionary… Doesn’t want to scare you away. What would he think if he saw you taking my cock like this?”

For some reason, the things Jungkook was saying were turning you on, and not because he was mentioning Jeonghun. It was because his words were making you feel dirty, and not in a bad way. It didn’t feel like Jungkook was judging you. Quite the opposite, it sounded like he fucking loved it. Why wouldn’t he? You were acting dirty for him.

So, you decided to play along. It was the dude’s birthday and you were so fucking into him that it hurt. Why not make the most out of this one and only chance you’d have with him? “He’d …. Be mad, I guess.”

“I’d be mad too,” Jungkook licked his lips and looked up at your face. “If I had a girl like you and someone else was making you feel better than I could? I’d be pissed.”

There he went again, mentioning these what-ifs and things that just couldn’t happen because he was dating your friend and you would never do that to her, no matter how much you enjoyed fucking Jungkook. “Stop saying that.”

“Why? It’s true… You come whenever I want you to. You told me he can’t make you come,” Jungkook shrugged, knowing he had a point, and you couldn’t help but notice he looked so smug lying down and letting you ride him with a smirk on his face. He knew you too well for this, you realized. “Such a shame... Wasting your time on a guy who can’t get you horny.”

“Jungkook,” you stopped moving and leaned in, opening your eyes completely to show him you were serious.

“Yeah?”

“Please, don’t say these things,” you lowered your voice, remembering that Hana was in the bathroom, taking a bath, but that he could probably hear everything you two were saying. “You’re Hana’s boyfriend.”

Jungkook seemed shocked for a second like he was surprised to hear you say that, but he quickly got it together and smirked. “Sorry… But, you’re still a little slut.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, kicking your head back and continuing to ride Jungkook, now dragging your fingernails across his chest and stomach down to his hips, where you let your palms rest.

“Oh, so that’s what you like. Less talk less about me, and more about how you’re being so bad right now,” Jungkook seemed pleased with himself for having found out your weak spot, the smug look on his face told you that. “Riding someone else’s cock while poor old Jeonghun is probably at home jerking off to you… I know I’d be.”

The words he was saying were making you get even more excited if that was even possible. The thought of Jungkook jerking off to you was driving you crazy. Did he really? Or was he just saying this in the heat of the moment, to turn you both on even more? Then, Jungkook started groping your breasts and you felt like you were about to explode.

“He’d be mad at me too if he saw this…” Jungkook continued, rubbing your hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers, getting you to arch your back and ride him even faster. As if he realized you were starting to lose it, Jungkook groped your breast, squeezing on them hard enough to get you going. “You got me hard two minutes after coming, and that rarely happens. Just shows how much I like you, and he’d hate it. Jeonghun would be so upset seeing his nice girlfriend jump on another man’s cock like this…”

That’s true, you had to admit. Of course he’d be upset, who wouldn’t? “He would be,” you moaned, deciding to continue playing Jungkook’s game. “But he won’t know.”

“If he does, he’ll try to fight me, I can already tell,” Jungkook snickered, spreading his thighs wider to give you more room when you moved your hips back and seeing him relax and let you do whatever you want with him lit a new sort of fire inside you.”Can’t blame him. No, fuck that, I can. He can try a little harder to get you to come. It’s not that hard. You just need to be turned on and relaxed…”

“Mhmmm,” you hummed in agreement without even thinking about it.

Did you really feel that way about Jeonghun? To be honest, you didn’t really think about him that much, except when you were about to go out with him, which definitely wouldn’t be happening again. But, Jungkook was right—Jeonghun could have tried harder to get you to come.

“And Jeonghun can’t get you to feel that way, right?” Jungkook asked, clearly teasing you, wanting to get compliments out of you, now moving his hands down and planting them around your waist.

“No,” you admitted right away, holding onto his shoulders so you could lift your hips and smack them against his harshly before quickly moving them back up again. “He can’t.”

“But I can,” Jungkook said confidently.

“Yes,” you couldn’t do anything but agree because it was painfully obvious by the way you were practically dripping onto his balls and thighs, covering him with your juices.

Anytime you went up and down his cock, you could hear how wet you were and feel how hard Jungkook still was, even after what seemed like hours of you riding him. Realistically, it had only been minutes, ten at most, but it was the best ten minutes of sex you’d ever had.

“Mhm, just as I thought…” Jungkook said, now moving one of his hands up to your face to cup it, getting you to practically purr at him. “You like me a lot, don’t you?”

You felt a lump form in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Jungkook knew you liked him and you knew you liked him—it was painfully obvious and you weren’t sure how you’d ever get over it after getting a taste of him. But, it was wrong. “Jungkook, don’t.”

“You can say it… Hana knows it,” Jungkook said, as if he was reading your mind.

He wasn’t, which meant he discussed this with Hana, which came as a shock to you. Why would they talk about something like that? She’s never mentioned talking to Jungkook about your crush on him. “What are you on about?” you asked, slowing down.

“I told her I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you,” Jungkook flashed you his teeth as he grinned, seemingly happy to be confessing this feeling to you, even though it was so wrong. “You’re just my type. Shy, hot in bed... Hana? Not shy. I like that too, but this is my favorite.”

“You told her that?” You stopped moving to give him a glare, still not believing the words coming out of his mouth. If he were your boyfriend and told you he was more into Hana than you, you’d cry and break up with him. What the hell was going on between these two? You clearly didn’t know them that well. “That’s mean.”

“Hey,” Jungkook said, patting your waist gently. “She told me she wanted to fuck Jimin before I even mentioned that. He was the one who introduced us, remember? So now we both got what we wanted… No, all three of us got what we want, because I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he paused to lick his lip and check you out from head to the point where your body met his, which happened to be your crotch. “You love fucking me.”

“Jungkook, please,” you hissed when he gently ran his hands up and cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples with his thumbs while still holding onto your flesh. Jungkook was touching you like he knew every inch of your body and exactly what you liked, and like he knew you’d let him do just about anything to you.

“Please what?”

“Don’t say these things,” you said with a slight shake of your head, feeling like your voice was faltering too. You were into him and you did love fucking him, but it was a one-time thing and he shouldn’t have been making such a big deal out of it.

“Why not? Don’t you like feeling that slutty?” Jungkook chuckled, but when he realized you weren't happy about it, he stopped instantly. “We’re not doing anything wrong. Hana knows about this and wants it. So, let’s make the most of it. Just relax and enjoy it.”

“Hana…” You tried coming up with something to say that could prove him wrong, that could show him that you two shouldn’t be discussing how horny you were for each other while he was dating your friend who just so happened to be in the other room, but your mind was drawing blanks because Jungkook was squeezing your breasts and looking straight into your eyes.

“Babe,” Jungkook sat up and leaned in closer so he could whisper at you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you in. “I had to hear about how much Hana thought about Jimin's dick while she fucked him right in front of me, so don’t worry. If she had a problem with it, she would have said no, okay?”

Really? The thought of that shocked you—why would anyone think about anyone other than Jungkook when they could have him whenever they wanted? Besides, why would Hana say these things in front of Jungkook?

“Okay,” you nodded, not believing what you were hearing. Hana wanted to fuck Jimin when she got to fuck Jungkook. Well, to each his own, but you’d always choose Jungkook.

“Relax, baby…” Jungkook grinned and reached back to grab the back of your neck and massage it. “Ride it,” he said, which was all it took for you to start moving your hips again, now feeling his cock inside you from a whole other angle, one that suited you even better. Or was it the fact that his face was now an inch away from yours?

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asked, stopping you from zoning out completely.

“Mhm… Great,” you practically moaned at him and he took that as a sign to go on talking dirty. Before that, though, Jungkook leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, teasing you even more.

“Big enough for you?” His cocked eyebrow told you Jungkook already knew the answer.

“Huge,” you whispered the word, and Jungkook’s face lit up.

“And you like that?” Jungkook wasn’t able to contain the excitement in his voice when he asked that, and you chuckled at his tone.

“I didn’t know I did,” you admitted, as he seemed to be waiting for you to respond as if it wasn’t already obvious that you were so into him it hurt.

This seemed to give Jungkook even more confidence. “You didn’t know a lot of things before tonight.”

“It’s like it’s my birthday,” you cracked the joke to ease the tension and try to focus solely on riding his dick, getting it to rub all against your walls from the inside, getting yourself to come.

“When is your birthday?” Jungkook seemed serious all of a sudden.

“In two months,” you responded, unsure of what that had to do anything, especially when you were in the middle of sex.

“Please, wish for this,” Jungkook whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder. It was a soft kiss, a peck, one that made shivers run down your spine. As if he sensed that the kiss was too intimate, Jungkook started to kiss his way up to your neck, which made you grunt.

“Stop talking about me and let me concentrate,” you told him while grabbing his shoulders and starting to move your hips faster, enjoying the feeling of having his mouth on you.

“You’re right…” Jungkook said with a chuckle before licking a strip up your neck and making you moan his name loudly. “I forgot, we’re focusing on how big of a slut you’re being…”

You hummed in agreement, surprised to find yourself liking his comments this much. There was just something about the way Jungkook said these things to you like they weren’t something bad. Instead, it seemed like he loved it too.

“And you know you’re being slutty, letting me fucking you raw like this… Riding my dick, letting it stretch you out… Jeonghun is not gonna like this,” Jungkook said, hissing when you rolled your hips in a way that he obviously appreciated. “You’re so wet my balls are dripping.”

“Sorry,” you said, feeling like such an idiot for something you couldn’t control.

Jungkook looked into your eyes again, making the moment feel really intimate again, like it was just the two of you there like the night didn’t have to end. “Don’t apologize, I fucking love it.”

“Great,” you grinned, rolling your hips in circles again while staring right into his eyes, never wanting to let him go.

“Let’s switch up…” Jungkook leaned in and kissed you gently. Then, he sank his teeth into your bottom lip. “I really want to fuck.”

You nodded and gently eased yourself off of Jungkook, letting his cock slide out of you, big, pink, and slick with your juices, which made you hiss when it landed on his stomach, making a loud wet noise.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to push you down on the bed and get on top of you, your crotch almost touching his, your legs on either side of his body as Jungkook sat up between your legs and scooted his hips closer to yours.

“Fuck, this is such a nice sight.”

You could only imagine how lascivious it looked from his perspective: you on your back, legs spread, pussy on display right in front of him, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when Jungkook was positioning his dick at your entrance and gently shoving himself in all the way. “Mhm, fuck…”

Jungkook kicked his head back and sighed deeply before looking at you again, his eyes warm and happy. “Still so nice and tight and warm… You really are into me.”

“Mhm,” you couldn’t help but agree, not when it was painfully obvious that you loved every second of him being inside of you.

“Good,” Jungkook said, grabbing both your thighs and squeezing them while moving his hips slowly, getting you to adjust to the new position. “It will be easier to get you to enjoy yourself.”

“I’m already enjoying it way too much.” You weren’t sure what exactly had gotten into you and made you admit that, but you knew Jungkook loved hearing it. You just didn’t want him to know he had that much power over you.

“I can tell, baby…” Jungkook grinned and shoved his cock inside of you all the way. Once he realized it didn’t hurt, Jungkook started to move his hips, moving in and out of you slowly. “You’ve never been fucked this good.”

“Is it that obvious?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Kind of,” Jungkook said, starting to speed up his movements, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how his body moved while he fucked you. Everything seemed to be moving in the same rhythm and it was almost mesmerizing. “I don’t mean that in a bad way… Just that you seem to like everything I do, which makes me so fucking hard I can’t even explain.”

Now, that was something you loved hearing. If he knew how excited he made you feel, it was only fair if you heard the same about yourself. Otherwise, you’d feel stupid tomorrow. “I feel it.”

“You do?” Jungkook grinned, smacking his hips into yours, which made your toes curl. Fuck, he really did know what he was doing. “You like knowing you get men hard?”

“Some men, yeah,” you pretended you didn’t understand what he was asking.

“Okay…” Jungkook shoved himself into you all the way again and stopped moving, letting you feel all of him. “Do you like knowing you get me hard?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t lie, not when Jungkook was standing still, hovering above you, your lips an inch away from his.

“Good, because you fucking do, and not just tonight,” he said, giving you a smirk followed by quick movements of his hips, ones that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Jungkook…” you called out his name, wanting to tell him he shouldn’t be telling you he gets hard for you, not even when you were fucking, because it was a one-time thing and you didn’t want to face him tomorrow and know you get him hard and he gets you excited, and you could never do anything about it ever again.

“I know you know it,” Jungkook said, burying his face in the crook of your neck and starting to pound into you hard, a lot harder than earlier, which made you dig your nails into his back and hold him closer.

You really didn’t know that, though. Never once did you think that Jungkook harbored any feelings, let alone sexual, for you. He was extremely friendly around and offered you advice and listened to you rant about your problems, but you never got the idea that he wanted to fuck you, mostly because he was dating your best friend and you tried hard not to think about him that way. You were just his hot girlfriend’s loser friend, at least that’s how you thought he saw you.

“You don’t like me saying that?” Jungkook grunted, still not moving away from your neck, still keeping the very fast pace which made it hard for you to breathe, let alone speak, but you loved every second of it.

“No,” you admitted with a sigh, trying to focus solely on his cock entering and exiting your body, getting you wetter by the second. “Hana…”

“Pretty, she knows it,” Jungkook smiled at you, like what he was saying was completely normal and you were the weird one for feeling weird about it. “But I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

You nodded without a word and focused on taking his features in.

After all, it was the first and last time you two were having sex, so you might as well try to take in all of it. Jungkook’s hairline was covered with beads of sweat and so was his face, even though in smaller quantities. The ends of his hair were sticking to his forehead and sides of his face, and that only made you want to pull him in so you could kiss and touch him.

However, you didn’t do that.

You lay there with your legs spread and marveled at the sight of this gorgeous man between your legs, keeping the same rhythm as he pumped himself in and out of you, his toned upper body on display, the dark tattoos in contrast with his skin, his earrings dangling whenever his thighs smacked against the back of yours.

“I never want to stop doing this,” Jungkook confessed and the confession made you bite down on your lower lip. You never wanted it to stop either, it just felt fucking amazing. “Can I go deeper?”

You nodded without a word, still enjoying the sight of him on top of you, in you, the lines of his face distorting with pleasure as he stuck his dick inside of you all the way in, getting to feel your warm pussy engulf him, pull him in closer. “Fuck,” he shook his head and looked straight into your eyes. “I’ve never been this hard in my life, everything feels fucking amazing.”

The compliments were music to your ears, you loved hearing this from someone you were as attracted to as you were to Jungkook, and the best part about it was that you knew that he wasn’t lying. Exaggerating, maybe, but not lying—you could feel just how hard he was.

“Does it feel good this deep?” Jungkook cocked his eyebrow up and when you nodded, he grinned. “Can I go faster?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, spreading your legs even wider, which made Jungkook grab you by the thighs, straighten your legs, and press them against his torso. Is that what people meant when they said their legs were around someone’s neck during sex?

You hissed when you felt Jungkook hit a spot deep inside you, which instantly made him freeze in place. “Fuck!”

“Too deep?” Jungkook gently rubbed your thighs with both hands and looked at you worriedly. “Slow down?”

“No, it’s… Uh… Strange?” You cocked your head to the side and couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. You were staring at each other, Jungkook stopped moving, and you found the whole thing funny. “It feels sharp but good?”

“Maybe I found the right spot,” Jungkook said with a grin and then started to fuck you again, this time putting a lot more energy into it, so much so that it got you to scream the first time he entered you all the way and touched that spot again.

From that moment on, most of it was a blur. You did what Jungkook’s voice instructed you to do, which was to close your eyes, breathe, and focus on his dick. It felt weird not watching him fuck you because that’s all you ever wanted to do, but Jungkook was the expert there, so you followed his advice.

Jungkook kept grunting and hissing, clearly enjoying the way your pussy felt around him, but you didn’t open your eyes to look at him. Instead, you kept them closed and focused on his cock. Every time it entered you, it went in deep, really deep. It hit a spot that hurt, but not as much as it felt good.

It was a really weird feeling, but you realized it actually felt good and that the pain came from too much pleasure if that was even possible. The a-ha moment happened when you noticed tears were streaming down your temples and that you were moaning without stopping, completely forgetting that both Jungkook and Hana could hear you falling apart under him.

“Oh, you’re getting so fucking wet now,” Jungkook grunted from above, tightening the grip he had around your thighs, continuing to fuck you, smack his body against the back of your legs, shove himself inside of you all the way, his thick cock filling you up in the best way imaginable.

Then, Jungkook spread your legs, holding each one up by your ankle, hitting the spot from an even better angle. The sudden change in positions made you arch your back and grab the sheets so you had something to hold onto.

“Jesus, Jungkook, keep going,” you muttered the words at him, taking a peek to see if he was as excited as you were just to find him biting down on his lip and looking at you, sweat dripping down his face and chest, looking completely immersed in the moment. “Oh my God…”

“What a tight little pussy you have,” Jungkook grunted, still keeping up with the same fast pace he’d set earlier, keen on getting you to come. “I wish Jeonghun could see you now, spreading your legs for me like a slut.”

“Fuck,” your back arched on its own. At that moment, you wished for that too—maybe he’d then realize that he had to put in a bit more work than just pump in and out of you until he came inside the condom. “Jungkook…”

“I bet he’d be so pissed off to hear all the things you told me….” Jungkook said with a chuckle. “Or see you let me fuck you raw and deep like this… Get to fuck you however you want… Feel those lips around my cock… Fuck, I want all of it so bad. You’re such a good slut for me tonight,” Jungkook hissed before saying your name, which was what threw you off the edge.

You felt like you were about to come ever since he hit that spot, but you just needed that little push to come undone all over his cock, and hearing him say your name did it for you. Jungkook felt you were coming, you were sure, even though he could already tell by the way your entire body twisted and turned while you screamed and held onto the sheets tight, so he kept fucking you, not stopping for a second until you asked him to, barely getting the words out.

The second you told him to stop, he did, but he didn’t pull all the way out, which actually felt nice. Instead, Jungkook stayed inside of you, planted your feet back on the bed, and leaned down to hover over you, his chest pressed against yours as he held himself up on his elbows.

“You are so fucking pretty when you come,” he grunted and started kissing you, so you finally opened your eyes, smiled at him, and then kissed him, feeling cocky enough to shove your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hands around him, tugging at his hair, dragging your fingers across his back, surely leaving marks.

Jungkook loved all of it, you could tell by the way he practically purred on your chest or the way he played with your tongue, or, even more obviously, the way his cock twitched inside of you.

“I want to see you come,” you said into the kiss, which made Jungkook pull away and lick his lips.

“God, yes,” he grunted and started to pump himself into you again and this time, it felt even better. “I fucking love this… Getting to see just how much of a slut you are for me.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan in response since Jungkook started to fuck you even faster than before, his hands now behind your shoulders, lifting them up so he could hold the upper part of your body while he fucked you hard, and it felt amazing, to say the least.

Since his hand held you in place, you didn’t move up and down the bed. Instead, you stayed in the same place and the only thing that moved was Jungkook’s hips, in and out, in and out, his dick filling you up so well each time, but only for a second or two before he pulled out and repeated the motion.

“I’ve wanted this for such a long time,” Jungkook grunted into your ear, his hands holding you in place while his hips snapped up and down quickly. “You feel so fucking warm and tight, just like I imagined…”

“Jungkook,” you were going to tell him he shouldn't be saying that, but then you realized he was about to come and that it was his birthday, so ruining his fantasy would probably spoil the night for him. “Fuck.”

“I wanted to fuck you so bad and now that I know how good it feels, I want it to be my birthday every fucking day,” he kept grunting into your ear while his hips smacked into yours from above. “Getting to feel how warm you are around me… Fuck, it’s great. And how sweet you sound? Your angelic face and then that fucking body of yours that makes me want to ram into you like you’re a blowup doll? I won’t do it, don’t worry. I have to go easy on you,” Jungkook said with a hiss, gently biting into your bottom lip.

“No, do it,” you looked into his eyes and grinned. Why not? Nobody has ever fucked you that hard. It was all bland and boring, just like you. Missionary, slow at first, very quick towards the end, that was it.

“Do it? You sure?” Jungkook checked again, even though you could tell he was dying to do it, and that he was really close to coming already.

“Yes, please, I want to feel it,” you told him, giving him a small grin before moving your hands down to cup his ass and give it a gentle squeeze. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he grunted and started to thrust into you so hard that you had to move your hands up to his back and hold onto him tight. At the same time, Jungkook let go of your shoulders and held onto the bed for support. There were too many sounds to focus on—the sounds of skin hitting skin, Jungkook’s low grunting which got louder and stronger the closer he came to coming, and your moans that you just couldn't stop, not when he was going so fast and making you feel like you were, in fact, his blowup doll.

“Oh, fuck, I’ll come,” Jungkook mumbled. “I’ll pull ou—”

“No,” you told him. “Pill. Come inside me.”

Jungkook rested his forehead against your shoulder and stopped moving for a second. “I had to stop before I absolutely exploded. Hearing you say this makes me think of so many nasty things…”

With that, he started to move again, clearly excited about getting to come inside of you tonight, which wasn’t a part of the deal. There was no way you’d say no to him, not when you were on the pill and nothing was stopping you from letting him fill you up.

To help him come, you decided to tell him nasty things, since Jungkook seemed to like it that much. “Only you get to come inside of me,” you said something you shouldn’t have said. “You were right, I am a slut for you, I like fucking you way too much.”

“Ughh,” Jungkook grunted and started coming. Even if you couldn’t tell by how spasmodic his movement became, the fact that he pressed the side of his face against yours and held you tight would have given him away. “So fucking tight,” he mumbled, still pumping in and out of you. “Can’t believe you’d let me fill you up with my cum like this…”

You cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss, which Jungkook gladly returned, and you two kissed for seemed like an eternity. During the kiss, you felt his cock get soft and slip out of you, letting his cum drip down your cheeks, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when it felt so nice kissing him. You wanted it to last forever, but you only had that one night, the night of Jungkook’s birthday, and it came to an end.

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You thought seeing Hana after the night you three spent together would be weird, but it was so much more awkward for you than you could have imagined. It felt like your knees went weak the second you saw her walking into the coffee shop unannounced. But, then she waved at you and came up to the bar with a grin like nothing changed between the two of you.

“Hey! Want to take your break with me?” Hana offered, pointing to a table next to the window, far away from any of your coworkers.

A couple of minutes later, you joined her with two coffees and sandwiches, feeling a huge lump in your throat.

Of course, it was still Hana and you were still you—nothing changed. However, now you knew your obsession with her boyfriend went way too far and that you’d have to stop hanging out with him, at least for a while. You’d have to try to forget the way Jungkook felt, kissed, touched, and focus on yourself and getting over your feelings before you could be his friend again.

You knew something like that would happen when you said yes to it, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass out on.

Still, it felt terrible when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t lie about it. Your entire body ached, you were tired and sore, but it was your chest that hurt the most because you knew it was a one-time thing, no matter how much you wanted it to happen again and again. Jungkook was in love with Hana, Hana was in love with him, and you were a hookup. That was it.

So, you avoided them for three days.

Jungkook texted, but you didn’t respond. The things he told you when you two were alone didn’t leave your mind for a second, but they were wrong. Men said a lot of things when they were horny and Jungkook was no exception, you’d learned. The guy asked his girlfriend for a threesome, they agreed on you, the person they both knew well, and he fucked you. That was the extent of his feelings for you.

Even if Jungkook, by some miracle, meant all those things, he was still Hana’s boyfriend and you didn’t want to talk about that topic with him and encourage him to say shit like that. It could ruin their relationship, which could potentially ruin your friendship with Hana and no guy was worth it, not even Jungkook, no matter how attractive, sexy, or great in bed he was.

Luckily, Jungkook didn’t push too much. He sent a text the next morning, thanking you for the night and wanting to know if you were okay, but you felt too confused and hurt and in love to respond to him. Then, you realized that you didn’t want to talk to him about it. You didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.

That night, Jungkook texted again, telling you he was worried about you and that he hoped nothing had changed.

You didn’t respond to that text either because you went to bed early. The day was exhausting from start to finish, mostly because you spent it alone, reliving last night in your mind over and over again, feeling guilt wash over you every time you’d find yourself enjoying these memories.

When you woke up, you found a third text from Jungkook, sent in the wee hours of the evening, asking you to forgive him if he crossed any lines. He also said he wouldn’t text you again because you clearly needed space. But, if you wanted to talk, he was always there.

All of that sounded perfect and it would have been had Jungkook not been your best friend’s boyfriend.

So, seeing Hana in person after all of that also hurt.

Did Jungkook tell her you weren’t talking to him? He didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but you felt like a total loser. You promised them nothing would change and then you completely changed your attitude towards Jungkook, who did nothing wrong.

“So… How are you?” Hana asked with a smile as she took a bite of the sandwich. “I’m so fucking hungry, sorry, I can’t wait.”

“No, no, please, eat,” you nodded and took a sip of the coffee, feeling too nervous to eat. “I’m fine, why? Just busy with work.”

Hana glared at you while she chewed and you knew she could see right through you. “Cut the crap,” she said, her mouth still full of food, but you felt so bad that you couldn’t even reprimand her for that like you usually would.

“I’m sorry I’m acting all weird,” you sighed, looking straight into her eyes. “I promised nothing would change and it clearly has, but not in a bad sense. I guess I just need time to like, get my thoughts in order, or something. Maybe it was a bigger step than I thought it would be.”

“Sure,” Hana readily agreed, chasing down the bite with a sip of coffee. “I get it, we all needed time to figure it all out. But that doesn’t mean we’ll just ignore each other in the meantime, right?”

“I would never ignore you,” you shook your head. Did it really come off that way? You really didn’t have time that week because you took all the extra shifts you could to take your mind off of things. You couldn’t think about Jungkook and the way he made you feel if you worked 12 hours a day. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t mean me,” her raised eyebrow told you that Jungkook told her all about his failed attempts at talking to you. “The three of us took part in it. If nothing has changed between you and me, it shouldn’t between the two of you.”

“Yes,” you nodded in agreement because Hana was right. Normal people would see the situation that way. Why change your behavior towards Jungkook but not her? It didn’t make any sense, but feelings rarely did. “It didn’t. I mean, it won’t.”

“Why are you ignoring Jungkook then?”

“I—,” you gulped, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. You could never lie to Hana, not even if you tried. She knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, and she could easily tell when you were being dishonest. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s work through it together,” your friend suggested with a smile as if she didn’t realize she’d be uncovering some shameful secrets if she kept pushing. “We’re best friends. What we did doesn’t change anything between us because we’re still friends.”

You nodded in agreement, holding your cup with both hands and taking comfort in its warmth. That’s what you really needed—a long warm hug, but not from Hana and definitely not from Jungkook, even though you knew how amazing his hugs felt.

“Cool. And you and Jungkook were friends before this. So why not stay friends after? Unless something changed…”

“No, nothing changed,” you spoke up, never wanting to think you were interested in her boyfriend or that you’d try to do anything to separate them. “I mean, Jungkook is still my friend, clearly.”

“But you have feelings for him,” Hana suggested with a completely serious face, looking straight into your eyes which made you look at the floor in embarrassment.

You felt like the worst person out there, mostly because it didn’t even look like she was angry. Of course she wouldn’t be, she was your friend, which was exactly why your feelings for her boyfriend were completely out of place. Did she realize this that night? How long has she known? You felt embarrassed to even exist in her vicinity.

“I…. Hana,” you sighed, still unable to face her. “You’re my friend and you’ll always come first. I just need time to forget about it before I can… Be his friend. But that’s all there is to it.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Hana said in such a calm tone that you just had to look at her to determine what she was feeling.

You found her smiling at you warmly, much to your surprise. When your eyes met, she reached out and placed her hand on yours.

“You idiot,” she said in a mocking tone, and your breath hitched in your throat, but then she giggled. “Did you really think I can’t tell? I got a boyfriend and suddenly forgot how you function? Please.”

“I’m sorry,” was all you could tell her. She could see right through you, as always.

“Will you please text Jungkook back?” Hana asked with a raised eyebrow, surprising you with her request. “I think he really wants to talk to you, but he’s waiting for you to text him back because he doesn’t want to pester you, or something like that.”

Your cheeks were blushing at that point, you could feel it. Why did she want this when you’d just told her how you felt about him? “M-maybe it’s better if I wait for a while until I can think straight.”

“I have to tell you something,” Hana leaned in and lowered her voice. “But don’t take it the wrong way and jump to conclusions, okay? Promise.”

“I promise,” you crossed your heart and looked right into her eyes, feeling like you were shivering.

“We broke u—” she started but was cut off by your loud gasp.

“What the fuck?” You couldn’t help but blurt out. “Oh my God, please tell me it had nothing to do with his birthday,” you glared at her, feeling like a total piece of shit for getting involved with a couple. What in the hell were you thinking? “I feel so bad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? Fuck, I hope I di—”

“Stop,” it was her turn to cut you off by raising her hand. “We talked about it before. Long before the threesome even happened. There’s love and there’s lust, and we both knew what our thing was. Then I started thinking about Jimin way too much and that was my own fault. But, I have to say that I always knew he had a soft spot for you. Jungkook, I mean. He took more interest in you than he did in me. Well, you know what I mean. You two became friends and we’re more like people who fuck and like each other enough to hang out, something like that,” she explained and then shrugged.

“What? I don’t get anything.”

“I’m saying that we were discussing just breaking things off and being single and then it was my birthday and I asked him for a favor, with Jimin. And I thought we’d break up then and that would be it. But then Jungkook asked for a present, and I knew exactly what it was going to be,” she looked at you knowingly. “And I also knew that if I told you we technically broke up, you’d never do it. And I knew you definitely should.”

“I feel totally cheated just so you know,” you told her after taking all of it in. “You are right, I never would have done it, so I’m kind of upset. I’m just shocked by all of this, I guess.”

“Listen... “ Hana reached out again, grabbing your hand. “Jungkook is a really sweet, nice guy. I know what you’re thinking, he’s my ex and it’s wrong and he likes to experiment and you’re monogamous and all that. Well, he’s my ex, but so fucking what? You fucked him too, we’re even. And the thing is, he’s not like me, maybe that’s why we don’t work well together. He wants to experiment if he doesn’t have deep feelings for someone,” Hana smirked at you. “I would bet everything I have that Jungkook would never let you sleep with Jimin or any one of his friends. There’s just no way he’d do it. With me, it’s different because we just had that type of thing, it was fun and convenient and we got laid, but that’s about it.”

“This feels so fucking weird. Like, you sitting here, trying to explain how Jungkook, who I thought was your boyfriend five minutes ago, would be a good choice for me,” you shook your head before letting it fall into your palms. “It’s too much.”

“Okay. Take your time,” Hana chuckled, and hearing her laughter made everything seem fine and normal again. “I’m just trying to tell you that whatever you decide is fine with me, for real. I didn’t want to say it over the phone because I wanted to be sure you knew I meant it. And also, Jungkook’s been nagging me for three days. He wants to make sure you’re alright, you don’t regret it, you don’t hate him, and stuff like that. So I wanted to let you know that we’re not together, we didn’t break up because of you, and you should really talk to him, even if you don’t know what you want.”

“You think so?”

“Yes,” Hana shook her head at you. “I know you. You’ll overthink this, imagine a million different scenarios, and find a million downsides to this. Well, if you talk to him about it, he can answer your questions so you don’t come up with your own answers. Jungkook’s not going to force you to meet up with him or anything, he just wants to talk. Hear him out and then take your time to decide. You don’t even have to decide, that’s the best part of life. Nobody’s forcing you to do anything. Take your time, live a little, have fun with him. Just talk to the guy.”

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Hana’s friendship always meant the world to you, but that day, you realized that she was really the best friend you’d ever had. Your mother always used to tell you that blood was thicker than water because your family would always put your interests first while friends would often take their own feelings into account.

Well, Hana proved your mother wrong.

The worst part about this whole thing was that she was right—you had to respond to Jungkook and hear him out. Otherwise, you’d come up with a bunch of problems and not one solution. You’d come to conclusions on Jungkook’s intentions when that wasn’t something you could know, not without talking to him first.

You: I’m sorry for not responding. I talked to Hana today and she explained what happened between you.

What else did you want to tell him? The dude texted you three times and went out of his way to get Hana to talk to you, so you had to get it all out there and explain everything.

You: It was stupid to ignore you, but I wanted to try to forget what happened before I talked to you again

You: Honestly, it felt wrong to have all these feelings for my friend’s boyfriend, so I didn’t want to get involved even more

Was that right? Of course, you didn’t want to suggest anything or dig deep into your feelings when you weren’t even sure what it was that he wanted from you.

Jungkook: Thanks for responding :) I was worried about you after everything

Jungkook: I’m sorry if I made it weird by saying all those things… I guess I got ahead of myself, but I just forgot that you didn’t know that Hana and I weren’t a thing anymore, so it must have sounded really weird

Jungkook: Now that you know, I hope you can look at it differently, but I also get it if you can’t. I keep thinking we fucked up by not just telling you we weren’t together, but Hana was against that, but maybe I should have went against her wishes this one time

He was right, it was all a bit too much. The fact that the two of them knew they weren’t together but kept it from you did sound weird, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood where Hana was coming from.

Clearly, she thought you and Jungkook would work well together, a lot better than the two of them, but she also knew you as a person, which meant she was aware that you’d never agree to fuck her ex right after they broke up.

You: It’s really a lot to take in at once, if I’m honest

Jungkook: That’s true and it’s normal to feel that way, it’s all complicated

Jungkook: But I’m hoping you’ll think about it and come to the same conclusion as me

You: And that is?

Jungkook: That we would work out, for sure, even if it’s all a bit messy :) because we care about each other

You stared at the text for minutes, the words “care about each other” flashing before your eyes, not leaving your mind for a second. Jungkook was saying this? To you?

You: Oh? Pretty cocky :D

That maybe wasn’t the most appropriate thing to say, but it felt easier to turn everything into a joke than admit all your feelings for Jungkook right away, especially when you felt so confused by the whole thing.

Jungkook: Hm… You may not want to date me or be in a relationship with me after everything, BUT you can’t tell me you don’t care about me

Jungkook: I can tell, just like I know you can tell

Jungkook: I mean, if Hana and all of my friends see it…

What? Did people really know about this?

You: What??

Jungkook: We really have a lot to talk about lol want to go out for a walk or something?

You felt like a fool when you realized that everyone other than you knew you had feelings for Jungkook. And that he had feelings for you, even though that still felt surreal. His friends? Really? He really baited you right in.

You: When?

Jungkook: After work? Before dinner? Tonight? Literally whenever you want

You: After work’s fine

Jungkook: Are you nervous?

You: Fuck yes

Even that was an understatement. You kept thinking about what you were going to wear, how you’d even survive looking into Jungkook’s eyes again, how you’d tell him any of the things you were thinking and how you’d sit through him complimenting you in person.

Jungkook: It’s okay :D I won’t do or say anything you don’t want

Jungkook: I’m a pretty straightforward guy, but I know it’s a complicated situation and it will take time

Jungkook: and I have all the time in the world and want to try to make it work

Your heart beat so loud you thought it would just jump out of your chest. Why was he saying these things when he knew how you felt? It would be so strange to see him face to face after all these confessions.

You: Let’s talk about it when we meet up :)

Did that sound cold? You couldn’t help but feel that way when you read the text again, so you quickly typed and sent another one.

You: I don’t want to sound uninterested or something because you know I’m not. I think we should talk about it in person and decide what to do then

Jungkook: Of course, no worries! I’ll come pick you up after work then?

You: Great, see you then

Jungkook: I’m so excited :D

You: LOL me too

You: why are we acting like high schoolers?

Jungkook: isn’t it a good feeling, though?

Jungkook: being so excited about just seeing someone and talking to them

Jungkook: doesn’t happen often :) see you later!

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“I’m not sure if that’s what you want, but I don’t want this to ruin our f-friendship,” he stutters and curses himself internally, lips pursing into a straight line. “If you’re not interested in me, I can live with it and still be your friend, and I hope you can too. I’d really hate it if my confession changed things between us because I love spending time with you… Ah, fuck this!” he groans at himself, staring at his desperate reflection in the mirror. What a dipshit. There’s no way any of this would sound good to you.

He really is becoming pathetic, Jimin is right. Who practices his confession speech and monitors himself in the mirror?

The party’s an hour away, and Taehyung’s promised himself that he’ll tell you tonight because he just can’t take it anymore. His feelings for you are pretty obvious, and he’s sure every single one of your mutual friends knows about his crush on you. Jimin figured it out before Taehyung did, but his best friend obviously knows him a lot better than Taehyung ever gives him credit for—he was right.

Taehyung doesn’t want to spend so much of his scarce free time with you because he simply enjoys being your friend. He does, of course, but he also wants you all to himself, to have your attention, to be the one who makes you laugh, whose hand you hold to warm yours up, who gives you piggy-back rides when you get tired of wandering around the city with him, and there’s nothing friendly about that. It’s selfish and pathetic, and it makes him feel weird—would you do all these things with him if you knew how he felt about you?

In your eyes, he was a good friend, maybe one of the best at that point since you’ve been spending a lot of time together. Still, you’ve never even hinted that you liked him back, not in that way, at least.

The thoughts of getting to be with you like he wants to are starting to consume Taehyung more and more, which is why he’s decided to confess during the Christmas party. The timing is right—he’s going home in a couple of days so he won’t have to see you for a couple of weeks, which will be great if you turn him down. It won’t seem like he’s avoiding you if he’s in another town visiting family. Plus, you’ll both be drinking at the party, and he just thinks talking about feelings is a lot easier when you’re less anxious.

Looking at himself in the mirror, all dressed up in a suit with a serious expression on his face, Taehyung cackles. He could really use a drink right now to forget about this pathetic scene. Who practices their speech like that?

Three hours later, Taehyung wishes he’d practiced more as he watches you talk to a friend from work. Just how in the hell is he just going to bring this up in the middle of a conversation? There are so many people at this party, and you’re a social butterfly tonight, saying hi to everyone, making sure they’re having a good time. After all, your best friend threw the party and you want it to be a success, so you’re doing everything you can to make people feel welcome.

Despite that, you find time to walk over to where Taehyung’s standing with Jimin, sipping on the punch and thinking about when to approach you, and say hi to him. You’ve checked on him at least five times during the last hour, lingering around a lot more than you do around other people, as Jimin points out as soon as you leave.

“I’m telling you, you are both into each other,” he pats Taehyung’s shoulder, but that doesn’t really reassure him. “She has a soft spot for you, too.”

“If that were true, wouldn’t she have said anything by now?”

“Wouldn’t you?” Jimin cocks his head to the side and pretends to think. “Oh, wait, you’re both idiots. I’m telling you, man, she is into you too. Maybe she’s worried about the same things you worry about, ruining the friendship, getting turned down, things turning embarrassing, you guys breaking up and not staying friends after…”

“Oh, please, do list more things that could go wrong while I prepare to do this,” Taehyung tuts at his friend, feeling dread wash over him. He quickly downs the rest of his punch and walks over to the big table in the middle of the room to pour himself some more, leaving Jimin to chuckle in the background.

A drink later, Taehyung finds himself staring at you, practically drooling as you dance with your best friend, jumping around and belting out the lyrics to a Christmas song. You’re lost in your own world, unaware of his eyes on you. A couple of other friends join you, and Taehyung wonders if he should too, but you are already dancing with someone else, too busy trying to be a good co-host.

Another drink later, Taehyung is rushing out onto the balcony when he realizes you’re spending a long time talking to a guy he hasn’t seen before.

“A coworker,” Jimin informed him a minute before that. “She’s not into him.”

Even though these words were meant to make Taehyung feel better, they don’t work. The guy’s been whispering in your ear half the night, and you don’t seem to hate it. Quite the contrary, you’re giggling and whispering back, seemingly forgetting that Taehyung is even there, which might mean that this guy is the one you like.

Not that Taehyung would know. You never mention any crushes or exes around him, never give any details on your dating life, even though you do fill him in on everything else that’s going on. Taehyung is left in the dark when it comes to the men in your life. So, he leaves to get some fresh air out on the balcony so as not to have to watch you fall for someone else on the day he decides to confess.

The cold air does Taehyung good, sobers him up a bit, makes him realize that he’s being a big baby. You’re still his friend, and he’s acting like a total idiot for leaving the room because you’ve given someone else your attention for longer than five minutes. He never acts like himself around you, and this is just proof of how bad he’s got it for you. At least no one has noticed that he walked out like an angry child, Taehyung nods to himself. Well, maybe Jimin did, but he’s going to tease regardless.

A second later, you’re walking out on the balcony too, thankfully without your friend. Taehyung would have probably combusted had you brought that guy here too. Of course you figured out something’s wrong—you always do.

“Not having a good time?” you walk over and lean on the balcony railing right next to him, your scent instantly finding his nostrils, making him want to pull you in closer so he can bury his nose into the crook of your neck and pretend you’re his.

“No, I am,” Taehyung does his best to nod enthusiastically, not wanting to ruin your mood. You’re trying hard to make this party work, and he’s not going to be the party pooper. “I just needed some fresh air.”

“You sure?” you ask, your head cocked to the side so you can get a good look at his face, and Taehyung just has to look at you, unable to pretend you’re not there when you’re so beautiful. “You’re usually the life of the party… You’ve only spoken to me and Jimin tonight.”

“It’s just… Not my night,” he sighs and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Is this privilege something he’ll lose after you reject his confession? It will probably feel weird to let someone hug you like that when you know they’re into you while you’re just… Not. “You two did a great job, everyone’s having fun. Don’t worry about me right now.”

“I always worry about you,” you grin. “That’s what friends are for.”

Yeah, friends. The word hurts him once again, but only because he wants more than that and is terrified of always staying just a friend, of someone who will have to be supportive of you and the future lucky guy who gets to date you. Taehyung would be supportive, clearly, but he’d also be in a lot of pain in that case.

“You’re too good,” he pulls you in closer so your side is pressed into his, both of you instantly feel warmer. “So, who’s the guy?”

“What guy?” The look you give him lets him know you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“The one I don’t know,” Taehyung says with a sigh, hoping he won’t hear that the dude’s your date or something.

“Oh, that’s Jihwang from the office, remember?” you explain with a grin, making Taehyung feel like a total dumbass yet again—he does know about the guy. “I’ve mentioned him.”

“Ah, the married guy, yes,” he clears his throat, feeling even dumber about his little walkout. “Shouldn’t you be out there entertaining guests?”

“Mhm,” you hum in agreement, “but my friend is acting all strange and sulky, and that’s a bit more important now.”

Is this the moment? Life doesn’t give people many chances, and this seems like a good one. After all, you’ve just told him he’s more important to you than this party, and he can just follow up on that and tell you that you’re more important than most things to him. Will that sound okay? Just like he practiced—a deep breath first.

“I’m all good,” Taehyung moves his hand from your shoulders and faces you.

You’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen, no exaggeration, and you only get prettier with time, as he gets to know you better and spends more time with you. Taehyung never wants to risk losing this time with you, he wouldn’t know what to do without your company.

“Are you sure?” you ask again, and the look you give makes him chicken out—he can’t confess and endanger all of this.

Words don’t come easy anymore, so Taehyung swallows loudly and decides to just give up on his silly little idea. “Maybe I’ve had a drink or two too much… Should head home early.”

Your face instantly frowns as you take in the news, “But you just got here!”

“I’ve been here for hours,” Taehyung chuckles, finding you adorable, even when you’re not making any sense. You know when he arrived—you were the one to open the door for him and hug him. “I’m not in the partying mood anyway. Just came to support you.”

It’s true. Taehyung had nothing to celebrate, even though Christmas was just around the corner. The festive mood didn’t do much for him, and all the anxiety he’s been feeling about coming clean about his feelings wasn’t helping either.

“Then support me by staying and dancing with me,” you suggest, grabbing hold of his hand and squeezing it. “One dance. Then you can go if you’re still bored and grumpy.”

Five dumb Christmas songs later, Taehyung is still there, dancing with you and your friends, having you in his arms then losing you after a couple of lines as people swap partners like crazy. You’re like a magnet that always pulls him in, and he just can’t seem to stay away. Taehyung was contemplating going home earlier and letting people have fun, but now that he has your attention, he feels like the most valued guest there and doesn’t want to stay away from you.

But, he has to use the bathroom, so he leaves the room, unaware of the fact that you instantly notice his absence and follow him out.

“Hey, Taehyung!” you yell after him, which instantly makes him turn around. He loves hearing you say his name. You catch up with him quickly, out of breath from running. “Are you leaving without saying bye?”

“Oh, no,” he reassures you. “I was just going to the bathroom.”

“Sorry,” you cover your face with your hands and laugh. “I saw you leaving and panicked. It seemed like you were having a good time, so I was confused to see you go.”

“I am having a good time,” Taehyung pats your cheeks gently, letting himself get a bit too touchy-feely with you, but you don’t seem to mind, not a bit. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I have to,” you smile, igniting a spark of hope inside him—maybe he does stand a chance. However, you extinguish it just as quickly. “I’m one of the organizers, right?”

“Is that the only reason?” Taehyung feels dumb for asking the question, but it’s what he feels at this moment. Did you follow him just because you don’t want your guests to start leaving early? Or was it because you care about him too?

“What do you mean?” you seem surprised, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion over your eyes. “You… I…”

Taehyung’s completely confused you, so he tries to say something to stop you from overthinking. “I mean… You know, ah…” Yeah, great, just like he practiced.

“Of course it’s not the only reason. I want everyone to have a good time, clearly, but you’re also my friend,” you say, suddenly seeming very serious, the smile gone from your face as you fiddle with your fingers.

“Okay,” Taehyung takes a deep breath, thinking this is the moment. Will the timing ever be 100% right? Absolutely not, but you’re alone and away from people, and he’s already ruined the chance he had on the balcony, so it was now or never. “I wa—”

Taehyung gets cut off by a loud screech coming from your friend Mina, the actual organizer. “There you two are! Sneaking off to make out?”

The comment clearly makes you both uncomfortable as you take a step backward at the same time. You giggle nervously while Taehyung doesn’t find the idea funny—he thinks it’s more of a wishful thinking kind of situation.

“Oh, shut up,” you’re the first to speak up and tell your friend off. Is the idea that crazy to you? To Taehyung, it sounds appealing.

“I’ll go to the bathroom and all that,” Taehyung informs you, gently squeezing your arm. “Don’t worry, we’re all good.”

With that, he leaves, realizing that the universe may be telling him tonight’s just not the night to confess, even if it’s unbearable to be around you and not tell you. That’s all Taehyung wants to do. That, and hold you and kiss you and make out with you and a lot of other things he can’t even imagine you doing, even though he’s tried.

As with most things in life, chances come unplanned and unannounced.

For Taehyung, his last chance came at 3 am, as you, Jimin, and he made your way home from the pancake place. For a guy who said he’ll stick around only for an hour or so, Taehyung sure walked over his word—you three and Mina were the last people at the party.

After pancakes, it is time to go home, and Jimin informs you that he’s going to the other side of town for a booty call. Somehow, Taehyung has a feeling there’s no booty call and that he’ll see Jimin as soon as he gets home. Does Jimin think this is the perfect opportunity, too?

“At least one of us three has to get some action, right?” the sly bastard says as he pats both your backs, and Taehyung makes a mental note to give him a kick on the shin when they see each other later.

He doesn’t have to be reminded of the lack of action in his life, let alone in front of you. Besides, maybe you get more action than the two of them combined, and they just don’t know about it because you keep these things to yourself.

So, you two end up walking home together, opting for a walk after eating pancakes instead of going to bed feeling full. Taehyung’s thankful for the decision as it gives him more time around you, which also means more time to gather the courage to speak his mind. On top of that, this plan allows him to have you to himself once again, the night draining him of all energy, which also means his tongue is a bit looser now.

When you two walk together, you always hold onto his bicep for support, walking close by, and you look like a couple. Sadly, you’re not one, and if Taehyung doesn’t speak up, you won’t ever be.

“Thanks for coming tonight, Tae,” you say after walking in silence for a while, even though you both usually enjoy the peace and quiet you have around each other. “It means a lot.”

“Anytime,” he pats the hand you’ve wrapped around his bicep and looks down at you with a grin, realizing just how used to you he’s gotten. You entered his life as a friend and became irreplaceable to Taehyung, without him even realizing it at first. Now, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not have you there, so he wants you to know it. “You know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”

“You mean it?” you ask, half-surprised by the seriousness of his tone.

The way you look at him with a slight pout melts his heart, and Taehyung has a hard time stopping himself from blurting it out right here and now. How can you not know that he’d do literally anything for you? Well, except be honest about his feelings, but that’s just because he doesn’t want to lose you. Anything else he’d do in a heartbeat just to know that you’re happy.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Taehyung asks, looking straight ahead once again, feeling conflicted. “You’re important to me.”

You seem endeared by the comment, judging by the whine you make and how you grip onto his bicep, slightly jumping up. “That’s so sweet. You’re important to me too, Tae. I hope you know it.”

“I do,” he pats your hand again because he does know he’s one of your closest friends now.

You call Taehyung when you need to take your mind off of things like he does you. In a world full of problems and commitments, you two give each other freedom somehow, and he hasn’t even cracked how or why either. Still, Taehyung knows that’s what this is, which is why it’s so important to him. You’re the only person who gets his need to be around people but not talk about serious matters, to have someone just be there or, at other times, just listen without offering advice or wanting to solve things on his behalf. It’s peaceful to have you around on days when Taehyung feels overwhelmed.

He tries to think about something else as you two keep on walking, anything other than the fact that he’s a second away from ruining your friendship. But, it’s the perfect chance—you’re all alone, just the two of you, and you’re in front of your building already. Even if you say no, you’re not stranded somewhere alone with the guy you’ve just turned down, which is good, Taehyung guesses. You can say ‘no, thank you’ and go up to your apartment without feeling trapped, which is a good option to have after someone ruins your friendship.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you tell him after a couple of seconds of Taehyung just standing there, his mind drawing blanks when it came to telling you how he felt. He got so lost in thought that he forgot you’re already there and that you should be going up. “And for coming. And for staying. For everything, actually.”

“As I said, you’re always welcome,” Taehyung finally moves away from you so he can face you, and as soon as he does, he can’t hide his smile. You look stunning like this, slightly buzzed despite having eaten, a grin adorning your pretty face as you look up at him warmly. “And there’s no need to thank me, ever. I’ll be there when you need me.”

“I’m sure you had better places to be than our little party, especially since you’re leaving soon,” you suggest but don’t know how far from the truth you are, “but you came to my party, so I want to thank you.”

“Technically, it’s Mina’s party,” Taehyung corrects you just to get you to laugh, and it works. He’s messing around with you, as always, and he knows you’ll figure it out. There’s no place he’d rather be than with you, and he wants to say that so you can finally realize what he feels.

“Technically, it’s Mina’s party,” you repeat his words, mimicking the way he said them while grimacing, and he thinks you’re being adorable. “Fool, I was trying to be nice to you.”

“You’re always nice to me,” he says, unable to contain his smile. You are. That’s why he likes you this much. Even on your worst days, you don’t treat him differently, and that’s all he can ask for from a partner. Even on his worst days, you’re kind and understanding, despite him being difficult.

“I’ll miss you,” you say before sighing and looking away, hiding your eyes from Taehyung. “Have fun with your family and use your time off well.”

You will? Taehyung can’t help but get all giddy at your words as he didn’t think you’d even think about him during the holidays. You had all these crazy plans with Mina, he’s already heard all about them, and it’s not like he is the only other friend you have. You live a good life, filled with friends and laughter and activities, always keeping yourself busy and useful.

“I’ll… Miss you too,” Taehyung says, omitting the ‘so fucking much’ part. Is now the perfect time?

You talk for a while about the party, about your plans for tomorrow, about when Taehyung’s leaving and whether he got all the gifts for his family. In other words, everything except what Taehyung wants to discuss with you. He’s listening, but not fully, not when his heart is beating in his ears as he thinks of the right words to say.

When you hug him and kiss his cheek, wishing him a good night, Taehyung knows it’s now or never, so he says your name before even thinking about what he’s going to say next—he just can’t let you walk away without saying what’s on his mind.

You look up at him as you wrap your arms around yourself, running your palms up and down your biceps to warm them up. “Yes?”

“I’d…” Taehyung gulps, suddenly forgetting everything he practiced back home, the things he went over in his head a million times nowhere to be found. “I was, uh, wondering…”

“Yeah?” you try to help him out, but nothing can help him at this moment—he just needs to push through it and get it over with. Otherwise, he’ll never say it, and things won’t change.

“You’re my friend. I don’t want you to stop being my friend or for us to grow apart,” he nods, thinking that part sounds fine. You seem to be confused already, but Taehyung keeps going with the flow, even though he’s messed up at the beginning. “Or for anything to change between us. Well, maybe something, I guess.”

“Why would it change?” you stop moving your hands and give Taehyung a questioning look that makes his breath hitch in his throat.

“Because I like you.” The words are blurted out quickly but you hear them loud and clear, it seems.

“I like you too,” you respond with a warm smile, and Taehyung realizes you didn’t understand him at all, which means he’ll have to explain further. Of course, he prepared for this, but now that it’s happening, Taehyung doesn’t know what to do.

“I mean, not just as a friend,” he speaks up again, holding his breath as he watches your face, but it doesn’t give anything away. His chest feels tight all of a sudden like there’s no air to breathe, so Taehyung holds his breath and waits for you to say something, anything.

Finally, you speak up, still grinning at him. “I know. Me too.”

Taehyung thinks you’re still not getting it. Yes, you’re more than friends to each other—you’re way too close to just call each other friends. Mina’s a friend, but you? You’re something else. But, he doesn’t mean just that, and you don’t seem to be following. It’s Taehyung’s own fault for wandering off the script and improvising.

“I… I’m not sure we’re on the same page here,” Taehyung admits and looks down at the pavement for a second, worried about your reaction to what is going to follow. “You are a friend, and a great one at that, but I would like to be more than just your friend, is what I’m trying to say.”

You are now smiling, and Taehyung’s heart is beating so fast he thinks it will explode. Why aren’t you saying a word? “Taehyung, I would like that too,” you tell him softly, the smile never leaving your face. “I thought you knew that already.”

Taehyung can’t help but scoff, feeling like a total idiot. You thought he knew? The idea of you feeling the same way hasn’t even crossed his mind, not even when Jimin tried to convince him otherwise. Then, he thinks about your words again and realizes you’ve just said yes.

“Wait, you would?” Taehyung has to ask to be sure you are talking about the same thing. Did you just say you’d like to be more than friends with him?

You spread your arms out and smile, shaking your head. “Was it not obvious enough?” you ask, biting down on your lip. “I just didn’t want to mess things up.”

“We won’t,” Taehyung says, hoping he will not get turned down because of this shared worry of yours. But, if you like him too, nothing is stopping you from giving it a go, right? He realizes the meaning behind your words a bit later than you expected and can’t help but chuckle at his own panicked reaction. “You, you, you want to give it a try?”

“I don’t want things to change between us either,” you lift a hand and place it on Taehyung’s chest before continuing, “but I think it’s stupid to not do what we both want just because we’re friends. I mean, we like each other. Why not try to make it work?”

Taehyung can hear his heartbeat in his ears and for a while, he can’t say a word. Jimin was right—you want it too. You want him. The next thing he knows, his arms are wrapped around you and he’s leaning in for a kiss, which you both seem to want. The second your lips meet, all his worries evaporate into thin air, leaving him with the warmth caused by your lips touching his, your hand around his neck, bodies pressed against each other, your taste unforgettable.

Taehyung can’t believe his luck when he’s invited up to your place or when you take the lead and kiss him again as soon as you set foot in the apartment. Now, this is something he hasn’t practiced for in the mirror. He didn’t think he was going to get this far, he didn’t dare dream of it and let himself fall down the hole of imagining you two hooking up. Despite not being prepared for it, Taehyung isn’t worried in the slightest, for some reason. It’s you, after all, and even though he wants to impress you, he knows nothing can go wrong—you two know each other too well.

It’s all happening so fast, and Taehyung’s loving every second of it. He’s thought about getting to kiss you so much, and now it’s finally here and it’s so much better than what he thought it would be. Your kisses are sweet and gentle, but they quickly become teasing as he feels your tongue lightly pushing into his mouth before it disappears, making him want more.

Your hands are wrapped around his neck, chest pressed against his, lips kissing him, and he can’t help but hug you, pull you in closer. Taehyung doesn’t think he was invited up here for anything more than kissing and he’s completely fine with it—you two have all the time in the world to do these things. He is a patient guy, and he can be even more patient when it comes to you. As long as he gets to be in your company, he’s happy with whatever you decide to do.

The kisses are slow and sensual at first, the two of you taking your time getting to know each other in a new way, exploring one another now that it is all out in the open. Well not all, but you both now know you like each other, which is a good start. Taehyung cups your face and pecks your lips before moving away to take your expression in, thumbs rubbing your cheeks, a smile spreading across your face when you look up at him.

“We should have done this a lot sooner,” you tell him, and it’s like music to his ears. Taehyung can’t believe he’s hearing this from you, and that you reciprocate even a fifth of what he feels for you. The feelings that have been piling up and multiplying for months are now finally expressed through a kiss, which he never wants to end.

“Yes, but we’re doing it now,” he responds, hoping it sounds reassuring because it’s not really comforting for him, either. Taehyung could have been with you all those times he spent yearning for you, all alone, wondering if you’re ever going to feel the same way. It’s wasted time, but you have all the time in the world now.

Five minutes later, when the kissing starts getting passionate, tongues entering the game, Taehyung hopes he’s going to get invited to stay the night after all. He needs you now, his cock a painful reminder of just how much.

The amount of times he got off to you is embarrassing, and not one of those times comes close to what he’s feeling when you start taking his clothes off. The second he feels your fingers on his skin, Taehyung gets the urge to ravage you. He returns the favor, trying to kiss you while getting rid of the items of clothing you have on, which slows him down drastically. But, he doesn’t want to stop kissing you even for a second, the feeling of your tongue on his too addictive.

And then, your fingers wrap around the base of his hard dick and squeeze, which causes Taehyung to stop thinking straight. The next second, he’s lifting you, your legs finding his waist so you can hold onto him as he carries you to your bed and lowers you into it. You don’t talk much during the whole ordeal, mainly because you’re busy kissing each other as if you’re afraid the spell will break if you move away for a second.

Soon enough, Taehyung’s on top of you, kissing you gently, taking the moment in. He takes the time to enjoy the feeling of your soft skin under his fingers, or your hair in his fist as he pulls it and caresses it, or your breast, which fills his palm just perfectly. It’s the first time he gets to feel you like this, and he doesn’t want to miss a thing.

“We should have done this sooner,” you repeat yourself when Taehyung nibbles on your ear, slowly making his way down your neck, his hand still glued to your chest as he kneads the flesh as much as he can.

“We’re doing it now,” he reiterates, making you both laugh.

Suddenly, your hand is in his hair, playing with his locks as his mouth finds your nipple and sucks it in. Taehyung can’t believe he gets to see you naked, touch you, make you feel good, and that you’re so happy about it. In fact, you haven’t stopped smiling ever since he confessed, and that makes him feel fantastic.

He soon finds out that the way to make you stop laughing is to suck on your clit while fingering you—the smile quickly gets replaced by open-mouthed moans and fingers fisting the bedsheets while your feet dig into it. Taehyung goes in harder, desperate to make you feel good, reward you for treating him so well, and for easing his mind. Nothing is guaranteed, and this might all be a lapse of judgment on your part, so he wants you to have the time of your life to convince you he is the guy you should be dating.

“God, you’re good at this,” you say while tugging at his hair, your hips bucking into his face, and Taehyung can’t help but grunt into your pussy. At this point, he’s lapping at your clit and folds as his three fingers continue to move inside of you slightly, curling and touching you in a way that you seem to really enjoy.

Taehyung isn’t sure if he will make you come, as bad as it sounds. It’s something that worries him, of course, since he wants this to be a great experience for both of you. However, having sex with someone for the first time usually isn’t as awesome as it sounds. You don’t know each other’s bodies or preferences at all, and even though Taehyung isn’t new to this, he can’t know what you like.

Some women hate oral, some can’t go without it. Some like it rough, some like it hard, some like to mix it up or have both during the same session. He doesn’t know the first thing about what you like, so he just hopes he will make you feel good even if you don’t come from his tongue and fingers.

Taehyung realizes his line of thinking is completely wrong when your moaning gets quicker, higher, whinier, when you grip on his hair so hard his dick twitches, the sensation bringing him pleasure mixed with pain, or when your walls clench around him uncontrollably, your back arched, moans turning into cries of his name. Those are the telltale signs, Taehyung knows and relishes in the feeling.

“I’m com-coming,” you grunt before your entire body shakes, waves of pleasure rippling through you, including the walls that tighten around his fingers. At that moment, Taehyung wishes his dick was between them instead so he can feel you clenching around him. He’s sure he’d come right away.

Taehyung continues to move finger you through your high, wanting you to get the most out of it, but you quickly stop him. “Fuck, please, no, no,” you say after the feeling gets too intense because he’s still playing with your clit, which is now too sensitive. “Just a second.”

He listens to you and moves away from your crotch, looking up at your face while licking his lips, the remnants of your excitement all over his mouth and fingers, the smell so enticing. Oh, Taehyung loves knowing how sensitive you get. If he gets so lucky to have you again, he could tease you, overwhelm you with the number of orgasms, make you ruin your sheets and never forget him. That’s what a beautiful girl like you deserves.

The thoughts take over his mind and he imagines you all tied up for him, body writhing as he licks and sucks and touches you all over, not letting you rest for a second between orgasms before fucking you so well your entire body aches the next day. But, it’s the good kind of ache, the type that will make you call him again for seconds. Taehyung needs to get to do that to you, to make you his.

“Good?” he asks after he sucks his fingers clean, enjoying your taste and smell immensely. Taehyung just knew you’d taste as sweet as you look, and he wasn’t wrong. One taste, and he can’t get enough.

“Mhm,” you hum and let your head sink back into the pillows, making Taehyung feel happy once again. You sound so fucked out, and he hasn’t touched you properly yet. “Come here.”

Taehyung’s on top of you before you can even blink, the condom rolled over his dick even faster, and he’s sinking into your heat slowly, letting you adjust. It doesn’t take you that long to take him in, not when you’re wet and stretched, both of which Taehyung’s proud of and taking full credit for.

It’s his turn to moan when he bottoms out and realizes just how tight and wet you are for him. He could come in a second if you allow him, but Taehyung decides to last a while longer and not disappoint you the first time he gets to have you. The way you’re looking at him is making Taehyung’s life harder, mostly because you’re so fucking pretty and you look exhausted by the orgasm, which means it was a good one.

“This feels so much better than I imagined,” you admit shamelessly, and Taehyung can’t hide his surprise as he looks straight into your eyes.

The fact that you imagined having sex with him does wonders for his ego, but the fact that you’re admitting it so openly? He’s in seventh heaven at this point, starting to pump himself into you faster, loving the friction your walls cause.

“Imagined?” he chuckles to himself, chest full of pride at the words, and you laugh. Your laughter dies down the second Taehyung bucks his hips into you, entering you fully. He just can’t stop thinking about what you said earlier and wants to hear more about what you’ve imagined… What things do you want Taehyung to do to you? He’s more than ready to do whatever you want. “Interesting…”

“Please,” you scoff, digging your fingers into his shoulders, back arched so you can take more of him in. “Like you haven’t!”

“It’s not nice to think that way about your friends,” Taehyung teases, even though he’s thought about you more times than he’d ever feel comfortable admitting to.

You pull his head in to shove your tongue into his mouth, swiping it across his own, and Taehyung freezes for a second, trying not to come straight away. You’re proving to be everything he’d hoped for and more, and he’s not sure how to make his heart slow down with all the loud beating it’s doing inside his ribcage. “Maybe I’m not so nice after all…”

But you are so nice to him, and Taehyung loves it. He fucks you slowly, taking his time, wanting to make sure you’re both getting the most you can out of this. Now that he’s had you one time, he wants it to happen all over again.

“I’m so glad I said something,” he says after five minutes of slow fucking, of your hands tugging at his hair, grazing his back, mouth kissing his hungrily as if you’re both afraid of it ending. “Can’t believe I almost flaked.”

“Glad you did, too,” you say in between kisses, mouth seemingly never tiring of his, your words sounding like moans. “We would have missed out on this.”

“God, don’t even mention that,” he chuckles and starts going faster. Taehyung can’t help it—he loves knowing you’re enjoying all this as much as he does and that you’re happy you’re experiencing this together. “Don’t want it to stop.”

“It has to eventually,” you say, mouth finding his neck. “But we get to do it again and again…”

The way you say the words, practically moan them into his ear, before your tongue licks his neck and lips start sucking on it gently makes Taehyung’s insides turn. Suddenly, his hips are smacking into yours hard, so much harder than before, and the grunts you’re making are so raw Taehyung can’t help but groan back, letting his head fall down next to yours, chest pressed against your torso—the only thing moving his hips as they smack into you hard.

Taehyung sneaks his hands down under your ass and squeezes it hard, lifting your hips off the bed so he gets a better angle, one from which he can simply rut against you, fuck you with ease, get himself. Your moaning tells him you’re enjoying the position, probably because it allowed his tip to rub against your from the inside just right, or maybe it’s the way Taehyung’s grunting into your ear or squeezing your cheeks hard or holding you in the air like you’re just an object for him to fuck until he comes. You’re way more than that, but at this moment, it seems like you’re both enjoying the position and everything that comes with it.

A second later, Taehyung’s coming into the condom, mouth opening next to your ear as he moans your name, followed by a string of curse words that turn you on as your hands fly down to squeeze his ass before they drag their way up to his shoulders as you sing him praises about how well he’s fucked you.

For a while, he stays on top of you, shifting the weight on his knees so his chest doesn’t push you into the mattress too hard, and you don’t seem to mind. Your limbs are wrapped around him, both of you sweaty and panting, your fingers playing with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, twirling them around your pretty little fingers, placing pecks along the side of his face.

“I could stay like this forever,” Taehyung groans and gently pulls out of you, not wanting for the condom to break or for his cum to spill out. You’re not ready to take this risk yet, so he removes the condom and disposes of it before lying down next to you and staring at the ceiling, his entire body buzzing on the intense feelings he has for you, now even more intense than before.

“Me too, Taehyung,” you tell him and scoot closer, nuzzling up to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you throw your leg over him. It doesn’t take him long to pull the covers over your bodies and wrap his arms around you, his fingers drawing imaginary circles into your thigh and waist as he kisses the top of your head gently. “This feels so nice…”

“What are the chances of you ditching Mina and going home for Christmas with me?” Taehyung asks, knowing he’s going to get turned down. Still, he can’t help but let you know how he feels about you, especially after something this good.

“Slim to none,” you chuckle and place a soft peck on the side of his neck, sighing. “But only because I already promised her. You’ll be back soon and then we’ll hang out as much as we want.”

“You’re right, I will,” Taehyung feels happy when you say it, mostly because it means you’re down to do this again or to date him or just spend time with him—and that means he didn’t fuck it all up, despite the way his practicing went. “And then I’ll take you on that date, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum in agreement, closing your eyes and letting his warmth engulf you. “You definitely should.”