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his smile quickly morphs into a frown, face illuminated by the screen of his phone.

along with his namjoon-hyung, jungkook trusts your judgment more than anyone else. he admits that you’re the more logical person between the two of you. you view life as a matter of survival. you’re not afraid to make sacrifices along the way if it means safeguarding your security. a pro at defense, a seasoned thief of hearts. he’s lucky enough to have become an extension of your heart, because you’re protective of him as much as you are protective of yourself.

though, sometimes, he wishes you weren’t so mindful of the future.

because his first instinct is to say that he will cry a river. beg on his knees. wait for you at the door every night. profess his love in every possible way. maybe even accidentally make the world collapse. print out your photos so he doesn’t forget your face. suffer for eternity because he has a memory of you attached in every little thing in every corner of his life. make a heartbreak album then follow the footsteps of his taeyang-sunbaenim. as much he wants to appear cool, he’s too far gone to refuse to admit to himself that he’s quite pathetic when it comes to you.

five years. five birthdays. six christmases. six new years. three years living together. he cried at your graduation day. you cried when they got their first grammy nomination. he knows you even just by the sound of your breathing and the weight of your step. he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“what do you mean? why would we break up?”

“uh, i don’t even know,” you shrug and turn on your side to face him. “but that’s not the question. if we break up, what happens? what do we do? how do we detach from each other?”

“baby, it’s 1am,” he whines. “i don’t like thinking about this kind of stuff.”

“but don’t you think it’s important to have this conversation too?”

“why? why?” his eyes nearly double in size as he demands for a reason. “we don’t have any problems, do we?”

“we’re perfectly fine, babe!” you chuckle. “it’s just, i don’t know… we’ve been together a while. our lives are so intertwined now. we live together. we have bam!”

“yes, i know, exactly,” he nods, casually dropping one of the most romantic lines you’ve ever heard from him. “it’s that way because i intend on marrying you. i’m building us a house. a real house!”

your breath still hitches every time he mentions marriage. it isn’t news, and realistically it’s far away, but it makes you excited all the same. the thought of it used to suffocate you when you were younger. your life is a fairytale in the ugly and beautiful ways.

“exactly, right? marriage is even a bigger deal. so many couples end up hating each other after marrying. this is why we need to talk about this. we need to be prepared so we don’t hurt each other a lot.”

“ah, i really understand what you mean, but…!” jungkook slides down on the bed, squeezing himself against your body. he cages you in a bone-crushing hug and you try your hardest not to laugh at his adorable protest. “we’re not breaking up, though.”

“of course, we’re not. it’s hypothetical,” you playfully mess with his hair. “but i’ll sign the prenup, of course, when we get married. and i’d probably be the one to move out if we break up, right? and no matter what happens, we still co-parent bam?”

“okay, i’ll humor you,” he rolls his eyes, but a smirk is already pulling at the corner of his lips because you just said technically said ‘yes’ to his marriage proposal. “hmm, if it happens when we already live in the house, then you can just come back here.”

“what?” you look at him like he just said the earth is flat. “why would i want to live here after we break up?”

“then sell it. do whatever you want. i don’t care.”

“i can’t just accept a house from you!”

“you can when we get married. and what if it’s my fault?”

“oh, that’s a good point…” you pause to think. “but doesn’t that mean i have to give you a house if it’s my fault?”

“eh, isn’t that blackmail now?”

the two of you make eye contact, and you simultaneously burst out laughing. jungkook didn’t expect to be sweating from laughter minutes after hearing that question from you, but maybe he should’ve. you’re so good at putting his nerves at ease. you make living so fun that he doesn’t want to sleep.

“shouldn’t we decide based on those terms then? if it was a mutual decision or not? something like that?”

his heart flutters when you plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. hard to miss with the cold and sticky lip mask you dilligently apply on your lips before hopping into bed.

“what do you think the reason would be?”

“i thought that wasn’t the question?”

“well, you opened it up.”

“i honestly don’t know,” he genuinely sounds clueless, not having considered it at all. not since he made that impulsive decision when he was young and stupid, anyways. “i trust you. and we’re pretty in love, aren’t we?”

“you know…” you trail off, as if you’re guessing if you should continue your sentence or not. “if you could only have one, i swear i won’t hate you if you choose your career over me. i think i’m over that. i’m so much more mature than i was.”

“babe…”

“in fact, i’d get angrier at you if you do the opposite.”

“but that’s not fair,” he pouts, not agreeing with you. he’s not mad, but maybe a little upset that you consider giving up on him, even if it’s only a made-up scenario. “it- it’s not that simple anymore. we’re not just dating. maybe in 2018, 2019… but we’re way, way past that. you’re a part of me at this point. i love you. i want to marry you. we have a dog! we have a family. you- you’re my family. my family sees you as family. you’re a reason for me to live as much as performing. and you know how performing is like breathing for me? loving you is like that, too. having to choose will be the worst thing to ever happen to me. i mean it, seriously. i can’t do that-”

jungkook’s passion-fueled rant is interrupted by the sound of your sniffles.

“baby, are you crying?”

“you just work so hard,” and the rest of your words become caught in between sobs and gasps for air. “and i want nothing more than for you to reach all your dreams, and it hurts when i see you doubting yourself and when people are being assholes and when the world isn’t fair to those who play fair. you’ve been doing this for so long and you’ve given your entire soul to it. i just- want you to be happy and fulfilled.”

“yah, shh- babe, there’s no need to cry,” he sits up in panic, sweeping you into his arms. he brushes away the strands of hair sticking on your wet skin and peppers your face with light kisses. “why are you crying so much?”

“it just breaks my heart when you’re having a hard time.”

jungkook also tethers at the edge of sobbing. you’re one of the few people who knows almost everything that happens behind the scenes, and it feels so good to hear himself be recognized with such a deep level of respect and admiration. you have a very unique way of saving ‘i love you’ back. you’re a selfless utilitarian who loves logically and he’s a greedy bastard who gets everything he wants.

“but okay, fight for me as much as you want. since you made a strong case.”

“you drive me insane, you know that?” he mumbles. “you still make my heart beat like crazy. i don’t understand it. and i’m too old to be saying shit like this.”

you snort at his last sentence. “you’re so dramatic. 26 is not old.”

“wait until you turn 26, then you’ll feel old,” he argues, reaching for some tissue on the nightstand. “sometimes i forget you’re two years younger than me.”

“we’re soooo young,” you marvel at the realization while your boyfriend wipes away your tears. it’s such an odd feeling. you wonder if it’s normal to feel like you’ve lived a hundred lives at this age. you started living off part-time jobs almost a decade ago and now you’re living comfortably with a stable job. you were so convinced that you would end up dropping out of college because of debt. you ate everything but your pride. “i can’t wait to turn 30, and 40. i’m going to be such a cool adult.”

“blow your nose-”

“i’ll do it,” you snatch the tissue away from his hands, discarding it in the bin under your nightstand afterwards. “crying made me sleepy.”

once you return to cuddling position, you begin melting under jungkook’s starry eyes.

“kiss?”

he nods like a puppy, swiftly crossing the distance between your lips. you share a few more lazy kisses before fully settling down under the covers. you put your kindle away. your playlist has ended many minutes ago. the bedside lamps have been turned off, making your bedroom finally pitch black.

“we totally lost the topic,” jungkook whispers.

“that’s so on-brand,” you comment with your eyes closed. “what do we do about our premium subscriptions?”

“i don’t mind sharing forever.”

“until we find someone new to share with?”

“i won’t fall in love again,” he grumbles. “i’ll grow old and die alone.”

“shut up, you’d probably move back in with your members.”

he giggles as he imagines himself sharing a dorm with his hyungs in their 60s. will they still fight over stupid things? probably. “i guess that’s not so bad.”

“no but, breaking up is a lot of work. my wallpapers, my gallery… do we unfollow or block each other everywhere? we’d have to change passwords too. your credit cards are saved on my phone.”

“true, and you’ve seen my asshole. we can’t possibly break up after that.”

the word came up so out of the blue that your eyes automatically peeled open. you can see jungkook’s body vibrating with laughter even in the dark.

“i have your personal details on my phone and that is your concern?”

“wow- wow! are you invalidating my concern?”

“it’s not like i have a picture of it!”

“you can probably draw it from memory!”

“w-what-”

“no, you’ve already seen too much. we need to be together forever,” he announces with finality. “i’m not showing another person my asshole. you’re the first and the last.”

“oh my god!” you hit his chest in shock upon hearing it again. “i cannot take this discussion seriously anymore! how the fuck did you come up with that?”

“i feel like you see me naked more than i see myself naked. no- i mean, like, not as often, but… but you see more of my body.”

“it’s the same with me,” you point out. “it’s only fair game.”

“i know, it’s amazing,” he sighs dreamily. “you’re amazing. you’re beautiful. me? i’m the luckiest person in the world.”

“aw, thanks, my love. i’m just as in awe of you.”

your sweet voice compels him to inch closer to your body, burying his face on your chest. it’s quiet again for a moment. he yawns, and you catch it only seconds after.

“sometimes, i’m little afraid that we’d eventually get bored of each other and fall out of love after being together for so long,” you quietly confess the worry that urged you to open up the conversation earlier. “do you ever think about that?”

“isn’t that a common concern for every married couple?”

his warm breathing tickles a little. you push his head slightly to escape from it.

“i guess so… maybe it’s kind of cool that that’s the type of problem i get worried about.”

“see, babe? i told you. nothing to be scared of. look at us— we met six years ago and we still stay up all night talking like this.”

“but can i take our pillows in the divorce? i like our pillows.”

“okay,” he hums, giving little kisses on the skin along your collarbone.

“and the oven, too?”

“u-huh…”

“i’m the one who bought the treadmill.”

he uses it more than you and he doesn’t seem to care at all. “whatever you want, baby,”

“aren’t you supposed to fight me?” your fingers curl and grip the duvet hanging over his shoulder as his lips reach the sensitive areas of your neck, nipping and sucking. it’s too late in the night to wake up the butterflies in your stomach. “fuck, are you leaving marks?”

“you had it coming— got me feeling all territorial.”

“you know that i just end up covering them with makeup, right?”

“okay,” his hold on your waist becomes tighter. “use my card to buy new makeup.”

jungkook’s fantasies are tragically shattered when you abruptly flip around and turn your back on him.

“you’re not seeing my butt tonight. we need to keep the mystery alive or whatever.”

“huh, is that so?” he huffs in offense, deciding to bite back. “then you’re not seeing mine for an entire week!”

“fine! then you won’t see and touch mine for two weeks!”

“fine by me!”

“fine! goodnight!”

“i feel that,” you say in a threatening tone.

jungkook sighs obnoxiously and moves back his boxers-covered crotch, yet he insists on tangling his legs with yours and hugging your torso close. you know he can’t sleep without his personal pillow, after all.

“i am in a very awkward sleeping position right now, i hope you’re happy.”

in shoko’s cozy apartment, you and shoko were rummaging through her impressive wardrobe, trying to put together the perfect outfit for your date with satoru gojo, your lovely boyfriend. shoko’s playful mood had shifted into one of frustration as the conversation turned to satoru’s recent behavior.

“i just don’t get it,” shoko huffed, sorting through a pile of accessories with a frown. “why does he always have to be so late? It’s like he thinks time is a suggestion, not a rule.” you laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. “you know how he is. he’s probably just caught up in something.”

shoko’s irritation didn’t fade. “caught up in something or not, it’s still rude. you deserve someone who respects your time.” before you could respond, shoko’s phone buzzed. she glanced at the screen and rolled her eyes, “speak of the devil.”

you peered over her shoulder at the message from satoru, apologizing for being late and asking if he could still meet up. shoko’s face darkened with annoyance, “seriously?” she muttered, her voice laced with irritation, “he’s been late three times in a row now. i’m about ready to give him a piece of my mind.”

you placed a comforting hand on shoko’s shoulder, “he does mean well. maybe something came up unexpectedly. let’s give him the benefit of the doubt.”

shoko sighed, her anger slightly diffused by your support, “i guess. but if this happens again, i’m going to have to set him straight. it’s not just about being punctual; it’s about showing you that he values your time.”

you nodded in agreement, understanding where shoko was coming from. “i appreciate you looking out for me. let’s focus on getting me ready for the date.”

shoko’s demeanor softened as she focused on helping you choose the right outfit. her frustration didn’t fully disappear, but she channeled it into finding the perfect look that would impress satoru and show him that you were worth his time or she might steal you from him.

as you tried on various outfits, shoko offered advice with a mix of seriousness and subtle jabs aimed at satoru. “this outfit is great—perfect for making an impression. let’s just hope satoru shows up on time to see it.”

shoko eyes focusing on your cleavage— seems like she can't stop her eyes from looking at the peak of your breast. with a small blush creeping onto her cheeks, shoko quickly looks away from your chest, pretending to be interested in the clothes hanging in front of her. “umm... i think this one might work,” she says, holding up a dress with a deep v-neck that accentuates your curves nicely.

her gaze flickers back towards your chest, unable to resist another glance despite herself. “it really brings out your... figure,” she murmurs under her breath before quickly clearing her throat and attempting to refocus on the task at hand.

blushing even more intensely now, shoko stammers out an apology while avoiding eye contact. “i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare...” she busies herself with folding the rejected outfits neatly, hoping that by keeping her hands occupied she can distract herself from her wandering eyes.

but even as she tries to regain control of the situation, there's a noticeable shift in her demeanor— one that suggests she might not entirely regret looking at you like that. after all, what harm could come from admiring such beautiful curves?

“um... maybe we should try this one?” she asks tentatively, pulling out another dress that reveals even more of your cleavage than the previous one. “it's okay,” you smile at her kindly. you take off the dress without turning your back on her, now fully showing her your naked breasts. her eyes widen in shock as you suddenly strip down completely, exposing your bare breasts to her gaze. for a moment, she freezes, unsure of how to react.

then, almost against her will, her gaze drops to your nipples, which hardens slightly in the cool air of the room. a soft gasp escapes her lips as she takes in the sight of your pink, erect buds. slowly, shoko raises her eyes back up to meet yours, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even arousal flickering in their depths. she swallows hard, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“i... um... wow,” she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. “you're so beautiful...” without thinking, she reaches out a trembling hand, hesitating only briefly before gently cupping one of your breasts. as her fingers make contact with your soft flesh, a shiver runs down shoko's spine. she squeezes your breast gently, marveling at its weight and suppleness.

“you feel amazing,” she whispers, her thumb brushing lightly over your nipple. the sensitive bud stiffens further under her touch, sending tingles throughout your body. unable to resist, shoko leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting over your skin. slowly, teasingly, she darts out her tongue and gives your nipple a quick lick.

a moan slips past your lips at the sensation, encouraging shoko to continue her exploration. she kisses along the swell of your breast before taking your nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardened peak. meanwhile, her other hand drifts downwards, tracing the curve of your waist and hip before settling on your ass.

shoko brings her feet to slowly move behind you until your back touching her chest— one hand still not leaving your breast before her other hand joining. she squeeze your breast lightly, fingers flicking your nipples from time to time.

shoko wraps her arms around your torso, pressing her soft body firmly against your back. her ample bosom squishes against your shoulders, making you acutely aware of her every movement. feeling bold, shoko's hands roam freely over your exposed skin, occasionally dipping lower to caress your sides or hips. her fingers continue to tease and pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

murmuring softly against your ear, shoko's hot breath sends shivers down your spine, “you have such a beautiful body... i want to explore every inch of it.” her words are punctuated by gentle bites along your neck and shoulder, each nip causing your heart to race faster.

shoko's hands begin to wander lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt to stroke the smooth skin of your thighs. her fingers dance closer to your pussy, teasing the edges of your underwear. “mmm, you're so wet already,” she purrs, her nose nuzzling the side of your neck as she inhales your scent deeply, “i can smell how much you want me.”

with a deft motion, shoko tugs your panties aside, exposing your slick folds to her eager touch. two fingers delve between them, stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles. “let me make you feel good,” she coos, her voice dripping with desire, “i want to hear you moan my name."

encouraged by your moans, shoko intensifies her movements, rubbing your clit harder and faster. her fingers slip easily through your slick folds, exploring every nook and cranny of your heated pussy. “ohh, you're so tight,” she groans, thrusting two fingers inside you. the stretch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.

her other hand leaves your breast momentarily to join in the fun, sliding down to fondle your clit directly. the dual stimulation has you writhing against her, desperate for more, “please don't stop,” you beg breathlessly, “i need it.”

you throw your head back to her shoulder. hands gripping tightly on her arms as if your pleasure depends on it. your eyes flickering caused by the pleasure hugging your body. “oh, fuck. .” you moan into the air.

hearing your moans of pleasure, shoko becomes even more insatiable. her fingers pump in and out of you rhythmically, hitting spots that send shocks of delight surging through your entire being. her free hand snakes down to join the first, doubling the pleasure as both thumbs work relentlessly on your swollen clit. the dual assault has you bucking wildly against her, seeking friction where you can get it.

“that's it baby, let go,” she encourages, leaning down to whisper hotly in your ear, “come for me.” driven by your pleas and the intoxicating scent of your arousal, shoko redoubles her efforts. with each thrust of her fingers and rub of her thumbs, she brings you closer to the edge. with your raw moans, shoko's excitement grows exponentially. her fingers work you relentlessly, curling within you to hit that sweet spot deep inside.

“fuck yeah, just like that,” she growls, biting down gently on your earlobe, “let go for me.” the intensity of her touches drives you wild; her firm grasp on your arms is the perfect anchor amidst the storm of sensations coursing through your body.

suddenly, she adds a third finger, stretching you wider as she pumps them in and out rhythmically. simultaneously, she rubs your swollen clit mercilessly. “you're going to cum soon,” she predicts confidently, “and i want to be here when it happens.” the combination of her dirty talk and expert touches proves too much to bear. your inner walls clamp down around her invading fingers as an intense orgasm rips through you.

“yes! yes!” you cry out, shaking uncontrollably in her embrace. “don't stop!” shoko continues pumping her fingers vigorously, drawing out your climax until you collapse limply against her, spent and satisfied.

“that was incredible,” she praises, peppering your neck with soft kisses. “your pussy felt amazing squeezing my fingers like that.” gently withdrawing her hand, shoko brings her glistening digits to her mouth, sucking your juices off with a contented hum, “delicious.”

as your breathing slows, shoko tenderly strokes your flushed cheeks and neck, soothing away the remnants of your orgasmic high. her own arousal is palpable— evident in the way she presses herself against you, seeking friction where there wasn't any before.

“i want you,” she confesses quietly but urgently, “will you let me taste you?”

without waiting for a reply, shoko pushes you to the couch, gently landing your body on the soft material before dropping down onto her knees between your legs. her hands grip your hips firmly as she pulls you towards her awaiting mouth. once you're positioned to her liking, shoko leans in, dragging her tongue up the center of your slit in a long, slow lick. she savors the taste of your arousal, humming in approval at the flavor.

“mmm, even better than i imagined,” she murmurs against your sensitive flesh before diving back in for another lap, this time focusing on your throbbing clit. her tongue swirls around the bud, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerve endings. as she works you over, shoko's hands roam your body, kneading your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

“please let me make you cum again,” she pleads between licks, “i need to feel you lose control for me.” driven by her desperation to please you, shoko redoubles her efforts, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit while plunging two fingers deep inside your still-quivering pussy.

“oh god, you taste so fucking good,” she gasps, her own arousal leaking down her thigh as she loses herself in the act of worshipping your body, “i could do this all day.”

picking up speed, shoko fucks you with her fingers, curling them to hit that magic spot that makes your toes curl and back arch. at the same time, she increases the suction on your clit, sending you hurtling towards another explosive climax. “cum for me, baby,” she urges, her voice strained with lust, “fill my mouth with your juice.”

she doesn't seems willing to stop, still can't get enough of your taste on her tongue and heart. she looks up to you, seeing your fucked-face, eyes drop low and chest moving rigid, trying to catch your breath.

“do you ever squirt?” she ask, giving your clit a kitten lick. you didn't even get a chance to answer when you feel you leg shaking, “fuck!—” sometimes catch you breath as you arch your back and took a fistful of shoko's long brown hair. the action make the girl moan and groan on your clit.

at the sudden tangle of your fingers in her hair, shoko lets out a needy whimper, her own desire spiking at the dominant display. she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, panting softly as she continues to lap at your oversensitive clit.

“i've never seen you come undone like this,” she breathes, nuzzling her face into your heat, “it's so hot.” emboldened by your reaction, shoko begins to suckle more insistently on your clit, her tongue darting out to flick the hypersensitive bud. the sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to your core, making your already quivering thighs clench.

“squirt for me,” she urges, her voice a husky purr, “drench my face with your cum.” with each thrust of her fingers and lap of her tongue, shoko coaxes more and more moans from your lips until they merge into one long, drawn-out sigh. the sensation builds quickly, making your thighs quiver and your pussy clench tighter around her fingers.

“i think you might be close,” she whispers against your slick folds, “are you gonna give it to me?” feeling your impending orgasm approaching, shoko intensifies her efforts, doubling down on her relentless assault. her tongue darts and flicks mercilessly against your swollen clit, while her fingers pump in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting every sweet spot.

“come on, baby,” she encourages, her voice muffled by your pussy. “let go. show me how much you love this.” with a final, desperate suck, shoko draws you over the edge. a loud moan tears itself from your throat as your entire body convulses in pleasure. “s-so good, mmh-mmm, fucking goo-oh!” your pussy squeezes tight around her fingers, pulsating rhythmically as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you.

caught in the throes of ecstasy, you barely register shoko's triumphant cry as she laps up every last drop of your sweet release. eager to savor every last drop, shoko laps up your juices with gusto, not stopping until your spasms subside. she then slowly rises, standing between your spread legs with a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“that was amazing,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that.” despite the mess, shoko makes no move to clean herself up. instead, she leans down and gives your thigh a gentle kiss, marking you as hers— more likely stealing you from gojo satoru.

“but i'm not done yet,” she teases, sliding her fingers out from within you and bringing them to her lips. “taste so fucking good, can't get enough of you baby,” with a sly grin, shoko brings her glistening fingers to your lips, holding them there expectantly. as you part your mouth to accept the intimate offering, she pushes them past your lips, letting you taste the essence of your own arousal mixed with her saliva.

“don't you agree it tastes divine?“ she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction. “now open wide for me,” demanding that you taste what she had been enjoying moments ago. the tangy sweetness of your cum coats her fingertips, leaving a salty residue on your tongue.

once you comply, shoko slides her fingers into your mouth, gently probing your tongue with them. the dual stimulation sends a thrill through your body, leaving you weak and pliant beneath her. her other hand ventures downwards, tracing teasing circles along your inner thigh before dipping lower. this time, instead of plunging her fingers inside you, she focuses on your clit, rubbing it gently with the pad of her thumb. “you're so responsive,” she murmurs, watching your reactions closely. “do you want more?”

nodding your head like obedient dog, your eyes watering, “please. . . want more,” you beg her. shoko chuckle, “look at you acting like a little slut,” her lazy eyes never leaver yours. at the same times, her phone ringing and your boyfriend name pop up. gladly she accepted the call before putting her phone aside, purposely letting your boyfriend hear what a slut his girlfriend is and doesn't have any attention to let you know that your boyfriend is listening.

“you ask for it,” shoko sweetly said before pushing your tight upward, “now open your leg wider, baby,” she command and you happily follow. she land your thigh on her shoulder. lean down to spitting on your pussy and a soft moan left your glisten lips. you don't realize how your boyfriend listening on the other side.

a sound of shoko's hand slapping your overstimulated pussy echoes follow by your moan. “oh fuck!” gojo hear your whimpering voice. as soon as you utter those words, shoko's eyes light up with mischief. she grins wickedly, clearly relishing the power she holds over you in this moment.

“look at you, begging like a bitch in heat,” she taunts playfully, her fingers trailing along your slit. “i bet you'd let anyone touch this greedy little cunt, wouldn't you?” shoko punctuates her question with a sharp slap to your sensitive mound, eliciting a yelp from your lips. before you can recover, she pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you nearly in half and exposing your dripping hole completely. her voice dripping with lust, “i'm going to feast on this pretty pussy until you scream.”

as shoko's palm connects with your sensitive flesh, another sharp slap resounds through the room, followed by your high-pitched whine. her eyes light up with sadistic glee at the thought of gojo listening in on their depraved activities. shoko dives in, burying her face between your thighs. her tongue delves deep into your folds, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon. she sucked hard on your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your trembling body.

“oh fuck, fuck— ahh!” gojo hears your muffled cries as shoko devours you whole, “yes, just like that!” the sounds of shoko's slurping and your moans fill the room, creating an erotic symphony that gojo cannot tear himself away from. he listens intently, his cock twitching in anticipation as he imagines shoko's skilled mouth on him next.

shoko pulls back momentarily, her lips shiny with your juices. she looks up at you with a hungry gaze, her eyes dark with lust, “i want to make you cum again.”

“please— fuck, please don't stop,” you begging.

shoko smirks at your desperate pleas, knowing full well the power she wields over you at this moment. she returns to feasting on your pussy with renewed vigor, her tongue darting in and out of your clenching folds. “such a good little slut for me,” she purrs, the vibrations of her words sending tremors through your core, “i'm going to milk this cunt dry.”

with that promise, shoko redoubles her efforts, sucking harder on your throbbing clit while thrusting two fingers knuckle-deep into your slick channel. she curls them just right, stroking that magic spot inside you that makes your vision blur and toes curl. “fuck, yes! right there! faster. . .” gojo hears you scream, your voice hoarse from pleasure. “i-i— don't stop, please!” shoko continues to ravage your pussy with unrelenting intensity, her fingers pumping in and out of you as her tongue working overtime on your clit. she can feel your walls starting to flutter around her digits, signaling your impending orgasm.

“that's it, cum for me,” she growls against your soaked flesh, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. with a final, brutal suck on your clit, shoko sends you careening over the edge. your body convulses, a high-pitched wail escaping your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

“oh my god, oh fuck— yes, yes. . .” gojo hears your voice rise to a fever pitch, your words barely coherent as your orgasm rips through you. shoko laps up your release greedily, milking you for every last drop. as your climax subsides, shoko slowly withdraws her fingers from your spent channel, bringing them to her lips to clean off the evidence of your pleasure. she savors the taste of your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“you are even sweeter after i make you cum three times,” she murmurs, her eyes glinting with mischief, “so fucking good.” shoko rises to her feet, towering over you in a dominant pose. she reachdown to help you sit up, her touch gentle but firm. “now, let's get you cleaned up and presentable,” she says, her tone taking on a playful edge, “we can't have you looking like a mess when gojo gets here, now can we?”

with that, shoko grabs a washcloth and begins wiping away the remnants of your passion, her touch both soothing and intimate. she took her phone that lying flat on the floor before pressing the electronic against her ear, smiling as she looks down at you.

“satoru..” she sang happily, “i hope you don't mind me having a little fun with your girlfriend,” her voice dripping with mocking even though soft smile kissing her as she looks at you, “that's what you get for fucking pissing me off.” satoru's angry voice comes through the speaker, causing shoko to giggle softly. she runs a hand through your hair, keeping her eyes locked on yours as she continues the call.

“satoru, darling, don't be so dramatic,” she coos, her tone sugary sweet despite the mischievous glint in her eye. “i was just giving your precious girlfriend a little attention. after all, you've been neglecting her lately,” shoko leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “besides, she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. maybe you should take some pointers from me on how to satisfy a woman properly.”

satoru growls in response, but shoko merely laughs, unconcerned by his anger. “oh, don't worry, i won't tell if you don't,” shoko ends the call, tossing her phone aside with a nonchalant flick of her wrist. she turns her attention back to you, a devilish grin spreading across her features.

Students shuffled in with caffeine breath and half-zipped backpacks, murmuring over the professor choi’s big announcement, but you didn’t need to hear it twice to feel curiosity hum around the air, have the gears turning.

The second the words one photograph, exclusive internship, and Seoul central were out of his mouth, something in you locked in place. Adrenaline, you were sure. The low, hot hum of competition warming your veins like espresso. You were already sketching it out in your head: the right shot, the perfect angle, a story that would make even the most cynical execs lean forward in their ergonomic chairs and say, “Who is she?”

Because it was you. It had to be you.

While, Jeon Jungkook—annoyingly unbothered—sat at the edge of the third row, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows,jaw working through a piece of gum like it held the secrets of the universe. His notebook lay open in front of him, already half-filled with that aggressive, razor-sharp handwriting of his. Neat. Focused. Just like him. You hated how much you recognized it from shared group projects and bulletin boards.

You scanned the room quickly. Most people were still scrolling through their phones or whispering about deadlines, but not him. He wasn’t the whispering type. Jungkook always looked like he was on the edge of sprinting toward something—if only you knew what.

You slid into the seat beside him without asking, the subtle click of your heels against linoleum your personal theme song. The back of his pen tapped the desk once, twice, like he heard you coming before you’d even sat down. Not surprising.

“Prepare your losing speech, Jeon.” You leaned, lip gloss catching the overhead light like it had something to say too, elbows on the table, chin tilted with that confident little smirk you knew he hated. “I’m gonna hang it in my future New York City high-rise right next to my award for Seoul Central's employee of all time. Maybe I’ll even frame a little picture of you crying.”

Jungkook didn’t look up from his notebook, flipping the page with prepense calm. Too calm. His pen glided across the margin. Flip. Another page turned, like your voice was background noise.

"You mean your future unpaid internship and one-bedroom cockroach suite?" he finally replied, voice low, dry—like he was genuinely trying not to yawn. Still so damn taunting. "Might wanna print it in cursive. Make the J look elegant."

You snorted, flipping your phone in your palm with the kind of grace that only comes from doing it a thousand times, camera lens catching the light like a wink. “Delusion’s cute." you murmured. “But only when there’s some self-awareness in the room.”

That made him look up.

He turned toward you, eyes cutting to yours, slow and precise, like he was measuring the exact amount of eye contact needed to make you or him start squirming. His lips twitched, almost a smile but not quite.

"Yours is cuter, trouble." He cleared his throat, too quickly. "You think they hand out awards for thirst traps and clickbait?”

"Been keeping tabs on me?" You shot back, arching a brow, voice dipping just enough to sound teasing. Enough to make the tips of his ears just barely pink, a detail you didn’t miss.

He hesitated. A blink too long. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip—a tell.

"Only enough to watch you fall behind."