bts-ruu

[bts-ruu]

BACK IN YOUR ARMS ⭒ JJK

in which jungkook returns from his military service to reunite with his girl, spending a passionate night filled with love and longing after their separation.

pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader

genre — established relationship, reunion, military enlistment, long distance relationship, slice of life, angst, smut, fluff

warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, possessive!jungkook, soulmate vibes, hurt and comfort, longing, separation anxiety, love confessions, desperation, emotional intensity, heartbreak, lots of sex scenes, several orgasms, different positions, emotional sex, reunion sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f. receiving), making out, hickies and marking, body worshipping, eating out, face riding, face sitting, tongue fucking, clit stimulation, cum swallowing, lots of breast play, nipple play, overstimulation, forced orgasms, pain from pleasure, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, pussy inspection, hair fisting and pulling, oral sex (m. receiving), blowjob, deep throating, gagging and choking, face fucking, 69 position, mutual oral sex, rough sex, missionary, cum play, loving aftercare

wc — 7.3k

a/n — this one was requested by some of my lovies! I also decided to write this because our man just got discharged from the military and came home to us hehe, hope y'all enjoy this! <3

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The morning of jungkook's departure for his military service broke through, almost like the universe itself mourned for the separation.

You stood outside the recruitment center, the crowd around you full of chaos—families holding each other, lots of other recruits with their belongings looking sad and disliking the separation.

The air was thick with heavy grief.

And you could feel it press against your chest but all you could focus on was jungkook, your boyfriend, standing before you.

His presence intensifying all the emotions you were feeling.

His dark hair was slightly overgrown and messy from the restless passionate night you'd both spent.

His jaw was often set in a grumpy line when he faced the world.

To others he was almost unapproachable, a man who carried himself with intensity.

Pushing people away.

But with you he was completely different.

His dark eyes soften when they meet yours, filling with warmth that made your heart flutter, his smile—was yours alone.

A secret shared between you two.

To him you were his entire world, the one person who he could be himself with, who could unravel his distant personality and bring out the tender love he hid from everyone else.

Your hands tremble as you clutched his, fingers intertwining tightly.

A desperate attempt to hold onto him.

His hands were warm and calloused, his thumbs brushing over the backs of your hands in a slow, soothing motion.

As if he could take away the heartbreak inside you.

You leaned onto him, his scent enveloping you—clean male and his usual cologne.

It was a scent you were used to and it always surrounds you with safety and love, now it was a cruel reminder of what you were about to lose. His scent that will still linger in your clothes and your apartment once he's gone.

His absence undeniable.

“I don’t wanna go.” jungkook murmurs.

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, warm breath brushing over your lips.

The closeness was desperate.

He wished that he could stop time.

Plead for it.

His dark eyes search yours, filling with emotions—fear, love and anger at the separation none of you could stop.

“This is fucking torture, baby. I can’t do this… staying without you.”

Your throat tighten at his words, making it hard for you to swallow as tears welled in your eyes even though you promised him not to cry.

You could see the pain in his features, the way his brows furrowed and the way his lips trembled despite his efforts to stay strong for you.

“You’ll come back to me.” you whisper.

Voice quivering.

He lets out a shaky breath, hands moving to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tears, his touch firm.

Grounding you.

Even though it felt like the world was crumbling around you.

“I promise, sweet girl. I’ll count every damn hour until I’m back holding you in my arms.”

His were were a vow

A lifeline.

You could hear the rumble of the bus in the distance, reminding you of the reality you both are going to face.

You looked at the other families clinging to each other for the last moment and everything was overwhelming for you, their sorrow matching your own.

“kookie…” you whimper.

Your fingers clutch the fabric of his shirt tightly, his heart pounding underneath your palm, a rhythm that seemed to increase now.

You press yourself closer as if you could mend your body to his, all while he's gripping your waist in such a tight grip it almost hurts, but it still wasn’t enough.

Like you could keep him from leaving.

“I’m scared. I’m so scared of what its gonna be like without you here.”

He pulled you into his arms, chin resting on the top of your head and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent.

Imprinting it in your memory.

“I’m scared too.” he admits.

His lips pressing on your cheek, voice raw and pained.

“I’m fucking terrified, baby, but you’re stronger than you think… you’re my brave girl and you’re gonna be okay, I’m going to be back before you even know it.”

“I’ll write to you every chance I get and call you whenever they let me. You're not losing me, you hear me? hmm?”

His words help with the ache in your chest and you tilted your head up, meeting his eyes, seeing the tears glistening in his eyes as well.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.” you breathe, shakily.

“I promise.” he said, fiercely.

His hands tightening on your face.

“I’ll come back to you… nothing’s gonna keep me away from you.”

The officer's voice came through, calling jungkook's name with an impatience that knotted your stomach, your knees getting weak as you clung to him.

Fingers digging harder into his chest, desperate to hold onto the moment.

“No, not yet please.” you beg.

His hand slides to your shoulders, gripping them.

“I don’t wanna let you go.”

His voice hoarse.

“Fuck, I’d give anything to stay here with you, to have you next to me...”

You sobbed as you buried your face in his chest again, his arms tightening around you, breath hitching as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“I love you.” you choked out.

Muffled in his chest, he holds you tightly, almost trying to anchor you to him.

“I love you more.” he says, fiercely.

He lifts your chin to meet his, eyes burning with a love so fierce.

That it stole your breath.

“You’re my only girl.”

His lips crash against yours, a kiss that was desperate, hungry and full of everything he couldn’t say.

His mouth was urgent, exploring everything and his minty taste fill your mouth.

An intimacy you’d shared so many times before.

His hands cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

His hands cupped the back of your thighs, you got the gesture and jumped, causing him to pick you up.

Your legs wrapping around his waist as he pulls you closer.

The kiss was a moment of connection before the separation and he pours every ounce of love into it, your tears mixing with his as they fell.

Both of you tasting the salt of the tears.

His lips moving against yours spoke of the months apart, the nights that will be spent with longing for a love in the distance.

The officer called his name again, sharper this time and jungkook reluctantly pulled back, both your breaths ragged.

His eyes locked on yours, his hands lingering on your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks one last time.

“Wait for me, love.”

His voice a growl.

“Always,” you promised.

“until I’m back in your arms”

He pressed one last kiss to your forehead, lips lingering and then he steps back, his hands slipping from yours, losing his touch.

It felt like a physical wound.

He grabbed his duffel bag, slinging it over his shoulder, his jaw clench tightly and he looks at you one last time.

You waved, covering your lips to muffle the cry.

He turns, his tall and strong figure sulking down in sadness as he walks towards the gate.

Soon the crowd swallows him and you watched until he disappeared, your chest hurting beyond words.

You stood there long after he was gone, the coldness setting in your body, no longer receiving the warmth his presence provided.

You turn away from the center, steps slow, heart heavy.

The world already felt emptier without him.

۶ৎ

The months that followed were full of longing.

jungkook's military service was taking up all his time and the communication was very rare.

You sometimes wrote letters to each other, pouring your heart onto the paper.

The letters contained the simplest details of your life as you describe the weather, the new candles you bought or the way you wore his oversized shirts to bed.

To feel closer to him.

His letters back were hurried in his messy handwriting, but each word was so full of love and adoration.

“I miss your laugh.”

He wrote in one.

“I miss the way you scrunch your nose when you’re shy. I miss holding you… I can’t breathe without you.”

Phone calls were very occasional.

Only when he got a break but it was never enough.

His voice always heavy with tiredness.

“I’m counting the days,” he says.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane here, baby.”

You'd cry after each call, clutching the phone to your chest, his voice breaking you more.

The apartment felt too big without him, the silence too loud, his scent still lingers everywhere, especially on his pillow that gave you company in his absence.

It was fading, you realized but you’d bury your face in it every night, chasing even the bits of his scent.

As you wait.

Counting the days, clinging to the promise of his return.

Your love for him the only thing keeping you tethered.

۶ৎ

The day of jungkook's discharge arrives.

For him the military enlistment was a place with tiring months—full of orders, work and a deep ache for the life he’d left behind.

Now, standing at the first day of his freedom, his heart raced with a single all consuming thought: you.

jungkook adjusted the strap of his duffel bag, scanning the crowd that had gathered.

Waiting for their own reunion.

But as jungkook's eyes raked over the faces, his chest tightened with a growing panic.

You weren’t there.

The one face he needed to see.

The one that had kept him awake at night was nowhere to be found.

You promised to be here.

In every letter, every phone call, you’d told him that you’ll be the first thing he sees once he comes back.

The memory of your voice was still in his mind.

“I’ll be there, jungkook. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

He clung to those words but now, standing alone in the crowd of reunions, doubt came in.

Had something happened? were you hurt?

His fingers tightened around the strap of his bag as he forced himself to move forward, gaze darting left and right searching for your face and the way your eyes always seem to find his in a crowd.

Nothing.

He ran his hand through his hair, it was almost like a habit, one you'd always teased him about, saying he looked like a grumpy bunny when he did it.

You were his anchor.

His reason for enduring the sleepless nights, the training that sucked the soul out of him and the several days of separation

Without you here, it hurt him.

“Everything okay, soldier?”

A man that was with jungkook at the camp, another soldier he had a good interaction with.

“I don’t know…” jungkook admitted.

“My girl… she was supposed to be here.”

“Long time apart, huh? that’s alright, bet she’s waiting for you though... girls like to surprise you sometimes.” the man laughs.

jungkook forces a small smile.

“Yeah, maybe.” he whispers.

The man pats jungkook in the back before heading out.

jungkook decides to head out as well, knowing you are not here.

He approached closer to a cab, voice rough as he gave the address of your shared apartment.

The cab pulls away from the base.

He stared out the window as it was all familiar, he’d dreamed of this moment, returning back home.

Returning to you.

When the cab finally pulled up to the apartment, jungkook quickly came out, his heart hammering as his hands fumbled with the bills, paying the driver.

What if you weren’t there?

What if something had happened?

He slid the key into the lock, pushing the door open, stepping inside with urgency.

His duffel bag hits the ground.

It was quiet all over the apartment, your usual vanilla scent fills him, deepening the urge to see you.

You weren’t there.

“baby?” he calls out.

The stack of new books on the couch tightened his throat.

A reminder of the small promises left unfulfilled because of the separation.

He promised that he will listen to you read those aloud since he knew how much you loved reading novels and he loves hearing you read them to him just as much.

He finally reached the bedroom door, pushing it open, expecting you to be here.

He froze.

The sight before him stealing his breath.

There you were.

Laying on the bed, glowing with the slight sunlight from the window, the sheets on you did little to distract from the vision of you—naked and exposed.

Yet so breathtakingly beautiful.

All your curves exposed to him—the soft swell of your breasts and the curve of your hips, your hair down.

You look at him with wide eyes, full of shyness and also with longing that can be seen from the way your eyes glisten with tears.

Your eyes locked onto his, a flush on your cheeks, hands trembling slightly, betraying the nervous anticipation that was going through you.

Your nipples were hard, pebbled in the cool air and your legs were slightly parted.

A silent invitation that made his mouth go dry.

jungkook dropped to his knees beside the bed in front of you, his entire form filling with relief and desire.

His hands shook reaching for you, cupping your cheek as you closed your eyes, letting out a broken whimper at the feel of his touch after so long.

Your soft skin against his hand ached him with a fierce need.

Almost consuming him.

As his fingers trace your features, making sure that you were real and he wasn’t dreaming

His thumbs brushed away the tears that had gathered in your eyes, his own eyes watering.

“Fuck”

He breathes.

“Baby, you’re… you’re here.”

His eyes roam over you, drinking in every detail—your half lidded eyes, the way your breasts heaved with your shaky breaths.

Especially the way your lips part slightly, glistening with the faint trace of gloss.

His cock twitched in his uniform pants, the fabric suddenly too tight as he felt the heat through him.

He was hard, achingly so.

And the sight of you like this—waiting for him just as he’d dreamed—was taking up all the pent up frustrations and hunger he’d held back for months.

You sat up slightly, voice trembling with emotion.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

You whispered, eyes never leaving his.

“I read your letter, the one where you said… you wanted me waiting for you and I missed you, so I wanted to make it special.”

His heart clenched, his worry leaving him as he leans closer, forehead pressing against yours.

The scent of him immediately makes your heart race.

“I thought something happened to you.” he breathes.

A tear streamed down his face, mixing with yours and his grip on your face tightens as if making sure you were okay.

“I’m right here.” you croak.

Tears spilling down your cheek.

“I’m so sorry I scared you, koo.”

He shook his head, a guttural sound leaving his throat.

“Don’t apologize,”

“You’re here. You’re safe and that’s all that matters.”

His lips crashed against yours, no longer able to hold himself back, the kiss desperate, full of longing and relief after months apart.

His tongue slipped past your lips, tangling with yours, exploring all over.

That expressed exactly how much he missed you.

And how he won't ever let you go.

Your hands clutch at his uniform, bunching the fabric as you pulled him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

His tongue coaxes out needy noises from you, making him groan in return, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

His hands don’t stay still as they start roaming all over your body, tracing everywhere, his fingers trembling with the need to memorize you all over again.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes intense.

“Waiting for me like this… my perfect girl.”

Your cheeks flush, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite the throb in your pussy.

“I wanna make you happy,” you whispered.

“I thought about you every day, kookie…”

He groans again, hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growls.

“Seeing you like this… fuck, I’ve dreamt of this every night.”

You reach for him, fingers brushing against the hard planes of his chest through his uniform.

“I love you.” he whispers.

“I love you too.”

He kissed you again, softer this time but no less intense, lips moving against yours, hands sliding up to cup your face once again.

His hands slid down to your thighs, parting them gently and your breath hitched, body already responding to him.

Your pussy was wet, clit pulsing with need, the anticipation of his touch made you dizzy and he noticed.

He always does.

He takes in the sight of you before him.

Ready and waiting.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs.

“What am I gonna do with this girl?”

He leans down, lips brushing against your collarbone, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as his hands roam higher, cupping your breasts, weighing them.

His thumbs brush over your hard nipples, drawing a soft gasp from you.

You arched into his touch, hands clutching at his shoulders.

“jungkook…”

All the pleas and begs in his name alone.

jungkook stood, taking off his military uniform, discarding it on the floor, eyes never leaving yours.

His black undershirt strained against his muscular frame that was even broader now after months of working out and training in the military.

His dark eyes rake over your naked form sprawled across the sheets like an offering.

And he was about to devour you.

There was a faint sheen of sweat coating your body, breasts heaving from your pants as your thighs remained parted.

Just enough to reveal the glistening evidence of your arousal.

jungkook snarls, his cock pulsing painfully inside his uniform pants.

The sight of you—his sweet, shy girl, so vulnerable yet waiting for him—lights something primal in him.

His hands shook, reaching for the hem of his undershirt and he yanked the shirt over his head in one swift motion.

His chest full of hard muscles, abs even more prominent now and defined, glistening with sweat.

The tattoos were highlighted on his arm and his body also had scars from training.

All these only added to his rugged look.

“Fuck baby,” he rasped.

“Look at you…”

Your pussy clenched at the adoration in his voice as you shift on the bed, clutching the sheets, a teasing smile on your lips.

“I wanted to be pretty for you.” you croon.

His gaze softens for a moment, a flicker of tenderness breaking through the hunger.

“You’re always pretty,” he said.

“But this… this is fucking torture, I’ve been wanting this for months.”

He stepped closer, hands moving to the buckle of his belt, the metallic clink making your pulse race.

His fingers hurried as he unfastened his pants, shoving them down, only leaving his boxers on.

His bulge was very visible, a wet spot forming on the fabric from the precum beading out of him.

You press your thighs together at the sight of him, instinctively, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

jungkook noticed, lips curling into a smirk that was almost predatory.

“You want me, love?” he teased.

His voice rough.

He finally kicks off his pants and you can see his body, full of power and strength.

Such a stark difference compared to his body before.

And his cock twitched, watching you check him out like the way he was doing to you.

“Please… I need you.” you whisper.

He hums, the sound causing you goosebumps as he climbs onto the bed, his hands find your thighs, pulling you towards him.

Manhandling you.

You let out a squeak.

“Gonna make you feel good.” he husks.

Lips brushing your earlobe.

“I’m going to make up for every fucking day I couldn’t touch you.”

His hands slid up your sides, leaving heat trails in his wake. He paused at your breasts, cupping them and squeezing gently, thumbs rolling your nipples.

It sent a jolt straight to your core and you arched into him.

“jungkook…” You moan, softly.

His eyes locked on your breasts, thumbs continue circling the buds.

“These tits,” he grumbles.

“I’ve been thinking about them… so soft, so perfect.”

He pinched the nipples gently, flicking them and you let out a whine, hips bucking towards him.

He lowered his head, lips closing around one and you cried out, hands tangling in his short hair, tugging.

His mouth hot, sucking onto the sensitive bud and his tongue swirls with a fast pace that makes your toes curl.

You let out a broken moan, his teeth grazing lightly over your nipple.

“Oh god… jungkook”

He moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention, lips and tongue working in tandem.

His hand continues to knead the neglected one, pinching and tugging until you were writhing beneath him, bunching the sheets.

Your nipples swollen, glistening with his saliva and the sight seemed to drive him wild.

“mm… you’re so sensitive.”

A deep chuckle rumble from his chest, lips brushing your skin as he speaks.

You could feel the slickness pooling between your thighs, coating your folds.

Your lips remain parted, panting.

“Please.” you signed.

Your hands tugging at his hair.

“I need more…”

He smirks, tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip in a sensual way that has your eyes dilating.

“Oh, baby… I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

His hands spread your thighs, as far as they would go, exposing your pussy to his hungry gaze.

The cool air against your heated skin makes you shiver, but the real shock came when his fingers brush against your soaked folds.

A grunt leaves his mouth, taking in your quivering pussy.

Your clit pulse harder under his gaze, his fingers sliding through your wetness, coating themselves in your slick.

He parts your folds, thumb brushing lightly over your clit.

“Oh!”

Your hips jerk upward.

“So fucking wet for me… you’ve been thinking of this, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you admitted.

“Every night, koo, I touched myself thinking of you.”

His eyes flash with an animal need, he leans down, the smell of your arousal hitting him, making his nostrils flare.

“Good girl.” he hums.

His lips brushing your clit.

“Now let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

He didn’t tease for long.

His tongue lapped at your clit with slow strokes as you let out needy murmurs, thighs shaking.

He holds your legs apart tightly, almost bruising them in the process, something you don’t mind.

You'll look at the bruises later, admiring them.

His tongue circled your clit before his lips close around the throbbing nub, sucking hard and you cry out, hips thrusting against his mouth.

“Hahh, jungkook, mhmm—”

He focuses on your pussy, letting out growls of approval at your taste as he eats you out like a starved man.

He has been away from you for so long and all the overload need has turned him feral.

His tongue switched between different motions, from soft licks to sucks that made your vision blur.

He flattened his tongue, dragging it from your entrance to your clit, tasting every inch of you and you felt your orgasm building quickly.

Your hips rocked, chasing it, stomach knotting faster.

His hands grip your thighs and the sting of his nails digging into you only heightened your arousal.

You let out a shaky cry.

“Please don’t stop!”

You were only capable of begging and uttering his name.

He pulls back just enough to speak, lips glistening with your arousal, some dripping on his chin and the sight makes you look away in shame and embarrassment.

“Never.” he snarls.

He dove back in, tongue plunging into your entrance, fucking you with slow, deep thrusts that made you see stars.

He would alternate between fucking you with his tongue and sucking your clit.

It felt like a delicious torture.

You were a mess, couldn’t think straight as your body trembled.

Your hands found his hair again, tugging hard and he moaned against your pussy, the vibration pushing you closer to release.

He slid one hand up your thigh, fingers finding your entrance.

He teased you first, circling you with one finger, spreading your slickness all over your mound before pushing in slowly.

You gasped, clenching around his finger.

The intrusion almost felt foreign yet familiar after so long.

“So tight,” he huffs.

“I bet being away from you for so long made you tight all over again… gotta stretch this cunt for me.”

He added a second finger, stretching you and you yelped, head falling back against the pillow.

His fingers curled inside you to find that spot that makes you scream.

He pumped them slowly at first, his tongue still working your clit, sucking hard as his fingers fucked you.

You were in tears.

The dual sensation too much.

“Nghh, kookie!” you screamed.

Your body almost lifting off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you.

Your pussy pulsed around his fingers, clit throbbing against his tongue.

He didn’t stop.

His fingers pumping faster, his mouth sucking harder.

You sobbed, vision going white.

“jungkook, oh god, ahh—I’m coming!”

His tongue lapped up every drop of your release, groaning in approval as his fingers slowed but did not stop, drawing out your orgasm.

Until you were an oversensitive mess.

“That’s it,” he coaxed you.

“I missed this… you taste so good.”

You collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving with your pants, jungkook pulls out his fingers slowly, making you whimper.

He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

The sight making your pussy clench again.

A fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs.

He crawls up your body, lips finding yours and you tasted yourself on his tongue, mixing with his saliva and you moaned into his mouth.

Your hands roaming his broad back, feeling the hard muscle under his skin.

“I missed you.” you whispered.

Voice hoarse from screaming

“I missed you too, sweet girl.”

His voice rough with emotion.

He kneels between your legs, taking off the only garment covering his body, his boxers slide down as he throws them somewhere in the room.

Your eyes were closed, body still trembling from the orgasm he'd just given you, trying to catch your breath.

Your nipples still ached from his earlier attention.

You open your eyes slightly to meet his, his pupils blown wide with lust as he looks down at you.

You inhale sharply as you look at his cock standing proudly and heavy, like a promise of what's about to come.

It was thick, veiny and the tip flushed, glistening with precum that beaded at the tip.

The sight of it made your mouth water, throat going dry.

Your clit pulse as well looking at his thrashing length and you fisted the sheets in need.

It was bigger than you remembered.

The months of absence made it seem almost intimidating, his throbbing cock proving how desperately he wanted you.

You sat up.

Reaching for him, fingers trembling as they wrapped around his cock.

You felt the hardness of him along with the throb as you started stroking him slowly, thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the precum and making him hiss, his hips jerking.

“Fuck, my love,” he grunts.

“Your hands...”

You licked your lips, meeting his eyes.

“I wanna taste you.” you purr.

Your voice was shy but still laced with a boldness that surprised even you.

His eyes almost turn pitch black, a growl rumbling from his chest.

“Then take me,” he urges.

“Suck my cock like you mean it.”

You didn’t hesitate.

Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the saltiness reminding you of the past memories where he guided you in the way he likes.

You both knew each other's body like the back of your hands.

Knowing exactly how to please the other, knowing what makes the others eyes roll at the back of their heads.

His hands tangling in your hair, not pushing but guiding but still holding back to take things at your pace, which you understood from his hold.

You take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head as his heavy cock fill your mouth.

You sucked gently at first, lips sliding down his shaft tracing the vein that pulsed beneath.

“Oh god…”

He hissed, head falling back as you looked up at him to see his adam's apple bobbing with his gulp.

The sight made your thighs clench, bare giving you any relief.

“Always so fucking good at pleasing your man.”

You moaned around him at his praise, the vibration making his hips buck and you knew from his actions that he wanted you to take him deeper.

You took him as far as you could, throat constricting as you fought the urge to gag, eyes watering.

But determined.

Your hand wrap around the base, stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach as your other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently.

Feeling their weight, his grip tightens in your hair.

“Just like that, baby,” he grits out.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

You pulled back slightly as your tongue swirls around the head again, sucking hard and his husky growls were driving you crazy.

Each sound sends a jolt to your core.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, aching for his touch.

Any friction.

You tried to ignore your needs and focused on bobbing your head, setting a rhythm, his cock twitching in your mouth, hips thrusting slightly.

And you hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, wanting to drive him as wild as he'd driven you.

But jungkook wasn’t content to let you have all the control.

“I need to taste you again.” he scoffs.

His voice fill with urgency as he pulls you off his cock with a gentle tug, his hands guiding you to straddle his face with your back facing him.

Before you could react.

You gasp, clutching his muscled body as he positioned himself so his cock hovered over your mouth, the tip brushing your lips while his face settled between your thighs.

His breath hot against your pussy that was still dripping from your earlier release.

The sight of him—his cock so close—made your mouth water again and you didn’t waste any time reaching up and guiding his cock back into your mouth.

Sucking eagerly.

At the same time his tongue finds your pussy, you moaned around his cock, his lips closing around your clit, sucking gently and you bucked your hips.

Your body struggling to maintain the overwhelming sensation.

He groans against your pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves through you while you can’t keep up with sucking his cock.

Now moaning against it.

His tongue relentless as he teased the sensitive bud before sliding to your entrance, gathering the arousal there.

“Oh shit, ahmm—”

You gasp, his nose nudging your clit.

“I could drown in you.” he says.

Voice muffled.

You tried focusing on his cock and not on what a squirming mess he was driving you into, cock sliding deeper into your mouth as he thrusts gently.

Your tongue swirling as you stroke the base, sputtering, eyes watering.

Your arousal drips onto his tongue.

You were basically riding his nose now, his tongue curling inside you was too much and you were letting out choked whimpers and moans around his cock.

His hands held you open and the wet sounds of his mouth against your pussy mingled with the sounds of your mouth on his cock.

Creating a lewd music that fills the room.

“kookie,” you sob.

“You’re gonna make me come again… stop please.”

He doesn’t stop his tongue moving faster, fucking you deeper, his movements feral as you didn’t back down as well, even though your thighs were shaking.

You took him back into your mouth, sucking hard as you deep throated him and you gagged, stroking while his tongue and lips drove you closer.

You both were lost in each other, giving and taking in equal measure while he fucked your mouth and worshipped your pussy.

Controlling you in all ways.

You came first, body arching, your sobs muffled on his cock, tears leaving your eyes as he laps up every drop.

You pulled off his cock, body shaking uncontrollably.

Your orgasm left you weak but you didn’t stop pumping his cock and he groaned, thrusting harder into your mouth, chasing his release.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close.” he pants.

You knew he was near from the throb of his cock.

You let out a needy whine around him and the vibration was enough to push him over the edge, cum spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue.

You swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, tongue working until he let out a growl.

His hand cupping the back of your head.

You collapse in his arms, his chest heaving as you both lay there for a moment catching your breath, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks.

He pecked your lips, giving you the taste of both of you.

“I’ve missed this… missed us.” he whispers.

You hum, eyes watering, fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos as his hand soon starts roaming your body again and you know this is only the beginning of the night.

The hunger between you far from sated.

You both craved more.

jungkook hovered above you and you still felt your release dripping down your thighs, pooling on the sheets.

He breathes hard, taking you in naked and spread out for him, breasts still rising and falling.

“I need you inside me.” you whimpered.

Your voice filled with need.

A low growl rumbles from his chest as he positions himself between your thighs, the bed creaking under his weight.

“I’m gonna give you everything, love.” he promised.

“Fuck you so good... make you feel how much I missed you.”

He grips his cock, hand wrapping around the base and rubbed the tip against your slick folds, teasing your clit with slow strokes.

You gasp under the pressure, cunt clenching in anticipation.

You didn’t want teasing.

“Oh god, koo…” you huff.

Nails digging into his shoulder, he drags his cock through your slit, coating himself in your wetness.

Your pussy was swollen and ready.

The months of being apart have left you hypersensitive.

Even the slightest contact of his length sent sparks of pleasure through you.

You gave him pleading eyes, tears dropping.

He didn’t make you wait any longer, his own restraint fading and he pushed into you with a slow thrust, cock penetrating your pussy, inch by inch.

It was too much.

A delicious burn while your walls adjust for him, tightening further on him.

A cry of pain and pleasure leaves you.

He groaned, head falling to your shoulder as he bottoms out, cock buried to the hilt.

“Shit,”

“You’re so tight… so perfect around me.” he husks.

His cock pulsed inside you, hips rocking slowly at first, each thrust taking him deeper.

With each thrust of him, you let out “ohs” and clench the bedsheets.

“You like that, hm?” he asks.

“Like how my cock feels inside this little pussy?”

“Yes.” you sobbed.

Voice high and needy, hips rocking to meet his thrusts.

“Please don’t stop!”

He growls, his thrusts pick up their speed as his hips snap against yours.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

His tip almost brushes your cervix, making you see stars behind your vision.

He grumbles, his eyes locked on where his cock disappears into your pussy, puffy folds stretched around him and the quivering nub just above it.

“Taking me so well like a good naughty girl” he tsks.

He leans down, plunging his tongue into your mouth while his tongue performed the same sex act that his cock was giving you.

You struggle to breathe, just mumbling expletives while scratching his back.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust and he noticed, his hand sliding up to cup one, fingers pinching and rolling your nipple.

He leans down, sucking onto one and you cry out, arching your back as your pussy clenches on him rhythmically.

You were drooling now, brows furrowed.

You were mindless, not capable of feeling anything but the pleasure he was igniting inside you.

“jungkook. jungkook. jungkook.”

You chanted his name, voice breaking.

You didn’t know if you wanted him to slow down or keep going, his thrusts relentless now, cock pounding you while his balls slap against your ass.

He fucks you like a man possessed.

His cock was hitting your g-spot with every stroke, you were screaming now, biting into the sheets to ground yourself.

“You’re gonna cum for me?” he rasps.

His hands slide down to rub your clit, fingers circling it in tight fast circles and the added stimulation was breaking you, pussy clenching around him so tightly.

He hissed.

His thrusts faltering slightly.

“Come on my cock, sweetheart… let me feel you.”

“Ahh, hnn I’m gonna—”

Your words were cut off with a scream that ends with a wail as your orgasm hit you.

Pussy spasming around his cock.

Your walls milking him with you release

Your body shook, nails digging on his back, almost drawing blood.

“Shh, that’s it.” he calms you.

Even though his voice was strained from chasing his release, thrusts growing harder.

He kisses you, swallowing your moans and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm and he finally came, his cum hot and thick, filling you with spurts and spurts of it.

He moans your name, hips jerking as he empties himself, gripping your hips tight.

“Mine,” he growls.

“All fucking mine.”

Your forehead meeting his, both your breaths shaky and you cling to him, body spent.

Both of you didn’t have the strength to separate the connection.

Your pussy still pulsing around his softening cock that was filling you, grounding you both in this moment.

You lay there tangled together.

Both your bodies slick with cum and yet the room was filled with love.

“Always only yours, jungkook”

You murmur before your eyes fall closed.

۶ৎ

The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat from your earlier intimacy and the sheets completely damp beneath you both.

jungkook's chest rose and fell steadily against your back, arms encircling you, one hand laying possessively across your stomach.

His fingers tracing small patterns that sent shivers across your skin.

You shifted slightly, turning in his arms to face him and the movement drew a low groan from his throat, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, no hunger, that was present just a few moments ago, lips swollen from hours of kissing and he was still sweaty all over.

And you knew you probably look worse but he looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

He always does.

The sight of him so close and so real after months of absence almost felt unreal.

It was like a dream.

Him beside you.

“Still awake, baby?”

He rumbles as his lips curve into a soft, sleepy smile, only reserved for you.

He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, fingers lingering on your cheek.

“Couldn’t sleep.” you murmur.

Your voice was shy now, a contrast to the boldness of your earlier actions and you ducked under his gaze, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

He chuckled deeply.

“Don’t leave me again…” you breathe.

All the earlier giggles faded as a seriousness took over you, eyes glistening.

His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer, his hard chest pressing against your bare breasts and your oversensitive nipples grazing him still sent jolts of sparks through you.

“I’m not going anywhere.” he said fiercely.

“Not now. Not ever. You're stuck with me, babygirl.”

He pecks your nose, the action precious.

“I’ve waited too fucking long to be here with you and I’m finally home.”

The word “home” hit you and your throat tightened.

You tilted your head up, kissing him as you both tasted the salt and arousal from earlier doings.

He brought one of your thighs up, wrapping it around his waist, branding himself in you.

jungkook pulls back, eyes searching yours.

“Every day in that lonely fucking place. I thought of you… you kept me going.”

His hand slid up to cup your face and you felt the tremor in his touch.

“I’d go through it again if it means I get to be here with you.”

۶ৎ

The night stretched on with several positions and lots of whispered love confessions.

“I love you.”

He’d said with every thrust.

“So fucking much”

Your hands clutched his, fingers intertwining.

As dawn crept through the curtains, you lay together, bodies spent but your hearts full.

jungkook held you close and you smiled, body aching but sated as you rested against him.

“I’m back in your arms,” he whispers.

“And I’m never leaving you again.”

The night had been a desperate, hungry reunion as you both made up for all the lost time.

And now as you drifted to sleep in his arms, the world outside faded, leaving only the two of you.

Bound by love

And a promise of forever.

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DENIAL² ⋆ JJK

your brother taehyung doesn't know how to properly handle yours & jungkook's.. agreement. you go over to his place to fix your relationship with him and eat a lot of chinese food. you end up getting a little more than that from his roommate during your visit.

PAIRING idol!jk x actress!reader

WORD COUNT 7.1k

GENRE fwb au, smut, fluff, angst

RATING 18+ MINORS DNI

CONTENT jk & reader are dumb sluts that will do anything besides admit their feelings for each other, tae is an amazing lil brother, mc argument </3, jelly & whipped kook, teasing, swearing, grinding, kissing, fingering, spitting, dom jk, oral cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, condomless sex, cream pie, aftercare, cuddles

AUTHOR'S NOTE holy SHIT. i did not expect the love & reactions on part one.. thank you so so much!!!!!!!!! as a token of my gratitude, here is a part 2 <3

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"Cut! Well done, guys, that's a wrap!" Your director's voice booms through the studio as the crew applauds. You join in, clapping and returning the bows of everybody you see as you make your way off-set. A teary thirty minutes follow as you say your thankyous and goodbyes to your co-stars and staff, promising to stay in touch during the season break. 

You're locking your trailer door when suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Pulling it out of your jacket eagerly, you tap the screen, hoping to see your brother's name at the top of the notification. You can't help the small wave of disappointment that washes over you as you read the text from your co-star Hee-Jin, saying she's almost at your trailer.

It's been a little over two months since the night that you discovered Taehyung knew about you and Jungkook. 

71 DAYS EARLIER...

Your hands run over your face, Jungkook's facewash foamy on your fingers as you rub the cleanser harshly into your skin, almost as if the last 10 minutes of your life will rinse down the drain of the shower along with the overpriced skincare product. You didn't want to wash away the Jungkook part, because as you stood in his shower with jelly legs and a shy soreness between your thighs, you knew that no matter how fucked up it was that your younger brother potentially heard everything, you wouldn't take it back. 

So Jungkook was forced to sit patiently on his bed while you took over his bathroom. He wanted to go into the lounge and talk to his best mate, and he really wanted a slice of pizza because sex always makes him hungry, but he knew to let you speak to Taehyung first. 

Sure, slamming the door of Jungkook's bedroom shut after seeing your brother in the living room acting as normal as could be probably wasn't the best idea. And then ignoring Jungkook's soft tone as he asked if you were alright, shrugging him off you gently before walking into his ensuite and locking the door... Also not one of your best moments.

You and Jungkook were close friends before your relationship developed sexually. He knew what you wanted to eat before you even did. You knew the punchlines to all of his stupid jokes before he got to it, adding a twist to the end and making him double over in laughter, swearing you tell the joke better than he ever could. You were thankful for that bond right now because Jungkook knew from the moment you walked away that you just needed a minute to collect yourself. He watched silently when you disappeared into his bathroom to shower, not even making a cheeky offer to join you, which is very out of character for him.

He listened as the sound of running water came to a halt and looked up as you emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, the towel he had prepared for himself wrapped around your body. He bit back a smile as he remained on the edge of his bed, watching as you crept towards him, your eyes trailing down to the pile of clothes folded next to him. He had one of his hoodies that you always complimented whenever he wore and a pair of sweatpants perched next to him. His eyes followed your train of sight before flicking back up to your face, "for you," he confirmed your suspicions, his eyes tracing every inch of your doleful expression. 

Patting the pile of clothes, he pushed off his knees and stood up before walking to meet you in the middle of his room. You shake your head in awe, standing on the tips of your toes when he reaches you before connecting your lips with his. The kiss is soft and slow, much more wholesome than your usual messy kisses. Jungkook breaks away slightly, his hands running over your towel-covered back before resting on your butt and patting it gently.

"Go talk to him, baby," he says softly, lips lifting slightly to press against your forehead. You nod with a heavy sigh as he makes his way into the bathroom, his turn to shower now.

You can't leave your mind as you pull Jungkook's clothes onto your body. Your brother wasn't even fazed when he saw you in Jungkook's room. And you know for a fact you weren't exactly quiet, so he definitely heard something. God, the thought makes your feel nauseated as you grab one of the hair ties you leave on Jungkook's dresser to throw your hair up into a low bun, ignoring your wet hair hitting the back of your neck as you head for his door.

TODAY...

"So what did he say?" Hee-Jin's voice pulled you from your inner thoughts, causing you to let out a dazed hum in response before she continued. "Taehyung, how did he react?"

You look over at the girl on your left as you walk through the parking lot, two bouquets of flowers clutched in your hands as you both reach your car. "He already knew. I can't believe he already knew," your voice was strained as you shook your head in embarrassment. Hee-Jin's lips pulled into her mouth, and her eyes squinted slightly; you knew she was conflicted on whether to laugh or cry with you.

"You're such a bitch. It's not funny." You pouted before your body betrayed you, an airy laugh blowing through your lips and swatting at the girl with occupied arms as best as you could.

She giggled at your attempt, leaning against your car with you, her own flowers resting in her arms as well. "So he's okay with it?"

Your eyes lift from the ground, turning slightly to face her, "I can't tell," you say honestly, "he barely even reacted even when I tried to talk to him. I think he doesn't even want to think about it."

Hee-Jin nodded with a sorry look after seeing your sullen expression. "I mean, how would you react if you found out your sister was getting fucked by your best friend? I wouldn't want to think about it either."

Her brutally honest remark caught you off guard, pulling a low snort out of you before you fished your keys out of your jacket pocket to unlock your car. "Get off my car. I've had enough of you." Hee-Jin pokes her tongue at you before pushing off the side of your vehicle and heading to her own.

"Love you! You know I'm right!" She smiles as she waddles away, ignoring the eye roll you throw her as you shove the bouquets onto your passenger seat.

"Love you," is the last thing you grumble back before jumping into your car and slamming the door.

Your phone vibrates from your jacket pocket as you're halfway through buckling your seatbelt. Pulling it out, you bite your lip and send a quick response before shoving the key into your car's ignition. Then, ignoring the bubbles brewing in the pit of your stomach, you pull out of the parking lot and head for the destination your friend awaits.

Jungkook is hot. It's the boys' day off today, and he just finished up in the gym, his arms throbbing a little more than usual. He went a little harder during this session because he's planning on skipping a couple of upcoming days to chill. It has nothing to do with the fact that he knows you've wrapped up filming for the season and are heading home today. Not at all.

Twisting the cap onto the water bottle he just devoured in seconds, he throws it in the trash can before leaving the kitchen. He's almost at his bedroom before his eyes roll to the back of his head, retreating sluggishly to the garbage can before fishing the bottle back out. A low scoff leaves him as he tosses the bottle into the recycling bin instead, your sarcastic little comment plaguing his inner thoughts. You're not even here, and he's doing what you say. He's fucking whipped, and he knows it.

Reaching his bedroom successfully this time, he grabs a set of clean clothes from his drawers and throws them on his bed for when he's out of the shower. Then, heading towards his ensuite, he catches his phone on top of his dresser and stares at it for a second.

"Hi, Koo." You answer after two rings, and he sits on the foot of his bed when he hears your voice.

"Hi," he replies after a beat, fighting the side of his mouth as it tries to lift when he hears his nickname flow effortlessly from your mouth. "Watcha doin'?"

He hears you shuffle a little.

Closing the magazine you were browsing before you got the call, you smile at Jungkook's voice, your eyes scanning the room to ensure you didn't miss getting called up. "I'm actually at Modify."

His eyebrows furrow, "my tattoo place?"

"Yeah, but I'm not getting a tattoo—just a piercing with a friend. I asked for Riki, just like you said to. He's really nice."

"Yeah, he's the best. Did you chuck it on my account?" He nods, pulling at the thread of his towel absentmindedly.

"No," you chuckle, "but thank you. You're cute for offering." 

He feels his eyes roll back again, a habit he picked up from you, "you should. I have some account credit I have to use before it expires," he lies, and you bite back a smile knowing that he's full of shit.

"You're back earlier than I thought." Jungkook changes the subject, and you lean back into the couch's cushion before answering.

"Yeah, I just got back into Seoul like an hour ago. Decided to get it done here rather than Gwacheon so I can go home and rest afterwards."

You're thankful for Jungkook's random call to be honest. His voice calmed down your nerves exponentially; you forgot how jittery you were. "What are you getting pierced?" He asks, pulling you back to reality.

You feel your face getting hotter, and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on it for a moment too long because his hum into your phone speaker breaks the extended silence. "Um," your lips are pursed now, wondering if you should be telling him over the phone.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, and he shuffles back a little more on the edge of his bed before continuing, "Are you getting a piercing down there?"

Your laugh flows through the phone, returning that feeling to his stomach. "No, perv." You sigh through a smile, "My nipples."

You hear him blow out a low breath before he chuckles, "Jesus. Happy birthday to me."

You're quick to roll your eyes and fail to wipe the smile off your face before giggling at his reaction. You see Riki pop his head out the door of his booth before he waves at you, indicating it's your turn to go up. Nodding back at him, you signal that you're just wrapping up your phone call, and he gives you a thumbs-up before ducking away.

"It's my turn. I have to go, Kook." You say into your phone, standing from the couch and fixing the cushions that fell as you stood.

Jungkook nods on the other end of the line before clearing his throat slightly and running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Hey, _____?"

"Yeah?" You respond as you walk towards Riki's room, watching as he finishes up with his previous customer.

"What friend are you with?"

A moment passes as Jungkook's question lingers in the air, stopping you in your tracks. You're standing just before the entrance of Riki's suite, and you glance down at your shoes for a second before sighing. "Kook—"

Jae's confused look causes you to stop talking as he climbs off the studio chair-bed, approaching you. "You okay?"

Jungkook heard Jae's voice through the phone. You know he did because when he abruptly ends the call, muttering something about "I have to go shower," you're pulling your phone back and seeing the disconnected symbol flashback at you from the device's screen.

The chime of your door accepting the access code fills your ears as you push down on the handle with your elbow, a little shove from your hip pushing the door open enough to slide inside. After locking the door, you drop the wilting flowers on the kitchen island and head to the sink to grab some water, hoping to try and cling to the little life they look to have left.

Your phone dings while you're filling up a random dish with water, as you don't actually own a vase. A cringed laugh leaves your lips when you pull the flowers out of the paper encasing and dump them into the sad container of water. "I should've just let you die. This is just sad." You mumble, walking to the chair where you chucked your jacket and phone.

Tae

Miss you. Heard you're home. Dinner tn?

You blink away the tears stinging in your waterline, sending back an of course and snorting when he spams you with a bunch of random excited emojis. You haven't talked much since the night at his a few months ago, and it's been eating away at you ever since. You have always been close with your siblings. Taehyung, especially since you both left home to pursue your careers in similar industries. You were quick to leave his apartment when it was clear he didn't exactly want to talk, and you didn't blame him.

You

just gonna shower then i'll pop over

The shower was quick; you only cut yourself slightly at the bottom of your knee when shaving your legs. That's what you call success. As you pull on your shirt, you're trying not to catch your new piercings on the fabric when your eyes flutter to the bulletin board of Polaroids of you and your friends. Your eyes automatically go to the stupid one smack bang in the middle. 

You're both sitting on the floor of your living room in the picture, a big cheesy grin covering Jungkook's face while you lean next to him with your tongue poking out. Jungkook turned to you as soon as you finished taking the photo, poking his tongue at you before letting his impulsive thoughts take over and licking a fat stripe over your cheek. You remember screeching and trying to push him away in a fit of giggles before conceding and allowing him to continue his attack.

Such a dork, you think as you're pulling your jeans over your legs. But, as much as you like to try and convince yourself you're not helplessly infatuated with him, you can't help but hope he's at dinner tonight.

Your brother is warm as he engulfs you in a bear hug when you enter the apartment. Smiling as you break away, you hit his shoulder playfully and laugh as he holds the injured area with a dramatic whine. "I should hit you harder than that for ignoring my texts."

"I'm sorry. I was just in a mood," Taehyung responds with a regretful smile.

"I know. I'm sorry too." You nod understandingly, pulling your jacket off and hanging it over one of the stools near the kitchen bar.

His low chuckle follows you as you both head to the living room. You roll your eyes at the spread of Chinese takeaway covering the large coffee table in front of the TV. "You guys have a huge kitchen and dining area, but I've never seen you actually eat in there."

"Food tastes better in front of the TV." He says simply, jumping onto the couch and patting the spot next to him.

You make your way to the couch and flop next to your brother, the smell of the spread in front of you making you hum in delight. You're both about to tuck in when he curses under his breath, climbing off the sofa with a promise to return with chopsticks. You lean forward and grab a dumpling with your fingers before dipping it in one of the sauces Taehyung laid out. It's almost in your mouth when the door to Jungkook's bedroom creaks slightly, causing you to put the dumpling back down and stare as he enters the lounge. He's dressed in a plain black shirt and sweats, and you drink in his figure shamelessly when he comes into view.

He spots you instantly as he walks further into the room, and you notice his eyes drop slightly to your chest, a short laugh blowing through your lips when you realise he's trying to see the imprint of the nipple piercings you said you were getting done today. "Hi, Koo—"

Your brother's voice cuts you off when he enters the living room again, "Kook! You hungry? There's heaps."

You take a pair of chopsticks when Tae hands you them, returning to your earlier action and grabbing the dumpling but successfully shoving it in your mouth this time. Your gaze lifts back to Jungkook as you chew, watching curiously as he looks at the food, looks at you, and then looks back to your brother. "Nah, bro, not hungry." He replies lowly before turning around and heading back into his room.

"Why did he come out then?" Taehyung snickers, leaning forward and slurping up a mouthful of noodles. You cough out a laugh, grabbing another dumpling and stuffing it into your mouth to avoid having to say anything. You knew why Jungkook was in a grump, and you also knew that he was definitely hungry. He's always hungry. You continue eating and internally decide that you will fix both of those problems before leaving the apartment tonight.

You and Taehyung talked for an hour and a half after you finished your dinner. It started on the topic of work—how your drama was going and how his shows were going. Then it got to the huge fucking Jungkook-shaped elephant in the room. You cried and apologised non-stop, and he kept telling you to cut it out, hugging you into his chest and telling you he wasn't mad. That life happens, and you can't help it." I'm supposed to be your big sister." You remember crying as he chuckled while patting your back like one would a newborn.

"How l-long did you know?" You hiccupped after breaking away from the embrace, reaching for your cup of water on the coffee table.

"Well, a few times, I caught him smiling at his phone and saw your name on the screen as I walked past. Or when he would shamelessly check you out whenever you'd come over. I thought he was just a horny douche," Tae laughed as you rolled your teary eyes, "but one night really caught me off guard. We were watching the first episode of your new drama when it dropped, and when the flashback kissing scene came on, he went dead quiet. Wouldn't talk for the rest of the episode and then went to his room when it finished."

"Jungkook," you say as you knock on his bedroom door, "I made you a plate. Can I come in?"

On the other side, Jungkook is lying on his bed, arm resting against the headboard behind his head, and tongue poking the inside of his cheek when he hears you call him by his actual name instead of a nickname like you usually do. He stays quiet and continues to scroll through a random social media app on his phone; he can't even tell you which one at this point. He's just trying not to give in. Call you in and shower your dumb face in kisses like he wants to. Pull your shirt up and see your newly pierced nipples because it's all he's been thinking about since you told him.

"I'm coming in, okay? Cover up!" You warn snarkily and smile in satisfaction when you hear him snort as you push the door open and step inside.

Jungkook's eyes flutter to you as you shut the door with your foot and shuffle over to his bed. His phone locks from inactivity, and he lets it slip from his hand as he watches you sit on the side of his bed, a plate of Chinese held in your hands as you poke his thigh with the chopsticks. "Eat."

He stares at your face for a second when you speak, his gaze lifting to your puffy eyes, making him sit up a little against the headboard. "Have you been crying?"

"Nothing gets past you, Sherlock." You mutter jokingly, leaning forward and placing the plate of food on his lap. "I know you're hungry. Hurry up and eat before I start feeding you."

He takes hold of the chopsticks when you wriggle them into his hand. Then, before you can pull your hand back, he grabs ahold of your palm, lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand. "Thank you." He mumbles softly, grabbing some of the rice with the chopsticks before shoving it in his mouth.

"What are your plans tomorrow? I've got an interview on Thursday, but I don't have anything on tomorrow and was wondering if—"

"Why don't you go and do something with Jae?" He says after swallowing his mouthful, causing the words to cut off in your throat. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at him in shock.

"Really?" You spit with a laugh, watching as he swirls the food around on his plate, his appetite suddenly vanishing.

"Yeah," he replies with a shrug, "we both agreed that we don't have the time to date. But you sure do go out on a lot of dates with him."

"This is about the piercings, right?" You can't help the tone of your voice rising, but you're slowly getting more pissed off by the second.

"The piercings, the concert, the ice cream. I'm sure there's a fuck tonne I don't know about too." He chuckles sorely, leaning over to his bedside table and setting down the barely touched plate of food.

"He's my co-worker. We are the leads in a show together; it's good for viewership for us to be seen together!" You stand from the bed, your voice getting even louder now, and you have to remind yourself to calm down so you don't bother your brother a few doors down.

"For viewership," he nods sarcastically, "getting your nipples pierced with your co-worker is good for viewership?" He can't help but laugh, his throat getting that familiar scratchy feeling as he imagines that fucker being in the room with you while you got them done.

"I've been planning them for a long time. You knew I wanted to get them done." 

"Why with him, ___?" Your nickname slipped venomously through his lips, "Why'd you go with him?" Jungkook's tone is low, almost defeated, as he refuses to make eye contact with you.

"He overheard me saying to Hee-Jin that I was going to do it today. He said he was planning on getting his nose pierced and offered to go with me," Jungkook is shaking his head now, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek as he tries not to think about it.

"Yeah, alright, _____. I'm tired, so—"

"Don't do that." You spit, cutting him off, and he raises his head to meet your eyes finally.

"Do what?"

"Don't shut me out. I hate it when you do that." You sigh, a hand lifting to run through your hair in frustration. Jungkook is quiet as he watches your chest heave while you calm down from yelling. He can't help his eyes falling to your tits, and you watch his eyebrows crease when he tries to find the imprint of the piercings.

"I didn't do it." You jab, and Jungkook's eyes lift to your face in pure confusion. At that moment, his stare drifts to your left ear and then your right, noticing the second addition to your lobes that he didn't see before. "Some lunatic called me before I got them done. He sounded pretty pissed, so I just got my ears done again." You snark, your eyes rolling back when you notice Jungkook's cheeky fucking smirk reappear on his lips.

You're close enough to the bed for him to gently lean forward and grab your arm. Before you have the chance to shrug him off, he's pulling you towards him, and you don't fight it as you fall onto the bed. Before you know it, he's ushering you onto his lap, his lip caught slightly between his teeth, and you have to stop yourself from leaning forward and kissing him. He's so pretty. 

"I like when you do things for me." He mumbles, his thumbs rubbing a soothing pattern on your hips as your shirt rises up slightly with your movement.

A soft hum escapes you as you allow more of your weight to press into him. The fabric of your jeans is rough against his crotch, and you can feel your lower body getting warmer by the second. "I know," you whisper, giving in and moving forward to press your mouth against his.

Jungkook's hands slide from your hips to your lower back when you lean forward, and he cheekily drops them to your ass, grabbing a greedy handful as you deepen the kiss. Your jaw slacks slightly when you feel him squeeze your ass, and he takes the opportunity to delve his tongue through your lips. His tongue brushes with your own, and he swallows the breathy moan that escapes as you allow him deeper into your mouth. Your hips move on their own accord, grinding harder into his lap, and he groans when you press down harshly, the denim of your jeans brushing him roughly through his pants.

"Shit." He moans as he breaks away from your lips. His hands don't leave your ass; if anything, he grips tighter before pressing you harder against him. You can feel him getting stiffer beneath you, making you whine at the feeling of him going from soft to hard between your legs.

"You're not hungry anymore?" You breathe as he flips you over so he's on top of you, his hands hastily working on the buttons of your jeans.

"No, I am." His voice is low as he makes his way down your body, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of your belly that reveals as your shirt rides up. Jungkook's lips move to your hipbone as he drags your zipper down, your jeans loose enough the slip off, and he drags them down, chucking them onto his floor without another thought.

He pats the side of your left thigh with his hand, and your knees come up instantly, understanding his wordless demand. "Really hungry," he mumbles, leaning down and attaching his mouth to your pussy through your panties. A whine leaves your lips instantly, hips involuntarily bucking into his face as he licks at your clit through the fabric. Your hands reach down to grab onto him, but you come up a little short. Jungkook notices and shuffles up a bit, letting you tangle your fingers through his hair, a satisfied hum leaving him when you tug at the strands harshly. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your underwear before sliding them down your legs, grunting at the sight of your glistening cunt. "So pretty."

"My pussy is pretty?" You choke through a moan as he lets a line of spit drip from his mouth onto you.

"Really pretty," he confirms before leaning down and burying his mouth into your cunt. Your eyes roll back as his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue peaking through to flick the nub as he sucks.

"F-Fuck," You groan as his right-hand grips your thigh, reassuringly squeezing as if coaxing you through it. Your eyes are squeezed shut; the wet, messy sounds of him devouring you are all you can hear. All you can feel.

Your eyes open as Jungkook pulls away, and you watch through hooded lids as he leans back a little before taking his middle and ring finger into his mouth. He coats them in as much saliva as possible before leaning down and placing a quick, sweet kiss on your clit. You let a giggle slip at the action before a high-pitched moan blows through your lips. He pushes both of his fingers fully into you, not stopping until he hits knuckle. "Holy shiiiiiiiit," you seethe, fingers untangling from his hair to rest at the back of his head.

Once his fingers are buried in you, he returns to your cunt, tongue lapping at your clit with vigour. He pulls the throbbing bud into his mouth, groaning when you push the back of his head further into you. He's nodding into your pussy, telling you to push harder without saying a word. "Kook." You whine, your fingers shakily entangling into his hair again and pulling him into you like he wants. His fingers haven't left you at all, and he curls them up, toying with that rigid spongey part. The tips of his fingers push at it teasingly, and it causes you to clench tightly around him, wanting to keep his hand trapped there forever.

He feels you start to shake, and his mouth moves with you, lips refusing to let go of your clit. "Fuck my tongue," he says as he pulls away slightly for air, "right now. Fuck my face."

"Oh my fucking god," you moan at his words, head falling back into his pillow as he goes back down again. His nose is buried in you now; the sloppy sounds of him slurping on your cunt spread goosebumps over your body. His fingers finally leave your hole before he leans a little lower, shoving his tongue into you. "Babyyyy, shit!" Your words come out as a mixture between a cry and a moan as he pistons his tongue into your hole, his fingers coated in your slick sliding up to circle your clit. 

"Fuck. My tongue." You can barely make out his demand as he doesn't relent his torture on your cunt, his words coming out muffled. Finally, you heave out a strangled moan before letting go and grinding your hips into his face. He moans in satisfaction, vibrating straight through your core, and you feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Come on, baby," Jungkook's words come out almost unintelligible again as his tongue continues to fuck into you, pulling a pornographic whine from your lips. "Good girl," he hums. His fingers are swirling against your swollen clit, maintaining a steady but ferocious pace, and it's blurring your vision. You can't stop yourself from bucking up into his face, earning a low groan when his tongue curves just right in your hole, and you push him into you so hard he can't breathe. Your right-hand slips out of his hair, slamming down onto his bed, your first unclenching to pull at his sheets with a trembling hand. His fingers lift off your clit for a second, and it's like you almost don't even notice it because his tongue takes its place, slurping your bud into his mouth. You hear shuffling and look up to see him pull his cock out of his sweats. You can't see it properly because he's kneeling at the edge of the bed, but you've witnessed the action enough to know when it's happening.

Once his cock is free, he stands from his knee, his hand wasting no time before reattaching to your clit. You can't take it anymore, your head turning to bury itself into his pillow to muffle your scream. The smell of his shampoo is embedded into the pillowcase, making your heart beat even faster, which you thought was simply impossible right now. Your toes curl as his thumb massages your clit, your hand lifting to grip the pillowcase tightly in your fist. "Gguk, I'm gonna—"

"I know, baby," he nods, his unoccupied hand reaching down to grasp his shaft in his hand before leaning forward and pushing into you. That's it. You're done for. 

"Oh! Oh, my fuck!" You scream as Jungkook shoves every inch of his cock into you, his balls flush against your entrance when he hits the base. He doesn't move. His thumb continues the torture on your clit, and he feels your walls tighten sorely around him as your back arches slightly off the bed. Your ears are ringing; eyes rolled to the back of your head as your chin points to the ceiling. 

"That's it, baby. Cream my fucking cockkkkk." He praises as you shake around him, your orgasm hitting you in a sudden wave. You think you're crying; you can't actually tell. Jungkook's eyebrows are furrowed as he stares in awe at your pussy convulse around him, watching your puffed clit pulse as you cum. "Shit," he whispers as he slowly slides his dick out of you for the first time since he entered you.

He doesn't let it fully slip out, instead pulling back until your lips are swallowing just the tip. He almost fucking growls when he sees his cock emerge sticky and wet, listening to you whine when he inches it gently back inside. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?" you groan, your hand coming up to rest against his chest. The side of his mouth pulls upwards as you let your hand slide under his shirt, nails tracing softly against his toned stomach. Your touch doesn't do anything to stop him, though, his gentle thrusts continuing as he watches your face for any sign of serious pain.

"God, you are," your words come out strangled, followed by a few shallow breaths as your pussy lets out a loud squelch every time he sinks back in.

"You can take it, right, baby?" Jungkook's tone is low and sinful. His gaze drops back to where you two are connected, his hips speeding up a little on each thrust. He watches as your eyes squeeze shut again, your hand that's under his shirt balling into a fist as you slam it against his chest. The shaky sensitivity in your pussy is strong, choked breaths slip from your mouth like a second language as you fight the overstimulation. "You always. Take it. So. Well." He's praising you between thrusts, and they're becoming more brutal with each one. Jungkook's head falls back a little as you squeeze around him slightly, listening to the sloppy noise of your cunt mixed with your moans. It's euphoric.

Suddenly, it's like a switch flicked in your brain because the pain turns to absolute pleasure, and your jaw slacks in pure ecstasy. Jungkook notices the transition and kneels on the bed, hooking his arms under the backs of your knees and pulling you down so you're flush against him. Your hand falls from his chest and next to you limply. You don't even have the power to move it as Jungkook slides his cock out of you before slamming it back in harder, then harder, then harder. He doesn't pull out until he's filled you to the brim, waiting to feel his balls hit your ass before pulling back and repeating the motion. You go to moan, though nothing comes out but an airy screech, your throat feeling raw and abused, just like your poor vagina right now.

"Slut," he mumbles sweetly, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You giggle against his mouth, using all the energy you have left to lift your hands and run them through his dishevelled hair before pulling him down to lay on you.

You feel Jungkook start to shake slightly, his usual giveaway that he's close. Breaking away from the kiss, your legs wrap around his butt and pull him into you as deeply as you can. "Mhm," you moan with a fucked out look on your face, hair sprawled out on his pillow, and he swears it's the prettiest he's ever seen you.

"There?" He grunts, the tip of his cock hitting that rigid spongey bit as he plows into you. 

"Mhm!" Your moan sounds distressed and crazed, but you can't even bring yourself to care. Your hands rack through Jungkook's hair, trailing down his back, and your nails dig into his skin as he slams his hips back, mercilessly fucking you into the bed. "There. There. Fucking thereeeeee!" You scream as his cock hits a part inside you that you didn't even know existed.

"Shit," he groans as your walls tighten around him, "I'm gonna fucking cum. Clench again, baby. Please. Please fuckk," He's begging, and your eyes roll to the back of your head at his whiny tone. His face falls to the crook of your neck as you give him what he needs, clenching your walls around him, and you hear him choke out a pained moan before he pushes into you with a final trembled thrust. He spills himself inside of you, painting the walls of your cunt, and you relish in the feeling. 

You're so close; the feeling of his cum inside of you only makes you even more aroused. "Keep going," your voice is hurried and hoarse, "Baby, please. Keep going. Keep goinggg. I'm close." You cry, your hand patting against his back in a pleading motion.

Jungkook can't do anything but growl into your neck as he pulls his hips back; the loud noise of his cum stuffed into you, squelching around his cock as he draws back, is fucking sinful. He ignores the burning feeling of sensitivity. He ignores the fact that his cock is softening by the second. Instead, he focuses on your moans of pleasure, pulling his face from your neck to watch your face contort in bliss. You can't take it anymore when his hand falls between you, thumb finding your clit without even fucking looking. "I'm. Gonna. Cum." You're shaking as he pounds into you, his thumb relentless on your clit. 

"Yeah?" He leans down, spitting harshly onto your cunt. "Fucking cum then," he taunts, his thumb sliding against your clit furiously. 

You can't speak. You can't open your eyes. You can't even breathe. You're surprised a strangled whimper finds its way from your throat, a blinding white flashing as your orgasm hits you. It washes over you like a tidal wave, and your back arches off the bed as you cum. Jungkook curses at the feeling of you pulsating around him and works you through your orgasm with a pained shudder.

As soon as you cower away from his touch, your pussy not able to handle the pressure on your clit any longer, he retracts his hand and heaves out a shaky breath. His hand pulls at the neckline of his shirt, slipping it off him and exposing his gorgeous abs. You can't even enjoy the sight properly, slumped against his pillow, harsh breaths blowing from your lips as you try to grasp back on reality. Jungkook lays the shirt under your butt, a low groan escaping him when he slips out of you, his cum drooling out of you and pooling onto his shirt. You look at him through squinted eyes as he stares at his seed dripping out of your hole, admiring it like a priceless piece of art. You watch as he bites his lip before tilting his head towards you with a cheeky smile.

Your eyes widen at his silent question, mouth opening in shock as you lift a shaky leg to swat at him with your foot. "If you try putting your dick anywhere near me right now, I'll fucking castrate you," you threaten as he chuckles at your reaction, letting his shirt capture the excess leakage before hobbling off to the bathroom to get a cloth.

You've managed to calm your breathing while listening to the bathroom tap squeak as Jungkook runs a washcloth under the water. He returns a few moments later, leaning down to press a quick kiss against your belly before he cleans you up. He's pulled his sweatpants back up now, but he's still shirtless, and you admire the way the muscles in his back tense as he goes to throw the dirty laundry in his hamper. He also grabs the plate of food that he abandoned on his bedside table before jogging it out to the kitchen. A comfortable silence washes over you both as he returns, and you just enjoy staring at his figure as he makes his way back to bed. Jungkook hands you back your panties before sitting on the side of the bed. He watches you tiredly sit up to wriggle them on before sliding back down and slamming your head onto the pillow.

"You're staying the night?" He asks in shock. You're always so quick to leave his place after sex; he does the same when it's at your place.

"We've had sleepovers before," you mumble into his pillow, snuggling deeper into his blanket.

He hums, slipping into the bed himself, and your warm arm moves under the blanket to drape over his chest. "Not after sex."

"Do you want me to go?" You reply quietly after a beat, your finger tracing light patterns on his upper chest.

Jungkook looks down at your hand, then your face. Your eyes meet his, and he just shakes his head, making you give him a soft smile in return. Your eyes flutter shut as he shuffles closer to you before he grabs your leg and drapes it over his waist. Jungkook follows suit, eyes closing as his breathing evens out. He's almost asleep, feeling your warm skin pressed against him, acting as the best sleeping pill money could buy. That is, until your voice breaks the silence.

"You would look so good with a lip ring."

His heavy eyelids peel open as he glances down at you. Your matted hair frames your face; eyes still shut. Your cheek is pressed against his chest; he could feel your lips move against him as you spoke.

"You're so random," Jungkook mumbles with a chuckle before closing his eyes again. He feels your lips pucker slightly, pressing a feathery, light kiss against his nipple as you let sleep take over you. The feeling is soothing, and all he can think about as the darkness engulfs him is getting a fucking lip ring.

[bts-ruu]

DENIAL¹ ⋆ JJK

it's been a plethora of secret meetups, quickies in the bathrooms of his award shows, and 2 am 'you up?' texts during your year-long situationship with jungkook. you both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you're crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night. trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. jungkook sees. and he's mad.

PAIRING idol!jk x actress!reader

WORD COUNT 5.3k

GENRE fwb au, smut, fluff, angst

RATING 18+ MINORS DNI

CONTENT jealous & possessive asffff kook, older (just a lil) reader, taehyung sister reader, secret-ish situashionship, this is FILTHYY i even shocked myself, teasing, swearing, kissing, fingering, spitting, nipple play, dom!jk, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, condomless p in v, creampie

AUTHOR'S NOTE while i'm working on the next chap of my fic i come bearing a gift! this is a oneshot but if y'all enjoy it i have a bunch of ideas for this pairing i could work on and maybe make an additional part! thanks sm for reading, hope u enjoy <3 also this is my first time properly writing smut AHH so any feedback is insanely appreciated and encouraged

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Jungkook's room was quiet, the only noise being his soft humming as his thumb dragged down the expanse of his phone screen, scrolling mindlessly through his private Instagram feed. He's already passed a few of his bandmates' photo dumps, leaving a like on a few and a teasing, sarcastic comment on the others. But, then, smirking at his remarks that he finds absolutely priceless, his thumb grinds to a halt as he comes across your latest post.

There you are, in all of your glory. You're posing prettily with an overfilled cup of ice cream from a popular parlour in Seoul Central. A spoon rests against your lips; eyes closed gingerly for the snap. The side of Jungkook's mouth pulls upwards before he can stop it, a soft, dazed smile coating his lips as he stares at you for longer than he'd like to admit. However, the daze ends as abruptly as it began when his focus shifts to the person seated on your left. He recognizes the guy sitting next to you as the leading male in your latest drama, Jae something. 

A hot, uncomfortable feeling bubbles in the pit of Jungkook's stomach as he stares at the classically attractive male in your photo. The feeling intensifies tenfold when he notices the spoon clasped in Jae something's hand, and his eyes search every pixel on his phone screen, begging to find this dirtbag's own cup of ice cream. Finally, he scoffs after scouting every inch of your photo for the third time. So you're really sharing a cup of ice cream with this guy? And it's not even for work. And you posted a picture of it on your Instagram. Your public Instagram.

Jealousy claws at Jungkook's throat with vigour, and he has to lock his phone and put it next to him on his bed before he stands up and hurls it at the wall. Of course, he knows he shouldn't and has no right to be jealous. But he can't help it. He can't control his actions and feelings when it comes to you. He's been infatuated since day one, and though you both have the mutual no-strings agreement as your blooming careers don't allow you the time or freedom to commit to something like that right now, he can't help but feel fucking sick looking at the photo of you and someone else.

The stadium is boisterous; fans hastily rush to get to their seats in the various sections surrounding the stage as if the concert would start without them. You were currently on your way backstage to visit your brother before the show began. After five minutes of weaving around equipment and dodging the stressed crew rushing around doing last-minute preparations, you finally arrived at your destination.

Knocking thrice on the dressing room door, a muffled "Come in!" has you twisting the handle and walking through the threshold with a cheesy grin. The seven men—six of which you've become good friends with since your brother introduced you—come into view as you enter the room, each of them beaming a mixture of greetings.

"Happy first show!" You exclaim as you walk towards your brother with a bouquet of mixed flowers. Taehyung takes the gift from you with a smile before placing a kiss on your forehead as thanks.

Jungkook's eyes haven't left you since you stepped foot in their dressing room. He swallows harshly, hoping to rehydrate his mouth as all his saliva has apparently decided to dissipate. Jungkook takes in your outfit, the short Chanel dress hugging the curves of your body and showcasing your smooth, slender legs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he suppresses his smirk when he sees the long-sleeved white undertop you're wearing. Images of you withering beneath him as he marked the top of your breasts a few nights ago flash through his mind, and he has to blink a few times in an attempt to return back to Earth.

Your gaze meets Jungkook's for a split second, watching him drink in your figure before you look back at the rest of the guys with a smile. Then, stepping back to your original position after breaking from the hug with your brother, your arms motion towards the man that you dragged in with you. "This is my friend, Jae Lee."

That's enough to crash Jungkook back down to Earth as his focus shifts to the tall brunette on your right. Jae Lee offers a quick bow with a smile as the rest of BTS chorus a polite greeting in return. "Nice to meet you guys; I'm a big fan." His voice is deep and rugged, just like it is in the drama he starred in with you. The drama that Jungkook binged in one sitting on release day, but he wouldn't tell you that.

"Likewise," Tae returns with a nod and his signature toothy grin before setting the flowers on the tabletop by one of the mirrors, "we're on in ten—do you know where your seats are?"

You nod at your younger brother's question, patting the pocket of Jae's faded jeans, "Jae's got our passes; we'll go there now and let you guys finish getting ready."

Jungkook is fucking fuming at this point as he watches the interaction, tongue pushing against his lower teeth to stop himself from spewing something that would embarrass the both of you.

You bid them one final good luck before spinning on your heel and exiting the room. A cloud of your sweet perfume trains behind you in your departure, invading Jungkook's senses and rendering him dazed as Jae follows you closely, shutting the door gently behind him.

"God, you guys were insane." You arrived back at your brother's apartment (that he shared with Jungkook) a few minutes ago, the three of you piling through the door as you beelined straight for the couch. "Hoseok has the stamina of a horse, I swear. I'm always shocked whenever I watch you guys perform."

Taehyung laughs from behind you as he shrugs off his jacket before jumping over the back of the couch and landing next to you with a huff. His best friend opts for a different route after ridding himself of his coat, walking into the kitchen to grab a drink of water and hopefully clear his head a bit. 

It's bad enough that he had a foggy grey cloud glooming in the back of his mind during the concert, but then he had to sit in an enclosed vehicle with you and your brother on the way home because Tae wanted to spend more time with you. Of course, Jungkook doesn't blame his friend; you have a week off before your next shoot, and you're headed to Gwacheon in a couple of days to get settled in. Usually, you and Jungkook would be utilizing this time off in a very different way, but unbeknownst to you, Jungkook is not in the mood right now. And he's always in the mood.

The bottle of water is downed in seconds, and the crunch of the now-empty plastic bottle in his hand pulls him out of his thoughts. Stepping on the pedal of the garbage can, he disposes of the rubbish and listens to the sound of soft padded footsteps entering the kitchen.

"You needa put that in the recycling bin."

Your teasing is gentle as you approach the ink-covered man, brushing past him lightly as you lean against the island opposite him. His lips pull into a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and your eyebrows furrow, leg lifting slightly to nudge him with your sock-covered foot.

"What's wrong, grumpy?" You poke, watching as he shakes his head before pushing off the counter and heading out of the kitchen. Your hand reaches out for him a liiiitle too quickly before he can slink away, "Kook? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, ____. I'm good. Exhausted from the show, that's all." He removes his hand gently from your grasp before continuing his departure and leaving you in the kitchen by yourself. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you head back to the living room, not surprised when your brother is the only one there.

"I'm going to go and pick up the pizza; they shut in 20, and delivery's off for the night," Taehyung informs you as he chucks his jacket back on, "Kook's headed to bed, so we'll just save him some."

You nod at him before falling back onto the couch and reaching for the TV remote. "Drive safe," you call, and he assures you he will, the sound of the apartment door shutting behind him echoing in your ears. That's all you need to hear before you carelessly throw the remote aside and scramble off the couch towards a certain grumpy cat's bedroom.

"Koo?" Your tone is soft, one hand on the door handle of his room, the other rapping gently at the wood.

His low hum from the other side reaches your ears, and you twist the handle, stepping inside quietly before closing the door and leaning against it. You're not entirely sure how to approach this situation. Most of your interactions with the gorgeous man sitting at the edge of his bed with a somber look have had quite a different vibe. Extremely fucking different.

"Tae's gone to pick up dinner, " you try, "I'd say like twenty minutes or so."

He sighs and nods at your obvious hinting, lifting his gaze from the ground and watching as you saunter towards him. The little black dress he first saw earlier today still has him rattled, and your scent getting more robust with each step you take enhances his stupor. You lift one of your legs over his thigh when you reach him, the bottom of your dress riding up as you settle in his lap. 

Shoving his dreary subconscious to the side, Jungkook leans forward into you before burying his face into your clothed stomach and inhaling as deeply as he can. Your stupifying, sweet, familiar scent invades his nostrils, and he knows he can always count on that to distract himself. You run your hands through his hair with a mewl as his head rises at an achingly slow pace before it's level with yours. 

His eyes are hooded as he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips with his own, and you drink in the soft moan that escapes him when your fingers clutch his hair tighter in your grasp. His mouth is sinful, his tongue delving deeper into your mouth to connect with your own. Instead of your usual teasing fight for dominance, you let Jungkook take control of the kiss, hoping it will soothe the unease you've noticed in his demeanour as of late.

His hands are gliding over your hips, fingers squeezing at the meat of your middle, and you can't help but purr at the feeling, almost as if he's trying to grab as much of your body in his hands as he can. Suddenly the reminder that your brother would be home at any moment returned to your mind, and you reluctantly broke the connection. Climbing off his lap, your feet shakily meet the floor, and your hands reach for the hem of your dress, ready to slip it over your head before you notice the look on his face. He's fighting another internal battle, and it makes you release the fabric in your hands, your dress falling back into place.

"Please tell me what's wrong, Kookie." You mumble, standing in front of him with your hands slumped to your side in defeat. He blows out a quiet breath, shaking his head for what feels like the fifth time tonight before he reaches out for you. Finally, you give in with a deflated sigh, letting him pull you close towards him before he continues your previous actions and clutches the hem of your dress. Dragging the fabric up slowly, he lets it ride just above your stomach before he uses one hand to slip your panties down your legs.

Your eyes flutter shut as the finger hooked into the waistband of your underwear drags across your inner thigh on its journey downwards, his other hand still full of your dress, the thumb on said hand rubbing soft circles against your skin. "Are you together?"

Your eyes snap open at his question, still in a hazy fog from his touches but coherent enough to make out the undertone of his question. His hand doesn't falter in the slightest, your panties hitting the ground with a soft thud, and he drags his hand back up the underside of your thigh when they fall. "No."

So you knew who he was talking about, he thought. "Hm," is all he mutters, the hand on your hamstring bending you at the knee and pulling you abruptly onto his lap. You swallow a yelp as he guides you back over him, unable to help the motion of your hips grinding down when you feel him through his sweatpants.

The feeling that brews inside you when your now bare heat brushes against the fabric of his pants is euphoric, the small wet patch you leave behind being first-hand proof. "10 minutes," you remind in a whisper, leaning forward to attach your lips again, needing additional contact with him more than your next breath.

Jungkook ends the kiss quickly, and it has you pouting when he pulls away. He reaches between you, shoving his sweats and underwear down in one motion, his erection jutting out on demand and hitting his stomach once free. He leans back a little but doesn't allow himself to lie down entirely, and you usher him backwards before his grip on your waist tightens, and you stop your action. You look at him in confusion, his intoxicating chocolate brown eyes lifting from where you're seated to meet your gaze. "Sit on it."

Your breath catches in your throat at his demand, but you follow it nonetheless, his readjustment allowing you to plant your knees on the bed and lean forward slightly. You look down for a split second to grasp at his hardened length resting against his stomach and guide it to where you need it most. You look up before letting it enter you, your eyes flickering over his face and realizing he's already staring at you. He doesn't say anything verbally, but his features give everything away without the need to. 

Jungkook leans forward, his hands sliding around your stomach before they reach your back. The flats of his palms cover almost the entirety of your back as his head falls into the crook of your neck. He places a single restrained kiss on your sweet spot, his lips finding it easily as they've visited the area hundreds of times. "Baby," he mutters into your neck, "sit."

And you do.

You finish lining up the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole before letting go and fully sinking onto him. The mangled breath that he chokes into the crook of your neck paints a devilish smirk on your lips, waiting until you feel his entire length submerge into you before lifting up and slamming back down, harder.

His breathing is heavy as his hands slide down your back before resting on your ass and grabbing a gluttonous handful when you rise. A strangled moan escapes your lips as he squeezes, spreading your cheeks and listening to the elicit sound of your walls sucking him in. You throw your head back in ecstasy, your clit throbbing every time it comes in contact with his balls, the feeling igniting a fire in your belly, arousal coursing through every cell in your body.

"Fucking. Hell," Jungkook curses; his eyes are slits as he glances down at his lap, watching your centre swallow him whole and mercilessly. He lifts one of his hands to his mouth, tongue swirling around his thumb before it presses against your clit, rubbing against it expertly and causing you to spew another strangled moan. "That's it, baby," his tone is low and filthy, and your hands grab onto his shoulders to balance yourself as the pleasure is getting too much.

His torture on your clit doesn't stop, not even when your hips stutter momentarily, the abuse to your cunt pulling at the rubber band holding you together harder and harder with each passing moment. "Stop playing with my clit," you cry, "or I'll fucking cum."

You almost regret opening your mouth because his hand pulls back instantly, and a soft whine leaves you at the loss of contact. You don't think twice before lifting your hips again, about to resume your action of riding him, when all of a sudden, he lifts you slightly, flipping you around until your back hits the mattress. "Wha—" your excuse of a question is cut off abruptly when he kneels down and drags you closer to the edge of the bed, mouth attaching to your clit with vigour.

"Fuck. Fuck." Is all you can mutter, your hands automatically going to his head, fingers threading through his hair and tugging when his tongue hits that part of your cunt that blurs your vision. Jungkook is lost in it, his tongue wrapping around your clit, relishing in the moans spilling from you. Lifting his head slightly, he gathers the saliva in his mouth before he spits on your pussy and dives back in. "What the fuck," you scream as he devours you like he's on death row and your cunt is his last meal, "Gguk—"

"I know, baby," he nods after pulling away for a split second, "just let go." He punctuates his words by sliding a finger, and then two, into your hole, and that's the knot in the fucking noose. His fingers are relentless, pushing all the way into you until they reach that spongey part before sliding out and repeating the same torturous routine. He knows you're close; he knows everything about you at this point. He's proven right when he feels your walls clench around his fingers and shoves his face deeper into your heat in response. His nose is buried in your cunt, tongue lapping and sucking at your clit feverishly, and you lose it. Your moans are silent, your throat not having the power to produce noise anymore as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Baby," you manage, "I'm fucking cumming."

Jungkook moans into your pussy; its vibration is the tipping point as your vision blurs, flashing white as your orgasm washes over you. Your knees shake, closing around his head as he doesn't relent, your body convulsing and grinding into his mouth as he works you through your orgasm. 

Your head is slumped against the pillow as you crash back down to Earth, Jungkook eventually pulling away from your core as you shudder, pressing soft kisses against your inner thigh as he detaches from you. Pulling himself up, he makes his way onto the bed, lowering his strong body over you. He's hungry on his journey upwards, lips dragging against every inch of your skin, his tongue dipping out to wet them when the skin of your leg absorbs their moisture. He explores your stomach, his bunny teeth grazing against your belly button as he gets higher. It looks like he's where he wants to be when he's levelled with your chest. He pulls at the dress that you're honestly still surprised that he's left on you for this long before he lifts it over your head, chucking it to the side without another thought. A grunt leaves his lips when the white long-sleeve you had on under your dress is still there, and he rids it the same, just with more furrowed brows.

A giggle leaves your lips at his frustration before it's replaced with a content sigh as he latches onto your left nipple. Your hand runs through his dishevelled hair; lip caught between your teeth as his tongue wraps around the bud, his teeth grazing at it softly. "T-Taehyung will be back soon," you warn through a moan, "need you inside of me."

A string of spittle drags from your nipple and his mouth as he pulls back, his head tilting slightly as his gaze catches yours. "Still needy," he hums, leaning forward and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before lifting his hips and grabbing hold of his hardened length. He drags it between your wet folds, the sound of your slickened cunt music to his ears. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, still sensitive from your orgasm, but the need to feel him inside you outweighs the overstimulation.

"Beg for it." He says simply, the length of his shaft still firmly in his hand as he drags it through your sticky folds. Your eyes snap open, eyebrows ruffled in astonishment as you stare at the cocky piece of shift above you.

"Jun—" you start, "beg for it." He finishes, his focus lifting from where you're almost conjoined to your face. His face is hard, and you know better than to fight him on this. Your breaths come out shortly; his tone should not be turning you on this much.

"Please." You mewl, your chest heaving once as he presses his cock deeper into folds, not quite yet at the hole you need him to fill. "Please, Jungkook. Fuck me. Fuck me. Ruin me." You spit, losing all sense of self-worth as the heaviness of his lower body against you turns you into a pathetic mess.

His smirk is taunting. It's the last thing you see before your eyes roll back to the back of your head, a disgustingly loud moan booming from your throat as he thrusts into you with one motion. A strangled gasp blows from your lips as he pulls out before slamming back into you twice as hard. Sweat is gathering at the base of his brows, a moan of his own chorusing with yours as he slams his cock deeper with each thrust. You're at a loss for words as the pleasure intensifies, the coil in your stomach bubbling ferociously for the second time tonight. "Does he fuck you this good?" He can't stop himself, the words spluttering from his lips before he has a chance to stop them.

He's leaning a little further back now, his hand pressing against your belly slightly, feeling the motion of his cock sliding into you through your fucking skin. How he expects you to respond right now is beyond you, the only noise you can possibly muster being a high-pitched screech as his pace increases. "Huh?" He spits, spreading your legs wider, lowering slightly to delve his cock deeper into your cunt.

"No." It comes out as a mixture of a gasp and a moan, "Nobody fucks me like you do." A stupid wave of relief rushes over him as he hears you speak, the sound of your squelching walls suctioning him in parading through the room. Your assurance ignites something inside him, and you're surprised you can keep your eyes open long enough to see the transformation. He secures one of your legs around his waist, his hand holding your other open as he plants one of his knees firmly on the bed. He stares at your pussy in awe, watching your clit glisten with slickness before spitting harshly at it; his thumb reaching down to spread it over you. A choked sob leaves your lips at the action before an even louder scream cuts it off; you don't even recognize your own voice.

Jungkook is ravenous. His hips are pulling back at record speed, every inch of his cock sliding out of you until just the tip remains before slamming back inside brutally. "Oh my fucking god, Jungkook!" You screech as he hits that spot deep inside you on every thrust like he's been training for this his whole life.

"You fucking love it, don't you? This what you wanted?" He spits as his cock splits you in two, "You know I hate seeing people touch what's mine. Knew I'd fucking lose it."

"He never touched me. Wouldn't let him." You choke, your back lifting slightly as you feel him push in just that much deeper at your words, "I'm fucking yours, idiot."

Jungkook's hips stutter as your words catch him off guard, cracking his cocky persona for a millisecond before he recovers and grips the meat of your thighs even harder and drills back into you. You're fucking dripping at this point, and Jungkook groans at the feeling. His cock drags the juices out of your hole, and he watches as it slides down your ass, filthily pooling at the sheets beneath you.

You can't do anything but reach your hands out, and he understands immediately, releasing the hold on your legs before leaning down and falling into your arms. Your hands are on the back of his neck as you pull him closer, needing to feel his full weight on top of you in hopes of it taking some of the pressure off your abused cunt. He doesn't stop, even when his face falls to the side of your neck, plastering soft, wet kisses to your skin and pulling a soft moan from you.

Tears are welling in your eyes as he continues snapping his hips into you; the new position you're in means he's permanently in contact with your clit, and it's brutal. The room begins to spin as the familiar feeling coils in your stomach harder than you think it ever has. "I'm so fucking close," he heaves into your neck, and all you can respond with is a nod, the tears that pool at your waterline threatening to spill.

Your hands fall from his hair to his back, fingernails digging into his smooth skin as you try to cling to the last string of coherence you have, "cum in me, Gguk. Fill me up. Fill me." You moan, fingernails dragging down his back just how he likes it, and that's his fucking end. A low growl leaves his lips, goosebumps flooding your arms at the noise. 

"Fuck." He curses loudly, hips pulling back in one final shaky thrust before he pushes all the way, your walls clenching tightly around him as he convulses, his release spilling from him and painting the walls of your cunt. He moans tenderly as you milk his cock, trying to pull every last drop of his orgasm from him.

Ten seconds or so pass while you both catch your breath, and you smile giddily beneath him; his heavy body feels comforting on top of you, like your own weighted blanket. You're ready to roll off the bed once he recovers, your hand drawing lazy circles across the expanse of his back before you hear him let out a deep, heaved breath. Lifting his hips back up, he ruts gently, resuming his movement inside of you. Your eyebrows furrow in shock, ignoring the burning feeling that immediately resurfaces as he shifts, "No, Jungkook, you don't have to—" He cuts you off with a kiss, hand reaching up to caress your cheek in a much softer manner than the majority of your night.

"When have I ever not let you cum?" He muses after breaking the kiss, his thumb slipping from the edge of your jaw to press against your lips. Your heart is beating at the fucking sweetheart above you, your lips parting slightly to take in the finger of his inked, calloused hand into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, gathering as much spit onto it as you can, just as he taught you, before using your tongue to push it out of your mouth. He smirks at the action, shaking his head as a train of saliva runs from his hand to your mouth. "Fucking filthy," Jungkook hums, his hand falling between you and connecting to your clit before the spit falls off his thumb.

Not that he needed the extra moisture, because you are fucking soaked, he flicks at your nub gently, satisfied as you shudder slightly at the contact. His overstimulated cock pulses inside you, the heat of your pussy making him release a strained breath before he pulls back out and begins to fuck you again. You can't even be shocked at his stamina at this point, many nights before having proven that he is fucking insatiable, pulling four of five orgasms out of you before turning in.

It doesn't take long before you're teetering on the edge of bliss again; the crude sounds of Jungkook's cum inside you, squelching around his cock as he slides in and out of you, are fucking erotic, arousing you even further. "Listen to thattttt," he groans at the noise, his overstimulation long forgotten as he gets lost in you again. 

"Oh," you cry at his nasty words, "my shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!" You can't even form a sensible sentence, the pleasure becoming too much. Your back lifts off the bed slightly as Jungkook's hand follows your cunt when it tries to cower away. "God! Please!" You wail as his hand slips, the juices coming out of you causing his hand to slide around messily. He chuckles at the absolutely filthy sight; it's the best thing he's ever fucking seen.

"Good fucking girl. My gooood. Fucking. Girl." He praises as you grip his bedsheets in anguish, your body shaking, breath stuck in your throat as your head lifts toward the ceiling. Your mouth drops open as the band breaks, the tears that were sitting idle beneath your lashes finally spilling out, a loud sob spewing through your lips as you cum. Your orgasm is intense, ears ringing as Jungkook drags it out as much as he possibly can before you're shrivelling away, falling back into his mattress in exhaustion.

You groan lowly as Jungkook slowly pulls himself out of you, grabbing the shirt he discarded halfway through your activity off the floor and using it to capture the liquid that drools out of you. You giggle at the sight, swatting him with your foot as he wipes, "That's disgusting," you cry at his use of a dirty t-shirt to clean you up.

"It's clean! I chucked it on just before you came in," he assures with a smirk, continuing his action and ignoring the eye-roll you throw him. Then, suddenly, your eyes widen, and you all but scramble off his bed, diving for your clothes on the ground before shoving them over your head. He laughs softly at your haste before pulling his own sweatpants back on, minus the underwear. He's about to head to the shower, an invitation to you dangling on the tip of his tongue as he watches you fix your hair and makeup in his mirror. He watches in amusement as you manage to tame your hair but fail to fix the smudged eyeliner at the root of your waterline, giving up with a huff and looking over to him with a teasing glare, "This is your fault."

His shoulders rise slightly, and his mouth is pulled into a faux pout when you deliver a soft smack to his arm, making your way to his bedroom door. He turns to finally head into his ensuite and shower before your strangled gasp meets his ears. He spins around quickly, confusion coating his features before his eyes trail to what you're fixated on.

Taehyung is sitting on the couch, legs crossed beneath him, AirPods in his ears as he munches on a slice of pizza. Your brother looks up when he feels your presence and nods in greeting. Then, fishing one of the earbuds from his ear, he waves the piece of the pie in his hand toward you. You're frozen in your spot, every word in your vocabulary flying out of your head as you're rendered speechless. Your brother pauses the show on his phone before swallowing his mouthful, "Pizza's here."

[bts-ruu]

game on 04 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x oc

word count: 2.6k

tropes: footballer!jungkook, fake dating, f2l

rating: 18+

warnings: shy koo 🤭( he can be pookie at times), jimin being extremely chaotic and stirring drama, thigh squeezes <3, talks about first times n doing it raw 😃

summary: jungkook did expect some interrogation by his friends - just not this type.

a/n: we're back!! a bit more chaotic and sillier!!

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“How was it to fuck for the first time?”

Jungkook freezes mid-chew.

This guy’s audacity.

Of course. Of course it would be Jimin. The man's allergic to silence. And shame.

Jungkook doesn’t respond right away. Mostly because he’s trying not to throw his drink in Jimin’s face in the middle of a packed BBQ restaurant.

Mingyu's trying not to laugh while Chanyeol’s shaking his head like he doesn’t want to know where this conversation will go.

They’re all squeezed around a hot grill at one of those buzzy downtown spots. Neon lights, tiny stools, smoke clinging to everyone’s clothes. And you’d just gone to the restroom with Karina.

Jimin wasted exactly zero seconds.

“I’ll kill you if you say shit like that in front of her,” Jungkook warns, voice low.

“That’s why I’m asking now when she’s not here, duh.”

Jungkook exhales sharply trough his nose, jaw tight. He could just say whatever. Say something vague and let it go. But it pisses him off how casually Jimin talks about you like that.

“I swear to god –” he starts, but Jimin’s already talking over him.

“Did you cry after?” Jimin asks with a gleam in his eye. “Or wait, did you bust after two minutes?”

Mingyu chuckles beside him. “Jimin's got a death wish.”

Chanyeol huffs out a laugh, shoulders shaking. “If he lunges, I’m not stopping him.”

Jimin’s eyes widen with faux innocent. “What are you guys on about? I mean, you’ve probably been pining after her for so long now. Finally hitting it, you must have lost your mind, no?” he asks. “Was it everything you dreamed about when you put your d-”

“What the fuck?” Jungkook interrupts.

“It’s a genuine question!” Jimin insists. “No judgment here. Could’ve been a quickie for the memories. A warm-up round.”

“A quickie for the memories,” Mingyu repeats, snorting in pure disbelief.

“Yeah! Like, you finally get to sleep with the girl you’ve been obsessed with for months. Brain’s probably short-circuiting. Whole thing’s over before it starts.”

If Jungkook doesn’t keep his breathing in check, there will be blood.

“I’m not telling any of you my business anymore.” Jungkook reaches for his beer, downing a long pull. “Especially not about her. Not like that.”

Even if this whole scenario would be real, it wouldn’t be their business. Wouldn’t be something he’d toss around for laughs between food and cheap beer. You weren’t some hookup story to debrief after a night out.

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “So you didn’t last two minutes?”

Jungkook just stares at him.

Jimin grins, delighted. “That silence is loud.”

“I will literally strangle you with your own hoodie,” Jungkook says flatly.

“Look, I’m just saying,” Jimin goes on, because he loves pain apparently. “With that kind of tension, all that build-up… I figured the second she touched you, it was game over.”

“Bro,” Mingyu coughs. “You want him to kill you.”

“I’m romanticising!” Jimin defends. “The human body can only take so much emotional blue-balling. You don’t think he dreamed about it? Like full cinematic fantasy? Slow-mo? Background music? Montage of hand-holding and then bam, real life?”

Jimin doesn’t know when to shut up. Now he’s gone and put the image in Jungkook’s head – you, laid out pretty and flushed beneath him, hair messy on his pillow, your fingers locked with his while you whisper his name all breathy and soft.

Jungkook presses the cold beer bottle against his temple. This is fine. Everything’s fine. Nothing’s on fire.

Chanyeol speaks, voice amused. “Pretty sure Jimin’s just bitter.”

“Jealous,” Mingyu corrects.

“Both,” Jungkook mutters.

“Aw,” Jimin pouts dramatically. “You’re not gonna tell us anything?”

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head, tone final. “Not a thing.”

He hopes the topic dies there, but of course not. Not when his brain is still glitching with the image of you beneath him, tangled sheets and tangled limbs. A pretty mess. Just for him.

“So... serious, huh?” Jimin nods slowly, but then a cheeky smile curves his lips. “Serious enough to do it raw the first time?”

Mingyu chokes on his drink.

Chanyeol doesn’t even try to get involved. “You’re on your own, man,” he mutters, turning away from Jimin.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Jimin laughs nervously, hands raised like he’s innocent. “It’s a joke! I’m joking!”

“Shut up before I throw a bottle at you.”

“I feel like you wouldn’t react this way if you had fucked raw.”

“You’re fucking dead.” Jungkook stands up. Chair scraping back with enough force to make a point.

And that’s exactly when you and Karina return, both mid-laugh, until you feel the shift in the air and look at the boys confusedly.

“Uh…” Karina blinks. “What’s happening?”

“You’re just in time for Jimin’s funeral,” Chanyeol says, raising his glass like a toast.

“Has the number 2 played a significant role in your life recently, ___?” Jimin asks.

“Am I supposed to be scared?” You glance at Jungkook, asking him for help.

Jungkook waves it off, sitting down. “He’s being weird again.”

“Don’t overthink it. Yes or no?” Jimin raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“Uh, no?”

He sighs, dramatically disappointed. “Case closed. I’m done here.”

You slide into your seat next to Jungkook, Karina settling in beside you.

“What did I miss?” you whisper to Jungkook.

He dips his head closer, muttering back, “Just locker room bullshit. You don’t wanna know.”

“Was is gross?”

“Very gross.” Jungkook pats your head, slowly reaching down to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Your brain’s too precious for that.”

You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches up anyway.

Chanyeol sighs loudly, leaning back in his chair. “I love this so much,” he declares with a satisfied smile.

You glance over. “What?”

“It just all makes sense now, you know?” He gestures vaguely between Jungkook and you. “Like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.”

Jungkook grins. He looks over at you, but you don’t look up at him. Your gaze is cast downwards, a shy smile creeping up your face. Cute.

Chanyeol pats his chest. “Just makes me really happy in my heart.”

It’s kind of funny, Jungkook thinks. How none of your friends questioned the sudden relationship announcement. They just took it in stride, like it had been a long time coming. Like they’d all just been waiting for the two of you to get your act together.

An unspoken sense of we were wondering when you’d finally admit it to us.

He just hopes the breakup goes down just as easily – like, oh well, they gave it a shot, and now they’re back to being friends, no drama.

“Chanyeol gets too sappy when he’s drunk,” Mingyu says.

“I love seeing people find each other. Makes me so happy.”

Okay, maybe Chanyeol is not gonna take the breakup that well.

You’re definitely gonna have to find a soft way to break it to him when the time comes.

“You have a soft heart,” you say, reciprocating his warm smile.

“You two work. Like, it makes sense. Real yin and yang shit,” he declares with complete sincerity. “I speak from the heart,” he adds, tapping his chest. “From here.” His gaze bounces between Jungkook and you. “Don’t you dare hurt it by breaking up.”

“Damn,” Jungkook mutters. “Pressure’s on.”

Your head turns to him then, a little too fast.

Karina lets out a surprised laugh at Jungkook’s reaction.

“Excuse him, ___,” Mingyu cuts in, eyebrows raised as he side-eyes Jungkook. “He’s new to relationships.”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Jungkook quickly defends himself. He stares into your eyes. “You know how I meant it.”

How did he fuck it up so quick?

“I know,” you reply gently, but there’s something sharp in your eyes. Jungkook realises that this your way of telling him to not slip up. To act, pretend properly.

He shifts slightly, more alert now, then reaches for your thigh. His hand lands warm and familiar, fingertips pressing into your skin just enough to coax you closer. You move without hesitation, slotting into the space he makes for you.

“Am I allowed to ask a question?” Jimin’s voice cuts through the quiet.

Jungkook’s head snaps towards him, meeting him with a challenging expression. “You’re on thin fucking ice.”

“Why?” you ask, curiously glancing between the two.

“Your boyfriend’s a little sensitive,” Jimin says, sniffing a little laugh as he teases Jungkook.

Jungkook’s hand around your thigh tightens. His fingers flex, pressing into the curve of your thigh.

“How annoying have you been to Jungkook for him to be so upset?” you ask amused.

“I swear I’m innocent,” Jimin says.

“I’ll kill you.”

You brush your fingers over Jungkook’s hand, gently running them over his arm a little too. You feel the tension in his muscles shift beneath your touch.

“I just wanna know who said I love you first.” Jimin’s voice is annoyingly sweet. “That too much for you too, Jungkook?”

Despite wanting to strangle Jimin, Jungkook feels a wave of nerves rush up at the question. You didn’t rehearse this part. He glances down at you, and you’re already looking up at him with the same wide-eyed helplessness.

“That’s obvious,” Mingyu cuts in confidently.

Is it?

“Jungkook’s too obsessed with ___ to not spill it every single second they spend with each other,” Chanyeol says.

Reasonable, Jungkook thinks.

“Okay, but,” Karina chimes in. “What if they haven’t said it yet?”

“What the fuck?” Chanyeol grimaces like the thought disgusts him.

You start giggling at his expression.

“Be serious,” he goes on, waving a hand. “Have you seen them? They’re literally glued together.”

Karina leans forward across the table, peering at you two. Jungkook follows her gaze, then blinks down at your lap.

His hand is still on your thigh. Your hand is over his. Neither of you move.

Jungkook brushes his thumb over your skin. “We’re a little touchy.”

You play along, all soft smile. “You’re clingy. Which is why you said I love you first.”

“That sounds like me,” Jungkook agrees.

“Seeing Jungkook as a clingy boyfriend was not on my bingo card for this year,” Mingyu remarks.

You lean into Jungkook, resting your head briefly on his shoulder. “He is so clingy. Gets all pouty when I don’t text back within five minutes.”

Jungkook scoffs, squeezing your thigh. “Don’t do too much now,” he muffles into your hair when he turns his head to give you a little peck.

“Anway, this boy doesn’t like to be called cute and clingy too many times. Can’t take it that often. Can’t handle the truth in high doses,” you sigh.

“It’s called maintaining a rep.”

“What’s so bad about being a golden retriever boyfriend?”

“No, I’m fine with being a golden retriever boyfriend,” Jungkook answers. “But,” he adds. “I am a tattooed golden retriever. That’s different.”

Everyone laughs, and Jungkook feels your fingers subtly squeeze his under the table. It’s a bit ridiculous, this whole act, but it’s also weirdly easy. Fun, even. He glances down at you, catching your eyes for a second.

He wouldn’t have done this with anyone but you.

~

“Spill. Now,” you demand when you’re back in your dorm and Karina slipped into her room, leaving Jungkook and you alone in the living room.

“Spill what?” Jungkook asks as he wanders into the tiny kitchen. He starts poking through your cabinets. “For a med student, you sure you just wanna give your body ramyeon? Think that’s the healthiest lifestyle?”

“Not the healthiest but the cheapest,” you shoot back. You close the cabinet before he can open the next one and hop onto the counter in front of him, blocking his path. “Now stop snooping through my sad pantry and tell me what you boys talked about when Karina and I were gone.”

It’s been gnawing at you the entire way home. You’ve been pondering what the boys talked about the entire time. Especially knowing Jimin. Nothing wholesome comes out of his mouth.

“I wasn’t talking about anything.” Jungkook plants his hands on the counter, one on each side of your thighs “Jimin was the one asking bullshit questions.”

“Like?”

“You’re gonna make me repeat it?”

“It was about me too, no? I wanna hear it.”

“I meant it when I said your brain’s too precious for that filth.”

“I’ve heard and seen enough throughout our friendship already. You think I’m fragile now?”

“Not fragile,” he murmurs. “Just selective about what you let into that pretty head. Don’t wanna ruin it.”

“Stop using your charm and tell me.” You draw him closer by the hoodie strings and force him to focus.

“He asked how it was.”

“It?” You blink confused.

“You know. It.” He looks at you pointedly, trying to make you get through his expression. When he realises that his attempt is fruitless, he sighs defeatedly. “Our first time. How our first time went.”

“Ahh,” you hum, the realisation dawning on you. “But why are you acting like this? You’re never this shy when it comes to that stuff.” You tilt your head just a little, catching the exact moment when the tiniest flush blooms across Jungkook’s cheeks, delicate and rosy. “Are you blushing?”

Cute.

It makes something warm flicker in your chest, stupid and soft.

You didn’t realise it could be this easy to make Jungkook blush.

“I’m not,” he mutters, quickly looking to the side.

You giggle, turning his head back to you by grabbing his chin. “How come?”

“’Cause we’re talking about us.”

“I mean, it was obvious they’d ask stuff like that,” you shrug.

“It wasn’t just that.”

“Oh?”

“Jimin went on and asked if we had ever done it raw.”

You let out a little gasp. “That’s freaky.”

Jungkook takes a step back. “You think doing it raw is freaky?”

You assess Jungkook through squinted eyes. “You’ve probably done that before, right? You’re freaky like that.”

“Big yes on being a freak and big no to doing it raw.” He steps back into your space and pokes your side “Lowkey offended you think I’d risk it when I’ve never even been in a proper relationship.”

“I’m proud of you, Koo.” You pat his shoulder. “I deemed you responsible enough for safe sex, but I did have my doubts, I’ll be honest.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I like to fuck but I’m not stupid.”

You hear light footsteps, then your name called out. “___?” Karina peeks around the hallway corner and promptly freezes when she sees you.

“Oh, I – I thought you were in your room,” she stammers, eyes flicking between you and Jungkook. “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” She smiles awkwardly, blinking fast.

For a second, you’re confused. Until you realise that you’re perched on the counter, Jungkook between your legs and his arms caging you in.

It hits you then, how intimate this looks. Like you’re actually a couple caught in the middle of something. Even if Jungkook and you weren’t trying to pretend.

“It’s okay,” you reassure.

Jungkook draws back, hands dropping. “I was about to leave anyway.”

“Oh, no! Don’t leave! Stay! I was just – I don’t even know – but please don’t leave.”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook laughs, already moving toward the door.

You hop off the counter and trot after him, catching Karina mouthing a panicked I’m so sorry at you before she retreats into her room and shuts the door.

“She’s going to feel bad about this for the rest of the week,” you tell him.

“Tell her even though I am obsessed with you, I wasn’t about to take you in the kitchen while she’s at home.”

“You’re not freaky like that?” you tease.

Jungkook short-circuits for a moment, momentarily even stares at your lips, before snapping back to his usual, cocky self.

“Wanna find out?”

It takes you all of ten seconds to wish him a dry good night and shove him out of your apartment.

“Can’t wait to see you at my parents’ this weekend and introduce you as my girlfriend!” he calls out from the hallway.

[bts-ruu]

Catch Me If You Can

Catch Me If You Can

Ship: Crush!Jungkook x Annoying!Reader

Description: You lived to get under Jungkook’s skin, constantly trying to rile him up and annoy him just to get a reaction. What happens when, during a cabin trip with friends, you accidentally push too far?

Warnings: PRIMAL PLAY, (primal kink go brrrrrr), Slight Dub-Con, Exercise (we hate running), More Exercise (we love fucking), Degradation, Humiliation, Praise, Choking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom!Jungkook, Mad!Jungkook (deserves its own warning), Manhandling, Restraining, Teasing, Reader is Annoying AF for the plot, Pussy Slapping, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex?

Word Count: 10.3k

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this oneshot! I had a particularly good time writing it up. Please enjoy!

It was a hot summer day when your van strode up to the cabin. Though the roads had been shit, rocky terrain and winding paths to get through the mountains, your arduous journey had come to an end. At last, you could escape the cramped quarters of Yeri's Sedan, stretch your limbs and breathe in the fresh air the wilderness offered. Granted, you would have to squeeze through the extra luggage you guys had crammed in the back with you and Jimin, slipping between the seats and waiting for everyone else to climb out first, courtesy of the two of you sitting in the very back closest to the trunk— but it was well worth the sacrifice.

From your position in the very back you were able to stare at the back of Jungkook's head for a full 8 hours, with him being none the wiser. God, you were a creep for getting satisfaction from that, but you were a woman obsessed. Seeing every time his tattooed fingers would comb through his hair, or the occasional stretches from sitting in the same place for too long, it was a view you were glad you didn't miss from any other seat. Yeri and her boyfriend Jaehyun, who was driving, were sitting in the very front, which left four seats in the back. Jungkook had opted for the middle right, and though being seated right next to him may seem optimal, it would make it too obvious that you were constantly staring. A habit you couldn't keep in check for the life of you. Unfortunately, the sight of Jungkook was irresistible. Instead you let Taehyung take the chosen spot, with you and Jimin sitting in the back with the leftover duffel bags and backpacks you were unable to cram in the trunk.

Not that you were complaining. You could deal with a little less leg room with the privacy you were granted to creep all you'd like. Jimin, sweetheart that he is, was asleep for the majority of the trip, snoring away except for the occasional gas station breaks and rest stops. You were able to peak over Jungkook's shoulder a few times to see what he was up to, but it was mainly doodling in his notebook or playing ad-free games on his phone. No insightful texts for you to spy on or gain intel from.

"Fucking finally!" Jaehyun killed the engine, stopping the radio along with it.

"Thank you for getting us home safely, baby." Yeri reached over the center console to give her boyfriend a kiss, much to the disgust of her brother Tae.

You looked over to Jimin, who was still snoozing, mouth agape and head leaning back in his neck pillow. Shaking his shoulder, you rose him from the dead. "Jimin, buddy, we're here already."

"Here" was a 2 story cabin in a heavily wooded, rural area located in the mountains. With a heated pool and far from civilization, it was the perfect place to recenter and take a breather from every day life. It was a popular destination primarily in the fall and winter, but the six of you were able to get a good price on it for the summer, all of you pitching in on the AirBnB months in advance for this getaway. You were particularly ecstatic about it. Five whole days stuck in a cabin with Jungkook? It was a fanfiction come to life! Granted, you'd prefer it were just the two of you and you had been snowed in, as the story line typically goes, but you'll take what you could get.

Jungkook, who was Taehyung's best friend, had been the object of your not-so secret affections for quite some time now. Always quiet, almost broody, he was a gorgeous specimen who barely even spared you a glance.

Granted, you did your best to annoy him at any opportune moment. Anything to get his attention. Seeing as you were Yeri's best friend, you might as well have been Taehyung's second obnoxious younger sister. Both you and Jungkook were constantly at the Kims' house, giving you ample time to be in his business and know the details of his personal life.

You swore sometimes he hated you, but if he did, he didn't outright show it. When you'd do your best to tease him or get a rise out of him, he'd ignore you or brush off your attempts. Those were the worst. You hated the indifference he gave you. All you wanted was a reaction, to see that pretty face contort into something besides boredom around you for once. Even if it were a joking smile or a grimace or a scowl— you wanted it so bad. Anything to get his eyes to finally lock with yours for more than a second. Anything to get him to notice you.

Then again, after years, you still hadn't gotten much from him. It was as though he were impervious to your feeble attempts. Perhaps he had gotten used to it in your younger years, knowing exactly how to make you tick and truly boil with rage inside. Perhaps he simply never cared. Either way, it was a habit you were unable to break at this point, still acting like a kid with a playground crush, teasing just to get a reaction.

It was the only types of interactions you really got with him anyways.

Jimin, Taehyung's other friend, grumbled as you shook him, looking up and out of the window at the greenery before him. He blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings and turning to you. "How long was I out?"

"Two days," you joked, eyes wandering to Jungkook slipping out of the car. You shimmied between the seats, grabbing your duffle bag with you as you climbed out. "Good luck getting proper sleep tonight. You were pretty knocked out of it."

You stretched your arms overhead, relieving the ache in your shoulders and legs and massaging the sore muscles. You watch Jungkook do the same, observing the sliver of skin revealed as his t-shirt rose up. Thank god this place had a pool. You couldn't wait to see Jungkook shirtless again, to see if his abs had gotten more defined, if his shoulders got any broader, if his biceps got any bigger. Had he gotten any more tattoos in addition to the full sleeve he sported? Your mouth watered at the thought.

"Home sweet home!" Yeri cheered, approaching the front door and putting the code into the lockbox attached to the door knob.

You circled around the car to where Taehyung was opening the trunk. Grabbing onto the handle of your suitcase, you yanked it from the pile, nearly falling on your ass in your attempt.

"Woah! Do you need help with that?" Taehyung questioned (after laughing at your expense). "Yo, Kook! Can you come give Y/N a hand with her bag?"

Your heart practically leapt at the thought as Jungkook approached, immediately grabbing your suitcase as if it weighed nothing.

"How much shit did you pack? We're only going to be here a week," he grunted, reaching for your duffel too. "Go ahead and give me that too."

"Sure you can handle all of that?" you teased, but give him the bag anyway.

"Better than you, that's for sure. You'll be wheezing like an old man trying to carry these upstairs."

He was right about that. You were excited to see him do it, though, seeing his muscles pump up and strain, veins prominent in his hands and forearms as he carried them for you. Sure, Taehyung had told them to do it, but you could let yourself fantasize for a moment that he did so for you. For such an introverted nerd, he was surprisingly a gym rat, with much of his time with Taehyung now spent at the gym.

You obediently followed him into the cabin and up the stairs, getting a great view of his ass. Fuck you needed to stop perving over this man, but you couldn't help it.

Yeri and Jaehyung were going to be downstairs in the master bedroom, where there was one other bedroom for Jimin. Upstairs there were two more bedrooms, one where you'd be solo and the other for Taehyung and Jungkook to share. (Or perhaps Jungkook and Jimin would switch. Taehyung had simply insisted he did not want to sleep anywhere near Yeri and her boyfriend.)

Following Jungkook into what was presumably your room, you took in the space. It was very much a cozy vibe, with western decor and lots of mahogany. The bed was easily big enough for two people.

"Where do you want it?"

Your pulse quickened as you looked at Jungkook with wide eyes.

"Wa— Hm?" You corrected yourself quickly before you could blurt out the words "want it". No need for him to know where your dirty mind had wandered.

"Your bag."

"Oh. On the bed's fine." It'd be fine for you guys to do it, too. You could already see him spread out on the comforter, a meal waiting to be devoured. You tried to wipe the thought from your mind before you started to drool. There'd be plenty of time to fantasize about that later, and all while he was in the bedroom right next to you.

Jungkook dropped the duffel onto the sheets, turning to head out.

"Wait!" You internally curse yourself. "Er, do you need help with your bags, perhaps?"

He raised a brow. "You really think you'd be much help?"

"I mean, your bag is probably lighter than mine. Unless you packed dumbbells are something." You couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Bet a gym rat like you would get withdrawals from being away for so long."

He scoffed at that. "I think I'll manage just fine one week without."

"I dunno." You practically sang the words. "I think I see your biceps deflating already. You haven't been slacking off or anything lately, have you?"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring your comments and leaving your bedroom. You let out a huff of disappointment, grumbling as you tossed yourself onto your bed, kicking at the sheets in frustration. You just wanted him to stay in your room even a minute longer. Then again, if you had the opportunity you'd probably lock him in here. Chain him to the bed and ride him into the sunset if you were feeling truly psycho. (Which, don't worry, you weren't. At least for the time being.)

—

The day after, the six of you were huddled on the carpet in the foyer after binging the newest episodes of Love Island, glasses of wine in hand. Well, you, Yeri, and Taehyung had wine in hand. Jaehyun and Jungkook had opted for sake, and poor Jimin was already slumped over on the couch from it, no doubt in need of the sleep he evaded last night from his extraneous car nap.

The remaining five of you were playing a drinking game, where one wanted to collect as many of the cards as possible through whatever truth or dare was written on it, or be forced to drink. You were currently working through your third glass of wine, careful not to go to the fourth as you knew it would bring you into solid messy-drunk territory. Yeri was undoubtedly sloshed at this point, her face flushed and rosy as she leaned against Jaehyun.

Jungkook wasn't the least bit drunk, it seemed, only taking one shot and successfully pulling off most of the requests the cards demanded of him. He had a pretty impressive selection, whereas you opted for sips of your wine instead. 

Yeri picked up the card, grinning as she read what was on it. "When was the last time you had sex?" She squealed, giggling as she further nuzzled against her boyfriend. "Well me and Jae—"

"Nope! Quit it!" Taehyung interrupted, snatching the card from her hand, his ears tinged pink from both being flustered and the alcohol. "I do not need to be hearing about that."

"But Taeeeee I don't wanna take another drink," Yeri whined, reaching for the card, which Taehyung held out of her grasp.

"Someone else can do it for you. I do not want to hear anything about my sister's sex life," Taehyung said with disgust. He turned to you, card pointed between two fingers. "Y/N?"

"Oh-ho-ho, you want to hear about my sex life then?" you joked, taking the card from him.

"Better yours than my sister's," Tae grumbled.

Still, you weren't sure if you wanted to share the truth. However, knowing Yeri's drunk state, she'd undoubtedly call you out on it if you told anything but.

Your cheeks flushed further, this time with embarrassment. The truth was you hadn't gotten laid in almost half a decade. But in your defense your vibrator and fantasizes of Jungkook had brought out more orgasms than any of the guys you hooked up with in college, and you weren't in the mood to set yourself up for disappointment. No one could compare to the fantasies in your head, so you'd everyone a favor and not waste anyone's time.

Jungkook nudged you with his shoulder after you took too long pondering. "Are you going to answer or what?"

You normally would've been elated for the brief physical contact, but instead it served as a reminder of his presence for this question. It also made this harder to avoid.

"Do I really have to? I'm not sure it'd be suited for Jimin's delicate ears."

"I'm pretty sure he's snoozing again anyway," Jungkook shrugged, tilting his head to the friend. "Go ahead and do it if you're brave enough."

Well, there was no other option with that. For once you shy away from his gaze, turning your head away as you stare at the card in your hand.

"Four years," you admit quietly.

Taehyung guffawed. "Four years? How have you gone that long? I can barely make it a few weeks."

"Ew ew ew! Now why do I have to hear that?" Yeri complained, shoving at her brother. "He's right though. We need to get you laid, girlfriend."

"Shut uuuup guys," you groaned. "It's not that hard. There's just... There hasn't been someone I wanted to do that with." Who wanted to do it with me, too.

Yeri's eyes lit up with drunken mischievousness. "What about—"

Jaehyun slapped his palm over her mouth, no doubt knowing exactly what she was going to say. Jaehyun, having been Yeri's long time boyfriend, knew all too well about your long standing crush on Jungkook. No need for her to blurt it out to the rest of the room. "I think it's about time I get you to bed."

Yeri weakly protested, but before long her boyfriend successfully dragged her back to their bedroom, and you're left with the other three.

"How come you haven't gotten with anyone in so long?" Taehyung asked, nosy as ever.

You tossed your card in your pile, picking up your wine glass to take a gulp this time. "No one's wanted me I guess."

"Bullshit. I told you last year my friend Jaemin was into you and you never even hit him up." Damn Taehyung.

"He's cute and all just..." You did your best not to glance at Jungkook, instead observing him from your periphery. "I have this idea in mind of what I want things to be like, and I know no one can live up to expectations."

"You sure you're not just too picky or something?" Taehyung chuckled. You wondered for a second if he was also in on your worst-kept-secret.

"Maybe," you admitted. "But it's not worth wasting people's time. I mean, I'm sure eventually I'll find someone who will make me want to at least try."

"And no one has for four years?" Jungkook finally spoke up.

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks at his direct inclusion. No, you wanted to scream. No one but you! "We can't all be easy," you said defensively. Who knew how many other women Jungkook had been with while you were stuck pining.

"We can't all be prudes, either," Jungkook shot back.

That was unlike him. And it stung. You locked eyes with him, and he held your stare, unyielding for once.

"You know, I think it's about time someone gets Jimin to bed. He's going to complain about back pain if we let him stay in that position on the couch any longer," you redirected, breaking off the stare and looking away, ending the game. Suddenly it didn't feel like fun anymore.

Taehyung groaned. "You're probably right."

As he moved to carry his friend back to his room, you exited, wanting as much space from Jungkook right now as possible. You felt embarrassed for the way he called you out like that. Did he really think you were a prude? Someone who wouldn't put out because she was... what? Too good to? Too scared to?

You got up to leave, the air inside suddenly feeling much too stuffy for your tastes. You needed some space from Jungkook and his words, letting your cheeks burn a little less and get your mind off internalizing the interaction. In the backyard now, you headed to the pool, sitting down to dangle your feet in the water, the LED lights from within surrounding you in a near neon blue. You tilted the glass back to your lips, getting whatever leftover drops of wine there was to offer. You definitely pushed too far with the "easy" comment. Served you right for being an annoying brat.

You let yourself dip further into the pool, submerging yourself in the heated water as you put down the glass. It felt comforting to be in here, clothes and all, though you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear, having pre-prepared for sleep. She shirt floated along with you, drifting around your waist and upper thighs as you glided through, feeling the warm water kiss your bare skin and bring comfort. Sometimes when you were feeling especially weird you'd float in pools like these and pretend you were back in your mother's womb, safe and protected from the inevitable mistakes that would come with living.

You needed to calm yourself, erase the mistakes of a few minutes before in your mind. You move your arms and float within, keeping yourself upright until you tilt back, laying on the surface as you idly glide along the water. Staring up at the stars, they seemed so much brighter than back home. You could clearly make out a few constellations. Orion's Belt, the big and little dippers...

"What're you doing out here?"

Your peaceful swim is brought to a halt, and you righten yourself to see Jungkook staring down at you.

Why was he out here?

"Swimming."

"I see that," Jungkook said. "You shouldn't swim when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk," you denied.

"Yeah you are. Your limit is three glasses, and you just finished your third." He looked pointedly at the glass left on the edge. So he had noticed how many you took. And knew you couldn't have more than four.

Well, of course he'd know that. The first time you tried wine was when you were sleeping over at the Kims', and you and Yeri had killer hangovers that resulted in the entire guest bathroom being wiped down. To be fair the two of you didn't know that wine got bad after it was opened, and the bottles that had been hidden in the bar had been there for years.

"So what?" You felt like a petulant child, turning away from him. You were still embarrassed, and weren't expecting to interact or see him again until at least morning. You figured he'd be helping Taehyung with Jimin.

"So you should get out of the pool and dry off." He dropped a towel by the edge. Had he brought that with him?

"What're you gonna do if I don't? Come get me?" You couldn't help but tease. Part of you really wanted him to.

"Funny," Jungkook huffed. He squatted down, the lights from the pool causing the shine of the moving water to dance across his face, illuminating him beautifully. "Can you get out now, please?"

"I don't wanna." You swam a bit further away from him to the other side. You had half the mind to stick your tongue out at him.

There's a beat of silence.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said. That you didn't expect.

You stilled, keeping your place in the water as you tried to process his words.

"I shouldn't have called you a prude," Jungkook continued. "You have standards. That's commendable. I'm sorry if we— I, made you feel like shit about it. It was wrong."

You held your breath, and it helped you float a bit more. You couldn't believe Jungkook was apologizing to you. Your back was still turned to him, so luckily he couldn't see your expression.

"Are you mad at me?" he questioned.

You swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts. "No." You turn your head to the side, still not directly looking at him. "I'm... sorry too. I shouldn't have insinuated you were easy." If he were, maybe then he'd give you a chance.

"It's fine. C'mon, let me get you out."

He held his hand out to you, and you giddily swam up to him. His large hand completely dwarfed your own, and a small part of your gremlin brain gave you an impulsive thought that drunk-you simply couldn't resist.

You tugged, watching him fall headfirst into the pool, water splashing everywhere as he submerged completely beneath. You let out a maniacal laugh as his head popped up from the surface, a mix of surprise and rage on his features. You had never seen that on his face before.

"Now we're even!" You cackled, watching him sputter out whatever water had gotten into his mouth.

"You are so lucky I didn't have any electronics on me!" he exclaimed. He swam towards you, causing you to squeal and try and swim away. "Oh no you don't!"

His large hands grip your waist, pulling you against him as you wriggle and try to escape his hold.

"Look who's ma-ad!" you breathily wheezed, endlessly amused by the anger on his face. You couldn't help it. You finally got under his skin, and like the child you were, it brought you so much delight. So much satisfaction.

"Of course I'm mad, you're being an absolute brat right now."

"I've never seen you this mad," you continued, grinning up at him. "It's so hard to get a rise out of you."

"You still try, though."

"I do," you admitted, looking up at him cockily. "And today I succeeded."

"C'mon, brat, let's get out of here before I get a cramp from keeping us both afloat." He tugged you closer to his chest, and you feared he might feel your heartbeat quicken.

You tried to squirm out, but his arm his ironclad around your waist as he dragged you closer to the edge. "I can swim on my own!"

"I'm not letting you." Jungkook finally let go of you, only to lift you up with both hands and sit you on the ledge. You're blessed with the sight of him hoisting himself up as well, and the outline of his abs and chest through the now transparent white shirt assured you your little prank was well worth the trouble. He grabbed the towel he had brought before and dumped it on your head, pressing a large hand down and rubbing the fabric into your hair. "Dry," he commanded.

You begrudgingly did as you're told, rubbing the towel over your head and face. Luckily it was still a hot summer night, so it wasn't as though you were freezing when you got out.

You dried as best as you can, wringing your shirt out and offering him the now partially-damp towel. Admiring him while he was partially distracted, you couldn't help but replay the image of his irritated face in your head over and over again, and how much you liked it.

"Thank you," you quietly mumbled, almost hoping he wouldn't catch it. "For coming to get me out."

"Well... I was concerned I upset you." He finished patting himself down. "Besides, now we're even."

—

After that, you made many more feeble attempts at catching Jungkook's attention. Asking him to reach dishes on the higher shelves when you'd typically have no issue climbing on top of countertops. Knocking on his bedroom door to see what he was up to— though most times it was just Taehyung. One time you accidentally popped in on the elder in the midst of changing, which was embarrassing. No more of that.

Sometimes you accidentally succeeded, however. Like during your hike through the mountains as a group, your left knee started audibly clicking with every step. You tried to swallow the pain, but with how bruised your feet felt and how often you had to stop the group to take a breather, it was becoming difficult. Curse you for being the least athletic of the whole group. You should've joined Yeri in volleyball sophomore year when you had the chance.

Jungkook, chivalrous gentleman has he was, begrudgingly insisted that you climb on his back the rest of the trek down. Not that you really minded, though, feeling his steady heartbeat through his back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck was a dream come true for you. You simply felt embarrassed that you had caused all the trouble, and not even on purpose this time.

On the final day before you all were set to head back home, however, you officially crossed a line.

You hadn't even intended for the night to go the way it did. It was 2 in the morning, and most everyone was already asleep in preparation for the long drive tomorrow. You, though, were a well known insomniac, with tonight being no exception.

Imagine your surprise when you stumbled across Jungkook, lying across one of the pool chairs, tiny sketchbook in hand. He looked fine as hell, hoodie hiding most of his tattoos, gym shorts showing the expanse of his muscled thighs. You were so upset this was your last day living with him, able to invade his space so easily.

With a devilish grin you snuck up behind him, snatching it from above to get a better look. Unfortunately you lost the page he had been working on, and flipping through the earlier pages you recognized the anime and flower sketches he had been working on during the ride here. "May I?"

"Y/N!" Jungkook's head twisted around as he glared at you, swiping for the book which you quickly held out of reach. He huffed with frustration. "Give that back."

"These are good, Jungkook, no need to be embarrassed," you snickered, flipping over a page to see small doodles. "Don't tell me you've got porn or something hidden in here."

Even through the neon LED lights the pool illuminated, you could see his cheeks burn a slight crimson. Ah, so there was something interesting in here. That or he was particularly attached to it. That only gave you further incentive to mess with him.

He stood from the seat, towering over you as he approached. You took a step back, however, keeping the book outstretched the other way. There was no way you were giving up that easily. Shaking his head, he pressed his tongue against the inside his cheek, irritated. He looked so hot. You were delighted at the sight. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"Nope." You flipped over another page, seeing a detailed drawing of a bee and another of a water lilly. Nothing particularly damning yet.

"Why are you always trying to rile me up?" He made a quick move for the book again, but you're quicker, spinning around him and putting it behind your back.

Because it turns me on.

Nope, can't say that, that'd freak him out.

"Cause it's fun," you admitted cheekily. "I rarely get a reaction out of you typically."

"Is this the reaction you're wanting?" He took another step forward, and you take another step back. His eyes were lidded and jaw clenched, irritation prominent in his expression. You're half tempted to run into the woods with the book just to see what secrets he had hidden in it.

"Almost."

"Almost?" he questioned. He glared at you, cocking his head to the side as he studied your mischievous, satisfied expression. "What is it you're wanting?"

Oh, only for you to fuck me where I stand, no biggie.

"Just a bit of fun, clearly. You look like you're about to blow a fuse. There must be something awfully interesting in this book for you to be so territorial over it," you snickered, taking a few more steps back to distance yourself from him and flipping through another page. "I mean, come and get it, if you can."

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, though, because suddenly you hear a very low, very deep: "That's it."

You acted on instinct as you see him lunge towards you, your feet carrying you away without you having to even think about it. Jungkook's hand swiped for you as you dodged, and you were distancing yourself a few feet per second as you dashed away and out of the backyard. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you snapped the journal shut, clutching it to your body as you sprinted into the trees. You're practically flying across the pre-made path, illuminated well enough now by the moonlight over head.

You didn't think it would go this far. You should've given him the journal at that moment, but you acted on instinct, fight or flight mode controlling your every whim as you dove headfirst into the wooded area surrounding the cabin. You stayed along the path, only able to hear your feet beating against the ground and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Maybe you were overreacting, but the look in his eyes as he jumped towards you said one thing: Run.

You looked behind, certain you had been quick enough to lost him, but you see his shadowy form gaining on you. And fast.

Fuck!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

You shrieked, making a sharp right off the trail and through the trees. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been chased. It must've been when you were a kid at summer camp. This was nothing like those games of tag, however. The fear coursing through your veins, the danger that was approaching from behind, all of it had given you a surge of adrenaline you had never encountered before.

Your breathing was quick as you dodged branches and swerved between the trunks. Luckily it wasn't autumn, otherwise the crunch of the dead leaves beneath your feet would give away your location. Then again, you had no clue where Jungkook had went either.

You didn't think Jungkook would hurt you. No, you knew he wouldn't.

But you didn't know what he was going to do when he caught you, either. And with how fast he clearly was, it seemed like an inevitability.

You internally cursed, spinning around one of the trees and pressing yourself against the bark, breathing through your nose and trying to make as little noise as possible. Fuck, you couldn't even see the trail or the cabin any more. How deep had you gotten? What if you weren't able to find your way back at this rate?

Panicked, you look around, your eyes now adjusting to the darkness. You're able to take a few slower, deeper breaths, relieved you had lost him.

But the relief didn't last long.

A large hand slammed against the bark next to you, Jungkook popping out from around the trunk. His eyes looked like one of a beast's, dark and ominous as he narrowed in on you. You screamed, ducking beneath and around the other side, barreling further into the dense forest. How had he caught up to you so fast? Why was he so determined?

Your shallow, fast breaths were getting louder now as you pumped your body for all you had, using all of your strength to get away as quickly as possible. You weren't going to make the mistake of looking back again— you knew he was right behind you.

And suddenly you felt arms caging in around your waist, Jungkook's catching you and yanking you to him, sending you both straight to the ground as his body weight crushed yours. The ground bit at your skin, all the breath being pushed out of your lungs as he fell on top of you, the crash chaotic and no doubt leaving bruises from where you landedp. The book flew out of your hands as both of you tumbled down. You scrambled trying to get out from under him, arm outstretched and fingers spread as you try and reach for the book which was just a few inches away, when his larger one engulfs your wrist, twisting you around and manhandling you to flip you on your back.

You had fantasized about Jungkook on top of you many times before, but never quite like this.

He grabbed your other wrist and pinned it down next to your head, shackling you to the forest floor and forcing you to look up at him. You were able to see far too clearly with your eyes adjusted to the night, the moonlight showing the rage on his beautiful face. He was breathing heavily from the exertion of the chase, chest heaving up and down beneath his hoodie as he glared down at you, a wild look in his eyes. His nostrils flared, mouth parted as he took in greedy gasps of air, his face closer to yours than you were used to. You tried to reach a foot up to kick him in the chest, but he dodged, trapping your thighs between his own. You struggled, pushing your hands up to try and twist out of his iron-clad grip, but he remained firm.

There was another spike of fear that ran through you as you realized he wasn't going to let you go.

Fuck, what had you gotten yourself into?

You were in the belly of the beast, trapped with no hope of escape. You tried and twisted some more, and his grip tightened, keeping you glued to the ground with him practically sitting on top of you. He wasn't even looking for the notebook anymore, all of his attention focused solely on you.

He continued to breathe hard, now deeper as you were both finally at a standstill. "Caught you..." he panted, still trying to catch his breath.

You clenched and unclenched your fists, frustrated with how you were helpless beneath him, now unable to fight back. Offering a weak smile, you tried to catch your own breath. "J-Jungkook..." You hadn't meant for the word to come out so airy, almost like a moan. A plea. "You can have the book back... It's right there."

"I don't want it anymore," he snarled.

You gulped, squirming in his hold, something you could no longer hide given your predicament. "O-Oh," you said shakily, trying to offer a laugh. "Let's... Let's talk?"

"Yeah, let's talk," he sneered, with no intention of letting you out from under him. No doubt you'd try and run away again. You'd probably climb over the mountain if it meant escape. "Why're you always testing me, huh? Trying to get under my skin, irritate me. I've tried so hard with you, tried to be patient, but you just don't know when to quit, do you?"

This time you didn't respond, unable to answer his questions. You weren't sure this was exactly the moment for honesty.

"Thought you wanted to talk, sweetheart."

Fuck, that made your heart flutter despite the situation. You look to the side, anywhere but Jungkook, and instead to the leaves and trees overhead above him. "I-I just like annoying you, that's all."

"That's all, huh?" His fingers flexed around your wrists. "It's almost like you like seeing me angry."

You squirmed again, closing your eyes as you try to kick beneath him, heels digging into the ground as you try to push him off. His body weight didn't give you much wiggle room, though and your weak attempts don't go unnoticed by him. You felt so embarrassed, so small and vulnerable beneath his scrutinizing gaze. You turned your head to the side, wanting to shrink away form his hard stare. He didn't let up, however.

"Nuh uh," he hissed, stretching your arms above your head and trapping both wrists in one hand now. Unfortunately you didn't have enough strength to weasel out of the one. All that time you had spent thirsting over his gym photos, and now it was all being used against you. He roughly gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned your face from the side and back at him. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, you peeked back up at him, the angry expression you had worked so hard for now glowering down at you.

"Just..." You whimpered, biting your lip with shame. "Just wanted your attention."

The fingers around your face seemed to twitch at that, and his eyes flashed with something you don't recognize. Perhaps surprise? His grip on your wrists tightened, stretching your arms out more to make you squirm with discomfort. "Is that it?" You heard a low, ominous chuckle. "Well congratulations, sweetheart. You finally got it."

Before you could wail out your deepest apologies and beg for his forgiveness, he's tilting your chin up further, craning your neck, and kissing you.

Your eyes widened as you feel the lips you had dreamed of for so long on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth and gliding against yours with ease. He completely dominated you, hand on your jaw now sliding down the column of your throat, feeling every gasp and moan that travelled through it as he took you completely. He lightly squeezed, as though reminding you to behave. He pressed his lips harder against yours, not letting you escape, forcing you to feel every part of him you had been so desperate for. Your head felt like it was spinning, fists furling and unfurling as you finally shut your eyes and tried to kiss him back, tried to keep up and have your body process this faster than your brain could. You were in complete disbelief this was happening. Was this real? Were you actually back home at the cabin, having another sick, twisted wet dream about Jungkook?

It was better than any of your dreams or fantasies could have predicted. The way Jungkook's mouth moved against yours, the secure hold against your neck and bound wrists, the subtle grind he made against you, nothing could compare. It felt better than you had ever hoped, and far, far filthier than you had ever dreamed.

Jungkook finally pulled back, breathless one again, lips now glistening in the moonlight as he stared down at you. You were panting as well, staring up at him with wonder at what he'd done, and what he'd do next. Did he regret it? Did he suddenly come to his senses? Realize it was you he was actually kissing in the middle of the wilderness?

His eyes scoured your flushed expression, traveling down to where your chest sunk and rose with each breath, and your thighs trapped between his. Biting his lip, he lifted to his knees, hands still firmly pinning you down as he shoved a knee between your legs, nudging them apart. "Spread 'em."

Shocked, you did as you're told, slowly opening your legs to his prying eyes, humiliation coursing through your veins. You had gone outside in your pajamas, just some sleep shorts and a tank top, and there wasn't much modesty you could provide.

Jungkook seemed satisfied with the sight, however, moving his other knee between yours as well as he looked down at the tiny shorts that barely covered you now. "Fuck..." He let go of your neck, his grip loosening as he lightly touched the skin available to him, tracing down over your tank top, between your breasts and past your stomach, stopping just above the hemline of your shorts. He's transfixed, eyes drinking in all they could in the dim light. He locked gazes with you again, hard gaze refusing to let you look away. "Do you want me to touch you? Or do you want me to let you go and run away again?"

You gulped, thighs twitching at the thought of either.

"I need an answer, Y/N."

"I-I—" Curse your infernal stammering. You swallowed the saliva that pooled in your throat, trying to collect yourself. "Please... touch me."

Jungkook grunted in response, grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts and roughly tugging them down your legs, revealing a cute pair of pink panties for him to rip apart. He doesn't admire them too long, quickly yanking them down as well to store in the pocket of his shorts. He uses the free hand to roughly pin one of your knees against the ground, keeping you spread for him with no where to hide, your glistening folds shining even in the darkness.

"Fuck, you really like seeing me mad, don't you?" he said under his breath, fingers lightly trailing up from your knee and up your inner thigh. You squirmed under his gaze, flustered and embarrassed at how exposed you were as he continued to unapologetically stare at you, eyes reveling at your bare sex. "Just wanted me to pin you down and fuck you every time you annoyed me, is that it?"

"Y...Yes..." you quietly admitted, hips slightly bucking to try and get his hand closer, to no avail. He pushed against your hip to keep you against the ground, thumb inching closer to where you wanted, rubbing slow circles against the inside of your hip. "Please don't tease."

His nostrils flared at that. "Tease? Like how you tease me all the time? Acting like a little slut just for my attention?"

His hand came down to slap against your wet folds, making your hips jump at the delicious sting. You accidentally let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his hand coming back down to rub against your sex and soothe the pain, traveling between your wet folds and admiring the slick that collected on them.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" You whimpered out the words, tears springing in your eyes.

"God, you're something else..." Jungkook said quietly, as though it were to himself. He let his digits dance against you, teasing around your entrance and clit but never giving you enough. "Every time you'd come begging for my attention, pissing me off, I had to walk away. Because I knew this would happen. Knew I'd just lose it and have to fuck the attitude out of you then and there."

He slipped a finger in and you mewled, pushing further against the hand that bound your wrists together. You weren't able to lift them even a centimeter from the ground. You wanted to reach up and touch him, curl your fingers into his hair and tug, wrap your hands around his forearm and feel the how the tendons worked as he curled his digits inside of you. You dug your heels into the ground, savoring the feeling of Jungkook's finger curling in you repeatedly, the sound of your wetness filling the night air.

"You're so wet for me, took it so easily..." He slipped another digit in, watching you keen as you tried to buck your hips again and greedily swallow him in deeper. "Couldn't just ask me out like a normal person, huh? Had to act like we were still on the playground, just irritate me for fun."

"It worked, didn't it?" you questioned, whimpering as the digits aimed at your g-spot, digging deep into your pressure point, his palm pressed against your mound and grinding against you.

He couldn't help but smile at that. "It did, didn't it?" His hand started moving faster, harder, as though to drive further emphasis to your question. "And now you're going to have to face the consequences."

You felt pressure building up in your abdomen, moaning as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into you, his thrusts hard and precise. You weren't even able to bring yourself to orgasm this fast, but with Jungkook it seemed like it was about to happen any minute.

Jungkook hovered over you, his face close as he finally let go of your wrists, slapping his palm against your mouth the dull your screams. "Shh, not so loud, sweetheart," he cooed patronizingly, a wicked grin on his face as he saw you struggle and whine, a third finger slipping inside, giving you a delicious burn from the stretch of the girthy digits. "Don't want to wake anyone with those slutty sounds, yeah? Those are all for me."

You were finally able to do as you wished with your hands, both wrapping around his forearm as you felt the muscles move and flex with every curl of his fingers, veins bulging beneath as he worked to get you to the finish line. You couldn't help but let your nails scratch along him a bit, overwhelmed with the onslaught of pleasure he brought. The sound of his palm repeatedly slapping against your wet sex was embarrassingly loud, and the movement of his fingers revealed how into this you were.

"Ah..." Your moan was muffled beneath his palm, but he undoubtedly felt the vibrations against his skin.

"You close? Gonna cum on my fingers already?" His smile was near sadistic as he watched you struggle beneath him. "C'mon, let go for me. So fucking desperate for it."

His thumb came up to dig against your clit, swiping against you as he fingered you to an orgasm. Your toes curled and your thighs quaked, your moan muffled through Jungkook's palm as you arched against the forest floor, bliss overtaking you. Jungkook watched your expression intently, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you unravel underneath him, eyes crossed and face flushed as you took what he gave you.

He slowed the pumping of his fingers, pulling them out and rubbing the digits against your clit again. You hated the feeling of being empty again, hips rising for his touch so he'd sink further into you again. Jungkook tsked, offering two more sharp slaps to your cunt to quell your disobedience. "I think you're all warmed up for me now."

He took his hand away from your face, shoving the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers down so his erection could spring free. Grabbing your hair, he forced your head to look down at his cock.

"Take a look, sweetheart. It's the dick you wanted so badly."

He gives your cunt one final, harsh smack before he's roughly shoving your legs apart again, knees glued to the grass beneath as he shuffles closer to you, his cock lying against your bare sex. You tried to gyrate against him, feel him harder against you, wondering if the orgasm he gave you would be enough for you to fit all of that inside. He was just as big as you had hoped and girthier than the three fingers that had already stretched you out so well.

Taking his cock in his hand, he slapped it against your pussy, teasing you further, letting you feel the heavy length that threatened to destroy you. He laughed when he saw the tears of frustration shine at the corner of your eyes. You tried to reach for him again, grab his cock and force it in you in one go, but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning them above you much like before. His face was inches from your own now, cocky and smug expression gleefully mocking your tearful, impatient one. "Are you gonna cry?" he questioned with a pout, sliding the cock head along your folds and teasing it against your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit, rubbing harshly to see your legs shake again. "Poor baby."

"Jungkook please just—" you sniffled, straining against his grasp. "C'mon, put it in, please?"

"Why should I, sweetheart, when you've been nothing but a bitchy little brat?" He emphasized his words with a few more harsh slaps, letting go of his cock to smack his palm against your wet folds, enjoying the way your hips jumped up against the ground, as though chasing his touch. He sneered as you sobbed, lower lip trembling. "What makes you think you deserve it?"

"Want it so bad. Worked so hard for it," you cried, lips trembling.

"Yeah?" He took his cock again, lightly pushing it against your entrance only a few centimeters, but still refusing to dive inside. "Gonna stop annoying me all the time? Trying to rile me up? Gonna be a good slut from now on?"

You nodded quickly. "Yes! Yes, I promise!"

He slowly shook his head, tongue digging into his cheek, tsking with disbelief. "Fucking liar."

With that he slowly pushed into you, watching your lips part into an 'o' and he sunk inch by inch into your wet heat, stretching you completely. You couldn't help the moans that escaped you, feeling him go deeper than you had ever experienced before, digging in and pressing against your cervix, right against your lower belly.

"Fuuuuck that's it." He emanated a dark growl from his chest, watching himself sink further into you. "Take it all. That's a good slut."

He finally stopped when his hips are flush with your ass, making you feel everything he had to offer. You felt so full. Never had you been filled so completely before, and the fact that it was Jeon Jungkook was almost enough to make you come undone all over again.

"Fuck, what a good pussy." He let go of your wrists, hands gripping beneath your knees and folding you in half as he pulled his hips back, giving shallow thrusts as he felt you take him. "So good for me sweetheart, shit. Look at you. So fucking pretty. Feel so fucking good for me. 'Course a brat like you gets this wet, fuck."

"You.. You..." You struggled to articulate words, gasping them out as you felt him drive into you, his thrusts getting longer and deeper as he pulled his hips back more, shoving his cock inside you harder to bury himself further into you. "You feel amazing."

He chuckled lowly, stooping over and connecting your lips once again, the kiss messy as he continued barreling his cock as deep inside as he could. "Yeah?" he breathed against you, the wet kissing sounds rivaling the sound of skin slapping against skin, and your wet pussy eagerly trying to swallow me deeper. "Live up to those— fuck— those dirty fantasies of yours, sweetheart?"

"Mmm," you moaned, nails clawing at his hoodie to pull him deeper. "Better."

He laughed at that, mouth fully taking over your own, forcing you to taste him as he reached one hand up to your throat, squeezing to choke you in a way that left you lightheaded. "You're better too, baby," he assured. "Never imagined you'd be this much of a slut for me."

You whimpered against his lips, grinding against him with every thrust, greedily swallowing each kiss and praying this moment would never end. You wanted to be glued against this forest floor with Jungkook forever, with only the trees and night air to hide you both. You tugged at his hoodie, bringing it up, letting your hands freely glide along the chiseled abs you had been obsessed over for years.

He rose, tugging it off quickly before diving back into you, not wasting a second to put his hand back on your throat and his lips back against yours. He wasn't letting you breathe for a second, wanting you lightheaded and dumb on his cock. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, swallowing every moan and grinding his pelvis against your clit, eager to make you cum again.

"You feel so fucking good baby," he groaned, tugging your tank top up and over your tits, kneading at the flesh beneath his fingers before leaning back and landing another slap on your clit. You squealed, your legs nearly kicking as he brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing hard circles. "C'mon, give me another. Be a good slut for me, c'mon. Cum on the dick you wanted so bad."

He drove you to the edge, making you cum so hard you practically see stars, your body trembling like a leaf as he pounded against you, stimulating every part of you. He leaned back down to swallow your cry, groaning against your mouth as he felt you clench and shake around him, your pitiful cries only driving him harder, faster against you. Unrelenting, like the punishment this was originally meant to be.

"Good girl," he moaned, head burying into your neck to littler kisses all over it, harsh sucks and nibbles to mark you along with the scrapes and bruises you undoubtedly acquired when he tackled you before. "Good f-fuuucking girl."

You buried your hands in his hair, curling your digits between the strands and tugging as he dug his hips against yours, cock nestled in as deep as it could go as he ground his hips against yours, pelvis practically glued against your clit. He pressed himself as closely as he could to you, and you hugged him closer, embracing the feeling of his smooth, bare skin beneath your finger tips. You felt so sensitive from the constant stimulation, tears springing to life again. He noticed, giving a small peck at the corner of one of your eyes.

"Sensitive baby? Need me to stop?"

"No," you tugged him closer, not wanting it to end. "Don't stop."

He laughed, melting into you, one arm still holding himself up above you by the elbow. He pressed his other hand down against your abdomen, "Want another then?"

You squirmed at the thought, and your reaction only made him more determined, pushing further against you and grinding as deep as he could go, feeling himself move inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot, refusing to give you a break as he ground against it, the bulge below your belly button showing exactly how deep he was inside you.

"You're so cute when you cry." He kissed the other tearful corner. "Come on, one more with me. You were so desperate for it earlier. Need to fucking ruin you like the brat you are, c'mon."

He pulled his hips back, heavy thrusts returning as you're forced to take what he gives, feeling the bulge protruding from your lower tummy against the palm of his hand. He kissed you messily again, his tongue casually dominating and sliding against yours smoothly and effortlessly, as though he had been kissing you for years. Like putting you in your place was simply second nature to him. You mewled into his mouth, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier as he got closer to finishing. His hand slid down your stomach and back to your clit, and he grinned against your lips as you squealed.

"Fucking pathetic. Desperate for this dick and can't even take it," he teased, panting against your mouth. "Giving up? Little pussy can't take it?"

"I can- I can take it."

"Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick again, sweetheart?" He looked at your fucked out expression, the concentration in your eyes as you look up at him pleadingly. "Cum for me now and maybe I'll fuck you again, how's that sound? Show me you deserve it."

You raked your nails down his bare back, feeling your third orgasm of the night overtake you. Jungkook can feel it, too, his digits on your sex getting as sloppy as his thrusts, trying to milk it out of you.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon, fuuuuck yes take it. Good fucking girl— fuck—" He felt you cum on his cock, thighs trembling, moan ringing out through the night, and it's enough to undo him. He pulled out, stroking himself and biting his lip as he came all over your twitching pussy, letting out a deep, gravelly moan at the sight of you covered in him.

He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you, as both of you caught your breaths, basking in the afterglow of what you had just done.

You held Jungkook in an embrace, feeling his heart rate slow as the minutes pass, his dick softening against your thigh, and the sudden awareness that the two of you were basically naked upon grass in the middle of the woods. The blades tickled at your sweaty back, but you didn't care, absentmindedly combing through Jungkook's hair. While your post-nut clarity was currently fantastic, you were unsure if he was having second thoughts.

Jungkook nuzzled his nose against you, buried in the crook of your neck as he took in a deep breath. Hiding his face from you, he grumbled the words into your skin. "Open the sketchbook."

Right. The sketchbook. The whole reason you had gotten into this predicament in the first place. The reason he had chased you down into the depths of the forest. You looked back to where you had dropped it, and Jungkook sat up and reached for it on your behalf, grabbing it and handing it to you.

You stared at him, confused for a moment. "I don't need to see it, really. You have your right to privacy. I shouldn't have taken it from you. It was a dick move. I was just trying to annoy you."

He laughed a little. "I know. Just open it."

You did as you were told, opening it up and thumbing through the pages. They were the same ones you had seen before. Some anime sketches, some doodles, some wildlife. It wasn't until you got to the final page he had drawn on. It was you. It wasn't finished yet, but it was undeniably a light sketch of you. You blinked, processing it, staring at the page and tracing your fingers lightly over the pencil strokes. Before what had just happened, happened, Jeon Jungkook was sketching you in his journal.

Jungkook let out a breath, as though he had been holding it the entire time you were flipping through the pages. "That's why I was so embarrassed. I didn't... I couldn't sleep. Couldn't get your face out of my head."

You locked eyes, yours wide, almost with disbelief. "Really?" You feel like all of the air had been knocked out of your lungs yet again.

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, as though nervous. "It's not done yet, or anything, but—"

"I love it," you blurted out, grabbing him and kissing him, pressing your lips firmly against his so there'd be no doubt. "Can I keep it?"

He chuckled. "Maybe when it's done. I've got no use for it now with the real thing."

You both share a smile at that, and you reached for the discarded clothes that had been strewn about, no doubt with dirt and grass stains now. "How far did we wander off? I really hope we didn't get lost."

"Nah, I remember the way back. C'mon." He pulled your shorts back up your legs, put back on his hoodie, and grabbed your hand, leading you back towards the cabin. You couldn't believe you were actually holding his hand, his large one engulfing your own, and you could feel how steady his heartbeat was through his palm. True to his words, you made it back home, and surprisingly he ended up falling into bed with you, though purely to sleep. And perhaps not to wake Taehyung.

He never gave you back your panties, though.

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"All right, everyone, let's get a move on! We've got an 8 hour car ride ahead of us and that's not even including the bathroom breaks I know Taehyung will need!" Yeri shouted, shoving her final bag into the trunk before slamming it shut.

"Excuse you, bitch. Everyone needs those bathroom breaks," Taehyung grumbled, yanking at the back door of the Sedan.

The side door to the back seats slid open, and you climb in to same seat you had been in on the way there. Instead of Jimin, though, the person who came to join you was Jungkook, offering a small smile as he approached. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Yes," you said, but yank your duffel to the floor so the seat was clear. "Sure a muscle pig like you can squeeze in here?"

"I have a talent for squeezing into tight spaces."

You blushed at that, causing Jungkook to laugh at your embarrassment, sitting down next to you. He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers and making your heart practically leap from your chest.

"Look at you, making the quips for once." You couldn't seem to wipe the grin of your face, and you knew before the end of the ride your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much. "Uno reverso, huh?"

"It's about time I did the chasing from now on," he grinned back, squeezing your hand.

Jimin sat down in the middle seat next to Taehyung, confused as to why Jungkook stole his seat. He turned to Taehyung, puzzled. "What happened with them?" he mouthed.

"I don't even know man. Whatever it is, it's about damn time."

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—tutor me | jjk

⟢ credit: @jung-koook gifs for the story | @hisunshiine banner

⟢ pairing: student!jungkook x tutor!reader

⟢ genre: smut + fluff | oneshot | college au

⟢ rating: 18+, nsfw 

⟢ warnings + kinks: library sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, marking, dirty talk, smluff 

⟢ word count: 1.5k+

⟢ author’s note: originally a smol drabble posted [Jul 12th, 2021 12:17:10am] because Jungkook does this to me! and as promised to my love, @lostandfoundinthebackofmymind, here is the full length oneshot of smut :) and for my @bangtanhome​ who was excited i had more, ily.

You don’t want to tutor him, but it’ll look amazing on your work resume, plus your professor promises to write a glowing recommendation if you can get the ONE student who’s failing Research & Statistics for Psych Analysis to pass the next test.

“Jungkook, are you paying attention?”

“Yup,” he nods. “I can’t look away…”

“Then what’s the answer?” you ask, pointing to the slope graph on the white board.

“Oh, I wasn’t paying attention to the math, babe. But that skirt you’re wearing…” His eyes trail your figure, a sexual desire burning through to your deepest parts.

Your cheeks warm.

“Jungkook, I’m begging you.” Your frustration with him grows & you plead for him to behave. The sexual tension continues to grow once he speaks.

“Babe, trust me. You’re not begging yet—but you will be.”

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—backstage (M) jjk

⟢ pairing: bts!jungkook x fan!reader

⟢ word count: 1k 

⟢ genre + warnings: nsfw 18+, brief mentions of the pandemic, explicit smut, kissing, unprotected sex, slightly rough wall sex, hickies, praise, cockwarming, creampie

⟢ summary: During the first fanmeet post-pandemic, Jungkook doesn’t want to take any moments for granted.

⟢ an: this came about because of Muster JK, who lives rent free, but we been knew. It originally was just the first paragraph and a video from muster on twitter, but readers begged me for more so here we are! if 2021 Muster JK fucked you up, can i get a “bonobono-yaaa~”?

Finally, after a long 2 years, the first fan meeting post pandemic was happening. Approaching Jungkook, you watched the way his gaze devoured you, tongue tracing his lips as he mentally tasted your sweet skin, thinking about how to ask to see you alone.

He had held hands with many fans, excited to see ARMY after so long and looking forward to the concert that would take place later that evening, but the moment that he lays eyes on you, his excitement grows and morphs into something… different.

The white pants barely hides his hardening length; the short summer dress you’re wearing riding up your thighs as you walk closer to him, album in hand, left just enough to the imagination that he wants to bring to reality. 

The way your skin glows, the smile that graces your face as you finally stand before him… It takes everything in Jungkook to refrain from making any noticeable movements or faces that could be captured by the crowd watching.

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 17/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hello my dear Army 💜 I really hope you are all healthy and feeling well 🙏🏻 So here's a new chapter for you 🥳 I have to be honest with you, first of all I'm very nervous that you liked this chapter, because it is full of events, (I have never written anything longer in my life, this chapter turned out to be 16,200+ words) and those who read to the end will be surprised, very surprised 🤭 Oh how I am excited 😬🥺 And secondly, It was very hard for me to write this chapter, because of the emotions I had to experience while writing it (I don't seem to be a very sensitive girl, but for some reason it happened to me 😅) so maybe the text may be oversaturated, or vice versa I poured a lot of water 😆 Anyway, leave me a small comment that I know how I did, do you like how l managed with the development of events and description of scenes! You know this is super important to me!!! 🥹🥰😘 By the way, there is a mention of vegetarians here. It's nothing special, it's just that my heroine is not a vegetarian, and if someone can be offended by my little dialog, I apologize immediately! I never want to offend anyone with my works!!! If you are a vegetarian and you are offended by that dialogue, just let it go by, or just don't read any further 🥺🥰 I sincerely love all my readers who quietly like, reblog, and those who comment 💗💜 You are my desire to write further ❤️‍🔥 Enjoy ✨

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Chapter 17. Fate, which destined

You don't remember how you got home. You walked through the crowd, ignoring the surprised looks of passers-by. Tears were in your eyes, and it was getting harder and harder to take one breath. Your legs carried you on autopilot. The pain in your chest never stopped, reminding you how much it hurt to lose everything in an instant.

The apartment door slammed behind you as you stepped inside. Trembling with rage, you kicked off your shoes, tossed your purse to the side, and slowly settled to the floor against the wall. Your chest felt empty and angry. It seemed like someone had put a sandbag on you: it was hard to even breathe. Your eyes were burning, swollen with tears that never stopped flowing. They were hot, burning your cheeks, but they did not wash away the inner pain.

The job you worked so hard for, your project... your chance... And everything is ruined. It all happened because of him. Because of Jungkook. Because of his selfishness and his own self-interest. You gave up so much time, effort, hope, and you were just thrown away like trash.

You barely got up and sat on the couch. You looked at one point, as if there was a sense there. But there was nothing in your head. Even the tears stopped, leaving only hot traces. You didn't want to move. You didn't want to think either. All you felt was unbearable pain that burned from the inside.

Some time passed, but you continued to sit and not move. There was a knock at the door, and you looked at it indifferently. The knock came again. And again, and again. You knew it was him, but you didn't care about him. To hell with Jungkook. To hell his deal, his promises, his entire existence.

You heard another hard knock on the door, and then his muffled voice.

"Open the door! I know you're in there!"

You were silent. Tears rolled down your face in a new wave, blurring the focus in your eyes.

"Y/N, open up! Please!" his voice became softer, almost pleading, "Let's talk... you're angry with me, but I'm asking you to listen to me."

You stood up from the couch and walked to the door on weak feet. Your eyebrows were drawn together, he couldn't see your angry expression, but you could have burned the door with that look.

"Get out!" you shouted, "I don't want to see you anymore! The deal is over! Do you hear me? IT'S OVER!"

Jungkook punched the door and you yelped.

"Open the door, damn it!" he bellowed. "Just... let's talk!"

"No!" you said firmly, "It's over! I don't want to talk to you! Just get out! Get out of my life!" you walked over and slammed your palm on the door too, wishing it was Jungkook, "I hate you! You ruined everything!"

You leaned back against the door and slid down, sobbing hard again. Jungkook was silent. He didn't hit the door anymore, and it even seemed as if he had left. But you heard his voice, calm, firm.

"I'm not leaving! I'll be here, until you open the damn door for me. I want to solve everything normally. No tantrums. No yelling. Just talk......" you heard a light knock - he sat down on the other side of the door. Right behind of you.

You cried even harder. Why can't he just leave? Why won't he let you go?

"I'll sit here," you heard behind the door, "You'll come out sooner or later. A day, two days, a week, I'm not going anywhere."

You closed your eyes. What do you need do? How do you get rid of him? Should you open the door and talk to him? Maybe then he will leave you alone?

But you don't want to see him. It will be painful for you to look at the face that was your lifeline, but now it will remind you that you have lost everything. But it looks like you need to get over yourself so that this can finally be over.

You slowly stood up. You touched the lock and opened it slowly. The door opened and you saw him. Jungkook was standing. Obviously he had gotten up when he heard you opening the door.

His eyes looked at you with undisguised pain. You looked at him angrily, almost hatefully.

Jungkook held his breath as he saw your red eyes, your mascara running, and your hateful gaze.

"Leave me alone. Just disappear. I don't need your excuses or any other words," you said colorlessly. Jungkook stood there, frozen. His heart was sinking when hearing your exhausted voice. He took a step forward and wrapped you in his arms. You walked a few steps away together and Jungkook stopped, holding you tightly.

You didn't have the strength to resist him. You just stood there with your arms down. Your lips touched his shoulder and you smelled his scent, the one you loved so much, the one that used to make you tremble inside, and now was tearing you apart.

You stood in an embrace for a long time and quietly. You could hear his heart pounding and knew that he could hear yours flying out.

"Let go," you whispered. Jungkook squeezed you tighter, letting you know he wouldn't.

"It's my fault," he said desperately, pressing his forehead against the spot between your neck and shoulder, "Everything that happened is because of me. So please let me make it right. I'll get you your place back in the company and make Kang Youngwon pay for what he did."

You exhaled, devastated, empty, languid, right into his shoulder.

"I've heard your promises before, they're worthless," you said without hiding your disappointment. Jungkook froze for a moment, and then leaned away from your shoulder and looked into your eyes, not letting go you from his embrace.

"I didn't know that this bastard would fired you. I thought we had time to work things out."

You smiled crookedly.

"No one knew, I didn't know I was fired either. And I wonder how much more I wouldn't have known if you hadn't wanted to wire me the money for your fucking agreement?" you shoved him away and moved away, not even paying attention to the open door. "Jungkook it’s over. Do you hear me? I don't want to talk to you anymore. Our agreement is off. You can go to hell, I don't need your help. I'm going to start from scratch. And I'm going to do it the way I always do - alone."

Jungkook wanted to say something, but you cut him off:

"You know, I've never relied on anyone. Never. I've done everything on my own. And I achieved it. But... for some reason I thought I could trust you. That was my biggest mistake. Because every time I think someone is going to stay, they leave. Over and above you used me."

"I didn't use you," Jungkook said sharply.

You froze. This rudeness was like a slap in the face. You just smiled crookedly and walked slowly toward him, tilting your head back to look into his eyes, which were angry as hell. When you stopped next to him, half a step away, it seemed to you that he filled the entire space around him. Jungkook bowed his head, drilling you with his gaze.

"You used me, offered me a deal, played on my nerves, made me adapt to you, fucked me because you could. But you did nothing for me instead. You didn't even lift a finger to keep me at work."

Jungkook's jaw clenched. His eyes darkened even more, like a storm before a downpour. You didn't know that he had already done more for you than you could have ever imagined. And he would do more. He will destroy everyone who has hurt you. Even if he is among them.

"I made sure that the media didn't write dirt about you..." he began, and he wanted to speak for your mother and his intentions to free Kang Yonwon, but you interrupted him again, hitting him in the chest with the back of your hand.

"Hero," you exclaimed mockingly, "How could I forget? You did do something after all. Only not for me, but for yourself," your smile disappeared and your face took on that same hateful look. His gaze became icy. "Get out, we no have agreement anymore."

Jungkook nervously touched the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"You can't just break it off!" he said firmly. You cocked your head to the side and smiled.

"Yes, I can. It's not on paper. And you're not my boss."

Jungkook was silent, staring at your face. Then he straightened up abruptly. He took a step back, but didn't turn away.

"Fine. If you're canceling the agreement... then I'm leaving," Jungkook says. You don't understand what he means by "I'm leaving."

"What?" your eyebrows twitch.

"I'll sell all my damn shares. I'm going to give up everything. I'll just disappear. Because if it's not you, they're forcing me to marry Sukhi. I will become a puppet. And I can't stand it."

You sighed, tired. You don't believe him. You don't want to. His words are like a play, another manipulation.

"How you dramatic..." you scoff. "You can easily find another stupid girl who will agree to play the role of your girlfriend for money. You'll fuck her without feelings and everything will be fine. Don't act like I'm so important to you."

Jungkook closed his eyes, barely able to contain his frustration. Fuck. You important. It's all about you. He doesn't want to lose you. And if you leave, there's no point in him continuing this whole fake relationship farce. You're important to him, but why is it so hard for him to say it out loud? Why can't he admit that he's in love with you?

"I don't want to look for someone else," he finally said, slowly walking up to you. His heart was pounding like crazy, and it seemed like it would jump out of his chest. He stopped too close to you. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to kiss you so damn much, but he knew he couldn't. He had to show you that he respected your space. "Kitten, I'm asking you to trust me one more time. One fucking time and I'll fix everything," he promises you desperately.

His words are quiet but piercing. Sincerity resounds in every syllable. Your soul cracks. Why do you want to believe again? Why not kick him out like you wanted? You shake your head. No. It's a trap. He's already failed you. He'll fail you again.

You have to think for yourself, for your grandmother, not for him. Don't think about how he'll live. It's his problem, not yours.

Jungkook touches your palm. Lightly. His fingers are hot. Yours are cold with worry.

"Make up your mind, kitten. Either we continue the deal, we go to Jeju, I fix everything with your work, I get your reputation back... or you refuse and I sell everything I have, disappear from your life forever. I will accept either decision."

You look at your intertwined fingers and listen to his words. What a manipulator. He has put the responsibility for his life on you. But will he do as he promises? If thinking about both cases? You look up at him and laugh softly. He's playing with you again, with your feelings.

"Manipulator," you whisper, barely audible. He does not answer.

Jungkook waits patiently for your answer. He's annoyed that you're laughing, but he knows you won't give up on him. Because you have feelings for him too. He knows that.

But you think differently. You are not thinking about your feelings for him at this moment. The only thought in your head is to give him a chance to fix everything. Because he is really the only one who can do it. You realize that you have to trust him again. But now everything will definitely be on your terms. Not his.

"Okay," you finally say. And Jungkook can't believe his ears. You take your hand away and back away a few steps. "But I agree on the condition that you fix it soon. I give you no more than a month. If you don't solve everything in a month, I will terminate our agreement completely. I need to see a guarantee of your words to play the role of your girlfriend. You: give me my job back, restore my reputation, and make Yongwon give me back the rights to the project which he stole. If you do all of this, I will play your girlfriend until Sukhi or her father breaks off the engagement. And as soon as they do, we end our agreement and you disappear from my life. Not even a single chance meeting. If you don't keep your promises this time, we'll say goodbye much faster."

You finish your long monologue and look at Jungkook, who looks darker than a storm cloud. His jaw is clenched and you can see his muscles playing.

"It's a deal," Jungkook says shortly and dryly. You nod in agreement.

"I'll go to Jeju with you, but I need time to get ready. About an hour," you say, just as dryly, "I'll text you when I'm ready."

Jungkook exhales heavily, and nods silently. He can't speak even if he wanted to. He is exhausted from this emotional war with you. He silently turns to leave, and at the door, your voice makes him stop.

"One more thing. We have new rules for the deal now," you say more briskly, with a bit of defiance. "Minimal physical contact. I will only allow you to touch me when necessary, not often. I'd like to eliminate kissing altogether, but that wouldn't be believable, so you can only kiss me when absolutely necessary, and very quickly. If I see you breaking these rules, I will throw a tantrum. Do you understand?"

"Y/N," your name comes out of his mouth harshly and threateningly.

"Did you hear me?" you ask again, harshly.

Jungkook is silent again. For a moment, you thought he was going to tell you to go to hell, but he holds back and only answers with a short answer:

"I’m heard you."

He turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. You look at the door and tears choke you again. You are crying out of despair and fatigue. You are tired of enduring the shit of this life.

You sit down on the couch and cry for a while. But you have to hurry. You have to calm down and clean yourself up so that Jungkook's friends don't notice your red eyes and your face, which is swollen with tears.

The charter flight to Jeju was scheduled for 8.00 p.m. - the late time allowed you to avoid unnecessary attention and the press. You arrived at the Icheon airport with Jungkook, but there had been silence between you for hours. The tension between you was almost tangible.

Jungkook parked the car, and you started walking to the terminal. You walked side by side, but didn't look at each other. The once familiar touching became impossible.

Jimin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung were already waiting for you in the VIP lounge, not alone, but with a new girl, not the one who was with him on the yacht. They introduced her as Haewon.

The boys greeted you with joy, and you responded with a strained smile, a downcast look, and a hoarse voice that was barely holding back from breaking.

Hewon shook your hand. When it was Jungkook's turn, she held her gaze on him. He didn't pay attention, continuing to talk with his friends, but you clearly noticed her appraising, overly attentive gaze.

You turned away, pretending to check something on your phone. Her presence irritated you for some unknown reason.

After a brief security check, you were escorted directly aboard the private jet. You and Jungkook boarded together, silently, without exchanging a word, although he looked at you several times as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

The cabin was luxurious: soft seats, warm lighting, champagne on a table by the window. Hoseok and Jimin immediately sat down by the window, already joking about something of their own. Namjoon made himself comfortable across from them. Taehyung and Haewon sat a little further away, closer to the tail. You sat next to Jungkook, just as you were supposed to: "fake love" was supposed to sit next to each other.

He gently put one hand on the armrest between you, the other holding his phone. Everything seemed normal. But you could feel him tense up when you accidentally touched him.

"So, are everyone ready for an adventure?" Jimin called out, refilling his champagne.

"Always," Taehyung replied, hugging Haewon, who was giggling too flirtatiously next to him.

The plane took off and everyone relaxed. There was laughter in the cabin, Jungkook's friends and himself were exchanging inside jokes and talking about business, and you were sitting in silence. You tried to smile when it was necessary, but you felt like you were redundant.

Haewon kept approaching you, deciding that you should become friends. She asked you if you flew often, and she looked over Jungkook as if she was looking for something. Her perfume-sickly sweet-stuck to your nose like an intrusive advertisement.

After a while, Jungkook stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he said briefly.

You didn't answer. You sat staring out the window. It wasn't long before you saw Haewon accidentally bump into Jungkook as she exited the same part of the plane. She lost her balance and he gently grabbed her elbow to stop her from falling.

You pretended not to see anything. But inside you felt a stab of jealousy. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Jungkook had walked toward Jimin and Hoseok, and at that very moment, Namjoon had sat down on the seat in front of you.

"Hey," he called to you softly, but you still jumped, not expecting him to appear. He smiled sweetly at you and you could see the dimples in his cheeks.

"Hey," you said, just as quietly and with a smile, looking out the window. You could only see the clouds and the sun painting them golden pink. It was a breathtaking sight, but you didn't care.

"Are you okay? You look exhausted," Namjoon said. You glanced at him briefly and forced yourself to keep a smile on your lips.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired after work."

Namjoon studied your face for a few seconds and then assumed.

"You haven't been crying, have you? Your eyes are red."

You looked at him sharply, slanting your gaze. Again, he was being too attentive to you. He even noticed that your eyes were red.

"I work on the computer a lot and wake up early, so my eyes might be red." You said kindly, not to offend Namjoon, even though his questions were annoying you.

"Oh, I misunderstood, as usual, I'm sorry." He bowed guiltily, and you smiled wider.

"It's okay, don't worry. I've noticed you've been paying attention since the first time we met," you said. Namjoon pressed his lips into a thin line and looked away for a moment.

"Yes, this is my most characteristic trait. I can be overly attentive and meticulous," he said with a smile on his lips. "So get ready to put up with me for the next three days."

You laughed, not loudly, but it caught Jungkook's attention. You were listening to Namjoon telling you about the schedule for Jeju, not noticing Jungkook's attentive gaze. He dropped Jimin that he wanted to go sit down and walked decisively toward the seats where you and Namjoon were.

Jungkook had the same feeling inside as he had on the yacht. Namjoon was right there by your side when Jungkook walked away.

His gaze found yours as he approached. You locked eyes, and you looked away as if you hadn't noticed. Namjoon stood up as Jungkook approached.

"Oh, Jungkook-ah, I tried my best to cheer up your girlfriend, but she's too tired. You need to did something to help her relax," he said encouragingly and walked away, patting Jungkook on the shoulder.

Jungkook sat down next to you and leaned in, very close. But you had already turned away from him. You felt his warm breath on your ear and your insides fluttered.

"We need to do something," he whispered. "If everyone notices that we're not talking, they'll be suspicious. They'll think we've had a fight. Should I take your hand? Or... you could lay on my shoulder."

You looked at him coldly. Let him go hold Hewon's hand if he's so concerned about what others think. You opened your mouth to spit out something scathing, but... held back. You wouldn't win anything by doing so.

Instead, you smiled. You leaned down and kissed him on the lips, barely touching. Briefly, quickly. And then you gently leaned your head against his shoulder.

Jungkook froze. His heart sped up, his breath hitched, and somewhere deep down he cursed everything that prevented him from kissing you sincerely right now. His lips still remembered your touch, and he wanted more. And not just for the "role".

You were lying on his shoulder, looking out the window.

"Now no one will think?!" you whispered angrily, not looking at him.

He leaned his head against yours, hugging you. You looked like a couple. Jungkook wanted you to do this not by force, but by choice. You sat quietly, not speaking, and each of you felt tense, as if on pins and needles.

After a long, and not entirely calm flight personal for you, your feet finally touched the warm asphalt of the island. You could already feel the light humidity of the ocean in the air.

Three black, stylish SUVs were waiting at the terminal exit. The seating arrangements had been arranged in advance: you and Jungkook in the first car. Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon in the second. Taehyung and Haewon in the third.

Jungkook opened the door for you without saying a word. You had barely spoken on the plane, and now you were silent too. You sat down, looking ahead, and stared at the lights of Jeju at night.

It would take about forty minutes to get to the villa where you would all spend the next three days, the navigator showed. Jungkook often got calls from manager Lee, and he would talk to him briefly. You tried not to listen to the conversation, focusing your attention on the radio playing softly in the salon, but you still unconsciously caught fragments of the manager's sentences, "...they came to see her today...", "...the debt is 4.5 million won...", "when should I transfer the money?".

You felt very tired. You wanted to rest, finally, because today had been a total disaster. You glanced over at Jungkook, who was giving some quality advice to the manager Lee about company’s business, and you thought that you were likely to share a room with him. You had to accept it, even though deep down you didn't mind at all.

You turn to the window, looking at the landscape around you. For a moment, you thought about how wonderful this trip would have been if you hadn't known you were fired. Maybe Jungkook should have kept quiet? Yes. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, and you would have believed until the end that you would be returned to work.

The car slowly ascended the illuminated path, and when you rounded the next bend, you saw a majestic villa overlooking the ocean, you involuntarily took a deep breath.

The building had a futuristic architecture with open terraces, cascading staircases, and a fire installation in the middle of the courtyard. There were palm trees and ornamental shrubs all around, and behind the house was a huge swimming pool with a transparent edge, beyond which stretched the evening ocean in the purple glow of the sunset.

When you went inside, the impression only intensified. Light marble, wooden accents, soft warm lighting. The villa looked expensive and luxurious.

Your room with Jungkook was large, with access to a terrace overlooking the pool and the ocean. A private bath in white and gold, a walk-in closet, a TV, two armchairs... and only one bed.

You should have told Jungkook right away that you would not share the bed with them.

Jungkook walked over to the bed, putting his phone and car keys on the bedside table.

"I'm not going to share a bed with you," you said, standing behind him near one of the chairs. Jungkook froze for a second when he heard your words. You expected him to act like a gentleman, to say something like, "Of course I'll sleep on the floor," but he gave you a half-turn.

"If you want, you can sleep anywhere. The house is huge," and he sat down on the bed, take his phone in hands.

You froze, mouth agape. He wasn't even trying to be polite. Sensing the silence, Jungkook looked at you sideways and barely contained his smile - your confusion amused him.

"Are you serious, Jeon?" you asked, irritated. He shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn't said anything wrong.

"Absolutely," Jungkook said without looking up from the phone. "You can go downstairs, sleep on the couch, or try to find another room." He locked the phone and nodded it to the bed. He stood up and slowly walked over to you. Your heart was pounding in your throat. "Or you can just sleep here, in the same bed as me. That way it will be better, and no one will ask any questions."

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you." you repeated, almost spitting out each word.

His gaze slid over your eyes, your lips... He wanted to kiss you - very much. But he held back. He will wait. He will wait until you give in.

Jungkook touched his piercing with his tongue and noticed you steal a glance at his lips. He didn't even have to speak. Just make you want to.

"Then sleep on the floor," he said mockingly. You choked on your indignation. Your eyes glowed with anger, and Jungkook remembered that glint that had always challenged him. It was like you were back to being those enemy neighbors again, but there was a much bigger story between you.

"How about sleeping on the floor himself, gentleman?" you asked sarcastically. Jungkook smiled out of the corner of his mouth. No, he won't be a gentleman. He'll make you lie down next to him.

"No. Why should I? I paid a ton of money for this villa, and definitely not to sleep on the floor. If you’re so scared of me, then sleep on the floor yourself," he said.

You didn't know what annoyed you more - his words or the way he said them so calmly. As if it was not you, but he who had the right to be angry. As if you had ruined something, not the other way around.

"I'm not afraid of you, I just don't want to be around you if it not necessary," you said rudely. Jungkook was caught by your words, even though he was sure you were lying.

"Sleep wherever you want," he said in an indifferent tone, taking a step away. "But I'm on the bed." And he walked away. Jungkook went to the bathroom without saying a word. You exhaled a long breath and felt your head hurt. You left your things unpacked and went to the first floor for a change of scenery.

You found Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok in the living room. Jimin had just told you that dinner was almost ready and offered you a glass of white wine. You nodded without hesitation.

He handed you the glass and you sat down next to Namjoon, who was trying to tune the TV, joking with Hoseok from time to time. Jimin took a armchair nearby, his gaze repeatedly sliding in your direction, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

"Where's Jungkook-ah?"

You took a sip of your sweet wine and answered kindly.

"Taking a shower."

Jimin nodded and downed his glass. It seemed like he still wanted to keep the conversation going. You were embarrassed.

"We're having beef khanu for dinner, you eat meat, don't you?" he suddenly exclaimed, "I'm so inconsiderate, I should have asked Jungkook, in case you're a vegetarian," Jimin said. You smiled.

"Oh, I love beef, so it's okay."

"Ugh..." Jimin put his hand to his heart theatrically. "I'm already feeling guilty." You laughed shyly at Jimin.

"Please, it's okay. Even if I didn't eat meat, I could get over it," you answered, trying not to show how hard this lightness was really coming to you.

Jimin smiled. He took a sip of his wine without taking his eyes off you.

"I should have been more careful! And to prevent this from happening again, tell me you're not eating."

The conversation with Jimin got so interesting that you didn't even notice Namjoon moving closer, making some room for Hoseok. He suddenly leaned closer to you, pressing the remote a little more to find the right channel. You were close enough that you could feel the warmth of his hand on the couch, right next to you.

You looked at the TV screen as you continued to talk to Jimin. With a peripheral glance, you noticed Jungkook walk into the living room. He was wearing white shorts and a similarly white loose t-shirt that was see-through so you could see his body.

He looked relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on you. And then on the glass of wine in your hand. And how close you were sitting to Namjoon.

Jungkook silently took his glass, poured red wine, and sat down... across from Jimin. His gaze slid between you and Namjoon, and you could feel it in your skin. Jimin told Jungkook that he hadn't asked him about your food preferences, and he just smiled and threw in a curt "uh-huh". You could feel everyone's eyes on the two of you from time to time. It was obvious that everyone was noticing the tension between you and Jungkook.

You thought about getting up and walking over to Jungkook, sitting down next to him, showing all that everything was fine between you two. But at the same moment, Namjoon spoke up loudly, and he abandoned his attempt to adjust the TV and looked at his phone:

"By the way! ‘EON Creative’, a subsidiary of ‘Jeon Group’, won the Seoul Creative Awards 2025. Jungkook-ah, did you see it?"

You froze, and I could feel everything inside you tighten. You reflexively looked at Jungkook, whose eyes were already fixed on you. Your heart sank, and you remembered how horrible today had been.

"Yeah, I know," Jungkook said shortly, looking away from you. You looked down at the glass you were holding and the desire to play the role of his girlfriend disappeared.

"The project is strong," Namjoon praised you without knowing it, "An interesting approach. Natural cosmetics are a real trend. The author of the project knew exactly how to hook the audience."

No one noticed that your hand trembled a little. The wine glass shook, but you quickly pretended to turn it over in your fingers. The taste of the drink didn't matter anymore, it just burned your throat like a memory of the events of the day.

You could feel Jungkook looking at you, studying your behavior, but you stubbornly didn't look at him. You looked up at Namjoon and noticed him reading the article about your project's victory. The others quickly lost interest in the news, but not him.

"It says here that the idea is inspired by own experience," Namjoon leaned slightly towards you, noticing that you were looking at his phone.

"Yes, women trust personal stories. This was the key to the victory of this project, and tradition and environmental friendliness also played a big role. The audience is now very sensitive to naturalness, ecology, and ethics. The idea of combining traditional Korean recipes with a modern approach to marketing is a good one," you said softly.

"Yes, this is what works in today's market. Everyone wants something natural and for little money. I think this product will be very popular among all women." You glanced at Namjoon and a momentary peace of mind settled in your soul. How nice that he praised your work so much, noticing the subtleties you were trying to convey with your product. Namjoon is really attentive.

"It would be a great reward for whoever created this product," you said quietly and a little sadly. Namjoon looked at you. No more than a second, but you could tell he was studying your tone and expression. You smiled quickly so as not to give away any other emotions.

Namjoon tilted his head slightly to the side, looking at you with a slight smile.

"You sound like you... know the author of this project."

You froze, feeling something inside you shrink again. You turned back to your glass, inhaling deeply so as not to give yourself away.

"I just know what it's like when you work so hard, and it's obvious that someone has put a lot of effort into this project," you shrugged, trying not to meet his eyes.

"You're right..." Namjoon said as he turned away, and at the same moment, Taehyung and Haewon came into the living room, saying that dinner was ready and they were waiting for them.

Everyone started moving towards the backyard where there was a beautiful spacious terrace overlooking the evening ocean. At first you walked in front of Namjoon, but for a moment you were behind him.

When you stepped out onto the terrace, you felt an arm around your waist. Jungkook was unnoticed by you. He wanted to hold you close, but you removed his arm a little roughly, making sure no one could see you. Jungkook froze after you, and you quickly walk away to the others.

You really didn't want him to touch you right now. Because your nerves were on edge. You might cry or yell at him again. So he better not touch you today.

You sat down at the table next to Namjoon. There was one empty seat on your left, which was supposed to be Jungkook's. You didn't watch him sit down, but you could feel how tense he was. At one point, when Jimin was trying to pour wine for everyone, you glanced over at him. His eyebrows were slightly drawn together, and his lips were under the torture of his teeth. You could tell he was angry, but you didn't care. You were the one who should be angry.

Dinner was delicious and a few glasses relaxed your nerves. You spent most of the time talking to Namjoon. Your conversation with him was a defense against a nervous breakdown. You talked, laughed, discussed the latest advertising cases, new market trends, and even somehow easily touched on the topic of working in Japan.

Jungkook sat next to you and hardly paid attention to you. He ate and talked with Jimin most of the time. You sometimes turned to him, and you even made eye contact a few times, you were the first to look away.

"Tomorrow we're going fishing!" Taehyung announced, his eyes sparkling. "For tuna! Can you imagine if we catch one? I wish Jin could come with us, he could give his soul to God just to catch one."

"Yes!" echoed Jimin, "We'll catch one tomorrow and dedicate it to him. We'll send him a photo to make him envy!"

Everyone liked Jimin's joke and decided to do just that. Later, they discussed that in addition to fishing, they would be able to go scuba diving to see the reef and swim in the ocean. And if someone wants to, they can order water scooters and organize races on the water.

After midnight, you and Jungkook went into your room in silence.

He rushed to check something on his phone without even looking at you. You went to the bathroom without saying a word.

Hot water hugged your body, washing away the fatigue but not the pain. You slowly put on a light pajama, braided your hair, and came out.

The room was quiet. Empty.

Jungkook was gone.

You slowly laid down on the bed, wrapped in a blanket. You lay there for a long time, looking at the ceiling. No tears came - you were too devastated to cry. Another twenty minutes passed, maybe half an hour. The door opened quietly.

He came in, quietly.

He took off his T-shirt and shorts. You saw his back out of the corner of your eye - tense, like the situation between you. He lay down next to you, turning away.

The distance between you was no more than an arm's length, but it seemed to you that there was a real gap between you.

You opened your eyes and didn't realize where you were for a moment. A few seconds passed before your gaze settled on Jungkook's face. He was lying next to you, facing you, breathing peacefully in his sleep. The distance between you was quite small-not close, but enough to see the line of his jaw, his thick eyelashes that barely moved, and the dark lock of hair that fell over his forehead. It looked like he had accidentally moved closer in his sleep.

You looked at him as if for the first time. His features were calm, soft... and so beautiful. In the dream, he seemed completely defenseless, even gentle. And it was at moments like this that your heart rose to your throat again.

You had no right to look like that. You had no right to feel what was raging inside. And at the same time, you couldn't help yourself.

You wanted to touch him, but you restrained yourself. If not for yesterday's quarrel, you could be lying in his arms right now. His touch... it would always be something your skin would remember, even if you wanted to forget.

Suddenly, he pressed his lips together slightly - that tiny, almost invisible movement that you found infinitely cute. His eyes barely moved under his eyelids, and you suddenly had a terrible urge to find out what he was dreaming about.

Yesterday's emotions had burned out, and now, looking at his beautiful face, you realize that you are no longer as angry with him as you were yesterday.

Even now you realize that you did the right thing to give him a chance to fix everything. You hear his pleading voice saying "I'll fix it" and in your head he sounds even more sincere, that you heard him yesterday.

And that's what tore you in half.

Because you knew you liked him. More than you should. More than you can.

But he shouldn't be in your life. Not after everything.

What you had with him, did it was real? You're smart, right? You have to realise that it’s not. You just... allowed yourself to feel more than you should. You fell in love with the moments, with his touch, with his voice, and with his eyes when they looked only at you.

You squeezed the blanket with your fingers. You made up your mind: from now on, you would play the role of his girlfriend faithfully. To be able to feel his warmth a little more. Just a little more touch. Just a little bit of being close. And you would not allow yourself to believe anymore. And then, when the time comes, you will let him go. Mentally you hit yourself, you have to admit to yourself that it will be hard. Might you never let him go completely.

You got up carefully so as not to wake him up and got out of bed. You tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. In the shower, you stood under the warm water for a long time, trying to wash away the confusion of thoughts, images, and... feelings.

The day began sunny. After breakfast, everyone went to the yacht - a luxurious, snow-white yacht with a spacious deck and everything you could wish for an unforgettable vacation. The sea sparkled, and a light breeze brought the scent of salt and sun.

Everyone was in a good mood - at least it seemed so from the outside. You laughed at Jimin's jokes, took pictures of seagulls flying by with Hoseok, and listened to Namjoon tell you something interesting about the depths of the ocean. Jungkook was next to you, but you noticed he kept his distance.

When you said something, he answered briefly, forcing himself to smile. When you took his hand, his fingers kept to slip out of your, and when you decided to hug him a few times, he didn't even hug you back.

You were annoyed by this. As soon as you tried to improve the situation between you, he ruined everything. So if he doesn't want to touch you, then let it be. You didn't try to be near him anymore, and in the afternoon the company on the yacht split into two camps. You were with Namjoon and Hoseok, and Jungkook was with Taehyung, Jimin, and... Haewon.

You couldn't help but notice how she laughed at his jokes, sometimes standing very close to him, her hand accidentally touching his shoulder as she pointed to something on the horizon. Nothing too explicit, but your stomach would clench.

And he... he did nothing to stop it.

So you decided that instead of spoiling your nerves, you should at least enjoy your vacation. You went scuba diving with Namjoon and Hoseok, exploring the coral reefs, colorful and vibrant, like a cartoon. Hosok was joking a lot underwater, Namjoon was showing you something, and you were laughing even though no one could hear you. It was fun, really fun. But somewhere at the bottom of your heart, something else was boiling - disappointment, resentment, jealousy. And a desire for him, Jungkook, to finally do something.

But he didn't. He just watched. You felt his gaze on you again and again. When you laughed with Namjoon. When you grabbed Hosok's hand in the water. When you took off your goggles after diving and wiped the drops from your eyelashes.

But what was the point?

When the sun started to set, you went to admire the sunset. You wanted to take some photos, but your solitude didn't last long. Namjoon came over and handed you a glass of cold champagne.

"Thank you," you said and took a few sips.

"Taehyung said twenty more minutes and then we'll go home. Looks like the tuna dinner is postponed," Namjoon said with a smile, taking a sip of his champagne.

"They didn't catch any all day?" you asked ironically. Namjoon looked at you with a sly look.

"Jimin complained to me that “we scared the fish away with our scuba gear”."

You laughed, but you were outraged that Jimin had blamed you, Namjoon, and Hoseok for their failure.

"A bad craftsman blames the tools," you said ironically, and Namjoon burst out laughing, your expression making it even funnier.

You joked a little more, saying how such rich people didn't think to hire a diver to hook the tuna on their hooks. Then there was silence-not tense, but rather pleasantly calm.

"Is everything okay with you and Jungkook?" he suddenly asked. You felt a sense of déjà vu-this scene had happened before: the yacht, Namjoon, and the same question. You smiled without looking up.

"Yes, everything is fine. We're on vacation, and even in a relationship, sometimes you need a break from each other. We're together all the time, so it's enough that we share a room," you lie and are surprised at how easily it comes out of your mouth.

"You've two barely spoken since we met you in airport. And today you spent the whole day with me, I'm starting to get nervous that he'll think I have plans for you," Namjoon said, smiling.

You flinched a little... and at that moment, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, slide down to your stomach, and lock you in a hug. Jungkook's chest was pressed against your back. When you wanted to look back, he leaned down and touched his lips to your temple.

"Do you?" his voice vibrated right on your skin.

Namjoon - to his credit - did not flinch. He just slowly turned to Jungkook and smiled broadly.

"Of course not. What belongs to my little brother belongs to him alone."

Jungkook looked at him with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only a silent warning: ‘she is mine’. And Namjoon realized that.

"Oh, come on, Namjoon. It’s not like I’m going to be jealous of my girl because of you. I’m glad you two had a good talk. Seems like you’ve got a lot in common," Jungkook said gently.

But you felt a twinge of unease, knowing it wasn't true. It was obvious that Jungkook was jealous. And what hurt even more was that he had been avoiding you all day, and now he suddenly mentioned your "relationship" to mark you in front of Namjoon.

"I had to make sure," Namjoon said with a wink at Jungkook. Jungkook winked back and leaned into you. You felt his lips on your neck, his wet mark and his hot breath. Your heart was already racing at his closeness, and the fact that he kissed you in front of Namjoon made it almost explode.

"Jungkook…" you whispered awkwardly, hinting at the presence of his friend. But you knew he did it on purpose to show that you were his.

It worked, and Namjoon realized that he had to leave you two alone. He stepped away from the railing, cleared his throat and said:

"I'm going to go check if the tuna got caught on Taehyung's hook by accident."

You smiled, and Jungkook mumbled "uh-huh" over your head, still holding you in own arms. But as soon as Namjoon disappeared from view, he let you go. He took a step back, stood next to you... he didn't even look in your direction. You felt a wave of irritation.

"Decided to remember that I exist?" you couldn't help but ask. Jungkook turned his head to you, stared for a long few seconds, and then turned away indifferently.

"I decided to remind you that I exist," he said coldly. You immediately started shaking, but you tried to control your body. To do this, you grabbed the railing.

"You've been ignoring me all day..." you began indignantly, but he interrupted without even turning around.

"And you decided to find solace in Namjoon?"

You almost choked on your indignation. Your jaw clenched so tightly that it hurt.

"I wasn't looking for solace. I was just resting and talking to your friends. We're here so everyone will believe we're a couple," you said angrily but quietly so no one would hear you. Jungkook turned to you and smiled cheekily.

"Yeah, you had a good conversation. If I hadn't come over, maybe he would have already hugged you to keep you warm," he said, and you wanted to hit him.

"Is that why you came over? To pretend… that I’m yours… You kiss me in front of him like a dog marking his territory?!"

Jungkook straightened up sharply and took a step toward you, a storm in his eyes.

"You are mine, I don't need to pretend," he said with authority, towering over you. Your heart skipped a beat and your legs barely held you up, and you were happy to have held onto the rail all this time. His confidence pierced you to the bone. He said it as if you really belonged only to him. But you didn't. You're not his. And he is not yours.

"I'm not yours," you said, and the words cut through your ears. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something when an enthusiastic shout suddenly rang out over the deck:

"YES! HE CATCHED A TUNA!" It was Haewon, who was almost jumping for joy, and Taehyung, proudly holding his fishing rod, waving his hands to show the size of the fish. You both turned to shout, and then Jungkook gave you a quick glance and walked around to the happy Taehyung who was holding his well-deserved reward for the day.

Everyone was exhausted after a day spent actively on the water and the yacht. The ride back passed in silence. But it wasn’t fatigue that kept you quiet. And it wasn’t fatigue that lived in the silence between you and Jungkook. You sat next to each other in the car, but neither of you spoke after the small argument on the yacht.

He didn’t say a word even when you got back home. And when you entered the room to change and take a shower, the silence between you seemed to grow even thicker. He disappeared into the bathroom first, you followed after. When you came out of the shower, Jungkook was no longer in the room. You went downstairs and followed the sound of voices to the terrace.

The whole group had gathered around the table. The staff serving your villa were busy preparing dishes and the tuna Taehyung had caught. Jungkook stood not far from the table, talking with Hoseok and Jimin. The three of them were laughing hard at something. Your gaze lingered on Jungkook’s laughing face, and then you made your way to the table. You knew he’d noticed your presence, but just like the entire day, he stubbornly ignored you. And it was driving you mad.

You sat in the same seat you had yesterday at dinner next to Namjoon. Whether on purpose or not, you couldn’t tell anymore. You knew Jungkook was jealous of Namjoon, but you needed company to ease the tension he had created. Namjoon was the only one among them with whom you felt most comfortable.

When dinner was ready, everyone sat down. Jungkook sat next to you, but he didn’t seem as cold as he had been a few minutes earlier when you arrived. He pulled his chair closer to yours, so close his knee almost touched yours. You caught him staring at you often, but now it was you who ignored him. What was happening between you two was bothering you deeply, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak about it. You thought that if you reached out again, he would turn away.

He silently handed you a plate, poured you some wine, and then placed his hand on the back of your chair the touch was subtle, but it consumed you the whole evening. And yet, it wasn’t enough. Not enough to forget how he ignored you. Not enough to ignore his behavior. So, you drank. A sip then another. And another. You laughed louder at Namjoon’s jokes, leaned in closer when you were discussing something, and acted like you didn’t notice Jungkook’s eyes darkening with every minute.

As the evening slowly scattered the group around different parts of the yard someone went to the pool, someone went to get more wine Namjoon stood up, apologizing that he had to take a call, and walked toward the firepit. You were left alone with Jungkook. He kept eating, and you, casting a quick glance at him, poured yourself more wine — half a glass. You drank it in one go. And reached to pour more.

Jungkook silently leaned in and took the glass from your hand.

"Give it back," you said, your eyes flashing with irritation.

"You’ve had enough," he replied shortly. "Everyone’s already noticed how hard you’re trying to get drunk."

"I don’t care what they think. Give me my glass," you snapped. He didn’t say a word, just looked straight into your eyes, then turned away.

That was the last straw. You leaned in closer and hissed in his face:

"Who the hell do you think you are to decide how much I can drink?!"

He slowly turned back. Your faces were almost touching.

"I’m your boyfriend. That’s why I get to decide how much you drink," he said in a low voice that sent chills down your spine.

For a moment, you froze at his words and the tone he used. But then, regaining yourself quickly, you laughed right in his face.

"Fake boyfriend. So you don’t get to decide anything," you said loudly and turned away. Jungkook quickly glanced around to make sure no one was nearby.

"Do you even hear yourself right now?" he asked, leaning in close, his voice threatening. You just gave him a side glance and reached for the wine bottle.

He grabbed your wrist sharply and pulled you to your feet.

"Come."

"Let go!" you shouted, trying to break free. You didn’t care about the curious stares now directed your way. But Jungkook didn’t seem to hear, dragging you toward the house. As soon as you entered, you almost bumped into Jimin coming out of the kitchen.

"Where are you two going?" he asked in surprise.

"We’ll be right back," Jungkook muttered and didn’t stop, dragging you farther despite your protests. His grip was strong, like he had broken off a chain.

Once you entered the room, he finally let go and slammed the door shut.

"What the hell are you doing?" his voice was angry. You froze, a bit stunned.

"What I’m doing?" you asked, confused.

"Shit! You’ve been driving me insane all day. Hanging around Namjoon, making my head explode, and now you’re running your mouth. What if someone heard you call me a fake boyfriend?! Do you even think with your head?" Jungkook was nearly shouting. You had never seen him this angry. But his words lit a fire in you twice as strong. You were ready to explode.

"Are you out of your mind?" you raised your voice. "You ignored me the whole day, acted like words cost money, and now you’re throwing accusations at me?!"

Jungkook looked into your eyes, and there was fire burning in them.

"You did it on purpose. You wanted me to be jealous," he snapped.

You froze again, your mouth slightly open. You didn’t mean to make him jealous the truth was, Namjoon had just been the closest one to you at the time.

"You’re insane! I wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I was just talking to someone. And if you’re jealous, that’s your problem. We’re not a real couple," you said, your voice growing quieter. After a short pause, you added, remembering how he called you his on the yacht, "And I don’t belong to you. So keep your emotions to yourself."

Jungkook stepped closer, and you had to force yourself not to back away.

"You’ve really driven me crazy, Y/N," he said, stopping very close. You hadn’t even noticed how your breathing had quickened. "I’m fucking jealous of you like hell. I’m jealous of everything. Even the air you breathe if it’s not in my lungs."

Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach clenched. You were shocked by the honesty in his words… and terrified by how you reacted to them. Because the truth was you liked hearing that. You were glad he cared. But you had to keep your dignity, so you made your voice as indifferent as you could.

"Be as jealous as you want, but you need to know that it’s over between us. Just the deal and only if you can handle it within a month."

You tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your elbow and pushed you against the wall, pinning you with his body. You expected to hit your head from the sudden movement, but his hand was there, behind your head, softening the impact.

Jungkook leaned in so close, there was almost no space left between you.

"You’re testing my patience, kitten. And if you don’t want me to be jealous—stay away from Namjoon. I’ll allow you to greet and say goodbye from a distance. That’s it."

You stared at his lips, felt the heat of his body, and realized how much you missed this. You wanted to kiss him, but his words snapped you back.

"What do you mean you allow me? Are you out of your mind? I’m not your damn pet!" you said sharply, your eyes locking with his. His gaze wasn’t angry anymore it was hungry.

Jungkook ran his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, never looking away from you. His eyes burned, but the fire was no longer rage — it was desire. Deep and raw, the kind that had built up for far too long. He leaned closer, but stopped just a breath away from your lips.

"Maybe you’re not my pet…" he whispered, his breath hot against your mouth, "…but you’re mine."

Your back pressed against the wall, your breathing uneven, your heart pounding so loud it felt like he could hear it. You wanted to say something cutting anything, but your tongue betrayed you. So you said nothing. Neither did he. Just the sound of your heavy breathing filled the space between you.

Jungkook inhaled the scent of your perfume, the same one that had messed with his head since the first night. His fingers slid down from your arm, brushing your waist, then your buttocks and stopped. He squeezed it, hard enough for you to feel how much he was holding back.

"Don’t tell me you don’t feel this…" His voice was rough, thick with pain and desire. "Don’t tell me you’re not drawn to me."

You tried to smile. Defiantly. And not completely successfully. Because there was too much truth in your eyes.

"I…" you began, but your tongue tangled again. Because he leaned in closer and touched your nose with the tip of his. Softly. Almost gently.

"Lie to me and I’ll kiss you," he whispered, and you couldn’t hold it you laughed, nervously, hotly. And in the same moment, he pressed you harder and stole your breath with a kiss.

It wasn’t the kiss of a jealous boyfriend. It was the kiss of a man who was tired of holding back. Hot, dominant, merciless. His tongue slid between your lips, demanding, exploring, tempting. You didn’t resist. Finally you answered just the same. With fury, passion, the hunger you had been building up for so long.

His lips moved to your neck. And even though everything inside you screamed that it shouldn’t happen, your body had already betrayed your mind. You grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

"I hate when you do that…" you whispered, breathless, "…when you say I’m yours, like you have the right."

"I do," he muttered back, not lifting his mouth from your skin.

His hands confidently slid over your thighs, your ass, pressing you into his groin. Your hearts were pounding wildly his in his chest, yours in your throat.

Jungkook lifted his head and met your gaze. His eyes no longer showed anger, or pain, or control. Only desire.

He pushed off the wall, grabbed your thighs, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, gripping his shirt uncontrollably.

Jungkook carried you to the dresser standing nearby and sat you down on it. You sat, but immediately felt, he had no intention of stopping. His hands went up your legs, spreading them without ceremony. In his eyes gleamed such hungry determination that you reached for him yourself for his collar, his neck, for those lips that had just taken your breath away. You didn’t want to resist anymore. You couldn’t.

His fingers slipped under your light summer dress, the one you picked for dinner, and now you were glad you didn’t wear too much clothes. Your skin flamed from his shameless, bold touch between your legs. He didn’t ask for permission. Because he already knew the answer. Because he felt how your body trembled under his hands.

"Mine. And from now on you need to understand that clearly," he said, his bass vibrating against your neck, then left marks like ownership signs.

"Kook…" you called him. And his insides fluttered. He loved it when you called him that. Jungkook slid a finger inside you, fucking you with it. He leaned toward your lips, and you could feel his hot breath.

Your wetness and moans aroused him to the maximum. He kissed you desperately and passionately, showing you that you would never be enough for him.

You moaned into his mouth, enjoying the kisses and his fingers between your legs. But was it enough for you? Absolutely not.

You ran your fingers down the side of his T-shirt, grabbing the edge and pulling it up, signaling him to take it off. Jungkook obeyed, pulling his fingers out of you at the same moment and in one deft motion, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfect torso with your favorite tattoos.

You looked at him greedily, and he couldn't stay away from you for long, so he came up and joined your lips in another kiss.

His kiss was even hotter, even deeper, like a fire that could not be extinguished. Jungkook bit into your lips as if he wanted to leave a mark on them. His hands never stopped exploring you as if it was the first time and the last time at the same time. He took off your dress, throwing it haphazardly on the floor somewhere.

You were left in your bra and thong, which blocked his view of your most private parts.

He pulled away from you for just a moment to remove the belt from his jeans. His gaze slid down your body and he could barely contain himself when he saw how beautiful you were for him.

"Fuck... You don't even know what you're doing to me..." he muttered, his voice sounding desperate mixed with desire.

Your fingers slid over his chest, down to his stomach, and when you touched the waistband of his jeans, Jungkook held his breath. You opened his jeans and pulled them down to the top of his thighs, leaving his boxers on. You pulled him to you and kissed him, filling his mouth with your tongue first. Your free hand went under his boxers. Your palm found his hard cock. You touched your finger to the head of his cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum. At your touch, Jungkook's cock twitched.

You heard him letting go your buttocks and pull down your boxers so you could better move your hand around his cock.

When Jungkook pulled them down, his cock lay easily in your hand, and you jerked him off without breaking the absolutely crazy, hungry kiss. Jungkook moaned into your mouth, and you adored those sounds. His moaning is the sexiest thing in the world.

His moans under your touch made you tremble even more than his tongue. His breathing was getting deeper, heavier, and when your palm came away, Jungkook rested his forehead on your shoulder, gripping your waist as if that would hold back what was coming from inside.

"You don't have the fucking right to do this so well..." he breathed out, pressing even closer, gritting his teeth to keep from breaking down too soon.

But you wanted him to snap. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to forget about everything but you. And you were already losing your head.

He pushed back a little, just to look at you, his eyes half closed, but glistening with excitement, with the fierce tension between you. His hand touched your neck again, went down to your chest, brazenly pulled off your bra, freeing your breasts, which he immediately grabbed with his hot palm, hard, rough, just as you wanted.

He smacked his lips against your nipple, his tongue and teeth forcing you to clutch at his hand even harder.

"Kook... please..." you moaned, unable to hold back or play at self-control any longer. He looked at you with a wild glint in his eye, as if he had already lost touch with reality.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, breathing heavily. You stopped the hand holding his cock in your hand.

"Yes," you said firmly as he looked into your eyes, "Fuck me," your voice was hoarse, broken, you were burning up inside. And this time you didn't hide it.

Jungkook smiled triumphantly. His fingers rubbed your buttocks, pulling you closer to him. He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist again. You could feel his aroused cock pressing against your pussy through the fabric of your underwear.

Jungkook carried you over to the bed and laid you on it. You squeezed your legs together, raising yourself up on your elbows to watch him quickly remove the rest of his clothes. When he was completely naked, he reached into your underwear, also wanting you to be completely naked as soon as possible.

You looked at his face, illuminated only by the street lights, and couldn't stop thinking how beautiful he was in your eyes. You were afraid that you had already fallen in love with him. You were scared that it could happen and you didn't know what to do about it.

But Jungkook didn't give you time to think about it. His hands tore the last piece of cloth off you, and Jungkook hovered over you, pausing for a moment. He stared at your face-at all its lines, at those half-open lips, the dilated pupils, the sparkle in your eyes.

"You're too beautiful..." he whispered and kissed you, this time softly, as an antonym to what had just happened. As if he was apologizing. As if he was proving that he would do anything for you.

His palm ran up the inside of your thigh while the other was already wrapped around his hard flesh. And then he spread your legs wider.

"Look at me," he said. And when you looked up, he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance and eagerly, somewhat abruptly entered you, wanting to be inside as soon as possible.

You arched your back and squeezed his shoulders, moaning too loudly. He filled you completely, deeply, greedily, as if he was searching for something long lost in you.

Jungkook froze inside for a second, feeling every millimeter. And you felt his hands begin to tremble. He looked you in the eyes, not blinking, not hiding.

"Don't even think about pushing me away anymore. I can't live without you," he breathed out. Your stomach filled with thousands of butterflies, and you couldn't hold back the emotion of that moment.

Jungkook started to move. At first, slowly, rhythmically, concentrated, as if he was studying you from the inside. He saw your tears and it was driving him crazy. You felt every movement, it was nice, and your tears intensified any feelings that were just tearing you up inside.

Jungkook stopped for a moment and leaned down to hug you, putting his elbows on the sides of your face. He leaned over and licked one of your tears away and you almost suffocated from that. When he did, he immediately kissed you under the eye, as if to erase the traces of tears.

You ran your fingernails over the skin on his back, and he brought his lips closer to yours.

"I never want to see your tears again. Only tears of happiness," he whispered.

You smiled and a new batch of tears spilled uncontrollably from your eyes and you confessed:

"They are tears of happiness."

Jungkook gave a push with his hips and you felt euphoric.

"Then why are they so bitter?" he asked. But he didn't let you answer, because he started moving, lifting your hips higher so that he could go as deep as possible.

You stopped crying, replacing your tears with moans of pleasure. Your hips were lifting themselves to meet him. You wanted more. Faster. Deeper.

And he gave it to you. His moved quickened. Wilder, hungrier. His body slammed into you, shattering all vestiges of sanity.

He grabbed your arms, pinned you to the bed, covering your face with kisses. His moans sounded in your ears, mingling with yours.

"So hot... so tight..." he murmured, kissing your neck, chest, lips, and didn't stop.

And when you felt your orgasm coming, he plunged deep into you and stayed there, as if he knew it was going to happen.

"Kook..." you didn't know what you wanted to say. But he heard you. And he responded - with his body. With his movement. With everything.

The orgasm hit you like a storm. You screamed, clutching him, biting his shoulder, losing control. And he-he couldn't stand it either. He came out of you in the last seconds, spilling onto your stomach. His heavy breathing echoed in your ears. He held himself up in his arms, above you, trembling. You could see his heart beating furiously against his chest, just like yours.

Jungkook finally calmed down and just laid on top of you, and you almost screamed as you felt his cum spreading between your bodies.

"Jungkook!" you protested, but he didn't answer your protests. He leaned down and kissed you gently, enjoying your lips.

When he was satisfied, he parted your lips.

"Don't make me jealous of you," he said seriously. You raised your eyebrows.

"I didn't make you jealous. If you don't want another man to make me laugh or spend a lot of time with me, don't ignore me," you argued.

"I had to give you some space. You didn't want to be closer to me if it not necessary," he said, using your words. Again.

You rolled your eyes, looking away, but felt him grab your cheeks, turning your head toward him.

"Don't roll your beautiful eyes at me here. I always do everything for you."

You looked at him and realized this only now. In fact, everything he does was as you asked, but more often than not, it ended up being the way he wanted it. You smiled between the cheeks he squeezed with his fingers. He smiled back and kissed you. You responded willingly.

Jungkook got off you and sat down next to you. You wanted to wash off the sticky cum on your stomach as soon as possible.

"Let's go take a shower and go down to the others. I think they're waiting for us." Jungkook got out of bed and picked you up, which made you suddenly scream. And without letting you take a step, he carried you into the bathroom.

The next day was a day of pleasure. After a stormy night that blurred the lines between desire and feelings, you woke up in Jungkook's arms. He silently kissed the top of your head, as if recognizing that something had changed. You didn't talk about the "agreement". You pretended that everything was back to normal, but you could feel this slight tension between you.

Saturday's activities were similar to yesterday's. You spent almost half a day on the yacht. You swam, jumped off the deck, competed to see who could stay underwater the longest, and then laid on the deck chairs, drank cold wine, and talked about everything but work. Today, Jungkook didn't leave your side a single step. You were constantly holding hands, hugging, and even kissing when you thought no one was looking.

When you returned to the villa around six in the evening to change for the evening and the restaurant, Jungkook became nervous. You came out of the bathroom and saw him talking on the phone on the terrace. Jungkook came into the room and you saw that he was breathing rapidly and his expression was irritated, even angry. But when you asked him what was wrong, he just brushed it off lightly, kissed you on the lips, and went to the bathroom.

So when everyone was ready, you went to an expensive restaurant overlooking the ocean. You rented the whole terrace so that no one would disturb you. It was illuminated by the soft light of lanterns that reflected in the waves. Tables with snow-white tablecloths, elegant jazz that was barely audible from the speakers. You sat for a long, long time. You talked, laughed, drank expensive wine and something stronger. You toasted friendship, freedom, and love that happens unexpectedly.

It was after two in the morning when Taehyung, walking around the terrace with a glass in his hand, came across an advertising poster. His eyes sparkled, and his voice sounded too happy:

"Wedding on the beach? Open around the clock?! Who wants to get married?!"

But everyone was scattered around the terrace, and Taehyung called out to everyone, staggering slightly on his feet. You all came together to examine the advertisement for a beach wedding ceremony.

"It’s like the ones in Las Vegas," Namjoon said, moving closer to read the text. But he almost couldn’t because the letters were blurry in his eyes from the alcohol.

"It's obvious who needs to be married," Jimin suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked at him in unison, not realizing who he was talking about. You were standing in Jungkook's arms, and if it weren't for his hands, you might have fallen. The world was turning upside down in your eyes, and you couldn't think straight at all.

"Who?" you asked for everyone. Jimin looked surprised, but being drunk, it was funny.

"You and Jungkook," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You laughed, as did Jungkook.

"Married?" you giggled, and then continued to laugh, "If the media finds out, I'll be hated even more on the Internet. Have you seen what they wrote when they found out about our relationship?" everyone started to reassure you that who cares what the netizens think, the main thing is the love between you. When the voices quieted down a bit, Jungkook held you close, kissing your neck.

"I will find anyone who says a word against you. And I will make them pay. Expensively." he promised. You laughed again, thinking that this man wanted to try do something impossible.

Hoseok quietly covered his face with his hands:

"God... they are the sweetest. I'm about to cry. You guys are perfect."

Taehyung jumped to the waiter:

"Order a ceremony on the beach! We want to marry these two young people!"

Without further ado, the waiter told him that the administrator was in charge of organizing the ceremony. The guy Taehyung asked said he would call him right away.

A few minutes later, the administrator came up to you and asked who to order the ceremony for, and whether you needed a dress, a suit, and rings.

"Order me the most expensive things. A dress for my fiancée, a suit for me, and the most expensive rings, I'll pay for everything." Jungkook spoke slowly so that his every word could be understood. You laughed at his seriousness and his desire to show off that he had the money, and his friends supported him with whistles and applause.

The receptionist clarified a few more questions and said she would be there when the ceremony arrived at the beach.

Forty minutes later, a mobile wedding ceremony arrived — just like in Las Vegas, with all the entourage: an arch, flowers, music, and even an improvised "marriage officiant." Haewon was dragging you into the room to change. You could hardly stand, you were laughing, you almost fell several times, but Haewon held your hand, helped you with the dress, saying seriously:

"You're going to be such a beautiful bride."

She put on you an off-the-shoulder silk dress with a lace back and thin sequins that sparkled in the light of the garlands. You were barefoot, with ankle bracelets like a sea goddess. Haewon gently fixed your hair and handed you a bouquet of white lily.

You didn't even realize what was happening around you. But this fake wedding was a fun adventure. If you had drunk one less bottle of wine, you would never have agreed to get married, even a fake one.

You were escorted to the arch by Hoseok, the oldest among you, serious and touched.

Jungkook stood swaying slightly, his hands behind his back, in a black and white suit made of thin fabric, without a tie, but with the top button of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly tousled, his eyes black and serious.

When you approached, you giggled and whispered:

"You’re an incredibly handsome groom."

Jungkook pulled you against him, gripping your waist and burning your ear with his hot breath.

"It’s so hot in this," he said. You laughed, covering your mouth. "But you’re much more hot in that white dress. Fuck, I have the most beautiful bride in the world. I can’t wait to take that dress off you… And you’ll remember our first wedding night for the rest of your life."

You laughed again, feeling a wave of excitement.

You had to pull away from each other because the music started and the master of ceremonies spoke:

"We are gathered on this starry night to witness the union of two hearts - free, wild, and... a little drunk."

There was laughter behind you, and you and Jungkook laughed at the joke.

"Before, you will belong to each other, take these rings as a symbol of your eternal love and say the vows that you will carry through your lives. Speak sincerely, as your soul feels. Confess your innermost feelings and promise only what you can fulfill."

You were given wedding rings and you took each other's rings.

"Please, the groom first," the master of ceremonies invited.

Jungkook smiled, took your hand and his, held the ring to your finger, and said:

"I promise to be the one who will hold you on your worst days... and undress you on your best. You are my weakness. And you are my strength. From today, I am yours. All of me. No strings attached. Without fear." He slowly put the ring on his finger, and even in the state of alcohol intoxication, you felt your heart ache, and a wave of incomprehensible emotions burst out.

You lifted his hand and looking into his black eyes, which were shining with alcohol, said your promise:

"I promise not to disappear, even if I'm afraid. I promise to be your home when the world is against us. And if everything goes wrong tomorrow, I will still be with you." You also put the ring on his hand and he squeezed your fingers, not taking his loving gaze off you.

The voice from the other side was almost inaudible to you:

"You have just promised each other to be real. It's not an accident - it's your choice. By mutual consent... I now pronounce you husband and wife! Put your signatures on the certificate."

You put your signatures on the electronic wedding certificate (a kind of souvenir, but it looked like a real one) and the master of ceremonies invited you to kiss to seal the marriage.

Everyone around you shouted with joy and you and Jungkook kissed. You felt him confidently hugging you around the waist, his lips capturing you in a deep, long, loving kiss.

And then you had to celebrate the wedding! Dancing on the sand, toast after toast, music, kisses, laughter... At about five in the morning, you returned to the villa, barely able to stand.

Jungkook took you in his arms like a real man, carrying you carefully, as if you were a fragile work of art. He stopped at the door of the room and asked:

"Are you ready for our wedding night, my wife?"

"Let's see what you're capable of, in this state of mind, my husband."

Jungkook smiled slyly. He will prove to you that alcohol is not an obstacle for him to love you well.

The door closed behind you. The room was immersed in warm, dim light, and the sound of the sea waves crashing on the shore could be heard from the open window, as if to soothe you. Your body still remembered the dancing on the sand, the champagne and his touch... but now everything was calm. Almost holy.

Jungkook put you on your feet, but didn't let go. His hands remained on your waist, big and warm. You were wearing a white dress, tattered, a little exhausted from laughing and wine, but his eyes were as if he were seeing an angel.

"You are my wife..." he whispered, his lips barely touching your forehead.

"And you're my husband..." you smiled, inhaling the scent of his skin, perfume, and salt sea.

He took off your earrings, carefully, gently. His fingers slid to your shoulders and slowly moved the straps of your dress. It slipped down, leaving you almost naked, wearing only lace underwear. He ran his fingers over your collarbone, slowly, wanting to memorize it.

"You're so beautiful..." Jungkook breathed out.

He pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath mingled with yours, and his breathing quickened. At first he kissed you gently, respectfully. But there was something more in that kiss, something urgent. His lips became hungry, demanding, and his arms tightened around your body.

He picked you up again and laid you down on the bed, kissing your neck, chest, stomach...

Jungkook took off his jacket and shirt and grabbed your underwear. He took off your panties with pleasure and put them to his nose. He breathed in your scent, kissed them, and just threw them on the floor. You smiled in embarrassment, and a sly smile played in his eyes.

Jungkook leaned down and kissed you, filling your mouth with his tongue, but it felt like he was filling every cell in your body.

Jungkook moved from his lips to your neck, his kisses moved to your breasts, which he paid due attention to, kissing each one in turn. And then he went down to your spread legs, licking own lips.

His gaze was hellishly hot. He stood between your thighs and ran his fingers from your knee to the inside of your thigh, causing goosebumps all over your body. Jungkook's lips finally touched your pussy, lightly, almost innocently at first. And then... deeper, bolder. His tongue moved confidently, rhythmically, as if he knew all your desires before you did.

He savored you completely, greedily, as if he had been starving for years. He was focused, as if it was the most important thing in the world. And for him, it really was. Your pleasure was his victory.

"That's it, kitten..." he whispered, "give me more. It's so good..."

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging at it as a wave of pleasure began to wash over you. You moved your hips, but Jungkook stopped you by squeezing them tighter. He continued to lick your clit, and when he felt you were close, he pressed down, sucking your center completely.

Your body arched to meet him. You clutched the sheets, unable to hold back your moan. Jungkook didn't stop until your legs trembled, until you cried out his name like a prayer. Only then did he stand up, lick his lips as if savoring you, and smile in a way that ignited an even greater fire in you.

He didn't even bother to to undress completely his clothes to fuck you. Jungkook leaned in again, kissing you so deeply that you felt every nerve in your body tense. His fingers slid over your hips, your stomach, and when you whispered, "Please..." he paused, looking straight into your eyes.

"Beg your husband better, kitten," he said slyly.

"Please, Kook, I need you," you begged, breathing fast. Jungkook looked at you for a moment, then got off the bed and shed his tight pants and boxers.

His big, hard cock was erect. All you wanted when you saw him was for him to enter you. This desire made the moisture between your legs stand out more abundantly.

Jungkook crawled over, opened your legs, and put the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. He ran it up and down and you moaned at the blissful sensation.

"Come in," you begged, realizing that that was not enough.

"Beg for more kitten, I love hearing that," he continued to drive his tip until you felt the orgasm between your legs building again.

"Fuck..." you got out. "Kook... just fucking come in inside me," you couldn't stop yourself.

Jungkook smiled, low, husky, almost mocking. He did it a few more times, then took his cock away from your folds and leaned against the entrance. He lifted your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and entered you with one sharp and painful jerk, making you scream.

Jungkook froze, closing his eyes, barely holding back from the tightness of your pussy. Fuck, it's always so tight in here, like he's never been here before. Jungkook put his knees against your buttocks, lifting you up a little higher. He kissed your ankle and made a slow, careful movement. You raised your eyebrows, feeling both pleasure and pain at the same time.

His moan merged with yours. He began to move and his movements became more confident, rhythmic. He held your hips, pulled in and out again, each time causing a wave of pleasure in you.

"Yes... more, please..." you whispered, and he granted your request — faster, deeper, on the verge of euphoria. He held you close to him, as if he wanted to merge with you into a single whole.

And then he abruptly pulled out of you. You managed to get up, surprised, but he was already turning you on your side. One leg remained on the bed, the other he held and lifted. His cock was at your entrance again - and again a sharp, deep thrust.

"That's it... Hear that? That's the sound of our wedding night, kitten..." he growled, holding your hip and breast at the same time. You could feel him filling you completely, your body shuddering with every stroke of his hips. And the sinful sounds of your sex excited your whole being.

You moaned and held onto his hand until he stopped again.

"Do you want more?" whispers Jungkook, licking your shoulder.

"Yes..." you gasped, barely breathing.

"Then get down on all fours for your man, angel."

Your body obediently moved to a new position - on your knees, your hands resting on the bed. You felt his hands spreading your buttocks, and he stood behind you again. Now it was even deeper, even rougher, and it made your lips fly off:

"Fuck... that feels so good."

You moaned loudly, your head and hands resting on the sheet. He moved fast, hard, catching a rhythm that made the bed shake and your breath get lost among your moans. His hips hit your buttocks with a dull sound, and you could do nothing more than accept him - your man - completely, every thrust, every sigh.

Jungkook leaned down, biting your shoulder, and then straightened up again, watching you tremble beneath him.

"Ready again?" his voice was husky, excited.

"No..." you said, "Please let me cum," you begged.

"Not yet, kitten, I haven't had enough," he said, starting to move sharply and deeply inside you. You gripped the sheet tighter, biting your lip to keep from screaming more loud, because the windows and the door to the terrace were open.

His hand went down to touch your clit, stimulating you along with his deep thrusts. Your orgasm began to build stronger than ever.

"Kook...!" you exclaimed, shaking your whole body as you came. You moaned out a long groan, but even then he didn't stop. While you were shuddering in post-orgasmic convulsions, he pulled out and turned you back onto your back again.

"One more time... the last time. I want to look into your eyes when you cum with me."

He entered you slowly, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them against his body, and then began to move with wild passion. He squeezed you, his hands on your body, pushed his cock deep inside you, reaching your uterus, and you almost went crazy.

"Enough," you moaned. You pressed your hands against his sweaty body. But he didn't hear you, he was ruthlessly fucking you with his cock as if he wasn't tired at all. It was too much for you. "Kook... I can't... Stop," you begged.

"Not long yet," he said breathlessly. But you really couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop," you screamed. Jungkook stopped without leaving your side. You were both breathing heavily. You could barely keep your eyes open. He looked at you for a moment and then leaned down, taking your air from your lungs. His tongue entered your mouth, and you couldn't help but respond to this greedy kiss. It was as if Jungkook had really gone crazy. You had never had such intense sex and you had already cum twice, you wanted him to cum as soon as possible.

Jungkook straightened up, and he didn't leave you. You gasped for air as if you were forced to be underwater and for breath. He touched your breasts, squeezing them. You felt him twitching inside you.

"Kook, do you have a conscience?" you asked exhausted.

"Not when it comes to you — no," he said with a smile as he lowered himself onto you. He propped up your buttocks with one leg and straightened the other, penetrating as deeply as he could, and you felt him get harder, stretching your walls more. Jungkook filled the entire space, leaning down to your lips. "Did you rest, my love?"

You almost fainted from the nickname, so it sounded more special this time.

"I..." you wanted to say that you were not ready, you didn’t rest, but he touched your lips, kissing them quickly, and at the end he even bit them.

"I've been waiting patiently. Can I keep moving now?" he asked, and you didn't close your eyes, enjoying his voice.

"Okay..." you let him, and your words are followed by a push that knocks the air out of your lungs. Then there's another, and another. Jungkook slides his hand under your knee, spreading your legs wider to make it easier to fuck you.

Now that he was holding you so wide, you felt completely open, vulnerable, but at the same time belonging only to him. His gaze was dark, wild, hungry, and each new thrust pierced you to the very core.

"Fuck, that feels so good... Take me to the last, my love," he wheezed, pressing into you to the last millimeter. His sweaty, hot body pressed against yours, and you felt your insides begin to contract again. The orgasm was building, burning everything inside you, and you couldn't speak anymore, only moaning, calling out his name over and over again.

"Kook... Kook... please..."

"I know, I can feel it..." he whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek. His strokes became deeper, faster, each stroke as if memorized by your body. "Come for me, my love... I want you to come looking into my eyes."

His fingers were back on your clit, pressing gently, teasing. You arched your back, pressing into the mattress, and your vision went dark for a moment as your orgasm washed over you in a powerful wave. Your body clenched as if you'd dissolved into it completely.

Jungkook groaned, feeling your convulsions around him. His movements became uncontrollable, deep, and last.

"Fuck... me too...cum…" he breathed out, pressing into you once more, tightly, brutally. And at that very moment, he released himself too, his body trembling, his chest heaving, and a moan escaping from the depths of his throat.

He stayed inside you for a moment longer, lying on top of you, and holding himself with his hands so as not to crush you with his weight. Your bodies trembled in unison - tired, satisfied, tangled in the sheets and in each other.

Jungkook lifted his head with effort and smiled, seeing that he had just destroyed you.

"This is usually where brides and grooms declare their love," he joked. You couldn't even say a word or smile. Fatigue completely filled your body. Jungkook leaned down to your ear. His lips touched your lobe and he whispered. "I think I'm really in love."

You barely opened your eyes. You couldn't fully comprehend what he had just said.

"You can't..." you whispered, hugging his strong body.

"I can," he said, firmly. "I have for a long time," he admitted.

"Kook..." you whispered. Your mind was confused, you were very tired, and you just wanted to fall asleep.

Jungkook came out of you. He gently put you under the covers and sat down next to you.

"Sleep, wifey, we'll talk about everything in the morning."

You closed your eyes, steadying your breathing, and then fell asleep after some time you even didn’t hearing him pull you closer.

You forced your eyes open, and immediately squinted against the sunlight that was coming through the curtains. You slowly felt Jungkook's body hugging you from behind, his warm breath touching your shoulder. But at the same time, you felt a sharp pain in your head, like after a very long, noisy night. You moved and Jungkook moved behind you, sensing that you were awake. He groaned in pain, his head hurt too.

You lifted your arm to open the sheet, because the room was hot. But Jungkook didn't want you to move, because then his head would hurt more. He put his hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers so that you wouldn't move. But suddenly he felt a wedding ring on your finger.

He lifted your palm and you both froze looking at your hands. You both had rings.

"What that?" Jungkook wheezed somewhere near your ear.

"Wedding rings," you said, just as low, not recognizing your own voice. Jungkook let go of your hand and stared at his wedding ring. You turned to him, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"Why are we wearing wedding rings?" he asked, completely oblivious. You lay stretched, covering your face with your hand. Your pulse was pounding in your temples, and the pain made it impossible to think straight. But fragments of the night were in your head. You was able to remember the ceremony on the beach.

"I think it's those beach ceremonies," you said without opening your face. "Like in Las Vegas, like a fake wedding," you recalled Namjoon saying.

Jungkook looked at you and then smiled slyly.

"So we're married," he said, and you took your hand away from your eyes, seeing that he was smiling slyly.

"Gosh," you grumble, sitting up straight and covering your bare chest with a sheet, "It's a good thing this isn't a real wedding, or it would have been a disaster."

Jungkook pinches your ass and you hiss, turning to him. He laughs.

"I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you," he says defiantly. You tap him lightly on the abs, which makes him tense.

"Shut up, Jeon. Don't touch me, my head is falling apart." you complain to him. He put his hand on your back and began to stroke it soothingly.

"I have a headache too, don't scream so much kitten," he said and suddenly his phone vibrated somewhere on the floor. Jungkook stood up, not even covering himself, and you saw his erect cock and yelled at him to put on his underwear. Jungkook joked that it would be better if you helped him calm down, but you ducked under the covers, hiding.

Jungkook put on his boxers and found the phone that was ringing and almost on the last ring, he picked up the phone.

"Yes?" he answered Manager Lee, who turned out to be calling.

"Hello Jungkook-nim," he greeted.

"Hi," Jungkook replied briefly as he sat down next to you. He found your foot under the blanket and began to stroke it.

"A question," Lee said.

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed.

"Jungkook-nim, why did you get married without telling me?"

Jungkook froze, and you froze, too, with horror in your eyes. Jungkook turned his face to you and you looked at each other in fright.

"Today I came to work and received the mail at the reception. I was sorting through the letters and found a marriage certificate, with Han Y/N. It's registered with the Jeju City Administration."

Jungkook couldn't say a word, and neither could you. You both froze, looking at each other, and even the painful headache and fatigue receded, giving way to panic.

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List of smut prompts

“So how do you want me to fuck you?”

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”

A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.” 

“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”

“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”

“Can I… can I touch you?”

“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” 

“Can I— can I please touch myself?”

“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.” 

“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”

“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”

“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.” 

A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips. 

“Mine. All mine.”

“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

“I love getting to know you like this.” 

“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.” 

“Is this okay?” 

“How much do you want this?”

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” 

“Shh, just a little more…” 

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Say please.” 

“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”

“Tell me how you want me.”

Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words. 

“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.” 

“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”  

“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”

“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.” 

“Need/want you in me.”

“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Not so fast, bun.” 

“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”  

“Want your fingers in me.” 

“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?” 

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Tell me how you like/want/need it.” 

“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”

It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine. 

“Rough or gentle?” 

“Fuck, look at you right now…”

“You’re really messing with my head here.”

“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”

“Wanna feel you against me.”

“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”

“Clothes on or clothes off?” 

“All yours. Only yours.”

“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?” 

“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”

“I want you to say my name like that again.” 

“Aren’t you desperate?” 

“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”

“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?” 

“Patience, love. We’re getting there.” 

“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”

“Be good for me.” 

“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?” 

“You like that, don’t you?” 

“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”

“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.” 

“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.” 

“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.” 

“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.” 

“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”

“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.” 

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?” 

“Please let me come.” 

“I-I promise I’ll be good.” 

“How are you feeling?” 

“God, you feel so good around me.” 

“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”

“You good?”

“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”

“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.” 

“You wanna take control?”

“Let me ride you.”

“Behave.” 

“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.” 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.” 

“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”

“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” 

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”

“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?” 

“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.” 

A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” 

“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?” 

“How do you want me to touch you?” 

“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.” 

Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans. 

“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?” 

“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?” 

In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.” 

“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.” 

“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?” 

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” 

“Lift your hips up for me.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”

“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.” 

“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”

“I want to be the one fucking you this time.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”

“I think you’d look even better under me.” 

“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.” 

“Want you to ruin me.” 

“Do whatever you want with me.” 

“Just sit on my fucking face already.” 

“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”

“What did I just say?”

“You feel so fucking good in me.” 

“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.” 

“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”

“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.” 

“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

“Let me make you feel good this time?” 

“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.” 

“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.” 

“Let’s take it back to my place.”

“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”

“Turn around.” 

“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.” 

“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.” 

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.” 

“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”

“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.” 

Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long. 

“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.” 

“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” 

“No one does it like you.”

“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.” 

“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.” 

“Need a hand?” 

“Aww, how eager can you get?” 

“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.” 

“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?” 

“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”

“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”

“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”

“You’d sound so good begging for it.”

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” 

“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”

“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.” 

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.” 

[bts-ruu]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 16/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: My dear Army, hi 🥰🥺 I wrote a new chapter to you and I want to say it turned out to be emotional 🥺 I was writing it and thinking all the time, did I was not cruel to my heroine, but then I thought she has to go through pain to get her biggest reward in the future 🥹🙏🏻 I even cried at the end 😭😄 Tell me, is it normal for an author to cry from her own work? 🤭 So I look forward to your feedback! You know I'm really looking forward to them and appreciate every comment 😭💘 Enjoy ✨🥰

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Chapter 16. Fate, which mocks

You couldn't relax. Jungkook who just finished talking on the phone, sat to your left, leaning back. One of his hands confidently held the leather steering wheel, the other rested calmly on the gear lever.

You stole glances at him several times a minute. He looked calm, even a little thoughtful, while your mind was raging. As soon as you thought back to the morning's events-the way his fingers had squeezed your breasts, the way the belt had whipped your buttocks, the way his voice had murmured low in your ear-you felt the familiar throbbing between your thighs.

You clenched your knees.

"God. Think of something else. Anything."

You turned your gaze to the window, trying to calm down, looking at the stream of cars that crawled along the road with his black Mercedes. It was Sunday morning, but Seoul is always crowded, always bustling.

You didn't notice Jungkook give you a brief but intense glance. His eyes slid over your image - a tight cream skirt, a white blouse, fingers tightly clutching the strap of your bag, and those lips of yours that you kept biting.

He sighed slightly and gripped the steering wheel tighter. His thoughts were far from innocent. He still felt like he had the taste of your skin on his tongue.

"You look like you're on your way to confess to high treason," Jungkook joked quietly, slyly peering out from under his eyelashes. You turned your head sharply at him when you heard his voice.

"I... um..." you trailed off. In fact, you were more worried about the morning's sex than about the work itself. Though the thought of going back to work after all that was really scary. "I'm a little... nervous," you said, looking down and fixing your hair. "I feel like I haven't been to work in forever."

"You don't have to worry, you're good at your job and you'll do even better this time," he said gently. "So relax. Don't look like you've killed someone... or done something much worse."

Your face instantly flushed.

"Don't start," you muttered.

"Don't start what?" Jungkook replied with feigned innocence, but there was a familiar sparkle in his eyes. "I didn't say anything at all."

"But you thought!" you complained, swallowing a wave of new memories of how well he had done you this morning. You glanced down at his lips and looked back up at the road.

"How can I not think about you?" he asked rhetorically. You cleared your throat, trying to calm the chaos inside you.

"Like thinking, only the other way around," you said seriously. Jungkook laughed softly. Luckily for you, he got a call and for most of the rest of the trip, you drove listening to him another talk business.

When you reached the ʼEON Creativeʼ headquarters, Jungkook slowed down smoothly, stopping at the entrance. You clutched your purse.

"Thank you for the ride..." you said gratefully, but before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook leaned over the armrest and got close to your face.

"Will I see you tonight?" he asked in a low purring tone. You froze, looking at his lips.

"Why?" you said, frightened. It was automatic. It was just... you weren't expecting such a question.

"What do you mean ‘why’?" Jungkook wondered. "I think we have unfinished business." His fingers touched your cheek. He leaned closer and you automatically closed your eyes. But instead of a kiss, there was only the touch of his nose on your cheekbone, his breath tickling your skin Jungkook's lips gently touched your cheekbone, moving up to your ear. "I have more to show you."

"Jungkook," you called, protesting slightly. He pulled away from your ear, looking into your eyes.

"What did I asked you to call me?" his voice was low, deep. Not angry. No. But slightly possessive, demanding. You reflexively squeezed his hand harder, and he felt it.

"Kook," you corrected yourself, quickly. He looked at you for a moment, and that was enough for you to see his eyes soften. He didn't let you say anything else, because in the next moment he pressed his lips to yours in a full, hot kiss. His tongue entered your mouth easily, and you surrendered. It was sweet. And... too good.

You even forgot that you had to go, you were probably late already. But no matter, for some reason his lips were more important.

Jungkook put his hand on your knee, and without hesitation, he slid his hand under your skirt. He slowly raised his hand up your thigh. You should have stopped him... but you couldn't.

"Kook, stop," you mutter, forcing your lips away from his. He doesn't let you rest and continues kissing you, his hand already reaching your underwear. His fingers gently touch your aroused center and you squeeze his shoulders with your fingers.

"It's almost impossible," Jungkook says as he pulls away from your lips. He goes down to your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. He massages your clit without letting himself push back the fabric of your thong. Because if he did, he would have to fuck you for the second time this morning.

Your brain is frozen, but your body is on fire.

"I'm going to be late," you breathed out, giving him better access to your neck.

Jungkook's lips lifted to yours and you opened your eyes, breathing deeply, excited.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asks seriously. You are dumbfounded. He can't be serious! Not this soon. You seem to be crazy about each other. Why do you two, want to fuck every free minute?

"Kook, I'm really late..." you said in desperation. Jungkook pushed your underwear aside and touched your wet clit. You were soaked and it was no surprise to him. His cock is also hardened. But he's late for the meeting, too. No matter how much Jungkook wants to fuck you, he has to hold back. But to tease you, to get you excited so that you'll come back tonight just to finish the that you two started - that's his real intention.

You bit your lip, holding your breath as his fingers touched your clit. Jungkook's handsome face is just centimeters away and you can't stand that hungry look. You close your eyes again.

"Answer the question," Jungkook whispers against your lips. His middle finger penetrates you. You squeezed your shoulders and moaned softly. At the same time, his other finger pressed on your clit. He's teased you and now you really want to.

"Yes," you say barely.

"Say it clearly," he demands, his voice fogging your mind as his fingers move deeper.

"Yes, Kook. I want you to fuck me now," you say more clearly. You open your eyes and see his sly look and sly smile, and for some reason you don't like it. He speeds up his movements inside you, and on your clit too. You can feel your orgasm coming.

Jungkook kisses you, deeply, a little roughly, and you come on his finger, squeezing his palm between your legs. You moan into his mouth, and when the peak of pleasure passes, he releases your lips.

Jungkook pulls his palm out from under your skirt and licks his fingers defiantly. Your cheeks are red, and your hair is a little disheveled. He gently adjusts your skirt and then your blouse.

He kisses you briefly on the lips.

"Pervert..." he whispered barely audibly against your lips. You smiled, it was both so embarrassing and so funny to hear him say that word.

"You... aren't exactly 'normal' either," you whispered back, and his smile grew wider.

"I know."

Jungkook let go of you. You looked in the mirror, checking to see if you could see your recent satisfaction. Your hair was a mess. You decided to let your hair down, it would look neater. Your lips were still swollen. But you had already pulled yourself together.

Your gaze slid down and you saw the fabric of his jeans stretched in obvious arousal. But he feigned calm. You smiled.

"Can you handle it?" you couldn't help but ask mockingly, glancing at his crotch.

"Don't worry, I'll calm down soon," he said with a sly smile. You pressed your lips together, nodding your head as if to agree with his statement.

"Okay, thanks for the ride. And for the wet underwear," you fixed your hair again, finally opened the car door and got out. Jungkook leaned over the armrest, throwing a look at your back.

"So you're coming tonight?" he said hopefully. He was more than sure that you would say yes.

"You are so insatiable. Give me a break," you said, faking indignation. Jungkook laughed.

"If you don't come to me, I'll come to you myself." he said. You threw your purse over your shoulder, and felt the wetness between your legs and the echoes of your orgasm.

"I won't open the door for you," you teased.

"Than I'll know your pin code, it won't be a problem for me, you know that."

You gasped in surprise, but you weren't angry or protesting. You smiled to show that it was all a joke.

"You're so persistent," you said. Jungkook smiled again, tongue touching the piercing in his lip.

"I know that's your favorite thing about me."

You barked out a laugh.

"Maybe it's also the thing I hate most about you. Bye." You said and walked away. Jungkook watched your back, not wanting to let you out of his sight until the last moment.

The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, and you tried to focus. But your mind kept clinging to what Jungkook had called you as he left.

"Pervert..."

You pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose, unable to stop smiling. Trying to calm yourself down. This man is really a bad influence on you. He also takes up too much space in your thoughts. You exhaled sharply and blinked a few times, thinking that this would make the thoughts of Jungkook disappear.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. You took a breath, stepped out onto the company floor, and walked confidently down the corridor. Greetings with colleagues were dry and distant.

No one asked how you were doing. And no one was happy to your return, except for Jisu, who immediately threw herself into your arms. You felt every eye that was directed at you. It was as if you were a random person here.

"Y/N, go to the conference room. They are waiting for you there," Jisu said. You nodded gratefully and left.

The meeting room was half empty, but the atmosphere was tense.

Kang Yongwon was sitting at the table, with a young man and a girl next to him. They both immediately looked up at you, and there was nothing but undisguised interest in their eyes. As if you had just been laid out on a plate.

"You're finally here," Yongwon smiled showing his feigned joy, and he nodded his hand to a chair, inviting you to sit down.

"Greeting," you bowed, and walked over to the table, listening to your own heartbeat. You quickly glanced in the direction of the boss and noticed that he was looking you over from head to toe, lingering on the neckline of your blouse and your legs. That look made you feel terribly. Just like before. The disgusting feeling is so familiar.

Nothing has changed.

"This is Seo Yuna and Min Jaehwan. They'll be working with you on the project," he said getting straight to business. His voice became serious and his gaze piercing. "Han Y/N-shi, I chose them to be a good support for you. Your task will be to tell them everything. Starting from the stage when the first idea appeared. So that they better understand where and how you need help."

You blinked. You glanced quickly at the people you were about to work with and felt tension fill every cell in your body.

"Excuse me... what about Jisu? We've always worked together... I thought she would be on the team..."

"She's involved in another important project," Yongwon explained coldly. "And these two are with you now. They'll be fine for you."

Yuna smiled, tilting her head.

"It's nice to meet you. I just recently joined the company." She held out her hand to you. You hesitated for a moment and then gently shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," you squeezed out of yourself.

Jaehwan was the next to shake your hands.

"The honor is mine. Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to meet you before. But I've heard a lot of... good things." He stuttered after the word "a lot," and you barely stopped yourself from cringing. You imagined he had heard "good things" about you.

Great. You don't know them. Absolutely not.

You, your team, and your boss sat around for a while organizing the work. You shared the main details of the project, but that's it. For the next three days, you have a lot of work to do with these two people, so you have to focus and do a good job.

You walked out of the meeting room and noticed that Yuna followed your boss into his office. It didn't seem strange, maybe they were having a conversation or he had some work for her.

But knowing how weak your boss is in front of beautiful women and in the eternal search for Miss Kang, you doubted it. You're lucky if his focus shifts away from you, so you can work in the company in peace when you return.

You were met by Jisu and you went to lunch together in the cafe on the first floor of the company. Your friend asked you unceremoniously about Jungkook and whether you had made a make up with him. You awkwardly answered yes. She demanded more details, but you joked that little girls like her shouldn't know. And Jisu exploded. She started to pester you until you told her some of the truth about the night before, but not much else.

After lunch with Jisu, you ordered a taxi and went home. You went about your daily routine, putting away the laundry, wiping down the table, and going through the mail. You called your grandmother and talked to her. Fortunately, she was doing well. You told her that you were going to participate in a prestigious competition to present your project, and she was very happy for you.

Then you sat down at laptop again, to prepared some files for tomorrow.

Almost a day passed like that. And the closer it got to evening, the more you thought about Jungkook. His request to come over in the evening because "you had unfinished business" made your insides tremble. You glanced at your phone. The screen was black.

What should you do? Should you wait for him to text or just go to him yourself? But then he'd think you were a real pervert who hadn't had enough in the morning. You sighed and lightly massaged your temples with your fingers, trying to calm your thoughts.

"No. I'm not going to see him. We... we have sex all the time. If it goes on like this, I'll fall in love. And then that's it. Another pain in the ass. No. Thank you."

But the memories treacherously made you remember moment. The morning. His voice, the promise to explore your darkest desires... and suddenly, memory threw up one very specific detail.

A conversation. He wanted to talk about something, even before he handcuffed you. You intended to ask about the conversation in the car. But there was no right moment. Jungkook kept talking on the phone, and then... he finger fuck you.

You need to know what he wanted to discuss. You grabbed the phone, mentally reassuring yourself that this was not another opportunity to be with him.

📱 8:22 p.m. | You: "Are you home?"

You wrote briefly. Jungkook read it in less than half a minute. The number ‘2’ appeared next to your message.

📲 8.22 p.m. | Jungkook: "Yes. I've been waiting for you for ages here 😏"

You couldn't hold back a smile. Warmth swept through your body and settled somewhere in the pit of your stomach. Butterflies. They are here again.

But he wasn't waiting for a conversation. And to cool things down a bit, you quickly dialed another one:

📱 8.23. p. m. | You: "You wanted to talk to me in the morning. We never did. Was it an important conversation or can it wait until we see each other? Or you can write me here."

You looked at the screen nervously. Your pride made you look reserved: you weren't running to him, just looking for an explanation. But inside... you wanted him to say: "Come."

Animated dots appeared on the screen.

📲 8.24 p.m. Jungkook: "Of course this is an important conversation. And it can't wait until tomorrow. Come to me, or... if you want, I'll come to you?"

Your heart fluttered. You smiled, happy that he had lived up to your expectations.

Your fingers hit the sensor, typing a message to him.

📱 8.24 p.m. | You: "I'll come to you in 20 minutes. I have to finish work,"

You lied so that you would have time to shower and look perfect.

📲 8.24 p.m. | Jungkook: "I'll wait. Did you have dinner? Should I order something?"

You look at the screen, biting your lip. Your eyes are shining and you can't stop smiling. It looks like you have a date. But you recover in time to write the next message.

📱 8.25 p.m. | You: "No. I'm not hungry. I'll come over and we'll just talk."

Jungkook doesn't respond for about a minute, and then you get his last message.

📲 8.25 p.m. | Jungkook: "Hurry up, kitten. I really want to talk to you."

You turned off the screen. Butterflies stirred in your stomach again. But you knew he not just wanted to talk to you, he wants more than just that. And you didn't mind.

Going to the bathroom, you quickly took a shower. Then you gently smeared a delicate cream with coconut and almonds on your body - the scent was light, barely perceptible, but it beckoned to touch.

You put on soft cotton pants, a white top, and a loose shirt. It seemed like nothing special. But underneath the clothes was a thin cream-colored lace underwear that gave you confidence and hidden temptation.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you picked up the phone and went out into the hallway. The door to Jungkook's apartment was immediately in your field of vision. You approached it slowly. You stopped at the door. Your heart was pounding. Taking a deep breath, you pressed the doorbell button.

The door opened almost instantly, and you froze - he was standing there in wide black sweatpants, wearing a white oversized T-shirt, but his silky, slightly disheveled hair and relaxed look made him illegally attractive, even in his homey look.

You wanted to make a move to go in, but you felt Jungkook grab your wrist and pull you inside. His lips instantly captured yours. The door closed behind you somewhere in the background, but you didn't notice it.

Your body was between it and the wall. His tongue persistently explored every inch of yours, and for a moment you forgot why you had come at all. You put your hands on his chest, feeling him squeeze your buttocks, holding you close as he could.

You tried to turn your head to the side, to push him away a little, but Jungkook didn't even think to stop. His arms held you steady. Jungkook's kiss was hot, greedy, too sincere not to make you want to respond. But you forced yourself to pull away.

"Kook..." you breathed out under your breath, trying not to give in to the wave of desire. "We... that's not why... I didn't come here..."

"Then why?" he murmured, leaning down to your lips again. "If not for that, then why do you smell like that... why do you look like that... and why is your heart beating like crazy?" his voice was low, husky, and impossibly seductive.

"Oh, God," you breathed out. When he touched his lips to your earlobe. Your legs refused to hold you. You need to get away from him, otherwise you'll never talk. "Talk first, then everything else," you thought. "The conversation. You said it was important."

Jungkook pulled away from your sweet skin and looked into your eyes.

"Conversation..." he grumbled and touched your lips again, briefly, softly, as if he couldn't help himself. "But how can we talk when you're standing in front of me like this? How am I supposed to think when all day long I've been imagining you coming to me like this, and for another reason..."

"Jungkook!" you grabbed him sharply by the front folds of his T-shirt, finally pulling out of his arms. You removed his hands and stepped away. He looked at you, taking a deep breath, as if trying to collect himself. "We have to talk," you said again, more confidently. "If you really wanted me to know something important, let's get down to business. I didn't come here for sex."

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds, looking into your eyes. His gaze became serious, and you could read the tension in it. He sighed in frustration and walked toward the bar. You watch him, arms crossed over your chest.

Jungkook took two beers, placed one on the table next to the couch, and opened the other immediately.

"You want one?" he offered softly. You looked at him, evaluating his offer, and decided to drink. You didn't know what the conversation would be like or about, so alcohol might ease the growing excitement inside you.

You took a can of beer and sat down next to him. You were silent, watching him as he opened the can for himself and took a few sips.

"How is your halmoni doing?" he suddenly asked. You froze with the can of beer at your lips. You took a slow sip and answered.

"She's fine, why do you ask about her?"

A slight smile touched his lips. You raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I just want to know how she is. I haven't asked you about her since. Since we came back from Busan."

You raised your eyebrows and took a sip of your beer.

"She's fine," you say shortly, again. When Jungkook doesn't say anything, you look up at him. He looks thoughtful.

"And how is your mother? Has she called you since?" he asks another question.

You think about it for a moment and realize that your mother hasn't really called you since then, and your grandmother hasn't mentioned her either.

"No, she hasn't called anymore," you say. Your eyes narrow and you look suspiciously at Jungkook, who takes another sip of beer. "You didn’t touch her, did you?" you ask. Jungkook freezes for a split second, but you catch that micro-movement.

"No, I didn't do anything," he says confidently, but he doesn't look you in the eye.

"Look me in the eye and tell me the same thing," you demanded.

Jungkook slowly turned his gaze to you. His dark eyes momentarily revealed something-a shadow of emotion, a memory, or a reproach to himself. But in a second, it disappeared, and a familiar mask of calm appeared on his face.

"I didn't touch her," he repeated in a steady tone. "I promise."

You stared at him, trying to figure out if you could believe his words. But Jungkook, as always, was opaque. Just like when it was easy for him to hide who he really was.

You kept your eyes on him for a moment longer and then nodded.

"Okay."

Meanwhile, Jungkook turned away and took another sip of beer. But there was a memory in his head that he didn't want to say out loud.

This morning when he was jogging, he was talking to Manager Lee. They discussed the fact that you were illegitimate Kang Tehwon's daughter and Manager Lee assured him that he had checked the information well and that it was definitely true. Jungkook was shocked by the news. He couldn't believe it and had to ask you personally what you knew about your father.

Jungkook remembered what your mother had said when she came to your grandmother's house:

"You found yourself a rich man... He will leave you as soon as he gets tired of you. Just like your father did to me..."

So far, everything was coming together. Jungkook also mentioned that he had promised you that your mother would give you back everything she had taken from your grandmother. This woman, who had no right to be called your mother, should pay for her years of terror.

Jungkook ordered the manager:

"Check if Y/N’s mother has debts. If so, then find those who are keeping her in debt. And pay them off. But do it not on my behalf, but on hers, but she must not know anything."

"You mean secretly?" the manager clarified. Jungkook nodded his head, but Lee didn't see it, so he said it out loud.

"That's right. I want this woman to think that she paid everything herself. I want her to think that she's pulled that money out of her own flesh and blood. I want her to lose everything and to be left with nothing."

"I see. How much do you want to spend on this?" the manager's voice was as serious as ever.

"Up to five million won. If it's more than that, I'll need a separate report." Jungkook sighed as he stopped in front of the front door of the multi-storey building where he lived.

"Okay," Lee said shortly.

"One more thing. Have her literally sell everything she has: her clothes, her furniture, her house. You can even simulate pressure from the 'creditors'. But she must believe that this is her own 'success'. When she pays off everything, find her a job with housing in another city and send her there. If she starts drinking there, it will be her problem. The money received from Y/N's mother, put on deposited to grandmother's account. Find it out through the hospital where she was treated." Jungkook was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked up at upstairs of the house, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Jungkook-nim, I understand, I'm already looking for people for your plan."

"Good, keep me posted. Also, find out Y/N's account number. She needs to deposit 7 million won into the account."

"Transfer 7 million through your personal account?" asked Lee, immediately thinking correctly.

"Yes. So that my father doesn't see the money." confirmed Jungkook.

"Why are you interested in her and halmoni? It's suspicious," you say, making your assumptions.

"I'm just curious about your family, is that bad?" Jungkook sat down deeper, turning to face you. You looked at him sideways.

"My mother is not part of my family." you said, looking down. Your voice suddenly became lower, calmer, but painfully sincere. "We've always had a... bad relationship. You could see that back in Busan."

Jungkook noticed the change in your voice and it tightened his chest.

"Why is your relationship like that?"

You put down your beer and sat down deeper on the couch. You pulled your legs under you, wrapping your arms around them.

"She..." you hummed, "she hated me. And I probably hated her too. She was always drinking. Always. Drunk is my only memory of her from childhood. Angry. Cold. And indifferent." Your voice trembled, but you continued, "My mother... never wanted me. I don't remember her hugging me once. And I never felt like I had a mom. My mom is my halmoni. And that woman... is just the woman who gave birth to me."

Jungkook was watching you closely, not missing a single word or emotion. It hurt him that you had such a terrible mother and had to go through this as a child.

"Who was she? Why did she started drinking?" Jungkook asked cautiously. You turned your head to him and he saw your eyes glistening with pain.

"I don't know why she started drinking. Halmoni said she was a model. She was very famous. When I found out, I even looked for her in old magazines. And I found her. She was beautiful. Very beautiful. And this... only hurt more. Because I looked at her picture and I couldn't believe that this woman... this woman... had yelled at me, hit me, called me names."

"She hit you?" Jungkook asked, his eyebrows raised. His jaw clenched unconsciously. How can you hit a little girl?

"Yes," you smiled sadly. You told Jungkook everything, not wanting to hide a drop of truth from him. It was the first time you had ever been asked about your family like that, and he didn't look at you with disgust or pity. On the contrary, you saw indignation in Jungkook's eyes. "It happened a lot. I don't know if she beat me when I was very young, but it happened. Because of her work, my grandmother rarely visited me. She didn't know how my mother treated me, and I was afraid to tell her. When my grandmother found out, she took me away immediately. Me were about 12, that my grandmother took me in, and I've lived with her ever since."

"Why did she beat you?" Jungkook asked again.

"For different reasons. But mostly when I talked about my father. Especially when I wanted to know who he was."

"So did she tell you who he was?"

"No. I still don't know who that man is. My grandmother never told me either. And now I'm not interested. Although my mother often said that I resemble him. But how can I understand in what way? I never knew, who he really was" your voice trembled. You went through all those memories again and it hurt. You were silent for a moment, and then you remembered. "One day she beat me so badly that I couldn't go to school because the bruises on my face were so big. I didn't want my classmates to tease me because they all knew my mother was drinking."

It was hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. Hot tears broke off rolled down your shocks as you closed your eyes to catch your breath. You hadn't planned to cry in front of Jungkook, but he had touched the deepest and most painful strings of your soul.

Suddenly, you felt him sit down and hug you. And you could not hold back. You cried, releasing the pain you had been holding for many years. And no matter how many times you cried, it didn't make it go away.

You clung to his chest, crying softly, and you were grateful that he was there for you when you were not strong.

You don't know how much time passed, but you were in Jungkook's arms for a long time. You calmed down and didn't cry anymore, just felt the warmth of his hand stroking your waist. You wiped your wet cheeks with your hand and looked up, not moving away from his chest.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" you remembered that instead of talking about your parents, you were supposed to talk to him. Jungkook tilted his head down to look at you. "Is it about the deal?" you asked, sniffling.

But there was no answer. Jungkook leaned down and kissed you. Gently, cautiously, as if he wanted to calm you down even more. You immediately responded to his kiss, realizing that you needed it now. You really needed him. Because when you are with him, you don't think about anything.

You laughed in your mind. It's Jungkook. The same Jungkook you couldn't stand a month ago, and now you need him more than anyone else in the world. What's wrong with you? You haven't fallen in love with him, have you?

This question, which you mentally threw to yourself, remained unanswered. You didn't even have time to formulate it, because Jungkook, as if he sensed that something had changed in you, deepened the kiss. And you drowned in it.

It was not a kiss of desire, not a kiss of habit. It was... deep. Slow. Soft. There was no rush, only care and warmth. He kissed you as if he was apologizing for all the pain of your childhood. For every insult, for every scar you didn't deserve.

Jungkook parted your lips and you slowly opened your eyes. You looked at each other as if you were talking in your minds. You said "Thank you" to him and heard him say "I'll be there for you." You wanted his closeness. It seemed to you that he was the only one who could take away your pain. You pulled him to you and kissed him.

Your lips connected and Jungkook could taste the saltiness of your tears. He didn't want you to cry. He never wanted to see you cry again. He did the right thing by your mother, and after what you told him, he thought he was even soft on her. He wants to protect you from everyone, to erase all your pain. To destroy everyone who has ever hurt you.

The kiss turned from gentle and grateful to passionate and exciting. Jungkook deepened the kiss, wanting to show you that he needed you. You responded with no less passion, showing that you needed him too.

Without breaking the kiss, you climbed onto his lap and sat on top of him. Jungkook put his palms on your waist, and without staying there for long, he put his hands on your buttocks. He squeezed them, pressing you closer to his crotch and you could feel how hard he was.

You felt how hard he was, and you couldn't help but move on him, wanting more. Your pussy was wet between your legs, your clit throbbing with desire.

Jungkook moaned against your lips and responded by moving his hips. His arms held you down until your bodies were one without even taking off your clothes.

Your hips slid back and forth, and you sighed softly as you felt his body respond to your every move. Jungkook squeezed your flesh, trying to keep control.

"Let me have you..." he whispered, leaning down slightly to look into your eyes. His voice sounded hoarse, almost broken, as if this desire was burning him up inside.

He pulled off your shirt. It fell somewhere near his feet. Following the shirt, he took off your top, exposing your breasts.

Jungkook touched one of your breasts with his lips and kissed it gently, without the usual lust. It was incredibly pleasant, so intimate as never before. Usually your sex is crazy and rough. But now it was different.

He let go of your nipple and kissed you between your breasts, slowly moving up to your neck. He left almost no place unkissed.

You pulled away, stopping him. Your hand reached for the edge of his T-shirt, and Jungkook silently raised his hands, letting you take it off. His torso was hot, tense, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over it.

Your fingers touched his beautiful body, as if to explore it anew. You touched his tattoos, which had always attracted your attention. After, you touched his shoulder with your lips. You kissed his forearm, then the place between his neck and shoulder. You climbed up your lips at his neck and felt his breath catch. You moved next to his jaw, to his chin, and finally found his lips.

You kissed him first and couldn't get enough of his closeness. It was as if you were in heaven. You hid from all your problems and felt calm.

You were the first to pull away from his lips and smiled when you saw his eyes closed. Jungkook opened them, looking at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. His gaze was almost reverent.

"You are so beautiful," he said softly, touching your face. You leaned against his palm, touching the inside of it with your lips. Jungkook's heart fluttered.

Fuck. This must be it. He's fallen in love.

Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and stood up. You barely managed to grab him your hands, clinging to his waist with your legs. He held you tightly, not giving you any hint that you might fall.

Without a word, he carried you to the bedroom. He laid you gently on the bed as if you were made of porcelain. Jungkook slowly took off your cotton pants. He saw the lace underwear and for the first time smiled slyly, as you were used to seeing him during your sex.

"So you wore that lace to come simple talk to me," he grabbed the edge of the thong and pulled it down, slowly, almost mockingly.

You were breathing fast, but a smile appeared on your lips, which meant that you were caught.

"Do you think that if I wore regular underwear, it would prove that I didn't prepare for sex?"

Jungkook laughed softly. He pulled off your thong and threw it into your pants. He took off his sweatpants in one quick movement, and you gasped silently.

There was no underwear underneath. His cock was aroused, hard, straight. You turned your stormy gaze to Jungkook. He had already climbed onto the bed and was approaching you with a sly smile.

When his body touched yours, you felt his warmth. His weight pressed you pleasantly against the bed. You opened your legs, letting him get comfortable between them.

Jungkook put his arms under yours so you could hug him. He came closer and kissed you, more eagerly, but not with the usual hunger.

"I think you've been preparing," he kissed the spot between your neck and jaw, "and so have I, as you can see."

You smiled wider, running your fingers through his hair, feeling its softness.

"I noticed," you said, enjoying his kisses. Jungkook lifted his head. His eyes ran over your face.

"I want you. I want all of you," he said. Your smile slowly disappeared. What did he mean ‘all of you’? It was what you thought it was? You would want him too, but is it possible? Is it possible for you to be with them outside of the agreement?

You couldn't say anything to him in response. The words just stuck somewhere in your throat. Instead, you pulled him in for another kiss. Jungkook eagerly responded, intertwining your tongues. He noticed that this was the third time you had kissed him first, although he usually took the initiative.

You moved your hips, rubbing your wet pussy against his cock. Urging him to move into action. Jungkook moved his hips to meet you. Desire had eclipsed all thought, and now he just wanted to be inside you. He released your lips and you whispered.

"I want you. Come in," you couldn't wait any longer.

Jungkook bit your plump lips briefly and stood up. He took his cock and slowly, very slowly, brought it to you. And when he entered, it was something incredible. Something you will never stop needing. You couldn't hold back a moan, and he bit his lip to keep from losing control from your sound.

He entered you completely, gently, without jerking. He lay on top of you, holding you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to feel the strength of his body, every muscle. Jungkook lie in this position a little, kissing you, giving you time to get used to the size.

He felt as tight inside as ever, and that and the thought that you belonged to him completely made his cock twitch several times. Jungkook pressed in tighter and started to move, pulling away from your lips but not moving far from your face. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying every movement, every inch of his body. Jungkook looked at your face and couldn't get enough of your beauty.

He moved carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking you. His forehead touched yours. He was whispering something that you can’t understand right now. Each thrust was slow, full, and full of meaning.

It wasn't your ordinary sex. It was something else. Something filled with other feelings.

And although he moved gently, the sensations were too intense. You clung to his back, as if it was the only way to keep yourself on this edge. He was lifting your hips a little higher, finding deeper angles than ever, but not losing his softness.

"It feels so good..." you whispered, hugging him.

Jungkook exhaled against your skin, as if your words had made his heart flutter even more. He leaned in, hugging you tightly, and whispered right into your lips:

"You drive me crazy..."

He was driving you too.

His thrusts became a little deeper, sharper, with each new movement they had more confidence, more strength. Not rudeness - strength that came from within, from a real desire to belong to you completely. You could feel his body pulsating with yours, as if your hearts were beating in a common rhythm.

Jungkook lifted your hips and pushing you stronger. Your body arched under him, and another sweet moan escaped your throat. You couldn't hold back anymore - every touch was too pleasant, every thrust was like a wave that washed over you.

"Hold on to me," he asked hoarsely, and you hugged him even tighter, digging your nails into his skin. Although he seems to have meant something completely different.

You could feel his back trembling under your fingers, his tension rising, his breathing getting heavier. He was already on the verge-you knew it-but he was still holding himself, not to speed up, not to lose this moment. He wanted to stay in this moment as long as possible.

"Kook..." came out of your mouth. You wanted to feel the desired pleasure. Your insides were trembling, the sounds that filled Jungkook's room and the feelings he created were pushing you to the limit. "Please let me come."

Jungkook slowed down and then stopped.

"Just a little more," he begged. He knelt down, not leaving you. Your body was relaxed, and so yielding. He leaned down to kiss your breasts. His tongue caressed one nipple at first, touched fingers the flesh, and then moved to the other.

"I can't," you said breathlessly. "Let me come," you begged.

Jungkook looked up and lingered on your face - your lips open, your eyes closed in pleasure, your fingers clasped together, holding onto the sheet... It’s seems like he had never seen you so beautiful. And so vulnerable. His own heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"One more moment..." he whispered, as if he was begging not you, but himself. "A little more pleasure, a little more feeling you completely."

He lowered himself, touching his lips to your body again, leaving kisses between your breasts, along your ribs, on your stomach, before returning to your face. His hand slid down and found your sensitive center. His fingers acted as gently as his body - softly, purposefully, knowing exactly what would make you lose your mind.

"I want... I want you to give every one of your orgasms to me..." his voice was hoarse, rough with desire. He started moving again, a little faster this time. There was still a gentleness to his movements, but now there was a fierce need.

You could not stand it. From his rhythm, from his fingers, from the pressure of emotion, and from the fact that there was something more behind this sex. Unspeakable.

Your body tensed, you clung to his shoulders even harder and bent under him like a string. A cry of pleasure escaped your lips, exposing every cell of your being. You could feel the wave spreading through your body, every muscle trembling and pulsing inside.

Jungkook felt it. His pupils dilated, and he wanted to release himself in you. A few more deep thrusts and he came too. His body tensed, and he pressed in tighter, burying his face in your neck, exhaling hoarsely against your skin.

He stayed inside until he stopped spewing his semen. His breathing steadied slowly, and his palms slid gently over your skin.

When he lifted up a little to see your face, you were still with your eyelids slightly closed, so relaxed, so beautiful, so his.

For the next three days, you were at work from morning to night. You didn't see Jungkook all those days, but you talked on the phone. You worked hard and diligently on the project, telling every detail, emphasizing the most important things.

You noticed that Yuna was hanging around Kang's boss a lot, having lunch together, she visiting his office, and running around for constant advice.

During the lunch break, you talked to Jisu about Yuna's desire to please boss. Jisu told you that there are rumors that Yuna is the daughter of one of the members of the ‘EON Creative’ detectives, and that's why she is so desperate to get his attention. And most likely they are sleeping together. And just thinking about it made you shake.

You were glad that your boss had finally left you alone, but you caught his long glances as usual, even though he was very reserved around you.

On Wednesday, at about eight o'clock in the evening, when you had finished work and were heading home, your work phone rang. You picked up the phone and heard the voice of Kang Yongwon's secretary. She told you that he wanted to see you.

You felt a tension mixed with excitement, but you calmed yourself down, soothing yourself with the thought that maybe he wanted to know if everything was ready for tomorrow's final.

You walked into Kang Yongwon's office, he was sitting at his desk, and when he heard the sound of the door, he looked up at you and... smiled. But this smile was somehow... sickeningly friendly, unnatural.

"Oh, Y/N-shi, come in," his voice sounded too soft. "Sit down."

You bowed, and slowly walked over and sat down, keeping your eyes on him. Something tightened inside you. Your intuition quietly told you that something was wrong.

"Tell me, is everything ready for tomorrow's contest?" he asked, folding his hands into a lock on the table. "Did you explain everything well to Yuna and Jaehwan?"

"Yes," you nodded. "I told them every little detail. They will be a good support for me tomorrow, I'm sure."

There was silence for a moment. Then Kang Yongwon made a theatrical sigh, as if he was genuinely sorry for what he had to say.

"Today I had a conversation with the company's advisor..." he began, looking at you with the same feigned gentleness. "And... he thinks that your presence at the competition... could damage ‘EON Creative's’ reputation."

"What?" you asked as if you hadn't heard. "Why?"

Yongwon shook his head.

"Because of the scandal. After you... had to be suspended, your participation in the competition might raise unnecessary questions. And frankly, it might affect the outcome." You opened your mouth to object, but he interrupted sharply. "We've been thinking for a long time about how best to proceed. And... I'd like to ask you to copyright waiver etrified."

This was your project. Your work. A chance to come back and prove that you are a good specialist... that you deserve a place in the company.

You sat silently, staring into his face. The boss leaned a little closer.

"Y/N-shi. You know that this is a very important competition for us. Therefore, not only the result is important to us, but also the company's image. We simply cannot take any risks. Do you understand?"

You continued to be silent. And although something inside you was seething, the voice of reason said: this is your chance to come back. If you show your loyalty to the company, maybe this will be a step towards your return.

"Good," you finally said. Yongwon smiled triumphantly.

He leaned back in his chair and then nodded in appreciation, adding:

"Thank you very much, Han Y/N! As always, you make the right decisions." He reached into a folder on his desk, pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to you. You saw the document that said you were abandoning the project in favor of the company. But you also noticed that there was no date on the document. This seemed strange to you.

You saw a pen in front of you and held your gaze on it. You picked it up and felt a tension that was almost physical. It was most likely radiating from your boss, who wanted you to sign the copyright waiver as soon as possible. You took the pen and looked up at Yongwon.

You didn't want to give the project away for nothing. You needed a guarantee. Because it's not a given that even your project wins, he'll bring you back to work. So you had to set your own conditions.

"I'll sign it, but on one condition," you said firmly. The manager could barely contain his emotions. But you noticed a shadow of irritation on his face.

"What a condition, Y/N-shi?" he asked in a low voice.

"I sign a copyright waiver, and you guarantee me a job back after the competition."

There was a momentary silence between the two of you, but then Kang Yongwon smiled.

"Of course," he said more softly, as if he expected you to say that, "I'll bring you back if your project wins."

You raised your eyebrows. He had put his own condition on yours. What a sneaky asshole! You nodded and signed the copyright waiver. He'll bring you back because you're sure your contest will win.

"Thank you for your cooperation and understanding! The company appreciates your contribution." he said officially, and these words were meaningless to you. "So tomorrow you don't have to be present at the final," he said as he took the documents from you.

"But I'll be there," you said, clutching your bag, "I'll help whoever is presenting the project, make sure everything goes perfectly."

Yongwon smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, that would be very professional of you."

"I take it you've already chosen someone to take my place?"

"Yes. The counselor and I thought that the only one who could replace you is Yuna, because she's in the know and Jaehwan doesn't have a big mouth, so it'll be her."

You felt the nausea of nerves and irritation rise to your throat, but you kept all your emotions in check.

"Okay, then. I'll help Yuna with her performance," you said. You stood up and said goodbye to your boss and walked out of his office on wobbly legs.

The next morning you were at the competition. You supported Yuna, telling her where to place the accents, how to behave, how to answer possible questions from the jury. And when she came out to present your project, you stood backstage and clenched your fists, forcing yourself to breathe.

And then came the victory. Your project was recognized by the jury, and ‘EON Creative’ received not only an award but also funding, recognition, and new contacts. You stood back, happy and... devastated at the same time.

You went over and congratulated the boss and Yuna. They thanked you for your good work, but you couldn't accept their words sincerely, you just smiled and said "thank you."

You didn't notice how quickly the time passed. You looked at your phone and saw that it was already four o'clock in the evening. At that very moment, you received a call from Jungkook.

"Hello," you said happily into the phone.

"Hey kitten, where are you?" he asked softly.

"I'm at the COEX Convention & Exhibition Center. At the finals of the contest."

"Do you remember that we have a plane to Jeju today? It leaves at eight o'clock. I'm not far away, do you want me to come pick you up?"

You gasp, going to a quieter place.

"I forgot. With this contest, everything slipped my mind. I didn't even pack my suitcase..." you admitted.

"Wait for me at the entrance, I'll be there in 10 minutes," Jungkook said, and you hung up the phone, agreement with.

Jungkook arrived exactly ten minutes later, as promised. You quickly said goodbye to everyone and went to the car. When you got in, you couldn't contain your joy.

"Kook, my project won! I'm so happy," you said, smiling, although for some reason you felt bitter in the middle.

"Really?" Jungkook was surprised. "I knew you would win! And you were worried. You worked hard," he praised you.

"Thank you," you said gratefully, "We all worked hard. Yuna did so well. She remembered everything I told her."

Jungkook looked at you.

"Yuna? Who's Yuna?" he asked with a subtle strain in his voice, "I thought you were supposed to be representing the project."

You sighed, turning your head back to the road. You swallowed the lump in your throat and answered:

"My boss asked me to withdraw from the project in favor of the company... He said that my presence could be harmful. But he promised to bring me back to work from the Monday."

Silence fell in the car. When you realized that Jungkook was not responding to your words, you turned to him. He was frowning, and you noticed his eyebrows were drawn together in the center. His eyes were staring straight at the road.

"What?" you looked at him anxiously, "Why are you so angry?"

"Nothing," he said shortly. You also drawn your eyebrows together, hearing the pulse in your ears.

"What do you mean ‘nothing’? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?" you felt irritation wash over you. Jungkook remained silent and you started to get angrier.

"He's not going to let you go back to work," he finally said, stopping at a traffic light.

You were dumbfounded.

"Why?" came out of your mouth on automatic.

"I asked Manager Lee to find out your work account so I could transfer the money to you. And he told me today that your account is no longer active. You were fired a week ago."

Jungkook kept silent about the fact that it was not just a firing. Yongwon didn't write the reason "by mutual agreement" that wouldn't affect your career. He wrote "Dismissal for violation of the company's internal ethical standards related to behavior that could potentially damage the company's reputation" which, in short, puts an end to your future activities. Jungkook was furious. And now, learning that he had brazenly stolen your project and would use it to boost his image to the next level tore Jungkook's patience to shreds.

"What...." you said quietly, looking at Jungkook's profile, and only after he said that did you realize that the last money from the company came to your personal account, not your work account. You didn't pay much attention to it, even though it was an obvious confirmation of your dismissal.

The light turned green and Jungkook and after driving a little bit, pulled over to the side. You sat down straight, staring at your hands. Tears were already coming and choking you. You couldn't stop yourself from crying. Jungkook stopped the engine and bent down and hugged you.

"Please don't cry. I will deal with Kang Yougwon. He will be held accountable for what he did to you."

You were crying, not knowing what to do. Hearing Jungkook's words somewhere above your head, you suddenly felt a surge of anger. He says he'll figure it out, but why did he wait until now? Until you were fired?

You agreed to his deal in the hope that he would give you your job back. You didn't want the position at the parent company. All you wanted was to get your good name back and the job you had earned on your own. And because of him, everything is ruined. Everything.

You pushed him away, sharply, with all the strength left in your exhausted body.

"Don't touch me!" you shouted with tears in your eyes.

Jungkook froze, looking at you in confusion, but you couldn't stop. The words poured out in a stream - bitter, painful, the kind of words that come out only when the soul can't take it anymore.

"It's all because of you!" came out of your mouth. "If it wasn't for you, I would still be working. You should have told me who you really are. And then I would never have asked you..." you cried, almost unable to see Jungkook's expression through your tears. "My career..." you sobbed, turning away to the window, "I worked so hard... I lived for this job. I gave up everything to achieve it. And now..." you turned back to him, desperation in your voice, "now in one damn line I've been erased from the industry! Forever!"

"Y/N," he began, but you interrupted.

"Don't say anything!" you exclaimed. "You said... you said you'd you'd fix all . You could have stopped it before, I asked you to, you could have! But you did nothing." A flame burned in your eyes, scorching even his cold composure. "You were silent until I was thrown out. That bastard appropriated my project. And now - now - you just say 'don't cry'?" you laughed hoarsely through your tears, dismissively. "My life is ruined, Jungkook. Do you hear me? Shattered."

You looked at him, and you didn't want to hear or see him anymore. To hell with him. Fuck his deal. You've had enough.

You grabbed the door handle and wanted to leave, but it was locked. You didn't turn to him and said angrily:

"Open it."

Jungkook touched your arm.

"Y/N calm down. Let's talk about everything normally."

You pushed his hand away angrily. You didn't want him to touch you at all.

"Take your hands off me and open the fucking car. I don't want to see you."

He tried to calm you down again, but you were desperate.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!" you shouted and cried harder.

He was silent, and then he pushed the button and the door clicked open.

You got out of the car, slamming the door loudly. You quickly go away from the car, sometimes breaking into a run. You cried with all your might, feeling a terrible pain in your chest. The whole world was not nice to you. You cried in disbelief that everything had gone wrong.

Fate was mocking you. Because as soon as you felt that you had everything, it all disappeared.

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CRAZY ⋆ JJK

you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. that’s when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook.

PAIRING ceo!jk x employee!fem reader

RATING 18+ minors dni smut, fluff, angst

GENRE coworkers2l, established relationship

WORD COUNT 15.5k

CONTENT jk 29 | yn 26, very jealous controlling and possessive jk, same for oc, spirited & bratty oc, jk is rich and spoils his girl, pet names, toxic relo, jk is a red flag, oc is a red flag, they’re obsessed w each other, bonnie n clyde ride or die type shit, soft yandere honestly, mc arguments, cursing, they get angry quick and over it quicker, bar fighting, jk punches a guy.. or two, blood, oc is roughly grabbed on arm by a male w/o consent, dom jk, sub oc, pre established traffic light sw system, daddy kink, consensual degradation, dirty talk, cunnilingus, breeding kink, condomless p in v sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, oc has a birth control implant, kinda rough(?) sex but i think it ends quite softly, theyre dirty and in love!

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There was something dangerous about him. Something you couldn’t help but be drawn to, no matter how much you knew you shouldn’t. It was like playing with fire—intoxicating, thrilling… stupid.

You knew it complicated things, maybe even made life harder, but you never had been one to back down from a challenge. And when someone like Jeon Jungkook—the kind of man who looked like pure trouble but made you feel more alive than you ever had—walked into your life, resisting him was never even an option.

It hadn’t always been like this. You used to date Park Hyungwon, after all.

Hyungwon was perfectly fine. Kind, sweet, thoughtful in all the ways that made him a good guy. The type who held open doors and asked if you wanted to split dessert. You’d met him through his cousin, Jimin—your colleague and an absolute angel on Earth. In fact, you ended up closer to Jimin than you ever were with Hyungwon.

Because Hyungwon? He was just… ordinary.

There was nothing wrong with ordinary. Some people needed that. They craved stability, predictability. But you? You realized a long time ago that you needed more. You craved intensity. You needed to feel like someone’s whole world. And when your boyfriend didn’t care who you were with, what you were doing, when he didn’t even notice if you went days without texting… well, you started to feel invisible.

You knew it sounded twisted. That most people would see Hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. Healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. But that’s when you realized... you weren’t like most people.

And then he entered the picture.

Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Jeon Corp, son of the late Jeon Jun-seo.

You’d been at Jeon Corp for three years now, starting as a temp and moving into a more permanent role. Everyone knew him—the young, ruthless leader who took over seamlessly and ran things with an iron grip after his father's passing. People admired him, respected him. Feared him.

It had been two years since you made it official with the man you knew was the epic love of your life. Before that, you were friends with benefits for—what, a week? Maybe less. You both knew right from the start that there was no going back to being just colleagues or fuck-buddies. He consumed you, and you reveled in every second of it.

In the early days of your relationship, you couldn’t help but worry. Maybe your promotion had less to do with your work ethic and more to do with Jungkook lusting for you. It was hard not to question it, especially when he was your boss, and you knew exactly how intense his desire for you was. But Jungkook shut that shit down fast.

He had hundreds of employees under him, most of whom he hadn’t even had a proper conversation with. He’d approached you solely because of your performance—your results catching his attention long before he even knew what you looked like. Jimin had confirmed it.

Still, you loved teasing him about it—how he’d basically been eye-fucking you the entire time during your first real meeting. Jungkook never denied it. He would just give you that cheeky, devilish grin of his, reminding you just how that meeting had concluded—with you, bent right over his desk.

Now, sitting at Lumi’s bar with the soft murmur of conversations and the clink of glasses fading into background noise, your phone buzzed with a new message. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, heat spreading through your veins as you read his words.

My Love 10:43 PM Why is your location off? Sent with Siri

10:43 PM Turn it on. Now. Sent with Siri

You bit your lip, already imagining the storm brewing inside him. He was driving, and now probably wasn’t the best time to mess with him. But you were still pissed. And the brat in you couldn’t resist poking him just a little more.

You 10:47 PM i'm out, my love.

His reply was immediate, almost before you even hit send.

My Love 10:47 PM Not in the mood baby. Turn it on

You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh as you took another sip of your drink. You could picture him now, pulling the car over, typing furiously with that adorable, frustrated frown. Oh, he was pissed—but that only made it more fun. You let him stew for a few minutes longer.

You 10:52 PM bad day at work? :(

His next texts came in a flurry, and you could almost feel the heat in them.

My Love 10:52 PM Why the fuck are you taking so long to respond? Who are you with?

10:53 PM You didnt tell me you were going out tonight and I just went all the way to your fucking house to find out you’re not even there? And your car’s gone? You drove to go out??? Are you fucking crazy?

His jealousy stoked a fire inside you. You knew better than to test his patience... but you just couldn’t help yourself.

You pulled up your camera and hit record. It started with your legs—crossed elegantly on the stool, the hem of your little black dress riding up just enough to tease. You let your foot swing, the glossy polish on your toes catching the dim light. The clip was short, but you knew Jungkook would recognize the bar in an instant.

Then, you flipped the camera. Your face came into view, framed by a pout and the neckline of your dress—the replacement for the one he’d ripped clean off you the last time some idiot tried to touch you. Jungkook had beaten the guy to a pulp, of course, which was why you were both banned from JaeJae's nightclub downtown. But you hadn’t cared then, and you certainly didn’t now.

Just before you stopped recording, you made sure the camera caught a glimpse of the arm next to you—the arm belonging to the guy who had been sulking since you brushed off his lame advances. You had been ignoring him ever since you walked in, but apparently, he was as clueless as he was underwhelming.

You hadn’t expected to be at this bar alone. In fact, you were supposed to be home with Jungkook tonight. He’d promised an early finish—four o’clock, to be exact—and you’d planned a cute pamper night for the two of you. Face masks, cheesy rom-coms. You even baked cookies.

But then, three o’clock rolled around, and your phone rang. His voice on the other end was apologetic, practically rehearsed at this point. He had to stay late. Again. Not even just a little late—ten-fucking-thirty late. Two hours past his usual finishing time.

You were livid. He promised you tonight.

You hadn’t even let him finish his sentence before hanging up, ignoring the rapid flood of missed calls and texts as you angrily dumped the chocolate chip cookies in the trash.

You were so pissed you might’ve even made his assistant, Hoseok, cry when Jungkook sent him over to check on you. Poor guy. You’d apologize later. Maybe.

By the time 10:32 hit and your phone was still silent, that pit of anger in your stomach twisted into something much sharper. You pulled up the security cameras at his office—and, of course, the room was empty. His briefcase, his keys… all gone.

He had left work without even telling you.

He always texted you when he was leaving the office. You knew there wasn’t a chance in hell it was infidelity; that wasn’t even a possibility. Cheating wasn’t something either of you entertained. But the silence? The lack of communication? That cut.

Sure, you’d been ignoring his calls ever since he canceled on you… but you were allowed to be pissed right now. He? Was not.

When your doorbell camera alert went off at 10:42, right before you were about to check his location, you felt a mix of relief and annoyance rise in your chest. You pulled up the feed to see him standing there—frustrated, fist clenched around his phone, clearly ready for a confrontation.

But you weren’t home.

You were here, at this grimy, sticky bar. Waiting.

The guy next to you shifted in his seat again, breaking you out of your thoughts. He was still there, lingering, despite your obvious disinterest. But honestly, you were kind of glad he hadn’t left.

Because the response you got from Jungkook when you hit send on that video?

Absolutely fucking perfect.

My Love 10:55 PM I'll be there in five minutes.

10:56 PM And if there is anyone sitting next to you who doesn't have a cunt or the name Park Jimin, theyre fucking dead Y/N

10:56 PM And you’re fucking walking home

You suppressed a laugh as you wiped the sugary remnants of your drink from your lips, knowing better than anyone just how serious he was.

As much as you hated to admit it, you loved the way Jungkook loved you. His possessiveness didn’t bother you. In fact, it drove you wild. That definitely made you as much of a red flag as him. But did you care?

A few minutes passed as you took some selfies and uploaded them to your Instagram story, twirling the straw in your glass absentmindedly. Then you remembered the idiot next to you.

"Oh," you said, clearing your throat. He perked up immediately, pulling his beer away from his lips as he turned toward you, eyes lighting up in anticipation. Gross. "You might want to leave."

His smile faltered, confusion knitting his brow. "What?"

You blinked, tilting your head slightly as if he hadn’t just heard you. Leaning in closer, you repeated yourself. "I said, you might want to leave."

He chuckled, leaning in way too close, his breath hot and stale. “Why would I do that? Sitting next to a pretty thing like you? You look a little bored, baby… I can keep you entertained.”

You suppressed a gag. "Hard pass." You shuddered, pulling back. “But really, my boyfriend’s on his way, and he’s pissed. You might want to move down a seat or two.”

He just laughed, lifting his beer again and taking a long gulp, his eyes creepily never leaving yours. "I can handle myself just fine, sweetheart. It’s hot that you’re worried about me, though."

God. You’d never been drier in your entire life.

"Your funeral," you muttered, rolling your eyes as you turned back to your phone.

A few more minutes passed in silence, and just when you thought the idiot might’ve finally left you alone, you felt him shift again, turning toward you like he was about to start up another conversation. You sighed, not actually wanting to watch another guy get the shit beaten out of him. So, you grabbed your purse and your half-empty glass, ready to leave.

But just as you slid off the stool, his hand wrapped around your arm.

"Where are you going, baby?” His voice dripped with sleaze. “This playing hard-to-get thing was sexy at first, but now it’s getting kinda boring.”

Your stomach turned, and you yanked your arm from his grip, disgust curling your lip. "Eugh, could you be any more of a stereotypical douche? Get a fucking life."

You took a step to leave, but his hand clamped down on your arm again, harder this time.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, huh?” His voice dropped, and a sickening grin spread across his face as his fingers dug deeper into your skin. “That’s okay. I like ’em that way.”

Rage flared in your chest, hot and immediate. Without thinking, your hand swung forward, and the rest of your drink splashed across his smug face. His eyes widened in shock, the liquid dripping off his chin, but you weren’t finished.

Your free hand darted into the outer pocket of your purse, fingers wrapping around the pink pepper spray canister Jungkook bought for you. You whipped it out, aiming the nozzle directly at his face and pressed down hard.

“Fuck!” he screamed, stumbling back, hands flying to his eyes. But you didn’t let up. The adrenaline thrummed in your veins as you kept spraying, ignoring the yelps and curses spilling from his lips as he clawed at his burning face.

“You crazy fucking bitch! Stop!”

“God, you piece of shit!” you yelled, uncaring of the stares now fixed on you. “Don’t ever touch anyone when they don’t want you to! Fucking pig!”

The can felt significantly lighter by the time you finally stopped, and the guy was practically on his knees, whimpering. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the bartender waving security in your direction and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Typical. He’d been close enough to hear everything, but now he wanted to intervene?

“Cunt,” you muttered under your breath, slamming your empty glass on the bar before turning to leave.

“I’m going, I’m going,” you scoffed as the guard approached, adjusting your purse on your shoulder and smoothing down the hem of your dress. As you turned to walk away, you pulled out your phone, thumb hovering over Jungkook’s contact.

But before you could make it far, a heavy hand pressed into your back, shoving you toward the exit.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you snapped, stumbling as the security guard forced you forward. “I said I’m leaving. I’m just calling my boyfriend. Let go of me, freak—”

“Ma’am, don’t speak to me like that,” the guard growled, his voice deep and commanding. “Get outside, now.”

“I'm going, you big loof. Can you at least let me wait in the bathroom? If my boyfriend sees me standing outside alone, he’s gonna—”

"I don’t care what he’s gonna do to you, ma’am. Keep moving."

You almost laughed. "Do to me?" You were about to tell him how wrong he had it—that he should be the one worried—when suddenly, the hand on your back vanished. You stopped, brushing yourself off, ready to turn and gloat.

But it wasn’t your words that made him let go. It was Jungkook.

Your very angry boyfriend had shoved the guard—who was easily twice his size—backwards so hard the guy stumbled, nearly falling over.

Jungkook’s eyes were wild, flicking between you and the security guard, a dangerous mix of concern and pure rage.

"Oh, hi, baby—"

“Get in the car,” he growled, his voice low and deadly as he handed you his keys. “And lock the fucking doors. Now.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you bit back the urge to argue. Instead, you took the keys and turned toward the door, but the security guard wasn’t backing down.

"You and your bitch need to leave now," the guard snapped. "You’re banned from this bar."

Another one? You almost pouted, but he kept going.

"We have you on CCTV. If the victim presses charges, you’ll be contacted."

“What victim?” You laughed, taking a step toward the guy. “You’re gonna let that pig press charges?”

Jungkook’s head snapped toward you, jaw clenched, staying firmly between you and the goon. “What is he talking about? Who’s pressing charges?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you gestured toward the guy still rubbing his eyes with a bar towel, water dripping down his face. “That idiot. But it’s fine, baby. I finally got to use the pepper spray you gave me,” you added, poking Jungkook’s stomach with a giddy smile.

His lips twitched, but his expression stayed serious. “Why’d you have to use it?”

You shrugged, tilting your head, giving him that innocent look you knew drove him crazy. "He kept trying to touch me, but don’t worry, I handled it. Let’s go now, please."

But Jungkook’s gaze was already darkening, his eyes now fixed on the pathetic excuse of a man across the room. You could see the anger rising, feel the tension radiating off him, and you knew he was seconds away from losing his shit.

“Let’s just go, love,” you urged, voice rushing as you eyed the situation. “It’s over now.”

The security guard had disappeared to fetch backup, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. The fact that he needed help dealing with Jungkook was almost laughable. Your man might not have been the biggest guy in the room, but you knew that shove must have rattled him, seeing as though the sidekick he'd now acquired was even bigger than he was.

And they were both stomping toward you.

You turned to warn Jungkook, “Baby—” but as your eyes shifted back to him, he was no longer at your side.

Your gaze snapped to the bar. There he was—storming up to the sleazebag still nursing his wet eyes with a towel, completely unaware that your furious boyfriend was closing in behind him. Ugh, he was like an angry, sexy bunny.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, pushing past a couple of people and hurrying over as quick as you could in your three-thousand-dollar stilettos.

As turned on as you were by the sight of him right now, you really didn’t need him missing work tomorrow because he'd been locked up for the night.

And then you, of course, also missing work because you had to sleep in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to his cell, since the officers wouldn’t accept bail again until he had completed his twelve-hour minimum hold.

You were almost there when you saw it—Jungkook’s hand gripping the back of the guy’s collar, yanking him back with so much force that the idiot’s eyes flew open in shock, panic flooding his face as he realized what was happening.

You bit your lip, trying to shove away the image that popped into your head of Jungkook’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling you up in that exact same way when he had you beneath him, forcing your eyes on his as he drove into you from behind.

God, not now, Y/N.

“Koo, baby, wait—” you called, but it was too late. He was gone.

Before the guy could even think about pushing Jungkook off, your boyfriend slammed his head down onto the bar with a sickening crack that echoed through the room. You winced, feeling the pain in your own skull just by watching it.

“Fuckkkk,” you hissed, finally reaching him and grabbing his arm. His muscles were rigid, vibrating with barely controlled rage. “Baby, come on. Security is coming—let’s go—”

But your words didn’t register. Jungkook was in another world, eyes burning with an almost feral intensity as he jerked the guy back up.

Without hesitation, he reeled back and delivered a brutal punch to the guy’s face, the thud of knuckles against bone filled the space as the man’s head snapped to the side, his knees buckling as he collapsed to the floor in a heap.

You sucked your teeth in frustration. You couldn’t care less if the guy sat there on the ground and bled out, truly. What you did care about was the thought of Jimin covering your shift tomorrow because you had to spend the night bailing Jungkook out of jail again.

“Okay, my love, that’s good. Now let’s go—”

“Baby, go and—” Jungkook growled, his voice dangerous and low, as he lifted the guy again. His fist swung forward, colliding with the man’s nose, and you winced at the sharp crunch that followed. The guy collapsed again, shaky hands cradling his face as blood spurted from his mouth.

Jungkook’s head whipped around, his dark gaze locking onto you with a ferocity that sent a chill down your spine. “Go and get in the fucking car,” he snapped.

“No, you fucking idiot, come with me—”

Before you could finish your sentence, your feet were suddenly off the ground, the world spinning as you were slung over a massive shoulder. It took you a second to process what the fuck was happening.

"What the fuck!" you screamed, pounding your fists against the back of the goliath security guard who was carrying you like a sack of potatoes. Your purse fell to the ground as the guy just kept walking toward the exit like you were nothing. "Put me down, you fucking freak!"

Through your distorted, lopsided vision, you caught sight of the other, even bigger, guard heading for Jungkook while you were being dragged away.

The second your boyfriend saw what was happening to you, the loser he had been beating on was forgotten. His eyes locked on the guard manhandling you, and fury ignited in his expression.

The guard approaching barely had time to take a step before Jungkook threw him to the ground like he weighed nothing. His unbuttoned dress shirt sleeves exposed the veins in his arms, rippling as he stormed toward you with a look that promised murder. Yummy.

You were still smacking the back of the giant guard carrying you, panic creeping in as the door got closer and closer. "Baby, my purse!" you whined, halting your attack for a second and pointing to the ground. Jungkook was already stalking past it. "Pick it up!"

He grunted in frustration, turning on his heel to grab the fallen Prada before charging back after you. 

The guard reached the door just as Jungkook caught up, and you braced yourself for the moment you’d be tossed out like trash. But in one quick motion, Jungkook grabbed your outstretched hand and used his other hand to grab you by the bum, pulling you off the guard’s shoulder.

You beamed as he set you back on your feet, happily taking your purse from him while he just rolled his eyes. Then, he turned and sent his fist straight to the giant’s jaw. The guard actually stumbled backward, clearly feeling the weight of the hit, and for a brief moment, you thought it was over.

But then the bastard straightened up, cracked his neck like a fucking terminator, and stepped forward again, completely unfazed.

"What. The. Fuck," you seethed, your eyes widening in disbelief. You grabbed Jungkook’s hand, tugging him back, but he was already mirroring the guard’s steps, ready to go again.

"Nope," you muttered, wrapping your arms around his bicep and using every ounce of strength to drag him toward the door.

You knew he could easily overpower you, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he debated it. But after a beat, he scoffed, shooting a final glare at the guard, who had stopped in place, phone in hand as he watched you haul Jungkook outside.

Probably calling the cops, taking down your registration—whatever the fuck. You could already imagine the panic on Jeon Co.’s PR team’s faces when they caught wind of this fuck fest of a night.

You finally let go of Jungkook’s arm when you got outside, your hand diving into your purse for his car keys. He followed close behind, silent but simmering with rage, as you both made your way to his car. It was parked right next to the entrance—definitely not in an actual spot—but he clearly didn’t care. He’d probably left it there to get to you faster.

As soon as the cold air hit your face and you and Jungkook were away from everyone, it’s like all your anger from earlier flooded right back.

You marched straight toward the driver’s seat, just wanting to get the hell out of there, but before you could reach for the door handle, Jungkook’s bruised hand snaked around your waist and pulled you back against him. He plucked the keys from your hand with ease, scoffing under his breath as he ushered you toward the passenger side.

"Give me the fucking keys, Jungkook—"

He let out a dark, humorless laugh. "First of all, you’ve been drinking. Don’t be fucking stupid. Second of all, why do you sound like you’re mad at me? I’m mad at you!"

"I had a fucking lemonade, I didn’t drink, you psycho!" you snapped, spinning on your heel to face him. "And, I’m sorry, mad at me?" You shoved his hand off your stomach and made a grab for the keys, but he slipped them into his pocket, resting his hand right over them like he was daring you to try.

"You’re the one who just went ape-shit and beat half the bar to a fucking pulp!"

"Don’t be dramatic," he rolled his eyes, leaning casually against the car like he hadn’t just trashed multiple people inside.

"You just fucking—"

He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "And why am I here in the first place, Y/N?"

"Oh, I don’t know," you snapped back, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe because you’re a—"

You cut yourself off this time, catching the slight arch of his brows—just a fraction.

His head tilted, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.

"I’m a what, baby?" His voice was low, amused, taunting.

You squinted at him, but he just waited, utterly patient, like he had all the time in the world.

"I’m a what?"

Your eyes rolled to the sky in frustration, and you turned your back on him, yanking on the door handle in frustration. But of course, it was locked. You didn’t even bother looking back at him.

"Open the door, Jungkook."

"Sure," he jingled the keys in his pocket with infuriating calmness, "When you finish your sentence. I’m a what?"

You glared over your shoulder at him, biting back a snarl as your eyes raked down his stupidly gorgeous frame. Tousled hair, the top two buttons of his dress shirt sluttily popped open, bruised and bloody hands casually tucked into the pockets of his designer slacks. So fucking annoying.

"You," you started, eyes narrowing as you stepped back. "Are sleeping alone tonight." You punctuated it with a sarcastic smile before pushing off the car and storming down the street toward your own.

The second you started walking, you heard his footsteps trailing after you like a shadow. You just shook your head, your tone clipped as you bit out, "Go home, Jungkook. Your home. I’m sleeping at my own place tonight."

"Mm, and how do you plan on getting there?" His voice followed, calm—too calm.

"Hmm, take a wild fucking guess, genius," you snapped, diving back into your purse to grab your keys. But your hand came up empty.

"Mother fucker," you hissed, spinning around to find yourself face-to-face with his broad chest. You took a breath, glaring up at him. "Give me my keys."

"When you finish what you were saying," he replied lowly.

You scoffed, incredulous. "You’ll give me my keys and let me drive home if I finish my sentence?" You almost laughed in his face, knowing damn well he was full of shit.

"No," he shrugged, his honesty almost infuriating, "but I still want you to say it."

You groaned, exasperated. "Why is it so important to you—"

"Everything you say is important to me." His tone was unflinchingly direct. "And I want to know what you think of me."

For a split second, your heart tugged at his words, even as the anger bubbling in your chest fought to take over.

You weren’t mad at him for going in there and smashing that dirty sleaze’s head into the counter. You weren’t mad that he had taken on the Goliath twins like a reckless maniac with no concern for his own well-being.

You were mad because he lied to you.

"A liar." The words slipped from your lips, quiet but cutting, your eyes locking with his.

The flicker of pain that flashed across his gaze was immediate. He hadn’t been expecting that. He had braced himself for you to call him a possessive jerk, a jealous asshole, even a fucking loser. But not that.

"Baby," Jungkook swallowed, his beaten hands slowly gliding down to caress the sides of the dress he both loved and hated seeing you in. "I’m so sorry."

"Yeah," you nodded, rolling your eyes as you turned your head away just as he tried to lean down for a kiss. "Always are, huh?"

"Please, don’t," he sighed softly, his breath warm against your neck as his nose nuzzled into your skin. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had buried his fist into a guy’s jaw just five minutes ago. “I would never leave your side if I didn’t have to. You know that. You have to know that.”

"And you just had to stay back tonight of all nights?" Your words were sharp, cutting. "Couldn’t get one of your two fucking assistants to carry some of the workload? Or maybe that slut from level 7 who’s always begging to take some stress off her ‘big, hunky, hardworking boss?’"

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, nipping at your neck in amusement when you imitated Heejin’s voice. She hadn’t ever said anything quite that bold—obviously. You would’ve had him fire her on the spot if she had. But her lingering glances, the way she was always offering herself up for extra tasks, the way she hovered around… yeah, her actions spoke louder than words, and it made your blood fucking boil.

"Our board meeting ran way overtime, and they sprung last-minute critical amendments on us for the Cypher Project, baby," he mumbled into your skin, his lips brushing along the curve of your neck. "You know no one else could’ve handled it, or I would’ve been out of there."

"Okay." You nodded, lips pressing together as you let him kiss your neck for a while, but your mind was still racing.

"Okay?" he echoed in a hum, his mouth moving lower, pressing another soft kiss just above your collarbone. He sounded almost suspicious at how easily you seemed to be dropping the argument.

"Okay," you repeated, still letting him kiss you, your body slightly relaxing under his touch.

He hummed again, but then something clicked. No. This was too easy. You were never this quick to drop an argument. There wasn’t nearly enough groveling.

"Baby—"

Before he could finish, your hand shot into his left pocket, snatching the keys and shoving him you off with your other hand. He stumbled back, eyes wide with surprise as he barely caught his balance. You didn’t wait around to see him recover; you just turned and headed straight for your car.

Of course, he followed.

"Baby, come on—"

You didn’t stop, your pace quickening as you adjusted your handbag on your shoulder. "Nope. Don’t care."

"Baby, I'm fucking sorry."

"Uh-huh," you muttered, clicking the button to unlock your car before yanking the door open. He was right behind you, still trying.

“You’re not seriously leaving me right now, are you?”

You shot him a cold glance, leaning on the car door. “Yep. Maybe you should call Heejin—see if she’s free tonight. She can keep my side of the bed warm,” you spat, sliding into the driver’s seat.

His jaw ticked, tongue poking at the side of his cheek as he leaned back, letting you slam the door in his face. The engine roared to life, filling the thick silence between you two, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he nodded, something dark flashing in his eyes as his teeth toyed with his lip ring.

“You know I’m just gonna follow you, right?” His low voice carried through the glass, calm as ever.

You rolled your eyes, throwing the car into gear and pulling out of the lot.

But you weren’t the least bit surprised when, just a few moments later, you caught sight of his car pulling out right behind you.

He was home before you.

Not that you were surprised. You had gotten the doorbell alert two streets over, and it only made you scoff, your foot easing off the gas as you slowed down even more, wanting to make him wait. You had briefly considered going to Jimin’s for the night, but you knew better. Even though Jungkook had a soft spot for his assistant, there was no way in hell he’d let you sleep over at another guy’s house, and you weren't about to drag Jimin into that.

Sliding out of your car, you said nothing, grabbing your coat and purse from the passenger seat before locking it. Jungkook was already perched on your front doorstep, his head snapping up the second your tires crunched against the driveway.

“Baby, I need you to turn your location back on. I get it. You made your point—”

“Don’t start, Jungkook.” You sighed, your heels clicking against the stone steps as you brushed past him to unlock the front door.

You didn’t even bother closing the door behind you as you walked in, knowing he was right behind, the sound of it clicking shut as he locked it for you. Your purse and coat landed carelessly on the hallway table, and your fingers instinctively massaged the soreness creeping up the side of your neck. Without a word, Jungkook crouched down and slipped off your heels, lining them up neatly next to his shoes.

It was late, and the exhaustion that had been chasing you all night was finally sinking in. Your body ached, your mind was running on fumes, and all you really wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep. But something in the air told you that wasn’t happening any time soon. Whether it would be another argument, angry makeup sex, or another night of kicking Jungkook to the couch—only to lie sleepless for an hour before dragging his ass back to your bed—you weren’t sure yet.

Your steps were slow as you made your way to the bathroom, flicking the light on before leaning heavily against the sink. You cracked your neck, your eyes closing for a brief moment as the exhaustion took over.

You didn’t even flinch when Jungkook’s chest pressed against your back, his strong arms slipping around you as he reached for the faucet to wash his hands. The water ran pinkish, swirling down the drain as it cleared the blood and dirt from his knuckles, but you weren’t concerned. He knew how to throw a punch safely—years of boxing and training made sure of that. This was very mild compared to the damage he’d done in the early days of your relationship. Back then, you’d spent more time getting him unbanned from clubs than actually enjoying them.

He dried his hands slowly, taking his time before reaching for one of your hair ties on the counter. His fingers worked through your hair, gathering it into a loose ponytail.

You were far too drained to even consider pushing him away—not that you would’ve, even if you weren’t. Upset? Sure. But truly mad? Not really.

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you fell for a wildly successful, young CEO. Long nights, last-minute cancellations, missed plans—it was the nature of his world. Normally, you accepted it. But tonight had been different. Tonight was supposed to be one of the rare, precious evenings you finally had time to spend together after months of clashing schedules. You’d planned for it, gotten excited about it, and then… it was ruined. So, yeah, you were pissed.

But at the same time, you understood. The Cypher Project was monumental for Jeon Corp. Jungkook had poured nearly a year of blood, sweat, and no sleep into it. It was his baby, and only a handful of people were allowed anywhere near it—his assistants, his CCO, and you. This project mattered. But god, you missed him.

This, though? This was just typical Jeon Jungkook groveling. He’d pamper you, apologize at least a thousand times, buy you another bag or three, and then fuck you until you couldn’t remember why you were mad in the first place. The order of events varied; the bags sometimes took a day or two to arrive.

Once your hair was up, he gently spun you around and lifted you onto the bathroom counter. Your eyes remained shut as he moved between your legs, his long arms reaching for your skincare products. You didn’t have to tell him anything—he knew your routine better than you did at this point.

Before he got started, you cracked one eye open, just for a moment, grabbing his right hand and holding it softly in your lap. Your thumb traced over his knuckles, following the tiny splits. One was still bleeding slightly, while the other looked like it would be bruising by morning.

“Getting better, baby. Barely any blood this time,” you hummed, lifting his hand to your lips and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles before closing your eyes again, waiting.

He smiled at that, though you couldn’t see it. The weight of the towel settled on your lap, and his hand left yours, resting lightly on your chest as he leaned you down, cupping warm water from the sink to wet your face. You stayed still, letting him move through the motions, only shifting when he needed you to. His touch was precise but gentle as he massaged the cleanser into your skin.

Your toes wiggled absentmindedly on either side of his thighs, tapping softly against him while he moved through your products, handling each one with practiced ease.

Jungkook was quiet for a moment before he finally spoke.

"I want to move in with you."

You didn’t open your eyes—mostly because your face was covered in toner—but the way your feet stopped swinging and your eyebrows shot up said everything.

“Well, that’s one way to grovel,” you muttered under your breath, leaning down blindly to rinse your face. Jungkook cupped his hand, helping you wash off the spots you missed before gently wiping your face dry with the towel. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips through the fabric.

Cute, you thought.

“Gross,” you mumbled, the faintest smile tugging at your lips.

He didn’t respond, just slipped his hands down your bare legs, wrapping them securely around his waist. You tugged the towel down and blinked up at his pretty face. He just stood there, quiet, watching you. Waiting.

"Are you waiting for something?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He bit his lip, barely concealing a smile. “Hmm. Is that how you’re going to be?”

“I don’t know what you mean…”

“So your answer is no, then.” He hummed.

“My answer is nothing because you didn’t ask me a question,” you retorted, brattily swatting his bum with your foot, the light tap making him smirk.

“It’s going to happen eventually,” he said, his tone certain, almost mocking, as he leaned down to brush his lips against yours. His hand caught your ankle, stopping your wandering toe from getting too close to the no-go zone. Well, except that one ti—

“May as well get it out of the way, baby.”

“Oh,” you laughed, amusement coloring your voice as you unwrapped your legs from his waist, resting them on the counter. “Glad you consider the next step in our relationship something we should just get out of the way.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he pulled your legs back down, positioning himself firmly between them again, his hands settling possessively on your thighs. “You know what I mean,” he murmured, his voice dipping into a low growl.

“You already know I’d do anything with you, baby,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as your feet lifted back up to drum lightly against his bum. “But I’m annoyed that you asked me this right after an argument. You’re just doing what you think will make me happy—”

The cold, metallic sensation on your thigh interrupted your sentence. Frowning, you glanced down to see his tattooed hand resting on your skin, something small and cool pressed beneath his palm.

Your brows furrowed. “Move your hand, Kookie.”

He didn’t move, his gaze locking with yours. His eyes were serious—more serious than you’d seen in a long while. And that was saying something. Jungkook was always confident, always certain about your relationship, but this… this was different.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his tongue flicking at his lip ring.

“Yes?” you asked, your voice softening as your finger reached up to gently swat his tongue away before you adjusted his lip ring back into place.

“You know how much I love you, right? Like, really know how in love with you I am?” His voice was so genuine, his eyes searching yours intently.

Your head tilted slightly as you swallowed the urge to tease him. The feeling of that little cool object under his palm had your mind racing. You already knew exactly what it was, and if you’d been wearing underwear right now, they’d be fucking soaked.

“I do,” you nodded just as seriously, your hands resting on the counter on either side of your thighs as you leaned forward, waiting for his pouty lips to meet yours. He didn’t make you wait long, leaning down immediately, humming as you gently suckled on his tongue and over his lip ring before pulling back.

“I know, baby. I feel it every day." You spoke against his lips, giving them a soft peck before pulling back a little, "I’m so lucky to have you all to myself. I love you just as much, my darling. I hope you know that.”

“I do, baby.” He nodded, leaning down to brush his pretty nose against yours. “You’re it for me, angel. There’s no one after you. That, I know.”

“Mmh,” you grunted in delight, your nose scrunching as your hand snaked around the back of his neck, pulling him down to your lips, hard.

Jungkook melted into you instantly, his hands finding their way up your body as he kissed you with the kind of need that made your entire body hum. His fingers curled into the back of your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss, and you moaned softly against his mouth, just as his hands moved lower.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, breaking the kiss suddenly as your eyes dropped to the now-uncovered little piece of metal resting on your thigh.

Tears welled up in your eyes the moment you saw it. Your hand darted down, snatching up the now-warm key like it was made of glass, your fingers trembling as you inspected it. This wasn’t a key to his penthouse—you already had one of those.

This was new. Bigger. And turning you the fuck on.

Jungkook's bunny teeth grazed his lip ring, a rare flicker of hesitation crossing his face as he watched you silently. Jeon Jungkook didn’t get nervous. He was rich, successful, gorgeous, and had the hottest girl he had ever seen in his life all to himself. But even he couldn’t deny that his heart was beating a little fast, or whatever.

“Baby, fuck," you choked out, your brows furrowing as the tears threatened to spill over. You looked up at him, still clutching the key. "You fucking... ugh!"

Your hand gripped the collar of his shirt, yanking him back down to you. You kissed him again, deep and needy, your lips crashing against his with a desperation you couldn’t quite name.

"Love me that much, hm?" you mumbled between kisses, your voice husky, body arching into him as his tattooed hands slid down your sides, long fingers squeezing around the soft flesh. "Bought me a fucking house, huh, baby?"

Jungkook’s smirk brushed against your lips, so cocky, so him. “Well, I’m not fucking renting it.”

A loud laugh bubbled out of you, muffled by his mouth still pressed against yours. It was cut short when his tongue slipped past your parted lips, hot and familiar, moving with practiced ease.

His tongue... fuck, with the number of times and places you’d had it in your body, you were sure you could pick it out from a lineup blindfolded. Skilled, wet, with that lingering touch of cigarette. Fucking perfect.

You grunted against his mouth, your hand blindly reaching to set the key on the counter without pulling away. “Told you to stop smoking.”

“Told you to get fucked,” he hummed back, his words vibrating on your tongue as his hands slid from your hips to your ass, gripping hard enough to make you gasp before pulling you flush against his growing bulge.

“Cunt,” you giggled, your fingers tangling around the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper, your tongue chasing that smoky flavor as heat pulsed between your legs. The softest whine escaped your lips as you swallowed his taste.

“Bitch,” he mumbled lowly, tattooed fingers giving a dirty squeeze to your ass, brows furrowing in delight as his hips ground into yours, the thick, hard length of him pressing between your thighs. Even through the layers of fabric, the friction sent a needy throb straight to your clit.

Your nails scratched lightly against the nape of his neck, and just as you were about to bite down on his tongue, he suddenly pulled back, leaving your lips parted in a confused pout.

“What?” you whined, trying to tug him back down to your mouth, but he wasn’t budging. His eyes were locked in place.

On your crotch.

Oh.

“Y/N.” His voice dropped, deeper, more dangerous.

“Yes, my love?” you blinked innocently, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He didn’t move.

“Are you not wearing fucking panties?”

“Um,” you pursed your lips, pretending to think. “Would you believe me if I said I was?”

Your boyfriend scoffed sorely, giving a bitter nod before peeling himself from you completely and walking out of the bathroom.

You sat there for a second, blinking, frowning at the sight of him walking away, watching how the thick muscles in his back rippled beneath his shirt. God, you just wanted to run your tongue over every inch of that perfect, sinful skin, remembering all the times you had gotten off just by riding that big fucking back—

Shit.

“Baby!” you called after him with a pout, hopping off the counter and ignoring the sticky feeling between your thighs as your feet hit the floor. You wobbled slightly, legs stiff from sitting too long. With a quick kiss to the key resting beside the sink, you dropped it into your jewelry case and scurried after your angry boyfriend.

“Kookie, hold on…” The sound of your footsteps echoed down the hallway, needy and impatient.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were really pissed when he canceled, okay, and so you did the one thing you knew would get under his skin... going commando in public when he wasn’t around.

You fully expected him to find out at the bar or during some angry foreplay at home. Then, he’d get all sexy, possessive, and you’d end up screaming his name so loud your neighbors would complain again.

But not like this. Not after he’d been so gentle, taking your makeup off with soft, careful touches. Not after he’d just given you the key to the fucking house he bought for the two of you! He was probably feeling all soft and vulnerable, having just taken such a big step in your relationship...

You know, people didn’t really get it—but deep down, your boyfriend was just a big, cuddly teddy bear. Sure, a teddy bear with like three assault charges, but that’s besides the point.

God. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Jungkook didn’t stop. He rounded the corner into your bedroom, shoulders stiff, jaw clenched.

You followed him in, flicking on the light just in time to see him unbuttoning his shirt, quietly tugging it free from where it had been tucked into his slacks. His back was to you, standing near your vanity, jaw tight with restraint, anger radiating off him in waves.

The muscles in his broad shoulders flexed as you stepped closer, your palms sliding up the expanse of his back.

"Baby, I'm—"

"Don't." His voice was low, firm—a quiet command cutting off any apology on the tip of your tongue. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it over the chair beside him before his hand moved to his belt, the metallic clink sounding sharper in the silence of the room.

You sighed softly, pressing a kiss to his warm, bare shoulder, the skin still taut with tension. Your forehead rested against his back as your arms wrapped around his waist, holding him close. “Are you mad at me?”

"Mhm." He scoffed, pulling his belt through the loops and throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes.

Without a word, he shrugged off your hold, his back stiff as he walked over to your dresser. Opening the middle drawer, he pulled out one of his shirts, and without even looking back at you, he held it out.

You didn’t hesitate, taking it from his hand. He didn’t need to say anything—Jungkook never wore shirts to bed. Your fingers slipped behind your back, tugging down the zipper of your dress before you let the fabric fall in a pool at your feet.

His eyes caught your movement in the mirror, and he scoffed softly, watching as you unclasped your bra. The bra slipped down, the absence of panties now glaringly obvious. His expression tightened as you slid his shirt over your head, the oversized fabric falling to mid-thigh.

Jungkook unbuttoned his slacks in silence, shoving them off until he stood in just his briefs. He bent down, gathering both of your discarded clothes before disappearing into the bathroom to toss them into the hamper.

You heard the water running as you pulled the band from your hair and padded toward the bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth too. But before you could enter, he stepped out, his tall frame blocking the doorway.

"Get in bed," he said sternly, leaving no room for argument.

You pouted but turned around, dragging your feet toward the bed. From the way he flicked off the light behind you, it was clear you weren’t getting dicked down tonight. Jungkook always kept the lights on when he was fucking you—he liked to see everything properly. You frowned as you crawled under the covers.

"My love," you started softly, watching his back as he climbed into bed, turning to face the window. He didn’t respond. "Baby, please—"

"I’m so fucking angry," he finally spoke, his voice low, thick with frustration. Your hand raked over the tattoos covering his tense arm as you scooted closer, your fingertips tracing the ink in the way you always did to calm him down.

"Turn around and go to sleep," he grumbled, laced with warning.

"Can’t sleep when you’re mad at me. You know that," you whined softly, shuffling closer until you were pressed against his back, your leg draping over his waist, pulling yourself into his space.

He tensed under your touch but didn’t push you away.

You nuzzled into him, your cheek resting on his shoulder, hand tracing gentle patterns along his side. "Talk to me, baby," you whispered, your voice soft, pleading. "Please."

"You knew it would piss me off. I don’t know why you’re surprised—"

"Yeah, but I thought it would be like sexy, possessive, fuck me into the mattress mad…" Your words were muffled as your lips brushed against the warmth of his back, speaking directly into his skin. “I didn’t expect you to ask me to move in with you, baby—”

"So, if I didn’t," he interrupted, tugging the blanket over his shoulder, brushing you off in the process. "You wouldn’t be sorry at all?"

You frowned, pulling the blanket back down and reclaiming your spot, pressing yourself against him again.

“Not really,” you admitted, lips finding the little heart tattoo on his shoulder blade that he’d let you needle into him. You pressed a gentle kiss to it, your voice softening into a playful coo. “Was really mad at you. But then you were all stupidly cute and you bought us a fucking houseee, baby.”

Your fingers curled around his bare side, your kisses turning into quick, playful pecks across the tattoo. "And now I am very..." You pressed another kiss to his skin, “sorry.” Kiss. “My love.” Kiss.

He shifted slightly, his body tense but responsive to your touch. You knew you were getting to him, your lips soft against his inked skin, your tone low and slow. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t stop you, not entirely immune to the way your kisses trailed over his back, or the way your fingers skimmed down his side.

“You think you can just kiss me and make it better?” His voice was still low, but there was something softer creeping into it, the edges of his anger starting to blur under your touch.

You gazed affectionately at your softie's back, a smile playing on your lips as you rubbed your nose over the tattoo. “Maybe,” you hummed. “But I can do a little more than kiss you, if that's not enough…” you whispered, your hand trailing lower, brushing just above the waistband of his briefs.

He let out a small, frustrated sigh, but his body betrayed him—muscles relaxing slightly under your touch.

“Brat,” he muttered under his breath, shifting his position to lie on his back, allowing the blanket to slide down his body and reveal his broad, toned chest.

A soft, approving grunt left your lips as you shamelessly drank in the view, your eyes lingering on your favorite tattoo, scribbled prettily across his chest.

You’ve always been vocal about your love for Jungkook’s tattoos—they’re one of your favorite things about him. Some hold more meaning than others, but they're all breathtakingly beautiful. Honestly, with the number of times your nails have raked down his skin while he takes you like an untamed force, you’d think the ink would’ve rubbed off by now.

But your favorite? The tattoo nestled right below his left, perfectly pink nipple.

Your name.

You’ve never been one for tattoos on yourself, and you know people have all sorts of opinions about getting your partner’s name etched into your skin—a curse, they say. But when Jungkook told you, not asked, told you that he was going to get your name tattooed on him, you'd never dropped to your knees so fast in your life.

You were both lounging lazily on his couch, enjoying one of those rare days off, when he told you the news. The next twelve hours were spent on his lap, with the couch left in a state that required professional cleaning. Jungkook was very upset when you had it cleaned while he was at work, but you made it up to him.

By telling him you wanted one too.

You could already picture your sweet Christian mother rolling in her grave at the thought of you getting a tattoo, let alone your boyfriend’s name—the same boyfriend who’s done things to you no amount of repentance could ever erase. But it’s okay. You planned to get it in a place she wouldn’t see, wherever she’s watching from.

When you told Jungkook about your plan to get matching ink, it led to the second most tender and passionate sex you’d ever had—the first being the day you both said “I love you” for the first time. He's a sap like that.

You were supposed to get "Jungkook" etched onto your inner thigh, but the moment the needle touched your skin, you knew there was no way in hell you were sitting through all eight letters. So, you settled for "JK." Still adorable, and you loved it. So did he.

He’s obsessed with it, sometimes spending hours suckling on the ink. He’ll fall asleep with his head in your lap, the tattooed skin nestled in his mouth like a pacifier. His hand gravitates there when you're out to dinner with friends, resting directly on the spot if you're wearing a skirt, over your jeans if you're not.

Jungkook, of course, got your entire first name and let you pick where it would go. He only had one condition: it had to be on the front of his body—somewhere on his chest or maybe his thigh. When you asked why, he simply said he wasn’t getting any other tattoos there. That space was only for you.

You immediately picked the spot under your favorite nipple of his, and rode him into the sunset right after.

Angel isn’t a word most people—well, any people—would use to describe Jeon Jungkook. But for you, it’s that simple.

He’s your angel. Your short-tempered, jealous, possessive, fiery-fisted angel. For forever and then some.

Despite your boyfriend's irritated expression, you could sense the familiar heat building up in him, causing his eyes to darken and his teeth to tug on his lip rings unconsciously. You felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight.

God, you were down so bad.

A sly grin tugged at your lips as you shifted, sliding your leg over his waist to straddle him, your bare heat pressing flush against the hard bulge straining beneath his briefs. A soft, satisfied hum escaped your throat as you leaned down, letting your lips graze along the sharp line of his jaw.

“Thought you liked your bitches bratty,” you murmured, the words brushing against his lip rings. You kissed your way slowly, deliberately down his neck. “Heard Heejin can get real mouthy.”

“Hm, she’s not usually that bad around me,” he said, his tone casual, almost playful. His tattooed fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing lazily along your sides. “Then again, her mouth is usually otherwise occupied.”

Your lips froze mid-kiss against his neck, the heat in the room shifting as a bubbling wave of jealousy swirled low in your stomach. You knew he was only matching your teasing with his own, but it didn’t stop the image from forming—Heejin, beneath you, as you straddled her in this exact position. Only this time, you weren’t smirking. This time, your hands gripped a pillow, pressing it down firmly until her frantic kicks finally stilled.

You recovered quickly, trailing your kisses lower down his chest. “Yeah?” you bit, voice tight as you continued kissing along his skin. “She suck your cock just the way you like it, baby?”

Jungkook swallowed a shiver as you slid down his body, your mouth hovering over his chest. The tension between you thickened as your teeth grazed his nipple, your tongue darting out just enough to tease.

“Yeah,” he answered, voice strained as he felt your hot breath fan over him. “She’s real sloppy with it. Bit surprising, considering she acts like a fucking church girl in the office—”

You waited until his nipple hardened from the sensation of your breath before biting down, hard, sinking your teeth into the sensitive skin.

His reaction was instant—a sharp hiss slipping through his clenched teeth as his fingers dug into your sides on instinct, gripping you hard enough to leave marks.

His hips jerked up against you, the friction sending a spark through your core as he tried to suppress the groan building in his throat at your obvious stake to claim. His restraint was fading, and you couldn't fucking wait.

You followed up with a soft lick, soothing the now-red nub before lowering your mouth to press a wet, possessive kiss over your tattoo on his chest.

“Sorry,” you mumbled insincerely, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him.

Jungkook’s gaze was fiery, narrowed as he looked up at you, but you could see the way his breath quickened, his stomach contracting deliciously beneath your bare heat that he was affected.

The grip on your hips tightened, pulling you down harder as he let out a low warning. "Careful, baby."

You smiled small, dragging your nails lightly over his abdomen as you trailed back up his body. “Sorry, baby. Hyungwon used to love it when I did that—"

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Jungkook was flipping you onto your back, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. The look in his eyes was dark, jaw clenched tight as he loomed over you.

If there was one thing that drove Jungkook over the edge, it was when you mentioned your ex.

"Think you're so funny, hm?" His voice dropped low, a dangerous edge creeping in as his grip on your wrists tightened slightly, his gaze darkening as it scanned your face. You could feel the shift—he was serious now.

You pouted up at him, a small smile still playing on your lips. “Just being honest, love. Hyungwon’s left nipple was really sensitive—”

A deep scoff reverberated from Jungkook’s chest, his fingers tightening their hold just enough to send a shiver down your spine. He leaned down, his nose brushing yours as his jaw clenched.

"If you ever comp—" he stopped abruptly, his breath unsteady, voice shaking with barely-contained rage at being compared to the guy he’d nearly put into a coma the last time he laid eyes on him. His jaw clenched, tongue sliding over the inside of his cheek as he glared down at you. "Say his name again, Y/N. I fucking dare you."

You don't know why you did it.

Maybe you lacked survival instincts. Or maybe it was because you were wetter than the fucking Atlantic.

Oh well. Too late now.

"Hyungw—"

You barely got through the first syllable before you were flipped onto your stomach, your cheek pressed into the mattress, the sudden force of the movement knocking the air from your lungs.

A grunt escaped your lips, your head tilting just enough to catch your breath. You could barely contain the smile threatening to spread across your face, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as a thrill of excitement raced through your veins.

Fucking finally.

Jungkook’s weight vanished from the bed, and though every nerve in your body screamed at you to move, you knew better. You had been here before, too many times to count. Sitting up to look at him would earn you more than just punishment—it would leave you edged and begging for release until you were a writhing, pathetic mess. Normally, you’d relish every second of that torture, but right now you were too fucking soaked and too fucking needy to drag this out any longer. You haven't had his cock inside you since before he left your place for work this morning.

And that was like… seventeen fucking hours ago!

Your body thrummed with anticipation, the ache between your thighs pulsing as you stayed perfectly still, hands flat at your sides. You nuzzled deeper into the pillow with a pleased hum, toes wiggling in eager impatience.

Then came the sound you were waiting for.

He was back behind you, the loud click of the belt buckle confirming it. "'M getting too soft on you, baby." His voice was low, dark.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and you felt the cold brush of the belt against your bare thighs, the sensation jolting straight to your core.

You bit down harder on your lip, resisting the urge to respond. You knew that would only make it worse. And better.

"Let you ignore my texts," he hummed, the belt dragging slowly up the curve of your legs, making you squirm involuntarily under his touch.

"Let you walk around with no fucking panties," he growled, his hands pulling up the hem of his shirt so your body was fully exposed to him. You immediately gripped the fabric, holding it tight so it stayed in place, eager to feel the weight of his eyes on your bare skin.

"Bought you a fucking house."

He rested the belt on your waist, a promise of what was to come, then his fingers trailed lower, sliding exactly where you wanted them. He gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks just enough to let you feel the warm brush of his fingers against your slick heat.

"This what you wanted, baby?" His voice was a low, mocking drawl, dripping with condescension. "You want me to fuck you like the needy little slut you are?"

A helpless whimper escaped your lips, your thighs parting instinctively at his words, betraying the desperation that throbbed through every inch of your body.

It was fucked, really—how easily he could lead you into this hazy, trance-like state with just a few words. In everyday life, you were lippy, hot-headed, the kind of person who would never let anyone walk all over you without a fight.

But with Jungkook? When he controlled you, when he degraded you, it never left you feeling small, not like other inferior men from your past who only managed to make you feel amused or bored.

With Jungkook, it was different. The way he commanded you, as twisted as it was, it made you feel seen. Wanted. Like you were exactly where you needed to be—in his hands, under his control. All you desired was to surrender completely, to let him take and take until there was nothing left.

Maybe you were biased, considering you loved the man currently smirking wickedly above you with every fiber of your being, but who cared? He owned you, and god, did you love every second of it.

Jungkook hummed, his fingers sliding through your wetness, gathering it slowly. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "So wet just from running that fucking mouth of yours, huh?"

Your breath hitched, every nerve firing as he lifted a hand to press lightly on the buckle resting on your back, the pressure sending a delicious ache radiating through you. You could already imagine the sting it would leave, the thought alone making you drip.

Then, his hand trailed back down your side, leaving the belt untouched and useless on your back. You bit back a disappointed grunt.

"All leaky and achy just from imagining Heejin-ah with my cock in her mouth, baby?" His taunt was biting, and you couldn’t stop the irritated noise that bubbled from your throat. He deliberately added the friendly honorific to get a rise out of you. And it worked.

"Oh?" Jungkook's laughter was filled with malice as he lightly traced his thumb over your folds for the briefest of seconds, not enough to satisfy, not even close.

"You don’t like it when I talk about other girls having me like you have me, huh? Not so fun is it, baby?"

His thumb brushed against your clit, fleeting, fast, gone before you could even register the sensation. Your hips bucked, chasing after the contact you craved, but he was already pulling away.

"Funny that," he mused before his tone turned menacingly low. "Because you sure as hell like talking about that boring fucking cuck a bit too much for my liking."

With the last remnants of your composure, you opened your mouth, ready to fire back one last bratty comment. Maybe the lord was on your side, though, because before you could get a word out, Jungkook cut you off.

"Color."

The retort died on your tongue, and before you even processed it, the response was out.

"Bright fucking green."

Jungkook’s mouth came down hot and harsh, his evil tongue licking a fat stripe right down your soaking slit. He took one of your ass cheeks in each hand, parting them effortlessly. You felt more than heard the deep inhale and exhale over your cunt as he dipped his nose into it like a dog would do to their water bowl on a hot fucking day.

Your breathing turned erratic, and your hands curled into fists to stop yourself from grabbing his head and forcing him deeper into your pussy. The way his tongue moved so deliberately, so lazily, only heightened the tension coiling tight in your core. When he had his fill of dragging his nose up and down your slit, his mouth latched onto your clit, slurping it up like it was his last fucking meal.

Your back arched, a strangled moan ripping from your lips as your fingers clawed at your sheets, trying to clutch onto any last thread of sanity. The grip on your ass tightened, keeping you wide open as he went at you with a brutal pace. Your thighs trembled around his head, your hole fluttering at the pleasure he was delivering to your clit. He was relentless, taking out all his anger and frustration on your poor little pussy.

Your cunt couldn’t keep up with him. It was dripping, soaking your boyfriend's face faster than he could lap it up, coating his chin and dripping down to the sheets beneath you. He groaned into your pussy, a low, dirty sound that vibrated right through your core.

"Ah! Fuck baby," you sobbed, burying your face further into the mattress. "Ngh-fuckkk!"

He didn't stop, tongue noisily sucking and flicking at your clit. Then his hand lifted and came down hard on your right ass cheek, the sharp slap sending a jolt straight through you. It ripped a moan from your throat and you forced yourself not to ask for another one.

"Not my name right now," he pulled back enough to scoff.

Before you could respond, Jungkook’s hands were already on you, shifting your body until you were holding yourself up on your hands and knees, your weight settled into doggy position.

He let out a low hum in approval before wasting no time and burying his mouth back into your heat, tongue sliding up and down viciously through your sopping folds.

“Ah-uhhh! Yes, daddy, oh my godddd,” you cried out, your eyes rolling back, hips bucking as his nose pressed deeper into your pussy.

He moaned into you, the vibration rippling through you as his tongue trailed slowly toward the entrance of your weepy hole.

Your evil fucking boyfriend hovered there for a moment, pretending to tease the tight muscle before his lips gave a big, harsh suck. The sound echoed in your ears as he slurped up as much of your slick as he could, coating his tongue before shoving it right into your clenching hole.

“Ah!” Your scream tore raw from your throat, your nails digging sorely into the mattress. His free hand slid up your body, four fingers pressing into the top of your ass cheeks, gripping you with possessive strength, while his thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing it in big, messy circles.

"Daddy -ah! Oh my fuckkk yes, eat your fucking pussy daddy, goddd."

Jungkook groaned lowly into you, eyes fluttering closed as he relished in the taste of the sweetest pussy he's ever had and will ever have in his life. He was manic as he drank from it, slurped at it, rubbed it all over his dirty fucking face. The wet sounds of his tongue pistoning into your hole, his finger sliding over your soppy clit, your fucked-out whimpers while you screamed for your Daddy.

Music to his fucking ears.

Your legs shook, elbows digging into the mattress as you forced yourself to keep form. If it weren't for your boyfriend's firm hand pressed against your stomach, holding you up, you both know you'd be face down on the mattress again.

Jungkook felt the tension in your belly beneath his palm and he knew you were getting close. He let you writhe for a few more seconds before slowing his movements, slipping his tongue from your hole and pressing a kiss to the pretty, puffed outer lips. He gave a wet suckle to your pebbled clit on his way out and finally pulled back with a loud smacking sound.

As much as the whiny cry you let out when he pulled away made his already aching cock throb harder in his briefs, he needed both hands for what he was about to do to you. And you knew it.

His bunny teeth poked out to graze against your inner left thigh, pussy-coated lips puckering to press a soft kiss over the ink that bore his name. Then, his hand pulled back and landed a quick smack on your right thigh, the light sting spreading instantly across your skin.

You understood immediately, a strained groan slipping from your lips as you rolled onto your back, head sinking into the pillow.

The belt buckle had been digging into your skin, so you quickly pulled it from beneath you, tossing it beside you on the bed. Your feet pressed into the mattress, knees bending as your legs spread open once more, leaving your glistening pussy on full display—just the way he taught you.

"Mm," Jungkook hummed approvingly, his eyes raking over your body with that look of dark satisfaction. His hand drifted to his cock, now uncomfortably hard, and gave it a rough palm through the fabric.

When his gaze paused at your chest, where his shirt had slipped back down to cover your breasts, you knew what to do. 

But you didn't want to take it off… it was your favorite.

Instead, you tugged the fabric higher, pulling it up over your tits, shuddering as the material grazed over your sensitive nipples. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips before you bit down lightly on the hem, holding it in place between your teeth.

Jungkook let out a low, dirty groan, his fingers trailing up your thighs, giving the soft flesh a possessive squeeze. "Good girl, baby."

"Thank you, daddy," you keened at the praise, though your response came out muffled with the shirt wedged between your teeth.

You gave a little impatient wiggle of your hips, feeling the mixture of slick and saliva begin to drip out of your pussy the longer it was left unattended.

Jungkook's eyes hooded at the sight, watching as a glob of his spit dripped down from your pussy and disappeared right between your crack. He swallowed hard, hands itching to spread the fat cheeks and watch the liquid pool around your tight, puckered hole. He'd grab your phone and make you bring up Park Hyungwon's contact, force you to Facetime the pathetic fuck, and make him watch as he let more of his spit trail from his mouth right over your greedy ass. Then he'd use his big tongue to shove it deeper and deeper into your winking little hole .

Of course, the Hyungwon part was purely theoretical because you no longer had his number or any contact with that cunt anymore. Jungkook saw to that three days into your relationship. But the other parts—

"Daddy?"

His gaze slowly drifted up to your pretty face when your muffled voice broke him from his thoughts. "Yes, my baby?"

"Wha's da bel' for?" you mumbled, your speech slurred by the fabric of his shirt still caught between your teeth.

Jungkook’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, eyes darkening at the sight of you struggling to speak, and he wasn’t surprised when his cock twitched in response, pressing harder against his stomach.

He glanced at the belt lying next to you. “Was gonna punish you, angel,” he admitted softly.

His hand trailed down, freeing his throbbing shaft from its restraints and kicking the briefs aside. The (non-sexual related) clean freak in him made a mental note to tidy up later.

Climbing onto the bed, he settled between your legs, his weight pressing down on you as his chest melded into your soft, warm skin. A quiet, content sigh slipped from his lips as he let himself sink into you.

“But 'm still very sorry about earlier,” he murmured, his words a gentle apology as his hand brushed along your side, his nose nuzzling against your boob. “And I wanna be a little gentler with you tonight. Is that okay?”

A warmth swirled in your stomach, sending soft flutters through your body. Your hand lifted to thread through his silky, messy hair, your nails grazing his scalp just the way he loved.

“Of cour-kkhm,” His eyes flicked up to meet yours from where his head rested on your chest, and with a bunny smile, his fingers carefully tugged his shirt from your mouth, freeing your lips so you could speak more clearly.

Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to his tattooed fingers, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. “You can have me any way you want, baby,” you whispered softly, your words full of affection. “You know that.”

“Never getting rid of me, you know that, right?” he murmured against the soft skin of your sideboob, his lips puckering to suck a delicate mark into the flesh.

“Would never try,” you sighed, your hand trailing down to rest on his warm, solid back as he licked tenderly over the mark he’d left. “Would fucking castrate you if you even tried to leave me.”

A low, deep laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against your body as he shifted up, his naked form pressing closer until his mouth found its place in the crook of your neck. He mumbled softly, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Would let you.”

You giggled, your head tilting to meet your other half. “Slut,” you mumbled sweetly before connecting your mouth with his. Your lips moved together in perfect sync, tongues lazily lapping against each other, unrushed and full of love.

The taste of you in his mouth had you clenching around nothing as the memory of his filthy tongue buried between your thighs minutes ago resurfaced. Your hips rocked up lightly, exhaling through your nose when the tip of his cock just barely brushed against your sticky clit, the sound loud in contrast to the soft click of your tongues.

Jungkook was no less affected, groaning into your mouth as his fingers tightened around the sides of your waist. His hips shifted down so the full length of his shaft could slip between your slick folds, and he reveled in the loud, squishy noise of your heat enveloping him as he slid back and forth.

“Mmmmhh,” you broke away from his mouth with a sigh of relief, your head lolling back as your body ignited at the feeling of his cock finally returning home. He didn’t make a move to push inside just yet, continuing his deep thrusts, coating his length and balls in your slick as he rutted back and forth. "Shit, baby."

Jungkook’s groan was strained as his hand trailed from your side, slipping between the two of you without moving his head. He reluctantly pulled his cock from your slick folds before two of his fingers were there to replace it, sinking into your heat without hesitation.

"F-fuck," you choked, your chest heaving at the sudden stretch, your body reacting instantly to the familiar intrusion. It was the first time something stiff had been inside you all night, and the relief was overwhelming.

Jungkook groaned low in your ear, letting you adjust for a second before his hunger took over. He pushed his fingers in deeper into your hole, sinking them in fully until his palm slapped loudly against your clit. Then he pulled them out and drove them back in, harder.

"Oh god, b-baby, shitttt." Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, jaw slacking when his long fingers easily reached that spongey part deep inside of you.

He nuzzled into your neck, his lips brushing the hot skin there as his fingers continued their relentless pace, a soft groan escaping his throat. The way your walls squeezed tightly around his fingers like you didn't want him to pull out, the loud sqsch-sqsch-sqsch of your pussy echoing in his ears as he thrusted his hand in and out of your dirty little hole.

God, he was going to cum untouched like a fucking teenager.

“Need to put it in, please, baby,” he begged softly, voice strained with need, his breath hot against your neck. “Need you."

Your hand cupped his face, fingers brushing lightly over his jawline as your eyes fluttered shut. “Take it,” you mewled, breath catching as his fingers slowed. His hips shifted back over you, his heavy balls pressed snugly against your clit. “Take it all, baby. It’s yours.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He withdrew his fingers, his wet hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He exhaled into your neck before slipping back into your folds and you choked out a loud sigh of relief as he finally began to fill you up.

“Shittttt,” he slurred against your neck, his forehead pressing into your jaw as he sank all the way in until his hips were flush with yours. “God, baby... so fucking good.”

His body stayed pressed against yours, his chest melting into your own, every inch of his skin needing to feel yours. His lips ghosted over your collarbone, up your neck, and to your jawline, pressing gentle kisses as he moved inside you with deep, unhurried thrusts.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered, your hands sliding up his back, pulling him impossibly closer. You buried your face into his neck, the scent of Bvlgari and tobacco making your head spin. It was so good. So fucking him.

The warmth of his heavy body on top of you made you feel so safe, so completely his. It fueled the burning ache in your stomach, the pressure in your core building with each deep stroke.

Your brows furrowed, overwhelmed, and your eyes pooled with tears, both from pleasure and emotion. "God, I love you so much, Jungkook. You make me feel so safe a-and loved," you choked out, voice trembling.

Jungkook’s hips stilled slightly, but you felt the way his cock twitched inside you at your words. He pulled his head back, looking down at your tear-streaked face, eyes softening.

"My baby," he mumbled softly, his clean(er) hand lifting to brush away your tears before leaning down to press soft kisses over your flushed skin.

"As long as I’m alive, nothing and nobody will ever hurt a hair on your pretty little head, Y/N." He kissed over the fresh tears, licking the salty liquid off his lips before placing a soft kiss onto your pouty lips. "Besides me, of course, when you ask me to."

A watery chuckle escaped your lips as he added, "I love you more than I love myself, baby. You're my world. I would kill for you," another kiss to the corner of your mouth before he cheekily added, "almost have."

You giggled, shaking your head and leaning up to press a grateful kiss against his lips. You followed it with another, longer one, brushing softly over the cool metal of his lip rings. "Can't wait to live with you, baby."

"Mmm," he groaned in satisfaction, his hips instinctively picking up their slow, deep rhythm at your words. "Yeah? Can’t wait to be trapped in my house, nowhere to run when you’re being a little brat?"

You laughed, breathy from the way he was rolling his hips into you. "Like I get far as it is? You just follow me like a dirty stalker."

His smile turned dark and playful as his thrusts became a little sharper. "Uh-huh, and you think that would stop when we sign some stupid joint tenancy papers?"

You couldn't help the way you clenched around him at that, big eyes blinking up at him in shock. "You're letting me sign the papers with you?"

Jungkook's brows furrowed as if confused. "Baby, it's our house; why wouldn’t you?"

A grunt rumbled from your throat as you pulled him down, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly, his thrusts growing rougher in response to the bite.

The sounds that echoed around your bedroom were wet, needy, the slick squelching with every push and pull as he kept his pace, deep and steady. Your breaths mingled, his lips hovering over yours as he rocked into you.

Jungkook groaned lowly, his hips pressing harder, more urgent. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he rasped, his lips pressing soft kisses along your jaw, up to your ear. “Give it to me every day, and it's still so wet and tight for me, fucking hellll.”

You keened at his praise, biting your lip harshly as his pace quickened. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, thighs squeezing as you pulled him deeper inside you until you were so close you were getting shoved into the headboard with each thrust.

“Ah, bab-uh! Right theree,” you whined, back arching as he hit that spot with precision, his thick head shoving against your g-spot like it was second nature. He knew your body inside out, and still, every time felt like a new fucking discovery.

Jungkook grunted lowly, his lips hovering by your ear as he thrust deeper, harder. “Right there, baby? That’s my spot, isn’t it? Feels so good when I fuck into it like that, huh?”

Your nails dug into his back as you whimpered, completely at his mercy. The slamming of the headboard against the wall was so loud but you couldn't care less. “Yes, yes, fuck, baby, that's yooourr fucking spot, uuh! Fucking take it, baby, godd!"

Jungkook groaned, his hips snapping faster, rougher, each thrust more desperate as he pounded into you. “I will,” he promised, possessiveness dripping from every word. “And you’re gonna give it to me, right, baby? Gonna beg me for it?”

“Please, baby, take it,” you cried out, your legs tightening around his waist. “Take it all, it’s yours. Just fucking take it.”

His hand gripped your hip hard, anchoring you in place as he slammed into you over and over again. He shifted you down a little so your head wasn't slamming into the headboard and his free hand slid down to rub over your slippery clit.

"Whose is it, huh? Who does this dirty fucking pussy belong to? Tell me.”

“You,” you sobbed, your body trembling beneath him, the pressure building in your core so quickly you could barely think. “It’s yours, baby. All y-yours.”

“Say my fucking name when you come,” he demanded, “and you’re gonna take everything I give you, right, baby? Greedy little pussy’s gonna suck up every drop of my fucking load. And you’re gonna hold it in there until I’m ready to turn you into a mama.”

You came so fucking hard.

It hit you all at once—your release crashing through you, your body shaking violently as a broken scream ripped from your throat, nails digging so deep into his skin you knew you’d leave marks.

“Jung—” your breath hitched in a sob “Jungkooookkkk!”

Your body arched into him, every wave of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you limp and trembling beneath him as he kept pounding into you, chasing his own release. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed in your ears, barely drowning out the breathless thank yous tumbling from your lips.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised, his voice strained as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsing as he used you as a fleshlight.

“Gonna be the best daddy,” you cried, legs shaking as you let him abuse your whimpering cunt. “Can’t wait to have your fucking babies. Give you, uh, g-give you as many as you want daddy.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, head thrown back in bliss. “Yeah? Gonna keep popping out babies for daddy until he says you’re done? Gonna let me fuck you so full until it sticks... 'til your belly’s so big you can barely fucking walk, baby?”

You could hear the slick, wet sloshing noise every time he pulled out and slammed back into your pussy, and you swore it was the prettiest sound you’d ever heard.

“Yesss, daddyyy,” you cried out, voice high and desperate. “Please make me a mommy. P-please.”

“Nghhh, fuck!”

With one final deep thrust, he spilled into you, hot and thick, his body trembling as he filled you completely. Your name fell from his lips again as your greedy walls fluttered and clenched around him, eager to milk every last drop of cum from his cock.

But he didn’t stop.

Jungkook’s hips kept rolling into yours, adjusting for a moment at the sensitivity before he sped up, dragging his softening cock against that perfect spot inside you. His thumb was cruel, chasing your swollen clit even as it tried to hide from him.

It was too much, too intense, but you couldn’t stop the way your body reacted—back arching, nails back digging back into his big shoulders, a broken wail spilling from your lips.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered, head falling back as the overstimulation consumed you. “I c-can'tttt—”

“Another one," Jungkook growled, his lips brushing over your jaw, kissing you through every ragged breath. “C'mon, my love, you can do it. One more. One more, then you're done, baby.”

And just like that, it hit you—your second orgasm crashing through your body, leaving your toes curling and vision blurring. You cried out his name, your entire body shaking beneath him as he kept grinding, coaxing you through every wave of pleasure until you were trembling, thighs quivering around his waist.

“God, fuck!” you sobbed, clinging to him as the last of your release pulsed through you, squeezing his soft cock tight as he groaned into your neck. You were limp, shaking, but he stayed right there.

You both knew the chance of actually getting pregnant was very slim, thanks to the implant your arm, and you weren’t ready for that. You think.

But the breeding talk always turned you both the fuck on, and that 1% chance set something dangerous ablaze inside you. The risk, however small, just made it so much hotter.

You let out a content sigh as you crashed back to earth, shaky arms looping around his neck, pulling him down, craving the weight of his body on yours. Jungkook collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses to your skin, still buried inside you

“Did so good, my baby. Always so good for me,” he cooed, his voice low and soft, as his nose nuzzled gently against your skin, brushing over your collarbone.

A breathy giggle escaped your lips as your fingers threaded through his slightly damp hair. “Thought you said you wanted to be gentle tonight.”

Jungkook hummed lazily against your neck, his lips trailing over your skin with a soft chuckle. “That was gentle,” he murmured, sinking deeper into your warm skin.

You snorted softly, shaking your head. “You’re not wrong,” you replied, your chest still heaving slightly as your hand slid soothingly up and down his back. You felt him smile against your neck, his arms tightening around you, his cock still nestled deep, clearly in no rush to pull out anytime soon.

For a moment, it was peaceful—the sound of your mingled breaths the only noise in the room. Then, Jungkook lifted his head slightly, glancing at the soft glow of your Mac screen. His eyes caught the time, and he let out an annoyed groan, burying his face deeper into your skin.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” you asked, your fingers still threading through his hair as you glanced toward the screen yourself. Your heart dropped when you saw the time.

“You’ve got to be up in, like, three hours,” you mumbled, running your hand down his back, your feet sliding up and down the back of his thighs in an attempt to soothe him.

Jungkook’s body tensed slightly at the reminder, his lips still pressed to your neck. You could feel the irritation in his silence, and your heart sank at the thought of him leaving before you even woke up.

“I’ll make your lunch before I come into work at eight, baby,” you offered softly, your voice gentle as you tried to ease his frustration. “I can bring it up to y—”

“I’m not going,” he interrupted, his voice firm but soft against your skin.

Your heart stilled at his words, and you pulled back slightly, trying to see his face. “What do you mean, you’re not going?”

“I’m not going in tomorrow,” he repeated, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “And you’re not either. We’re staying right here until we both get some real sleep.”

You blinked in surprise. “But—”

“And then,” he cut you off again, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, “we’re gonna wake up, pack your shit, and move into our house.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Yeah?” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation.

Jungkook nodded, his lips curving into a soft smile as he leaned down to kiss you pouty lips, his hands brushing back your hair. “Told you, you can’t run from me anymore, baby.”

You grinned against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply, your heart swelling with love.

“I love you so much, my dirty stalker,” you cooed against his mouth, your fingers drifting to trace over your name inked across his chest.

Jungkook’s eyes crinkled as his lips pressed softly against yours again, his body relaxing as he breathed you in. “I love you more, my crazy girl."

[bts-ruu]

TWENTY MINUTES TO FREEDOM

𖠣 Summary: In a city where the law is only an illusion and the real game is played by those who are not afraid to get their hands dirty, Jungkook is a shadow king. The murder of a deputy in broad daylight is not a mistake, but a demonstration of power. A quick trial. Solitary confinement. Two weeks of silence. But he knows you will come. His fearless, loyal to the point of madness woman. When you releases him, you and Jungkook hide in the security room, waiting for the car. But Jungkook doesn't wait - he can't. He really wants to show his girlfriend how much he missed you.

𖠣 Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook x Y/N

𖠣 Age restrictions: 18+

𖠣 Size: one shot (2,7+ k words)

𖠣 Tags: established relationship, criminal au, Jungkook!prisoner, actions, angst, description of violent scenes, murder, weapons, foul language, smut, sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, blowjob, throat strangulation, refusal to orgasm

𖠣 From author: Okay guys this is crazy 🤭 I was just talking to my Love yesterday and she throws me a gif of Jungkook where he is wearing an orange jacket and writes "criminal au, prisoner!jungkook hahaha" and imagine in front of my eyes, literally in a second this short story appears 😆 I wrote it quickly and therefore already public for you. The story is not long, but I think it's intense 🤪 So if you like dangerous and a little crazy Jungkook in the form of a prisoner, please enjoy 😘 I really hope you like it 🥺🙏🏻

𖠣 Dedication: @curse-of-art this story is for you, because without you it would not have happened🤭 adore you Love of my life 🧡

𖠣 Permanent tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooklovee, @kookiesncreamri, @kooko009, @someoneelse0109, @smokinghotstargirl, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @indigomoonchild09, @goldenboysmuse, @hisdecalcomania17, @ggingerismm, @tranquilreign

𖠣 Warning: This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. It contains explicit content, violence, and themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Please note: English is not my first language, so some sentences might be oddly constructed or contain grammatical errors. Thank you for your understanding 🙂‍↕️

Cell 09. Isolated sector. 9:57 PM.

The air was thick—heavy with sweat, dust, and stale oxygen. The gray concrete ceiling pressed down like a coffin lid. A single bulb flickered above, as if mocking him.

He was lying on a narrow bed. Ankles crossed, hands tucked beneath his head.

The orange prison uniform — t-shirt and pants — clung to him like irony. A king in chains.

Jeon Jungkook.

He was waiting. For you. For his girl who always did what she said. He knew — tonight was the night.

The message had come suddenly, but precisely. While he was taking a piss. One of the guards, without a word, slipped him a tiny note:

"10 PM. Big boy."

In that moment, he closed his eyes in satisfaction, a soft moan escaping as if from exhaustion. Finally. Finally you were getting him out of this rotten hole.

Jungkook wasn’t a hired gun. He was the one who hired.

Half the city worked for him. The other half prayed he never remembered their existence. The shadow king. Merciless. Cold. Unforgiving. A human life weighed no more to him than a cigarette burning between his fingers.

He remembered how he ended up behind bars.

Another life, taken by his hand, had brought him to this cell.

He could still smell the smoke and scorched velvet. The nightclub ceiling was still hazy after the blast. Screams echoed through the hall. People were coughing, choking in the haze.

Blood — hot and thick — trailed behind him as he walked through the semi-darkness, pistol in hand.

The bodies of guards lay at his feet.

The face of their boss — an influential lawmaker — no longer existed. It had exploded across the VIP table in the most expensive part of the club.

Jungkook stepped outside. The cops were already waiting. Red and blue lights painted his silhouette. His gun was still warm in his hand. He didn’t lower it. Just looked at them — calm, indifferent, almost bored.

One of the officers flinched, but pulled the trigger anyway. A shot into the air. Then the order:

"Arrest him."

Jungkook didn’t resist. He simply let them cuff him. That night, he didn’t just break the law — he broke the system. The trial was quick. No options.

He’d killed the ‘untouchable.’ In front of witnesses. You were waiting for him after the verdict. Amid the crowd of reporters, guards, prosecutors — you came forward. Wrapped your hands around his face. Kissed him. Your lips parted from his, and you whispered:

"I’ll get you out. Faster than you’ll before you can miss me, Big boy."

They put him in solitary. Maximum security.

No visits. No calls.

Pure silence — for two weeks.

Two weeks without you.

The only thing that kept his mind from unraveling — was you. Your fingers. Your voice. Your skin. Your scent.

Damn, he missed you.

Jungkook lay there, occasionally glancing at the clock.

9:57 p.m.

He couldn’t help but smile. Yeah. He missed you like crazy. Tonight would be the night of his return. And for the city — that would soon remember who truly ran it.

A dull sound echoed in the hallway. A red siren blinked—just for a second. Jungkook sat up on the bed, eyes fixed on the corridor through the bars. The lock on his cell clicked… and slowly opened.

"Fuck…" he muttered, rising to his feet.

And then—your silhouette.

That tight, deadly black suit clung to your curves like sin. A gun strapped to your thigh. Hair cascading down your shoulders. A damn goddess of chaos.

"Hi, baby," you smiled. Your eyes sparkled with untamed fire. "Missed me?"

His smile spread slow and wicked.

"I knew you’d come, my crazy girl," he said, stepping closer.

You didn’t blink, didn’t move, just watched him.

"Of course I came. Barely survived two weeks without my Big boy," you teased, brow arched. "So I didn't get an answer to my question," you insisted playfully.

He was close now. Hands on your waist, pulling you in. His palms slid to your firm ass, gripping hard enough to feel you — truly feel you.

Fuck. This moment felt like heaven.

"I missed my baby like hell," he growled near your lips, then crushed them with his. No mercy. No gentleness.

A kiss hot enough to crack the ground.Your body arched into him. Your hands tangled in his hair, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Time to go," you whispered against his lips, "We’ve got a short window. Night guard changes in twenty minutes. SWAT’s on their way. Car will be out back soon."

"Let’s move, tiny," he rasped.

The corridors of the prison. 22:06.

You walked ahead, paving the way. On the way to the guard room, where you were going.

You gave Jungkook your gun because he was a better shot than you. He killed several guards he met on the way, taking their guns. He put one in his pants waistband and gave the other to you.

After a few minutes, you got to the security room, where Jungkook shot several more guards. He pushed their body out of the room and closed the door.

You stood leaning over a table with monitors and a camera control panel. You pressed a button and all the prison cells opened. You laughed.

"Let the boys join our party." You laughed louder, and then your fingers were pounding on the keyboard, entering some cheats to hack the cameras in exactly 10 minutes so that the police couldn't follow your car and which way you were going. "A little bit of rebellion keeps the destination squad at bay, and we quickly slip by."

Jungkook was standing behind you. He was catching his breath after throwing the two dead bodies into the corridor. His eyes fell on your ass, as it seductively beckoned him to come closer.

His cock stiffened. Damn it, he missed you so much, and he doesn't seem to be able to hold back until you get home.

Jungkook came up behind you, listening to your laugh, which was better than any melody for him. And even better than your laughter were your moans when he was inside you, your screams when he was fucking you mercilessly.

"The car will be here in 12 minutes," you said, not realizing he was right behind you, "We'll make it."

His hands touched your hips. Squeezing tightly and pulling you closer to his side. Jungkook slowly pressed your ass against him and you felt his hard, heavy cock already erect.

You straightened your back, leaning against his chest and putting your hands on top of his. Jungkook's lips touched your ear, and when you turned your head toward him, he pressed his lips to your cheek.

"Oh yes, we'll make it," Jungkook whispered.

"Kook..." you called him softly.

"I missed you like hell. And every time I masturbated here in this fucking cell... I imagined your tight, sweet pussy," he confessed. "I fucking want to fuck you right here on this table."

The moisture between your legs became more abundant with those words. Fuck. He wants to fuck you right here, in the middle of the guard room in the prison you released him from. You didn't mind. On the contrary. Plus one interesting place where you had sex.

You sighed, pressing your ass against his hard cock.

"Don't hold back, honey. I missed you too."

He moaned softly as if he wasn't patient and slipped his hand into your pants, quickly finding your folds. He pushed them apart and immediately slipped a finger into your passage wanting to feel your tightness.

His finger moved rhythmically inside you, the other one touched your clit, making you moan. The breathlessness, the red light of the flashing lamps, the siren that was blaring in the distance-everything disappeared. Only the two of you existed in this moment.

"You're so wet, baby," he whispered, kissing your neck. "Tell me... who did you miss?"

"You..." you almost choked on your excitement. "Your body... the way you touch me..."

Jungkook slid his free hand from your waist down your stomach, lingered for a second on your chest, brought his hand to your throat, and put his hand on it.

"No, say it right," he squeezed your neck, gently but firmly. "For who?"

You turned your head as far as you could to face him. He saw sparkle in your eyes.

"For my Big boy..."

"That's a good girl," he accelerated his movements on your clit and at the same time kissed you, filling your mouth with his tongue. A kiss, wild, hungry, bordering on madness. You moaned right into his mouth, which made Jungkook harden more and more.

In a few movements, his fingers and you came on his fingers. Jungkook let go of you, you breathed heavily feeling the pleasure spreading over your upper thighs.

Jungkook turned you around to face him. Your face was relaxed, satisfied that you had come. You smiled, and he didn't even think about doing so. He was overcome with lust and desire, wanting to penetrate every hole in your body.

Jungkook pulled you to him, kissed your lips, and when he pulled back a few centimeters, he purred right in front of them.

"I want a blowjob. So come on baby, please your Big Boy with your skillful tongue," your eyes met and it was like an explosion. Your eyes hungry for his offer filled with lust, his eyes sly full of anticipation from your ability to give the perfect blowjob.

He took a step back and pulled down his pants. His big, aroused cock bounced as he pulled it out of his boxers. You stared at its length and realized that you really missed your big boy terribly.

You knelt down in front of him, feeling your knees touch the cold floor, but you didn't care. Your fingers confidently wrapped around the base of his cock, hot, hard, and throbbing in your hand. This one touch made him shudder, letting out a low growl.

"You're always so submissive when you kneel for me..." his voice was hoarse, full of rage and passion. "Such a good girl. My..."

You licked your lips, keeping your eyes on him. And then you leaned down and gently ran your tongue from the base to the tip, enjoying the way he shuddered and held his breath. His hand was immediately on the back of your head, his finger circling your ear, forcing you to get even deeper into the role.

"Yes... fuck... I've missed your mouth..." he groaned as you took him deeper, allowing yourself to stretch your lips along its length. He was huge, and you knew how much he liked it when you took every last inch of him.

You moved rhythmically, pulling him deeper and deeper, and played with his balls with your palm. Tears slowly appeared in the corners of your eyes from the depths, but you didn't stop. You could hear him moaning, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily, him trembling in your hands.

"Yeah, that's right... You're so good when you suck, baby..." he hissed, leaning down to see you working your lips and tongue greedily.

You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling, your mouth full of his cock, and your saliva running down your chin. Jungkook grinded his teeth as he gripped your hair tighter.

"Just a little more, sweetie. A little more..."

And when he almost reached the edge, you suddenly pulled away, licking your lips and smiling. His eyes flashed with fury.

"You... you little fucking temptress..." his voice is low and shaky. He grabs you by the waist and literally lifts you into the air, tilting you onto the monitor table, which almost cracks beneath you. In one motion, he pulls off your pants and panties, carelessly lowering them to your knees, not even letting you recover, and then he enters you sharply, deeply, as if you simply cannot stand it.

"Fuck... yes..." you gasp, your head falls to your hands on the keyboard. He takes you wildly, hard, furiously. His movements are ruthless, his hands hold your hips so that you don't run away, so that you don't move without his permission, so that you are his - here and now.

"Tell me whose you are..." his voice is right in your ear, each thrust making you gasp for breath. "Whose fucking are you?"

"Yours... yours, Big Boy..." you scream, bursting with pleasure. "I'm all yours..."

His hand comes down on your throat again, that dominant, arousing ferocity that makes you go crazy. He lifts you up, holding you to his chest, not stopping to fuck you.

He lifts your turtleneck, exposing your breasts. They fall out and he immediately grabs them with both hands. They are the perfect size for his big palms. When he squeezes them, they only slightly bulge out of his palms. They are so soft, so full. Jungkook pinches your nipples, and you scream out. He laughs stupidly in your ear.

"Come on, girl. Come again... I want to feel you squeezing me from the inside..."

He bends you over again. You put your hands on the table. He sped up his movements. You were shuddering so much as Jungkook fucked you furiously.

And you couldn't take it anymore. Your whole being explodes, a wave of pleasure rolls over you so hard, you whimper loudly.

A second later, he comes inside you, trembling, squeezing your thighs as if the world had disappeared and it was just him and you, in this bloody, dark prison where your love merges with danger.

Jungkook doesn't let go of you right away. He holds you close, his breathing heavy, his heart beating in unison with yours. You rise up tiredly, and he turns your face around and kisses you gratefully.

Jungkook gets out of you and doesn't immediately put on his boxers. He takes a step back and breathes heavily, trying to calm his frantic breathing.

Unlike him, you immediately pull on a thong and pants, feeling his sperm leaking out of you. You look at the monitors with eyes blurred by orgasm and speak with interrupted breathing.

"The guys arrived five minutes early. We finished on time," you turned to him and your eyes immediately fell on his naked cock, which was soft. You looked away and saw his more than satisfied smile.

"Fuck, that was incredible. I'm going to fuck you again when we get home."

You smiled, glancing briefly at his cock.

"You sound promising."

Jungkook reached down and pulled up his boxer shorts. In a moment, he was standing there clothed and only your heavy breaths and the smell of sex gave away what had really happened in this room.

"Hold on baby, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your name. I have to catch up every day I missed without you that I spent in this fucking cell," he pulled you close and kissed you, intertwining your tongues in a dance of love, passion, and madness.

You laughed when he parted your lips.

"I hope so. Because I'm going to collect all debts every take of debt you owe me, too, Jeon Jungkook..."

The corridors were dark and the alarm siren was blaring. But that was exactly what you had anticipated - and that was your advantage.

"This way!" you pointed to a black door with a combination lock. You'd broken it yesterday, when you first entered the building as a lawyer.

Jungkook pressed his back against the wall as you stepped out into the technical corridor. Through a ventilation shaft, a narrow passage, an old iron staircase, and finally a hatch to the maintenance tunnel. You dove down and found yourself in the sewer branch that you had included in your escape plan.

A few minutes later, a dark black jeep with tinted windows was driving out of the industrial zone. Jimin was driving, impeccable as always. Behind him were two more. People you trusted.

Jungkook held you close as he put you in the car, keeping his eyes on you.

"Welcome home, buddy," Jimin said. Jungkook clapped his friend on the shoulder, so happy to see him.

"Oh yeah, we're going to have a big party now, aren't we?" he hinted that the police would be looking for him even harder now. After all, he is now a fugitive.

This is the same gif that led to this story 😝

[bts-ruu]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 15/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning, binding, domination, subordination

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi Army 💜 I hope you're doing well 🥰 I wrote a new chapter 15 for you 😍 I would like to thank you all so much for how you reacted to chapter 14 🥺 Your reaction to Y/N being Kang Tehwon's daughter was just incredible 🤭 You said so many kind words to me, that I'm still under the influence of my emotions 💗 THANK YOU AND I BOW to everyone who loves my story so much and supports my creative 🥺😭 It means the world to me ❤️‍🔥 So a new chapter, and new feelings and actions. I have written an interesting intimate scene for you, you can also understand what I mean if you pay attention to the title of the chapter 🤭❤️‍🔥 So I am waiting for your feedback and thoughts on this chapter 💜 LOVE MY ARMY ❤️‍🔥 So @curse-of-art Love, this chapter is completely yours because you are my favorite pervert 😝🤪

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: This section contains scenes containing BDSM elements (binding, domination, submission), as well as sensual and explicit content. The material is intended for adult readers 18+❗️If topics of power, control, or physical stimulation may be sensitive to you, please read with caution. All actions in the scene are based on the principles of: conscious consent, safety, and mutual trust. English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text.

Chapter 15. Bond. Devotion. Submission. Madness

You barely opened one eye. Somewhere outside the window, through the gap between the black curtains, the dawn was gently making its way in. You made an effort and opened your eyes fully with a heaviness that seemed to belong not to your body but to your soul. Your whole body felt heavy, and your head... as if a small drummer with stone sticks was pounding on it.

"Oh, shit..." you muttered, and a groan escaped your lips.

Your fingers slipped on the blanket... and then on someone else's T-shirt. Your body was too warm, and only now did you realize that you were lying in Jungkook's bed. And you were wearing his T-shirt. It smelled like him-a light citrus, shower gel, and something that was only associated with him. Last night... you let yourself go. Completely. Without any limits, without fear, and most importantly, without rules.

"Fuck Sukhi... And all your rules too...". You remembered your own words, spoken when alcohol opened the door to your truth.

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. The events of the previous night ran through your mind. Your fingers sliding over his body, his lips speaking frankly and sincerely... your sobbing when he was inside you, how this sex was not ordinary, it was like a revelation. Something you both experienced in a new way.

You remembered falling asleep in his arms, pressing into him so tightly, as if you wanted to become one with him. You knew you wanted to, and you allowed yourself to feel everything you had been repressing for so long. Of course, it didn't promise to end well, but you tried to ignore the version of yourself that was used to thinking ten steps ahead.

You drank a lot last night, but you remember everything to the smallest detail. How Jungkook left, leaving you with a last words:

"...I won't touch you again."

These words kept replaying in your head over and over again. And you had to admit to yourself: he spoke very convincingly at the time.

You were angry. But what exactly made you angry the most? His admission that he and Sukhi really had sex? Or maybe what he said so confidently: "You're jealous..."?

Maybe it was those two things that ruined your mood for two whole days.

And then there was Jungkook and his silence.

On Friday, he didn't write a single word. Not a call, not a message. You kept checking the chat room to see if he was online. "Online a minute ago," it kept saying.

Who is he chatting with? Maybe just in work chats?

You wanted to write several times. You even typed a message saying that you didn't want to return the "no sex" rule. But you read it again and immediately deleted it. It looked pathetic. As if you were asking him not to stop fucking you. As if you needed it more than he did. You threw the phone on the bed and locked the screen.

In the evening, called Jisu.

She quickly noticed your bad mood and started asking questions. You just shrugged it off: "I had a fight with Jungkook. I don't want to talk about it." Jisu, as always, was persistent. But you remained silent.

Then your friend mentioned that the results of the competition ‘EON Creative’ had applied for were due tomorrow. Your project had been selected.

But you hardly listened. Because at that moment, you heard the sound of a lock the door of Jungkook's apartment. You rushed to the peephole and managed to see only his back.

You hurriedly said goodbye to Jisu, lying that your grandmother was calling.

Saturday was not a good day. You tried to distract yourself with housework, but thoughts of Jungkook kept coming back. You checked your chat with him several times again and saw that he hadn't logged on since last night. The last time he was online was at 11:33 p.m.

You realized that you needed to relieve the tension because if you sat at home alone again and waited for Jungkook to come to you (and it seems he won't), you would explode.

You called Jisu and asked her out for a drink, and she agreed without hesitation.

You arrived at the bar around four o'clock. Jisu was already waiting for you there. You sat for a long time and drank wine. Jisoo was desperate to know the reason for your fight with Jungkook, so you decided to tell her.

Half of it was the truth, hiding the true nature of your relationship, and half of it was a fabrication. From truth — you said that Jungkook's fiancée had asked you to leave his life. And that he himself confirmed that they had sex.

"What a bitch!" Jisu exclaimed so loudly that several people looked over. "How dare she even tell you that? He made a choice in your favor. Why won't that snake calm down?!"

You smiled. Her indignation warmed you.

"It's not that simple, Jisu," you said, and took a sip of wine. "It's all an arrangement. Corporate games. They don't care about feelings. Jungkook's parents see me as a temporary fling."

"To hell with his parents!" Jisu snapped. "The important thing is that he loves you. And you love him, too. If you both want it, fight for it. You'll win."

You leaned your chin on your hand, staring indifferently at your nearly finished glass. She doesn't understand anything. There is no love. There never was.

You smiled sadly. You were really jealous. And you missed him very much. You missed his voice, his touch, you wanted to be close to him so that your insides trembled at his presence.

But how did it happen? You became attached to this man too quickly. The sex with him, his self confidence concerning you, and the idea that you were his, playing a cruel joke on you.

That damn Jungkook, what he did to you?

"He doesn't love me..." came out of your mouth. You wanted to admit in a burst of emotion that you were a fake couple, but you stopped yourself in time. You looked at Jisu, who was staring at you, and panicked.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's clear as day, he's head over heels in love with you," your friend said confidently. She called the waiter and ordered soju. "I've seen the way he looks at you."

Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach clenched. You took a sip of your wine, finishing it off.

"How does he look at me? He's looks at me the usual way," you said, holding back the tremor in your voice, but you wanted to hear more.

"No, girl, it's definitely not a normal look. Believe me," she poked her finger into her chest, "I know what a man in love looks like. And your Jungkook is not only in love, he's obsessed with you."

You burst out laughing. It was so funny to hear her say that and know that what she said was complete nonsense. He's an Oscar-winning actor, not someone who knows how to love. While you were laughing, they brought you soju and some snacks.

Jisu raised her eyebrows as she watched you laugh at her words. She poured you some soju and shoved a shot glass of alcohol into your hand.

"I'm telling you seriously, I saw all those photos, and most importantly his eyes, at the corporate party. The way he held you close to him, the way he secretly watched your every move, as if you were the most valuable thing in that room. I'm telling you he loves you, so you shouldn't doubt his feelings for you."

You froze with the glass in your hands and stared at the clear liquid. It's a lie. It's all a lie. His views are a lie, his behavior is a lie. But you…like these lies.

At some point you realized that you like playing his girlfriend. You like the idea that he's yours, even if he's not really yours.

Sex with him became a drug for you.

You knew it was risky to get involved in a game where everything was supposed to be a fiction. And you played it. Here you are, unable to tell where the role ends and the real you begins.

You drank soju. You wanted to get drunk so that you wouldn't remember anything, wouldn't understand anything. You wanted to get rid of all thoughts of him for one night, and just fall asleep unconscious.

You continued to drink, and you got drunk quickly because you hardly ate. Jisu was telling you something about herself, and then the conversation gradually turned to work.

"Hey, Y/N, did they even pay you for the two weeks you worked?" Jisu asked. Her speech was no longer clear, but still understandable. You felt a little dizzy.

"Yes," you said, "Two and a half million came into the account..." you froze, because you wanted to say that it wasn't enough and that you were out of work, but suddenly an image of Jungkook appeared in your mind, saying: "I'll pay you for the time you'll be at home."

Bingo. That's the reason why you can go to this asshole... to see him for a few minutes. To get the promised "salary" out of him.

Fingers snapped in front of your eyes, and you flinched.

"Hey, did you fall asleep?" Jisu asked, leaning closer. You looked at your friend's face as if you were seeing her for the first time. But the thought of Jungkook was already firmly in your head: you would go to him. And you will demand what is rightfully yours.

You stood up abruptly, making Jisu flinch. The world shook before your eyes, but you resolutely grabbed the bag.

"I'm going to him," you said.

"What? Where? To Jungkook? We talked about the salary," Jisu's eyes grew round. She didn't understand why you suddenly decided to go to him.

"Yes. I want to look him in the eye. And maybe I'll tell him everything. Or at least look at him..." You smiled sincerely, drunkenly, stupidly.

"God, you're crazy... What's going on in your little head right now? We haven't talked about your Jungkook for a while..." she stopped talking, looking at your determination. Then she sighed and shook her head. "Ahhh, of course, go. You're obsessed with him, too. You're the perfect couple."

You laughed, swaying slightly, and said that you would take a taxi and that she didn't need to see you off.

Twenty minutes later, after a journey you barely remembered, you were standing in front of a familiar door. Your heart was pounding, but you desperately pounded on his door, forgetting that there was a doorbell. It was stupid to come to him in this state. But you wanted to see him and nothing mattered anymore, not the rules, not your pride, not your common sense.

You lifted your heavy head from the pillow and looked around - Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

You carefully got out of bed, feeling your head pounding even more. You went to the living room and noticed your pants on the couch and your phone in your pocket. You didn't even have the strength to be happy that you hadn't lost it. Unlocking it, you quickly typed a message to him:

📱8.45 | You: "Where are you? I'm awake."

A second later, you typed another message.

📱8.45 | You: "When are you coming?"

Jungkook read both messages almost instantly - but didn't reply. You watched the chat intently until a message appeared next to his name: "was online just now." He logged out of the chat.

You threw the phone on the couch in frustration. You didn't know whether to go home or wait. You ran your hand over your face.

Sitting down on the edge of the couch, you took a deep breath and exhaled. Your bladder announced that it urgently needed attention, and you barely gathered your strength and went to the bathroom.

You walked up to the mirror after doing your business and were horrified by your appearance, to say the least.

There was an owl looking at you in the mirror. With big eyes, a little puffy, with disheveled hair and the remnants of yesterday's mascara under her eyes.

"Fine... just Miss Korea," you grumbled and turned on the cold water, washing your face quickly. You wiped your face with a dry towel and wiped off the mascara. You brushed your teeth with the toothbrush Jungkook had given you yesterday. Then you took a quick shower.

You came out with damp hair and his T-shirt on again. Your stomach growled shrilly and loudly. When you were hungover, your body always asked you to eat, to eat a lot. And you were uncomfortable going and rummaging through Jungkook's refrigerator. Luckily, there was fruit on the kitchen table.

You picked up a banana and peeled a slice to satisfy your stomach's hungry cries before Jungkook returned.

You took a second bite, and at that moment you heard the familiar sound of the combination lock. The door opened and he appeared on the threshold.

Because Jungkook's kitchen flowed smoothly into the living room, you could see him right at the entrance.

Your eyes met. You froze with the banana in your mouth, and Jungkook smiled as he watched. You slowly took a bite and smiled back, feeling your heart about to rip out of your chest.

Your eyes quickly ran over his figure. His T-shirt was stuck to his chest, and his gray sweatpants were too tempting on him. He was a little flushed from running. His gaze drifted to the bathroom and then to you.

You were standing there barefoot, wearing his T-shirt, without bra and with damp hair.

"Hi..." you said, confused.

He silently looked you up and down. His lips stretched even wider in a cocky smile. He walked over, keeping his eyes on you, holding a package in his hands. Jungkook stopped a step away, set the bag on the countertop, and tugged lightly at the edge of his T-shirt you were wearing.

"You know..." he said, "my shirt has never looked so sexy."

You held your breath, unconsciously clutching the banana in your hands. He pulled you around the waist with one arm, your faces close together. Your eyes fell on his lips. You almost moved forward...

"But my face is so swollen, it looks like it's asking to be on the cover of a hangover textbook." You joked, trying to ease the tension. Jungkook laughed out loud, hugging you with both arms. You were pleased to feel his warmth. "Did you go for a run?" you asked, noticing his hair was damp with sweat.

"Yes, I went for a run," he confirmed. You nodded, accepting his answer and you both fell silent. You looked at each other for a few seconds.

His hands slowly began to sink lower. Your stomach fluttered, and a wave of excitement passed between your legs.

You panicked.

"I must have said a lot of stupid things last night?" you tried to escape into the conversation. It’s okay if you have sex when the morning’s just started?

His hands skillfully and quickly slipped under your T-shirt, touching your bare buttocks. Jungkook squeezed your tender flesh and you instantly felt the moisture leaking onto your underwear.

"I liked all the stupid things you said yesterday," he murmured, holding you closer to him. The next moment, his lips touched your neck, and you reflexively closed your eyes, losing all resistance.

"I was bold yesterday..." you said barely, trying to say that you had drunk too much to be saucy with him. Jungkook didn't stop, enjoying every millimeter of your skin.

"Yes, you were very bold," he said with pleasure in his voice, as if he didn't mind your behavior yesterday at all. You slowly swallowed your saliva and couldn't help but gasp when he bit your earlobe.

"I..." you tried to remember how to speak, because Jungkook's lips and hands were not letting you rest, "I said about money... I don't need..." you finally said. Jungkook stopped. He pulled away from your neck and looked into your eyes.

"What do you mean? Why you don't need money?" he asked. You pulled away, embarrassed.

"Well... I don't need money yet. I mean, you promised me that you would pay for... um, for my part in the deal, but I have money now and I don't need it..." you mumbled, not turning your head, and when you realized that Jungkook wasn't answering, you looked up at him. He was smiling lightly, and for some reason his smile made you even more nervous.

"Then why did you come yesterday? If you don't need money?" his voice sounded mocking.

You held your breath, quickly thinking of a response. You can't tell him that you came to see him because you missed him.

You tried to pull away from his arms, but he didn't give you a chance to escape.

"Did you come because you missed me?" he asked again, his lips close to yours.

"No," you quickly lied.

"Yes," Jungkook assured you.

"No," you denied again. "I don't remember why I thought you should give me money rather right then..."

Jungkook didn't believe you, and you could tell by the look on his face.

"Anyway, kitten, I'm glad you came," he said softly and finally kissed you. You froze, feeling his sweet, warm lips.

Jungkook immediately deepened the kiss, putting his tongue in your mouth. You responded by hugging his neck. Your kisses were pure pleasure, and the strength of his body made your desires rise to the surface.

Jungkook broke the kiss. He looked at you for a second and then let go. He walked over to the package, and you stared in disappointment. You felt your cheeks turn red. You thought he would want to continue, and that it would end with another sex, but he just walked away. God, are you so obsessed with him that you think every kiss has to end in sex?

You walked away and sat down at the table, desperately trying to hide your blush. You finished your banana and heard him rustling the bag.

Jungkook put a disposable box of soup on the table in front of you, which was still hot. Your eyes rounded.

"I bought you some hangover soup," you heard him say over your head. You reflexively turned your head to meet his black eyes, "I thought your head would hurt..." you were touched and shocked at the same time. His concern was amazing, and you would never have thought that someone like him would buy hangover soup to ease your suffering.

Jungkook noticed you staring at him for a long time and smiled again. He leaned over you, looking into your eyes.

"I'm good boyfriend material, aren't I?"

You blushed and quickly turned your head away. God, what is he doing? You just come drunk and told to him yesterday that you didn't want to go back on your rule. Why is he acting like you're a couple for real?

You swallowed in embarrassment, trying to keep your cool.

"I guess..." you said getting back to the soup. Jungkook froze over you for a moment. His smile disappeared. He pushed himself up and continued to put the food on the table.

Jungkook had decided to have egg sandwiches, Korean rice balls with tuna and kimchi for breakfast today, and he also bought croissants salty with cream cheese and sweet with chocolate, fresh orange juice, and fruit. He put everything on the table, then gave you a spoon and went to make coffee.

Jungkook sat down across from you, placing a cup of coffee on the table, and the aroma of it pleasantly filled your nostrils. You had already eaten a few spoonfuls of soup and looked at his cup of coffee. Jungkook noticed you staring and asked:

"Shall I make you some too?" He was referring to the cup of coffee. You smiled and nodded your head in the affirmative.

"Yes, please," you said. Jungkook froze there for a moment looking at you. You also froze, not understanding why he was staring. "What?" you asked, frightened. You touched your face with your hand, thinking that maybe you were dirty.

He got up and left without answering. You bit your lip. His behavior was strange. You heard the sound of the coffee machine and continued eating. Jungkook brought you some coffee and sat down.

"By the way, I was going to go to your place yesterday." he said, watching you ate soup.

"Really?" you asked looking up at him. "Why? Did you miss me?" you joked. Jungkook smiled slyly.

"Yes, but not as much like you," he replied, and you barely swallowed the seaweed. You coughed and looked down at your plate. "Actually, I wanted to tell you that we're going to Jeju this Thursday with my friends."

You turned your head sharply. Your eyes were shining with joy.

"Jeju? Oh my Gosh, I've been dreaming of going there for so long," you confessed. Jungkook smiled, your reaction was so sincere.

"Yes," he confirmed. "Yesterday I got word that my father is going to announce my engagement to Suhy on a Friday morning, so this is a good opportunity to break it off again."

Your joy was gone. You calmly went back to eating, not showing your disappointment at his news. For some reason, you thought it was another attempt to put on a show in front of his friends and journalists, but it wasn't. It’s was escape.

"If you're not here, they won't be able to announce it without you?" you asked.

"Yes. I have to be there to confirm this information, and if I'm not there, they can't announce it."

You pushed the soup away and picked up a cup of coffee and a chocolate croissant.

"Okay, let's do it," you said, agreeing to go. You tried to console yourself with the fact that you would have a good time in Jeju.

As you ate in silence, you felt a strange tension, and you took a bite of the croissant and noticed with peripheral vision that Jungkook was looking at you again.

You gave him an ask look. He shook his head in denial, saying "nothing." You turned away and continued chewing.

The silence between you was broken by the sound of the phone ringing. Someone was calling you. You got up and went to the couch where you had left your smartphone. When you saw your boss's name on the screen, you almost choked on the food in your mouth. You quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Greetings, Han Y/N-shi," the boss's voice was reserved and cold.

"Greetings," you answered excitedly.

"How are you doing?" he began from a distance.

"Thank you, I'm fine, Kang Yongwon," you felt excited. Had he called to ask you to come back?

"I'm glad to hear that," he said dryly, "I'll get right to the point, if you don't mind," your boss's voice was tense.

"No, I d…" you wanted to say that you didn't mind, but he interrupted you. You didn't notice that Jungkook was standing behind you. And as soon as he touched your back with his chest and leaned his head toward the phone, you turned slightly in his direction.

"Han Y/N, as you may recall, before the scandal with you, we submitted a project of yours to the ‘Seoul Creative Awards 2025’,"

Of course you remembered, and you remembered that Jisu had said that the results of the contest were due today.

Before your suspension, you had created several projects for the PR department, one of which was a campaign concept for a small organic cosmetics brand based in Busan. Your idea was to tell the stories of women who are rebuilding their lives through natural beauty through a series of documentary videos, social integrations, and virtual spaces.

The entire campaign was built on personal stories - and inspired, of course, by your own. The project made a splash, and it was this case that ‘EON Creative’ submitted to the ‘Seoul Creative Awards’.

"Yeah, I remember," you said discreetly.

"So it made it to the final. The thing is that the jury requires the author to present the project in a live performance, because it's clear that it has a personal touch. So I'd like to ask you to come to the office and prepare for the presentation."

You look at Jungkook, even more excited to be asked to return to work. Jungkook continued to listen with interest.

"I'm getting my job back?" you asked, wanting to be sure. There was a few seconds of silence on the phone, and then your boss answered.

"Unfortunately, no, Y/N-shi. This is a necessary measure because we need your direct participation. Unfortunately, the consequences of your actions are still having an impact on the company, so I can't bring you back so quickly. However, if you don't want to work on this project, for which the company will of course pay you, you can refuse. But know that this is a very important competition for us."

You frown. Your boss isn't going to hire you back. But this project is a good opportunity to show that you are a valuable employee. This project is important to ‘EON Creative’, so if you win, it will help restore your reputation and prove that they need you. So you decided to accept. It was a chance, the only chance to make things right.

You nervously clutched the phone in your hand, pressing it to your ear. Your heart was beating faster.

"I'm going to present my project at the competition," you said, "When should I start preparing?"

"You made the right choice," Yongwon's voice sounded more than pleased. "The final is this Thursday, so the sooner you start preparing, the better. Can I ask you to come to the office today so that we can form a team to help you?"

"Yes, of course, what time should I come over?" you asked, Jungkook turned away from the phone but stayed behind you.

"It's Sunday, and I don't want to be pushy, but will you be able to come at 11:00 in the morning?"

You nodded, but of course your boss didn't see that, so you added.

"Yes, I'll be there at 11 o'clock."

"I'll be waiting for you. See you then."

You ended the call, and as soon as you put the phone down, Jungkook touched your shoulder. Your face was tense, your eyes slightly glistening.

"Are you upset?" he asked quietly. You turned around to face Jungkook.

"To be honest, yes. I was hoping he'd let me work again. But if that's the case, then so be it. It's a good opportunity to prove to him that I'm a good worker," you smiled sadly.

Jungkook was silent for a moment, and then he hugged you-for the first time with a soft tenderness you hadn't expected from him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry that I caused all this to happen to you, but I promise I'll make it right," he smiled lightly, and you stared at him mesmerized.

"Who are you? Where did you put the real Jungkook, who doesn't know how to apologize?" you joked, resting your hands on his chest.

Jungkook hummed, tilting his head to the side.

"I'll do all this for you only if you play the role of my girlfriend well, so that Sukhi and my parents will leave me alone forever," he said without hesitation. Your eyebrows flew up.

"Ah, here he is. He hasn't gone anywhere," you said indignantly and pulled away from his arms. You sighed heavily. "You're a real pain in my ass, Jeon," you summarized the whole situation. After all, it was his fault that you were out of work. You walked over to your pants and wanted to put them on, but Jungkook grabbed your hips, leaning against you.

"I haven't been in your ass yet to hurt you there," he muttered, pressing his lips to your cheek. You grabbed his arms, trying to get away from him. Your pants fell to the floor.

"You'll never be there, you pervert, let me go, I have to go home. I have to get ready to go to the office."

Jungkook didn't seem to hear you, he kissed you and your neck, not giving you a chance to get free.

"I can drive you, I have a meeting in that neighborhood," he said. You continued to struggle with Jungkook, but you were glad he offered to drive you. It was supposed to be hot today, and you didn't want to be in a crowded, stuffy bus.

"Okay, give me a ride," you agreed. Jungkook finally let go of you.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, please stay, I have to talk to you."

You straightened his hair, which he had tousled, and watched him go to the bathroom.

"What the conversation?" you were indignant. But Jungkook didn't answer, his broad back was already behind the door.

Confused, you looked around, wondering what he wanted to talk about. Your eyes fell on the table with the food on it. You decided to clean it up to somehow thank him for his concern.

You cleared away the leftovers, washed the plates, and then went to the bedroom to make the bed behind you. Suddenly, you found yourself thinking that the two of you were acting... like a real couple. It scared you.

You have to leave. You should pack your things and go to your apartment, but he wants to talk. And you were nervous that he didn't say what the conversation was about.

You wanted to find a bedspread to make the bed with, so you started opening all the doors in the bedroom.

You opened the closet door, looking for what you needed, and suddenly your eyes came across something unusual.

There were ordinary clothes hanging on the coat rack. But behind them was an unusual red box. It was not completely closed. You pulled it closer, opened it and were terrified.

Inside were handcuffs, a black leather collar, ropes, and a whip.

"What the..." you whispered, pulling out the handcuffs. They were already open, as if someone had recently removed them from their wrist.

Jealousy flared somewhere in your chest. Did he really do BDSM? Did Jungkook tie up women? Did he beat them with this whip? You imagined his hands fixing other people's hands. And you felt disgusted.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" a voice said behind you.

You turned around jerkily. Jungkook was standing in the doorway of the room, just like yesterday, wearing only a towel. Water was still dripping from his hair. His eyes immediately fell on your hands.

"I was looking for a blanket," you said with an annoyed smile, "But I think I found something better. How many women have you tied up with this?"

He smiled, lightly, almost teasingly.

"Not as many as you think."

"Oh, you're really a pervert, aren't you?" you poked him with the handcuffs, "You like to dominate, to tie women up and command them?"

"Jealousy of my exes, again," he said brazenly, coming closer. You laughed hysterically. He loves to provoke you.

"You think so highly of yourself, Jeon. I just think your sexual inventory tells more about you than you do."

He didn't answer. Instead, he came even closer, and his face stopped just a centimeter from yours.

"Do you want to try it?" he whispered.

"What?" you asked, frozen.

"To be tied up? And a little bit of submission?"

"I..." you wanted to say no, but you didn't have time.

Suddenly, he snatched the handcuffs from you, turned you around to face the closet, and gently but firmly raised your arms above your head. The metal clicked, and you were chained on the coat rack.

"Jungkook!" you shouted, but your voice sounded more surprised than angry.

"Kook," he reminded you of what you were supposed to call him, pressing his body against your back, his hands finding your hips and pressing them against his crotch, "Tell me, kitten… do you want to find out how pervert you really are?"

Your breath came faster. Between your legs, it was wet again. You were surprised at your reaction to his prank.

"Quickly untie my hands," you tried to save your pride. You never thought you would get excited about being handcuffed.

Jungkook touched his lips to your ear, leaving a weightless, warm kiss on it. His hand slipped under your thong, pushing the folds apart. He moaned softly in your ear.

"I think your pussy speaks for you more than you do," he massaged your clit, feeling how wet you were. You bit your lip to hold back your own moans. You mentally scolded him for using your own words against you again. You could feel his hard cock resting on your buttocks through the fabric of the towel.

You closed your eyes, trying to somehow keep your balance, both in body and mind. His touches were not just bold, they awakened something primal in you, something that you did not yet know how to recognize out loud. And then he whispered in your ear again.

"I'm going to show you your true version of you. The one that doesn't even know who a 'proper girl' is. But I won't do anything without your permission, kitten. Just say no, and I'll stop," his voice was surprisingly soft, deep, and it went right down to your bones.

You did not answer. And that silence seemed to be the loudest of all the consents. Jungkook understood this better than words. With one hand, he grabbed the elastic of your underwear and slowly pulled the thong down until it fell to the floor.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, almost pleading, not sure if you were asking him to stop or to never stop.

"Kook," he corrected you again with a light laugh, not stopping rubbing your clit. His middle finger entered your passage and you couldn't hold back a moan. Jungkook turned your head and kissed you, with his tongue. Deeply, passionately, so that the floor just left under your feet and if not for the handcuffs and his hands holding you, you would have fallen.

Jungkook took his finger out of your passage and stood back a little. He grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it across your body, exposing you completely. He threw it on the coat rack so that it was out of the way. You grabbed a piece of the fabric and squeezed it in your hands.

Your body touched the air, and you were instantly covered with goosebumps, even though the room was not cold. It was a reaction to the position you were in.

Jungkook touched your shoulder blade with his hands, and moved them down to touch your buttocks. You were breathing heavily. He touched you to his lips, moving them down from your neck, leaving hot kisses along your spine. His hand slid to your center again, and you couldn't help but moan as his fingers began to caress you more precisely, deeper, more rhythmically.

"You're so sensitive..." he whispered, "I never thought that the sassy girl who wouldn't greet me because of the loud music would tremble like this in my arms."

You leaned your forehead on your bound hands, chained, irritated... and excited. And with every move he made, you lost control. You could no longer hide what had long been bubbling inside you.

"Please," you whispered, begging him to bring you to orgasm.

"What are you begging for, kitten? To show you a part of you you've never known before?" he asked, pressing his body against yours even harder.

His fingers began to move more rhythmically inside you, and his other palm caressed your clit. You began to moan, unable to withstand the stimulation. Your wetness was released more abundantly, dripping onto Jungkook's fingers, which were already two inside you.

"Yes," you said, not knowing what you were saying. In fact, you were begging for something else. You felt Jungkook laughing softly, close to your ear.

"I'll show you, but first let me have a real breakfast." He knelt down behind you, pulling your hips up so that you bent to meet him. You arched your back, spreading your legs.

His palms gently cupped your hips, and there was no rush in this touch - only a desire to savor the moment, to hold you right here, just like this.

Your legs were trembling, and you still clutched his T-shirt in your hands, as if it were the only point of support. Jungkook ran his tongue from the inside of your thigh to the wet center. When he touched your clit with his tongue, you bit your lip until it hurt.

"Damn... Kook..." you moaned, losing control. His tongue was gentle but steady, working with his fingers to make your body shiver.

"Yes, kitten. Say my name again," he whispered, continuing to caress you while holding your hip with one hand.

"Kook... please..." your voice was hoarse with excitement, and a wave was beginning to build in your body, about to explode. He got you hot enough that you would came quickly on his tongue.

A few more strokes, a few more licks, and when he pressed his tongue on your clit, the wave of pleasure came - you froze, bent back, clutching the fabric in your palms. The orgasm hit you like a storm. Your body shook, and a low, satisfied moan escaped your lips.

Jungkook stood up, hugged you from behind, kissed your shoulder. You couldn't come to, feeling the pleasure holding you for too long.

Jungkook turned your head to see your face. Your eyes were hardly open, your lips were parted, and your cheeks were red. He was pleased with the way you looked. You looked like a fucking work of art.

"Did you like it?" he asked seriously, aroused by eating your pussy, your moans, and finally your expression.

"Yes," you exhaled. "Your tongue is the best," you praised. Only now did Jungkook smile. He kissed you, leaving you breathless. His tongue penetrated yours powerfully, taking away all your control. Jungkook kissed you, letting you taste your own flavor.

He moved his lips, intertwined your tongues, and couldn't get enough of you. You made him greedy, wanting to consume you to the last drop.

Jungkook finally let you go and you took a deep breath, wanting to fill your lungs with air. When he let go of you, only then did you feel your senses come back to normal.

You turned your head and saw that he had taken the box, the one with the handcuffs that were now tying you up. Jungkook moved away from you, and you turned your head to see where he had taken it.

He lays her on the edge of the bed, and took from it blindfold and a short whip that looked more like a switch. You felt your heart skip a beat. Jungkook met your eyes and smiled. He still had the towel on his hips, but you could clearly see his arousal.

You were breathing heavily, not fully back to yourself. Jungkook moved closer to you, his chest touching your back again. He raised his hands and put a black blindfold over your eyes. But his voice-calm, soft, yet commanding-centered you better than a cold shower.

"We're setting up a traffic light," he said, touching your cheek even though you were still chained, "three colors. Red is stop. When you say red, I stop immediately. Even if we are already halfway to heaven. No questions, no persuasion."

You nodded - it made sense. And, to be honest, it was a little reassuring.

"Yellow means 'slow down,' 'pause,' or 'I'm almost there. This is not a stop, but a signal that something is wrong. And then I immediately slow down or stop to ask how you're feeling."

His fingers touched your thighs again - softly, gently, with attention.

"And the green one, kitten..." his smile almost touched your neck, "is your consent. It's a 'yes', a 'go ahead', a 'I feel good'. That's what I want to hear from you most often."

You swallowed the lump in your throat. It sounded strange... caring. Despite the dominance of his behavior, it was as if he was creating a space in which your boundaries were more important than his desires. And that's why you... wanted more.

"And lastly," he added, touching your chin, "you always have the right to say no. At any time. I may be bold, but I will never be the one who crosses your boundaries without your consent. Okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, not trusting your own voice. But there was a glint in his eyes.

"So what color is now?" his voice was penetrating, but playful. You smiled a little, though embarrassed, and whispered:

"Green..."

Jungkook smiled too. His fingers touched your chin, lifting your face a little higher.

"Good girl..." he purred, and his lips found yours again. This kiss was different - deeper, more confident, with a subtle tremor in it... as if he, too, could sense that something new was opening up between you.

You opened your blindfolded eyes and saw darkness. You hastily closed your eyes to make yourself more comfortable, and realized that you didn’t feel Jungkook next to you. You heard the sound of a drawer opening and some rustling. Your other senses were heightened because of the blindfold.

Jungkook approached you, you felt it, and then he touched your folds with his hand, again, and you inhaled sharply but quietly. His fingers slowly massaged your clit again. You had come a few minutes ago, but he was making it hot again.

You were releasing moisture, and Jungkook could feel it. He kissed your neck, then lightly bit your skin. A wave of goosebumps covered your body, and soft sighs escaped your lips.

"What color?" he asked. You swallowed your saliva and answered.

"Green."

Jungkook didn't answer. He took his fingers out of your pussy and you heard the sound of a vibrator. You almost choked as he pressed it against your tortured clit, and waves of vibrations swept through your body, coursing down your thighs.

"Fuck..." you cursed. Jungkook smiled right next to your ear. You instinctively pressed into his body behind you, fueling his desire. Jungkook pulled down the towel and you felt his hot flesh touching your buttocks. His cock was aroused and pressing between your buttocks.

"Do you like it?" asked Jungkook. You whimpered as you felt him move the vibrator up and down your clit. You wanted to answer, but you couldn't. You liked it, but you wondered forgotten how to speak.

Jungkook put his free hand on your breast and squeezed it . His other hand pressing down on your clit with the vibrator. He could feel how hard your nipple was in his hand. Jungkook pinched your nipple between his fingers. You cried out from the over-stimulation and the way he squeezed your nipple.

"Yellow?" he said in your ear.

"Green," you answered. Jungkook moved with you, pressing into you harder. He smiled. The stimulation of the vibrator was driving you crazy. Your moans became loud, and Jungkook didn't even think to slow down.

"Kook... I'm…fuck... I'm going to come," you whimpered, breathing heavily.

"Are you close, love?" he asked. You forgot how to breathe. It was the second time he had called you "love" and you noticed, twice already during sex. Why did he call you that? A quick thought ran through your mind, to tell him not to call you "love" because you are not his love.

You tried to hold on to the remnants of control, but you had no strength. Between your legs, it was becoming unbearably painful and pleasant.

"Yes, I'm close..." you breathed out. Jungkook took the vibrator away, turned it off, and left it somewhere behind. He touched you with my fingers, trying to bring you to a second orgasm.

"Then cum on my fingers, kitten. All your orgasms should belong to me."

And so you came again, but this time on his fingers. A loud, long moan leaves your lips. Jungkook taped your impoverished clit between two fingers, intensifying your orgasm.

You breathed heavily and felt tired. Your hands were slightly stiff and sore from being handcuffed with iron cuffs. Your legs were shaking, and between your legs was an absolute mess.

"What a good girl," Jungkook murmured, "or a shameless whore?"

You froze when you heard him call you that. He had said something similar once before, when he was jealous of Namjoon and took you to the bathroom on the yacht. But then he didn't specifically call you a whore derdectly.

But now he said it, and you were surprised to find that you weren't offended, you liked hearing it.

"What?" came out of your mouth faster than you thought. He moved his hips, running his aroused cock over your buttocks, and then Jungkook turned your head.

And he kissed you-deeply, roughly, possessing you as if he wanted to erase all doubt with a single kiss. His tongue rushed into your mouth with such passion that you lost all control of yourself again. He pulled away only for a moment to whisper:

"My little slut. You like it when I say that, don't you?"

You did not answer - you could not. Your body was ravaged by orgasms, but your soul was on fire. The blindfold only intensified every touch, every sound, every drop of heat he gave you.

"Tell me the truth," he whispered, running the tip of his nose along your cheek, "Do you get excited when I'm hard with you?"

"Yes..." your voice was thin, hoarse, as if broken by moans.

"Then tell me, what color of your desire right now?"

"Green..." you almost moaned.

"Then we'll continue," and he let go of you. Your head fell heavy on your arms. He hadn't even fucked you, with his cock, and you were already tired.

Suddenly you felt something touch your neck. It was cool and it was slowly moving down your spine.

"Koo..." you wanted to call out to it. But the words stuck in your throat. Jungkook stopped the switch on your on your buttock, and then hit it lightly. You squeaked, clutching your t-shirt in your hands.

"Red?" Jungkook asked, wanting to know if it was too much for you. You exhaled, feeling the slight pain of the blow and the moisture running down your inner thighs.

"Green..." you barely answered.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a concern that surprised you again.

"Yes," you said firmly, arching your back, giving him a better view of your buttocks and pussy. You felt your walls contract, wanting him to come inside you.

"Shameless little thing," he muttered under his breath. "Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad."

"Then do it, Jeon," you invited. The blow. A little harder than the previous ones, and your skin went tingly again. You closed your legs, not holding back a scream mixed with a moan.

"I decide when to do it," you heard his voice say somewhere very close. "And you obey. Do you understand?"

You were breathing hard, you were almost on the verge. All you wanted now was him inside you. But fuck, how sexy his dominance was.

"Yes," you said quietly. Jungkook turned your face.

"I didn't hear you," his voice was low, cold.

"Yes," you said louder. "I obey." The next moment, you felt Jungkook's tongue flick across your lips. And then he bit your lower lip. He released you and touched your ass again with the switch, pulling your thighs up. Jungkook hit you a third time, and you shuddered without making a sound.

He dropped the switch and walked over. His palm touched you between your thighs, checking to see if the blows had aroused you. And damn right they did. Aroused. Jungkook was satisfied.

"Fuck, you're wet... always so wet for me, kitten." He leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear. "You are mine. I control your every moan. Every orgasm. Every touch. And I won't let anyone else have you."

You were pushed to the limit. Everything he said was driving you crazy and you wanted everything he said to be true. God, how you really wanted to be his, and that he would not give you to anyone.

"I... I'm yours..." you said. Jungkook froze behind you. And then he turned your face. He pulled off your blindfold, looking directly into your dilated pupils.

"Did you hear what you said?" he asked seriously.

"Yes," you answered decisively.

"Think carefully now, kitten, you have to take responsibility for your words."

You pressed your lips into a thin line and looked away. You had nothing to think about, you said it sincerely.

"I'm yours," you said, not looking up, looking at the tattoo on his shoulder. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. An almost triumphant smile appeared on his face.

"Remember these words. You are truly mine now."

He kissed you, for the hundredth time that morning. His kiss lasted long, greedy, with a hint of obsession.

His hands slid up your stomach, stopping at your breasts. He squeezed them gently, running his thumb over the taut nipples, and made you moan into his lips again.

"Your skin is like a drug," he whispered, leaving short kisses on your neck, collarbones, and stopping between your shoulder blades. "I could touch you forever."

You breathed deeply, still chained to the pipe. Your arms were numb, but your body was on fire. He pressed himself against you again, and you felt how hard he was, his cock pressing against your buttocks. But he was in no hurry. And it was driving you crazy.

"I want to come inside you right now..." he said in a hot whisper, "but I want you to ask for it."

His hands gently touched your thighs, his fingers again crept to your center, but this time they touched you more carefully, as if to tease you. You almost screamed out at this, as your desire grew again. He circled around your clit without touching it directly, knowing how much it drove you crazy.

"Ask me, kitten," his voice was low, penetrating, "tell me what your body wants."

You couldn't help yourself. Not from his touch, not from his voice.

"I want you..." you moaned.

"How exactly?" he asked, biting your ear, "tell me exactly where you want me, and how."

You closed your eyes, clutching your T-shirt with your fingers, and whispered so softly that you were startled by your own frankness:

"I want you to... come inside me, right now. Deeply. Slowly..."

Jungkook almost moaned at these words. You felt his cock - hot, throbbing - between your buttocks. He was naked, and his breath burned your neck.

"Damn, kitten... You're going to drive me crazy," he whispered with such passion that your knees almost gave way if it weren't for the handcuffs that still held you.

And he... hadn't entered yet. Because he wanted to make you go crazy with desire. You felt him slide along your entrance, not yet penetrating - making you clench with anticipation. He was horny to the point of excitement, but he controlled himself. Because he wanted to control you, too.

His lips came down to your shoulder again, and the sigh that escaped his lips was almost animalistic.

"Tell me again that you are mine. That you only want to be mine, just like this, completely-bound, wet, submissive."

Your lips trembled, but you answered:

"I am yours, Kook... completely yours..."

His fingers squeezed your thighs, and the next moment he finally entered you-slowly, deeply, with such intensity that every inch of his body was eager to be inside you.

You let out a long moan, and your hands twitched in the handcuffs, as if you wanted to pull him even closer.

He moved slowly, as if studying you from the inside, making your thoughts scatter into sparks with each thrust. His palm held your waist tightly, and his other hand slid down your stomach to your chest, not letting you forget for a second whose you were.

"Yes... that's it, kitten... feel me... feel how much I want you..." he wheezed, every word saturated with passion that was no longer hidden - it was burning.

Your spine bent, your breasts trembled with every touch, and when he began to move faster, rhythmically, you could no longer hold back your moans. He was bringing you to the edge with every movement, every whisper, every thrust into the heart of your lust.

"Fuck, it feels so good inside you," he murmured, kissing you between your shoulder blades, making your body burn to his rhythm.

His movements became more intense, and you no longer knew where you ended and he began. He merged with you into one - with your thoughts, with your body, with the power over your every sensory cell.

You were on the verge, and he knew it.

"Tell me when you're close, kitten..." the whisper of his voice made you shudder even more. "I want to come with you... I want you to scream my name when you do..."

"Kook... I..." you couldn't finish, just moaned even louder, and your voice finally broke through all his restraints.

The next moment there was an explosion. You merged with him in a passionate climax where only the two of you existed. His name came out of your mouth like a prayer, like a spell, like a confession.

He continued his movements until the last waves of pleasure left your bodies, and only then did he freeze, spilling inside. Jungkook stay inside you some time, breathing heavily, his forehead touching your back.

"Fuck," he cursed again. You were completely exhausted, and you really wanted to sit down, or even better, lie down. "Are you okay?" asked Jungkook, looking at you. But you didn't even have the strength to answer him. "Kitten?" he called.

You barely lifted your head and took a deep breath.

"Green," you said.

Jungkook laughed. He stayed inside you for a moment, and then gently pulled out. His warm cum ran down your thighs, and you thought you would scold him again later for coming inside you.

Jungkook finally unlocked the handcuffs, and your hands fell down, heavy. You rubbed your hands, and unexpectedly, he picked you up. You screamed out. His face was close. His strong arms held you as if you weighed nothing.

"You did a good job without even going to work," he praised you.

"I'm not sure I can go now," you admitted, and you were telling the truth. Jungkook carried you to the bed and laid you down, pulling back the covers. You felt blissful to finally lie down.

Jungkook picked up his towel and wrapped it around his hips. He walked over to the bed, smiling with satisfaction. You looked at him silently, wondering what he was going to say. It’s must be something that would definitely make you blush.

"Pervert," he said mockingly. You sniffled, putting your hand over your face. You could still feel him all over your body, his every touch, his every punch, and even phantom his cock, which hadn't been inside you for a long time. Your body remembered everything. And you liked it all. You really perevent.

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[bts-ruu]

Fuck it, a look at "Not Until I Say So" with professor jungkook and camgirl reader

“Excuse me.”

Your eyes dart open and the vibrator drops from your hands. Your head snaps to the left and your soul nearly leaves your body. Your vibrator buzzes against the marble floor as your heart leaps from your chest. 

“P-Prof-fessor!”

You drop from Professor Jeon’s desk, wrapping your arms in front of your chest - that was now unbuttoned and fully displaying your bare chest. 

“W-What are-”

“What are you doing?” Jungkook responds, glancing from you to your phone. “You…do realize you’re being recorded right?”

You swallow, nodding shamefully. “I-I..I cam…from time to time.” you murmur sheepishly, your body trembling underneath his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Professor Jeon-”

Jungkook only chuckles for a moment before shaking his head. 

“No, I mean there’s a camera in this room.” Jungkook corrects. He points to the ceiling where one, circular dome sits. “It’s new. I use it to assure no one cheats.”

Your eyes follow his pointing hand. You close your eyes, feeling utterly stupid right now. It was just your luck that you would get caught - and on camera that that wasn’t the camera you intended on being a part of.

“You do realize what you’re doing could get you put on a registry?”

Jungkook begins to stroll closer to you. His steps are cool and relaxed and they do not match that of someone upset at finding one of his students being indecent in his classroom. 

“I’ll go!” you plead, shaking your head. “I-I’ll clean up before I do and-”

“No,” Professor Jeon stops a few feet away from you. Shoulders relaxed and dark eyes staring right at you through round lenses. “continue.” 

[bts-ruu]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 14/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

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Chapter 14. Past mistakes

Jungkook sat in his car, leaning back. His hand was on the steering wheel, his eyes were directed somewhere out the window, although he couldn't really see anything.

He had to concentrate - Lee's schedule was literally minute-by-minute: a meeting with the finance department, a short meeting with the PR department, checking investor reports. Everything was in preparation for the next stage of the "merger," which he hated.

But his thoughts kept coming back to you.

Jungkook sighed. He sighed heavily and long, trying to ease his condition. He replayed in his mind how you looked this morning. Your disheveled hair, your warm skin, the scratches on his back-your fingernails had left those marks. He remembered your voice, quiet, a little hoarse after the night.

"I liked... everything." you said, awkwardly.

Fuck. He liked everything, too. He liked it too much.

Your body, your movements, the way you reacted to him - honestly, without acting, without pretense. Jungkook was with different women. Beautiful, experienced, playful. But none of them caused him such... obsession.

He wanted you more. Much more.

But it wasn't just about sex, and that's what pissed him off.

Because he caught himself wanting to stay with you afterwards. Watching you fall asleep. Waiting for you to wake up. He wanted to know what you were thinking about when you were silent. Do you think about him? He wanted to see your eyes when you look at something with curiosity. He wanted to hear your laugh more often - real, not forced.

Your body was not enough for him. He wanted you. All of you.

"What the fuck, Jungkook..." he muttered to himself.

He wasn't used to reacting like this. He was drawn to you as if you were something he had no right to want-but he wanted you anyway. Even more than he should have.

And worst of all, you obeyed him. You responded to him in a way that was not allowed. You challenged him.

It turned him on more than any lace on your body.

"You must be a problem, kitten," he thought. "Because of all the women I've ever had, you're the only one who makes me want to do more than just take your clothes off."

And not just to have you, but to understand you. To touch not only your skin but your mind.

It scared him. It made him angry.

But, damn it... it was even more exciting.

When he first saw you, he knew you will be his. Maybe for one night, maybe for a few, but to want you all the time like crazy?

He didn't foresee that.

And now, sitting in the car, replaying in his head the way you looked, the way you breathed, the way you begged him, he realized that everything was getting out of control.

Jungkook stopped at a traffic light, and the name "Kang Sukhi" popped up on the Mercedes interactive panel. He looked at name indifferently, not wanting to talk with her. The call went on for a long time until it disconnected itself, and a second later she called again. Jungkook realized she had seen the articles about him and you. He wondered what she had to say.

He pressed almost the last dial tone.

"Yes, I'm listening," he said in a steady voice.

"How long do you plan to play with your new toy? I'm a little tired of watching you kiss," she said sharply, with a sweet smile in her voice.

"Don't look, no one is forcing you to," he said with a subtle smile. Sukhi laughed bitterly.

"You know perfectly well that this is all nonsense. Your fun will soon end, because we're getting married. It's a done deal. It's... beneficial. For everyone."

"You call to reassure yourself?" Jungkook asked ironically, but he felt slightly irritated by her self-assured tone.

"Don't mock me. Have you really started to think you can decide everything on your own?" Sukhi sounded tense.

"I always decide everything myself, in case you haven't noticed. That's why we never announced our engagement," Jungkook replied in an indifferent tone.

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. Then came a cold laugh.

"But you know perfectly well that our parents have already made a deal. You're just putting off the inevitable. And I'm wondering..." her voice became softer, more venomous, "Have you fallen in love with her? Why is she still with you?"

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds.

Your hair tousled after sex, your swollen lips after kissing, your shy smile flashed before his eyes.

"Yes," he finally said, quietly but firmly. "I'm in love."

He wasn't sure why he said it. Maybe to hear Sukhi's reaction. Maybe he wanted to hear himself say it out loud. He had to admit that he liked the way it sounded.

Sukhi laughed. Loudly and almost theatrically.

"Poor boy. So sorry your feelings don't mean anything. I'm going to be your wife. Whether you want me to or not. It's not about you, it's about families. Business. And power."

His jaw clenched. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

"I'll be a good wife to you," she added softly, with a venomous note.

Jungkook didn't answer. Because deep inside, he was seething with disgust at her words.

To the idea that his life was being decided without him.

"I have a lot of work to do," he cut off sharply, "don't waste my time," and pressed the end button.

Manager Lee was waiting for him at the entrance to the parking lot. This was atypical - Lee always stayed upstairs - so Jungkook was immediately on the lookout.

Once parked, he quickly got out of the car and confidently walked toward the man.

"Good morning," he nodded.

The manager bowed discreetly and greeted him back. As always, he was composed and emotionless, but Jungkook knew him well enough to notice that something was wrong. There was tension in Lee's eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you here?" he asked, stopping in front of him.

Lee cleared his throat.

"Your father is waiting for you in the study."

Jungkook pressed his lips into a straight line. He was sure his father would want to talk again when he saw the articles. But the thought of talking to him was still irritating.

"Did he say something?" Jungkook asked as he passed the manager and headed for the elevator. He followed.

"He just asked when you'd be here. And he told that he was waiting for you in the office," Lee replied evenly.

The elevator opened and they went inside. There was a short pause.

"Did you see the articles?" Jungkook asked, not taking his eyes off the door.

"Yes," Lee nodded briefly. "You and Ms. Han are all over the front page. The yellow press is thrilled. It's like they were given a gift." He was silent for a moment and asked, "Did you have a good time?"

Jungkook smiled, not even trying to hide it.

"Yes. I showed her the penthouse. She was... pleased."

Manager Lee didn't say anything, but Jungkook noticed that he looked down a little, obviously trying to remain professional.

The elevator opened, and Jungkook made his way to his office, mentally preparing himself for another conversational battle with his father.

He entered his office. His father, President Jeon, was sitting in his chair, sitting comfortably.

He was calmly staring at the screen of the tablet he was holding, reading a news article with the headline:

"’Jeon Group's’ heir sabotages engagement again. Date with the same mystery girl in the center of Seoul'" His voice was unpleasantly loud in Jungkook's ears. "That was a great performance. Especially the kissing. You know how to get the attention of the press," President Jeon sarcastically said.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jungkook replied coldly as he closed the door.

President Jeon looked up and studied his son's face for a few seconds.

"You are going to marry Sukhi. This is no longer up for discussion. I give you one week to get rid of this girl, and we will announce your engagement to Kang Tehwon's daughter," he said seriously.

His father's behavior hasn't changed since Jungkook's childhood. He tells him what to do, and Jungkook must to do it without question. But he is no longer a child who had no choice. He is a grown man who decides what he can do and how he can do it.

Jungkook sighed skeptically and rolled his eyes defiantly.

"You don't seem to know how to listen. I'm not going to marry Sukhi. I'm tired of repeating the same thing. I've made my choice."

"You don't decide anything, Jungkook. Marriage is the key to the merger with ‘Kang Technology’. We're talking about prospects that have never been seen in the company's history: joint entry into the Singapore market, access to government projects, capital pooling..."

"Prospects?" interrupted Jungkook, taking a step forward. "Kang Tehwon can't be trusted. I warned you. But you just don't want to see it."

President Jeon smiled. It was almost a condescending smile, like for child.

"In business, trust is a conditional thing. It is not the honest who survives, but the one who knows how to play. And you're still acting like a boy who thinks his feelings will make a difference." He leaned forward, his voice darkening. "This isn't about girls who look good in bed and disappear as soon as you get bored. This is about power. It's about the future of the company you're responsible for. And stop playing around."

Jungkook moved closer to the table, his gaze darkening and his voice dropping to a threatening silence.

"Do you really want me to sign an alliance with someone I despise? And pretend like it's all normal? No. I will not allow this to happen. And I will do everything I can to stop this merger from happening."

The father slowly stood up, straightening to his full height.

"Son, I think you've forgotten who has the final say here. I can freeze your assets, remove you from the Board, and revoke the power of attorney that I gave you. Do you think your shares mean anything without my support?" he studied his son's expression carefully. "You will not do this. Otherwise, I will strip you of all power."

President Jeon was on his way out when he suddenly heard his son's cold voice behind him.

"Then do it," Jungkook said. The president turned around and stared at his son's back. "Do me a favor and deprive me of the role of your heir," he said coldly. "Then we can both finally be honest: you never saw me as a person. Only a tool."

Jungkook turned around. Their eyes met-cold, hard, unbending. In Jungkook's gaze was a challenge. In his father's gaze was a deep disappointment that bordered on contempt.

Jungkook knew this look so well. He often rewarded him with it when Jungkook said he didn't want to be the heir to a large corporation.

"I think I raised a weak boy," his father said quietly. "One who chews snot and plays at love." Jungkook could barely contain his anger. He clenched his fists harder so that it wouldn't be noticeable that he was shaking with anger. "Jungkook, finally realize who you are. And remember who you have to become. Get rid of the girl, or I will."

Something inside him clicked. No. God forbid he laid a finger on you...

"Don't even think about going near her," Jungkook said, his voice threatening. President Jeon frowned, but immediately hid his emotions under a mask of calm. He had not expected such a decisive response from his son, but he was not going to give in either.

"You crossed the line a long time ago, son," he said, his voice cold and distant. "Do you think your struggle for some illusion of love can change the reality of this world?" He paused, giving the words importance. "This is not a world where you can afford weakness."

Jungkook didn't answer right away, breathing heavily, feeling his every muscle tense with internal tension. It was hard to stay calm when the man he not only hated, but was forced to look up to, was standing in front of him.

"I'm not your reflection anymore," Jungkook finally said with a serious expression on his face. "And I won't follow your orders just because you want me to. If that makes me weak, then I will be weak. But at least I will be true to myself."

President Jeon's face darkened. He realized that his son had crossed the point of no return.

"Do you think your pride is bigger than yourself?" he said slowly, as if he wanted to swallow every word before releasing it. "When your ambition causes you to lose, you will realize that your ideals are just empty words for a child who has never been able to accept his responsibilities."

Jungkook did not flinch, even though every word hurt his heart. But it was his choice, and he had no intention of backing down.

"You can keep those responsibilities for yourself," he answered briefly. "I will not be your toy heir. I have other plans."

There was silence for a moment. The air between them literally crackled with tension. His father looked at him for a few more seconds, and then... turned and left the office, leaving behind the echo of heavy footsteps and the pressure of an unspoken threat.

Jungkook couldn't find his feet after talking to his father. He was sure that his fake relationship plan would work. He thought that the scandal he created and the ostentatious "love" would be enough to undermine his image so that President Jeon would change his mind. But he underestimated his stubbornness. His father seemed to become even more insistent.

Jungkook felt that time was running out. He needed proof-real, hard, irrefutable proof-that Kang Tehwon was not just seeking a merger, but was intent on taking over ‘Jeon Group’ completely.

The fact that he was buying up shares in the Busan branch was just the tip of the iceberg. After that conversation, Jungkook immediately instructed his manager to investigate: what shady schemes Kang Tehwon was running, what offshore accounts he was using, and who were the people behind him.

And yet, he had to continue this farce. To continue to be a couple with you, a pretend couple in love that everyone thinks is real.

While his manager was looking for evidence against Kang Tehwon, Jungkook decided to bet on Sukhi.

The idea was simple: if Sukhi sees that he is "unwaveringly" with you, maybe her pride will not stand. Perhaps she would give up the marriage herself. But how do you make her believe that? What does Sukhi have to see to break down? The answer never came.

And one more thing - now Jungkook has to make sure that his father doesn't get close to you. To know President Jeon is to realize that he never makes a threat in vain. And although Jungkook didn't want to think the worst, his fear for you was real. All of this is indeed chaos, but he will endure. Because there is no case that Jungkook can't handle.

That evening, when it was already dark, he drove home exhausted, morally depressed, with an obsessive feeling of anger settling deep inside. And only one thought kept him from completely giving up - you.

Thinking about you calmed him down. He wanted to see you, to touch you, just to forget about everything that was happening around him.

So, without thinking twice, he bought some fried chicken and beer and went to see you. He wasn't sure if you had already eaten dinner or if you would want to eat so late, but he just wanted to spend time with you. To see your eyes. To feel a little bit of your warmth.

He stopped in front of your door with a bag and bottles in his hands. He pressed the bell and looked at the clock - it was almost ten. Maybe you're already asleep. You might be angry that he was disturbing you so late.

You were in no hurry to open the door. And when Jungkook was about to turn around and leave, the door swung open.

You stood on the threshold in a light housecoat, your hair still a little damp. You smelled like something fruity. And Jungkook, despite his tiredness, suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, glancing at the package in his hands.

"I... thought it would be nice to eat some chicken and drink beer..." he said, a little confused, picking up the package. "You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Your eyes met his again. You hesitated for a second, and then stepping aside.

"Who can say no to chicken and beer? You're lucky I didn't eat dinner."

Jungkook came inside, glad that you hadn't turned down dinner with him. He walked over to the table and put down a bag of chicken. You were shocked when he pulled out not only four servings of fried chicken, but also onigiri with tuna, and two servings of spicy tokpoki, which you loved with chajamyeon sauce.

"Oh my God, tteokbokki with chajamyeon is my favorite," you couldn't contain your joy when you saw them. Jungkook froze. He knows you love them, that's why he bought them. "How did you know?" you asked, opening the box of warm rice dumplings.

"Uh... I didn't know, I just got what I liked," he lied. You turned to Jungkook, narrowing your eyes.

"Do we have something in common now?" you sneered. Jungkook smiled and leaned toward you.

"We have a lot in common, kitten, and you know it's not just the tokkpoki." Jungkook looked at your lips, which were beckoning him like a magnet. He wanted to kiss you, but you seemed to notice and stood up abruptly, running away from him.

"I'll get the beer glasses and chopsticks. I'm not comfortable eating with wooden ones. Do you want me to get you some iron ones too?" you said quickly. Jungkook turned to look at your face.

"Yes, please give me the iron ones." he said, smiling slightly.

You went into the kitchen, and Jungkook stayed at the table, setting out the food. The wait became surprisingly long - a minute, two... He looked up and looked in the direction of the kitchen, and what he saw made you feel a wave of slight arousal.

You stood on tiptoe at the locker, trying to get the glasses off the top shelf. The robe rose with your every movement, barely covering your buttocks, and your naked legs looked dangerously attractive. Your hair, damp and uncombed, fell in waves over your shoulders, and the curve of your body simply called for sin.

Jungkook couldn't resist the temptation to approach you. His feet moved forward on their own.

"What are you doing there so helplessly?" he muttered above your head, coming close. His chest touched your back. Jungkook felt the warmth of your body as he raised his hand and easily removed the large beer glasses from the shelf.

You turned around, a little confused, looking at the glasses in his hands.

"Thank you..." you said tensely.

"I'm always ready to help," he smiled playfully, not moving away. His eyes were once again locked on your lips. And when you took a step to the side, he put the glasses on the countertop and pushed you gently but firmly against it.

"I want to kiss you," Jungkook whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of seduction. You looked up, noticing that he was looking at your lips. You were silent, didn't answer, didn't look away. You did not push him away.

And that was enough for him to realize that you didn't mind.

His lips touched yours - at first cautiously, gently, as if he was asking for permission. Then - more decisively, more insistently. His hand found your waist, and the kiss gained strength. Jungkook felt how your breath catch in your throat.

He allowed himself to slip his tongue inside your welcoming mouth, and when his tongue met yours, he gave a little moan. His heavy thoughts left his head for a moment, and he loved the feel of your plump lips.

Jungkook felt his cock begin to throb. He has to stop, because otherwise he'll fuck you right here in this kitchen.

When he finally pulled back, you were left pinned to the countertop, just as confused and still wanting.

"You have no idea... how you just saved my day," Jungkook said quietly between you, looking at you.

He smiled, took the chopsticks from your hands, take a glasses and walked back to the table as if nothing had happened.

"Come here. The food is getting cold," Jungkook nodded.

He sat down on the couch, putting the chopsticks on the table and grabbing a bottle of beer. Your closeness was clouding his judgment, and he made a titanic effort to stop at just a kiss.

He would like to continue, but he has to give you some space. Because if he tries to fuck you every time you're around, you'll probably run away from him.

You sat down next to him. Silently. Jungkook handed you a glass of beer.

"Here's to running away from madness," Jungkook said with a smile and to you. You smiled and took a long gulp.

You started eating, and he really tried to focus on the food, on your presence, which was strangely calming him-but somewhere deep down, the wreckage of today was still fermenting. He took a bite of chicken and heard your soft voice.

"How was your day? I mean... did anyone say anything to you about the articles?"

His eyes rested on you for a moment. The hint was too obvious, you were wondering if there was any reaction to your performance yesterday. Jungkook sighed.

"Sukhi called in the morning. And then I had a nice conversation with my father," Jungkook said nonchalantly, hiding his irritation behind his glass. He didn't elaborate on what his father had said, and you didn't need to know.

"Did he tell you something this time?" you asked cautiously.

"He told something," Jungkook replied shortly, making it clear that he didn’t want to talk about it.

You nodded your head in silence and continued eating the hot tteokbokki, which you really liked.

"By the way," you broke the silence between you. Jungkook turned to you with interest, still gnawing on her chicken leg. "How long have you known Sukhi?" you asked. Sukhi was the last thing Jungkook wanted to talk about with you. He put the bone on his plate and licked his fingers.

"A long time ago. Our parents have been working together for about fifteen years, I guess," he answered without much enthusiasm.

"So you grew up with her?" you asked again.

"Well, you could say that, but I didn't spend much time with Sukhi. She usually came with her parents to events, to meetings, to some corporate vacation. I didn't like all these things, so I always ran away."

You pushed the plate of rice dumplings away and took a sip of your beer. A small smile appeared on your lips, and Jungkook couldn’t see what it meant.

He watched as you sat down further on the couch, your legs tucked up. You looked full, but you still had the beer glass in your hand.

"Sukhi is a beautiful woman. She knows exactly the world she lives in, and you grew up together. You've known each other for a long time…" you said slowly. Jungkook squinted his eyes, looking at your face. He wanted to know where you were going with this, that’s why he remained silent, letting you finish your thoughts. "Why don't you want to marry her? She's a good match for you."

Jungkook froze for a split second and then turned away from you. He picked up another chicken leg and took a bite.

"She's a good much for our fathers, as a way to merge our family companies without too much bureaucracy," Jungkook said ironically without turning around.

"Well, maybe. But I'm really interested to know the reason why you don't want this marriage?"

Jungkook held his breath, chewing his food slowly. He didn't like this question, and he didn't like that you were asking about she so insistently.

"Because I don't like her. Is that enough of an answer for you?" Jungkook asked, wiping his hands of grease and turning slightly to face you. You raised an eyebrow, not hiding your skepticism.

"You don't like her?" you repeated mockingly. "Really?"

Jungkook's brow furrowed slightly, trying to understand your behavior. He turned his body completely toward you.

"I don't like her," he repeated confidently and firmly, looking directly into your eyes. He noticed that you were nervous, or rather irritated. Can he really see your jealousy?

"What about the time you fucked her? Did you like her then?" you asked with a mocking smile on your lips. You took a sip of your beer, immediately hiding it.

Jungkook expected to hear anything but not that. He involuntarily recalled a situation from five years ago, when he had a big fight with his father and went drinking at a club with Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung.

He only remembers getting very drunk and that Sukhi was there too. She came in when he was already drinking heavily. Jungkook doesn't remember how she put him in a taxi or how she dragged him to the penthouse that night, he only remembers her kissing him and then starting to undress him. In fact, at that moment, Jungkook didn't fully realize what he was doing, but he accepted it.

It wasn't sex with feelings or long caresses. He doesn't remember very clearly how he unbuttoned his shirt. Her voice, suffocating, false.

How he ended up between her thighs-without even looking into her eyes. No hint of desire.

No pleasure.

In. Out. The end.

It was a one-time thing. One that Jungkook regrets, because it was after that night that Sukhi became obsessed with him. She stalked him and asked him to dating with her, and Jungkook was adamant. Because there was something about this girl that repelled him.

But no one knew about that night, not even his closest friends. So when he heard it from you, he was shocked, to say the least. How do you know something about him that no one else does?

"Why did you think I was fucked her?" Jungkook decided to ask instead of answering right away. You might not know the truth, but you might just checking he.

You pursed your lips and put the beer glass on the table. You sat back down on the couch and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I don't think so. I know." you said shortly.

"How?"

"Your fiancée invited me to a meeting, and she actually asked me to leave you alone." your voice was tense, even though you spoke with undisguised sarcasm. You got up and went to the window, opened it, wanting to let the warm night air into the room. Jungkook kept his eyes on you, feeling irritated.

So Sukhi was dating you. It was to be expected.

You stopped at the window, turned around, and crossed your arms over your chest again.

"She threatened to tell everyone about my past and about my alcoholic mother. That I was sleeping with you because you promised me position at the main company," you laughed. But it wasn't mocking or because you were funny. It was a hysterical laugh.

"Why did you go to her? Why didn't you tell me right away?" Jungkook was angry. You could have fallen under the media's scrutiny again. But what made him angry the most was the fact that Sukhi had threatened you. He had to fix it.

"I was curious to know what she was like. You know, it's easier to confront an enemy when you know more about them." You paused and continued. "We had a ‘nice’ chat and she told me a little secret, that you guys were fucked. Can you imagine my surprise?" a smile appeared on your lips.

Jungkook felt his heart start to beat fast again. He noticed something in your behavior that he liked for some reason.

You were jealous.

And this excited him. He leaned back further and threw his arm over the back of the couch. He could barely contain his smile.

"It was just once and a long time ago." Jungkook said casually, but following you closely. He was secretly enjoying your reaction.

You hummed. Your eyebrow shot up, showing mockery.

"Oh, so that really was. For some reason I thought she lied about it," you tilted your head slightly to the side, your eyes sparkling. "She assured me that you'll be hers under any circumstances. You must have fucked her well if she wants to marry you so desperately."

Jungkook spread his legs, swaying them. He bit down on his piercing and began to play with it with his tongue. An invisible tension filled the room.

"I don't know about her, but I didn't like it," Jungkook said sarcastically. The smile disappeared from your lips and you gave Jungkook a look he had known for a long time. Full of irritation and disdain. "You don't have to worry about her," he tried to reassure you, "I have no feelings for her, and she's overreacting. I will not be her husband under any circumstances. I will talk to her about your meeting."

"I don't care if you have feelings for anyone." you said sharply. "You just need to make sure she doesn't run her mouth about me and my family. I agreed to help you, so please safe my privacy," you said sharply, irritated, barely controlling your emotions. Jungkook got up from the couch and slowly approached you. You followed his every move and did not break eye contact.

Jungkook stopped a step away. He touched your cheek.

"Don't be so nervous, kitten. Sukhi won't say a word about you. I promise..." he wanted to stroke you, but you roughly batted his hand away.

"I hope so. Thank you for dinner, but I think you should go," you wanted to walk around Jungkook, but he wouldn't let that happen. He grabbed you and pushed you against the window sill. He was angry with your behavior. When you didn't let him touch you, something clicked inside him. He wanted to hold you even longer and closer.

"Why are you angry?" he asked softly, not giving in to emotion. You swallowed your saliva, your breathing rapid.

"I'm not angry," you said with indifference in your voice, but nothing could hide your jealousy. Jungkook smiled at hearing another lie from you. "Let go of me, I don't want you to touch me," you put your hands on his chest and tried to push.

"Since when don't you want me to touch you? Huh? Are you jealous of a night from five years ago?" Jungkook asked with a sly smile, not moving away from you a millimeter.

Your eyes rounded and you almost choked on your indignation.

"Me? You? Jealous you? You'd better tone down your arrogance. I don't care who you fucked." You let out an irritated puff of air, pushing him even harder into his chest, but he didn't budge. His arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing you so that your body was pressed against his.

Jungkook felt that your every word, your every nervous breath, your every movement against him was rekindling something primal in him. His heart was beating like a drum in his chest, but his face remained calm, even seductively defiant.

Your hands rested on his chest, and this excited him even more than any kiss. Because behind this desperate refusal was something more - a feeling. And Jungkook, although he didn't admit it, wanted to hear it from you.

Your anger, your words-they screamed about something completely different. He saw right through you. Your indifference? It was fake. And he knew it.

His voice remained quiet, but there was a hoarseness in it, deep and disturbing.

"If you really don't care..." he leaned closer, his breath sliding over your skin near your ear, "...then why did you arrange this interrogation?"

He could feel you trembling. Whether it was from anger or desire, it didn't matter now. Jungkook pressed you even harder against him, until your bodies merged into a single line. Your softness against his hardness - and this tension between you, burning like fire.

"I didn't arrange anything. I just was a little bit wondering what you had between you..."

"There's nothing," he assured you briefly, "Satisfied your interest?"

"Yes," you said and looked away.

Jungkook leaned in closer, eager to kiss you. But he touched your jaw with his nose and inhaled your pleasant scent, which made him want to eat you like a ripe fruit.

"I love how jealous you are, it's so hot, kitten," he murmured, nuzzling your soft skin with his nose.

You pulled away, increasing the distance between your faces.

"I wasn't jealous you, I'll say it again," you said firmly.

"Oh, com’n," Jungkook said playfully, "It's so obvious you're angry about what you found out."

"Let go of me," you ignored his words. To Jungkook, this meant nothing but confirmation of his words.

"I don't want to let you go, what are we going to do about it?"

You were confused for a moment and then rolled your eyes.

"God, how annoying," you muttered indignantly, but your voice trembled treacherously. Jungkook caught this tiny change, and his eyes narrowed with inner satisfaction. But you’re trying to pull away again. Jungkook saw it. And it touched his inner chords.

"Why you avoid me after every time we get closer?" he ask calmly, but his voice was tense. "Are you afraid that I'll become more than just a partner in agreement for you?"

You tried to pull away again, but he wrapped his arms around you tighter. His embrace was not aggressive, but rather stubborn. Like someone who wouldn't let go until he heard the truth.

"I'm not afraid," you answered through clenched teeth, "I just don't want to confuse work with personal. We made an agreement - no jealousy, no feelings. And I'm keeping my word. But why you want more is a mystery to me..."

Jungkook's embrace weakened, but he didn't let go. Your words cut his ears, and they were not what he wanted to hear. Jungkook looked at your face for a few long seconds and then gave a mocking laugh.

"You're such a proper girl, I keep forgetting all the time..." he finally let go of you. He took half a step back from you and put his hands in his pockets. "So maybe you're going to tell me that the 'no sex' rule is still in effect?"

You looked at him, full of anger and confusion. Your face looked darker than the clouds before the rain.

"I'm not going to say this..." you said in a half-hearted voice, "but we mustn't forget the boundaries. You are nothing to me. And I am nothing to you. No jealousy, no feelings. And then everything will work like needs..."

Jungkook clicked his tongue and shook his head. You're saying the same thing again. Everything was so good between you two. It seemed like after the trip to Busan and yesterday's date, you were only getting closer. But when it really happens, you constantly start to resist. And it got on Jungkook's nerves.

He wanted to have you not because of the deal, but because of the feelings that you could showed. But now you're pushing back again. It's fucking maddening. Did you really not feel anything for him during this time?

Jungkook laughed at himself inwardly. Is he really like that stupid boy who wants someone to have feelings for him? For someone to love him? No way. He doesn't need that. If he wants to, he'll have hundreds of women begging for his attention and give them a chance to be with him.

But why... why doesn't he want other women, but he wants you so desperately?

"Okay Y/N. Let's not forget the boundaries..." he said, almost mockingly. He was pissed as hell about the whole situation. The day had already sucked, and the ending turned into even worse. Jungkook was itching to hurt you, to make you feel that bitterness of loss and stupid limits. "But we're continue to fuck, right? How do we do it? Do we create a schedule or can we leave it like a spontaneous decision?..."

Your eyes flashed with evil.

"Get out..." you said threateningly.

"You must think, what's the right thing to do about it..." he said mocking of your constant words about following the rules. Jungkook took another step back, keeping his eyes on you, "Just think carefully kitten, because if you say no this time I won't actually touch you again..." with that he turned around and walked away, feeling angry and frustrated with everything around him.

The next day, Jungkook went about his usual routine. He woke up early as usual, focused and silent. A shower, black coffee without sugar, strict classics in his clothes - he looked impeccable as always. However, there was an anger in his eyes that he did not show to anyone but himself in the mirror.

It was hot in the office, despite the working air conditioners. Perhaps because of the accumulated fatigue or because of the internal tension that had not let go of him after yesterday's conversation with you. He deliberately did not write or call you.

For the third time for today, Jungkook picked up the phone, opened the messenger... and checked to see if you were online. Each time it said "online a minute ago." Jungkook exhaled heavily and put the phone away. He was angry. At you. At himself. At everything.

He spent the entire day in his office, immersed in documents, meetings with lawyers and the finance department. He spent several hours working with digital spreadsheets, analyzing the costs of foreign branches. Jungkook checked all the reports on partners. Anything to avoid thinking about you. It turns out that before that, he hadn't noticed how often you were in his head.

But there was something else that created additional tension. Kang Tehwon and his machinations. Jungkook instructed Manager Lee to investigate. But several days had passed and there were no results.

He didn't like to wait. And in the late afternoon, when Lee Ji-hyun still hadn't gotten in touch, Jungkook called him himself.

"I'm still waiting for information, what's taking so long?" he said shortly, sitting in a leather chair and looking at the city through the panoramic windows.

The manager sighed into the phone.

"Almost everything is ready, there is one important detail left. I don't want to give you anything until I check it for sure. That will be either late tonight or tomorrow."

"Okay. Send me the file via messenger." Jungkook threw the phone on the table without even saying goodbye.

He just sat there for a few seconds, staring at the dark screen. His fingers slowly slid across the display. A contact he had long wanted to erase. But he didn't. Not yet.

Sukhi. He remembered that he'd meant to call her this morning to talk about you, but he got distracted.

He pressed the call. The line was quiet, only short rings. She answered on the third ring.

"Jungkook?" her voice sounded soft, even a little surprised. "You first to call me? This is... unexpected. To be honest, I'm pleasantly surprised. Did you... miss me?"

He was silent for a few seconds, letting the silence hang between them like a shadow.

"No. I didn't miss you," his voice was even, calm. "I was wondering if you enjoyed talking to Y/N?"

Now Sukhi was the one who was silent for a few seconds. Then she answered.

"Oh, did she tell you about our meeting? Or are you already following me, honey?" she tried to sound confident, and affectionate, but Jungkook knew Sukhi well enough to understand the venom in her voice.

"Yes. She told me," Jungkook confirmed. "I don't suffer from such nonsense as stalking, especially not to you."

Sukhi was silent again and Jungkook could only imagine her face contorting with irritation. He didn't let her speak and continued.

"You managed to say a lot of stupid things to her, and you threatened her. That's so stupid of you," Jungkook said with a subtle smile on his lips.

"Did I really threaten her?" Suhie theatrically upset into the phone. "I just told her she should leave because I'm your fiancée. By the way, she's got a sharp tongue, did she tell you how she suspected me of having a relationship with Yoongi? That's ridiculous," she laughed just as fake and Jungkook felt disgusted.

"Wasn't she right? He's fucking you and everyone knows it." Jungkook said confidently. "I'm genuinely happy for you guys." he scoffed.

"Jungkook..." Sukhi sounded tense and probably wanted to make excuses, but he was tired of talking to her, let alone listening to excuses he wasn't interested in. He interrupted her.

"Listen, Sukhi. Stop calling yourself my fiancée. You will never be. I'm going to tell you just once and I hope you'll hear me: don't come near Y/N again. If I hear or see even a small news report about her or her family again... if I think it was you, you will regret it very much. You've known me for a long time, and you know I don't waste words."

Sukhi huffed into the phone.

"You threatening me?" her voice became familiar. No false affection or tenderness.

"I'm warning you. Don't make me lose my patience. Don't cross me. Because if you really decide to make a game out of this, you will lose."

And without waiting for an answer, he simply pressed the red button without even waiting for a response.

After that, he packed his things and drove home. The car was moving fast, almost like his thoughts. But he forced himself to stop thinking about you. When he arrived, he quickly went up to the apartment and went inside as if he was running away. He was running away from you, if to be honest.

Jungkook didn't want to see you now. Not because he wasn't grieving - quite the opposite. He waited for your decision and furiously warned himself: either you're his or you're not. It's as simple as that.

And if you don't see him as someone who deserves your feelings, then let him. He won't play your games.

The next day was Saturday.

Jungkook decided to completely disconnect from work. He was lying on the couch, wearing only sweatpants, with a joystick in his hands. He was playing fights, yelling at the monitor, switching between boxing and e-sports matches. He looked relaxed... but inside he felt empty again as soon as you flashed into his head.

Jungkook hadn't heard from Manager Lee yesterday, so today he was quick to pick up his phone whenever he heard a notification, but it wasn't what he needed. He also opened a chat with you over and over again. The last time he checked it said "online at 3.57 p.m"

Around eight in the evening, Jimin called.

"Jungkook-ah, what are you doing? Do you want to go to the club with me tonight, hang out a bit? It's been a while." His voice was as cheerful as ever.

"I can't, I have other plans," Jungkook lied as he got up from the couch to go take a shower.

"Like what? You're going to be with your girlfriend?" Jimin sounded sly. Jungkook hummed.

"Yeah, hyung. I'll be with her."

"Ooh, what are you going to do?"

"Something that's none of your business," Jungkook assuaged his curiosity. Jimin grunted in frustration into the phone.

"So that's how you talk?... You got a girlfriend, so now you can see your friends once a month?" complained Jimin.

"Well, I'm sorry, hyung, a girlfriend needs more attention than friends." Jungkook said with a smile.

"Listen, I'd like to meet her properly. Then at the afterparty, the introduction was kind of awkward. Let's go to Jeju, go on a yacht, swim in the water? You'll get some air. Take her, she'll have more fun than sitting in a stuffy apartment. And we'll all have a good time."

Jungkook thought about it. The idea sounded great to him. And what made it even better was the timing. It would be the perfect time to run away from the company, where the engagement and merger announcements were to be made on Friday morning. Jungkook found out about this from his secretary this morning.

"Who's going?" asked Jungkook.

"Who? Me, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon. Yoongi and Jin are busy as usual. And Taehyung promised to bring his girl."

"And you? Going without your girl?" said Jungkook, mockingly. Jimin laughed back and then said.

"If I need one, I'll find one on the spot." Jungkook chuckled.

"Shall we go on Thursday night?" he suggested, "I'll have all my business done by then."

"No problem," Jimin replied. "I'll make all the arrangements."

"Okay, Jimin-hyung. I'll see you then. Have a great time tonight," Jungkook wished.

"You have a good time too, try not to disappoint your girlfriend," Jimin joked.

"You know I never disappoint," Jungkook replied defiantly. Jimin laughed and said goodbye.

Jungkook hung up the phone. He wondered how to tell you about it. Should I text you or go to your place? He decided to go to your place. And while he was going to the bathroom, he reassured himself that it was only to tell you about your future trip to Jeju, not because he missed you.

Jungkook went into the bathroom. The warm water flowed over his body but did not wash away the tension. He rubbed his neck, still thinking of you.

When he got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, he heard a loud knock on the door. Someone was pounding on the door.

"What the hell..." he muttered, and moved to the door.

He opened it. And froze.

You were standing on the threshold.

Drunk.

You were swaying, even though you were holding onto the doorjamb. Your eyes were half open, your top slipped down from one shoulder, and you were wearing black sweatpants, Fila brand, with stripes. The strands were gathered at the back of the head into a hairstyle, but it was already disheveled.

Jungkook's heart involuntarily beat fast. Even though you were a mess, why did he find you so damn attractive in his eyes?

You ran your eyes over his voice, his torso, and the towel that was wrapped around his hips. Jungkook saw you swallow nervously, and a moment later, a cheeky smile played on your lips.

"Hey," you said, widening your smile, and then brazenly walked inside without asking permission. Jungkook slowly turned around and saw how you walked and collapse on the couch. He closed the door and walked in your direction.

When Jungkook stopped a few steps away, you looked up at him with your shining eyes.

"Why did you come?" he asked in a low voice. Although inside he seemed to be torn to pieces.

"Oh, you don't know wh..y would I come to yo... you?" you stammered as you spoke. Jungkook wanted to smile. He was very amused by your condition. He had never seen you so drunk before.

"I have no idea. Surprise me," Jungkook said ironically.

You smiled again, but even wider and more slyly. You put your foot up, resting your ankle on your knee.

"I came for the money..."

Jungkook froze. He didn't fully understand what you were saying.

"What kind of money do you need?" he asked.

"My salary. It's the end of the month. *hic* You promised to pay me... I’m not working, and I'm playing your girlfriend," and in the end you hiccupped too.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. That's right. He promised to pay you. And he hasn't given me any money since then. The incident in Busan doesn't count, because that's different money.

Jungkook folded his arms across his chest, causing your gaze to run treacherously over his arms, lingering on the tattoo and continuing to walk over his bare chest and abs.

You leaned back on the couch, sighed theatrically and started counting with your fingers, very seriously.

"So... For the fake feelings... For the kisses I put up with... For having to smile at your friends... For the shame to your mother, and for your horrible fiancée I put up with..." you stand up but still held on. You walked over to him and tried not to close your eyes. "And then there's the compensation for moral damages. You're a... complicated person, you know?"

Jungkook couldn't stand it and laughed. His laugh was deep, genuine, but short.

"Okay. These are serious points. How much will it be in monetary terms?" he asked calmly, but with irony in his voice.

You pretended to think, and then held out your palm to him.

"5 million won, + for moral damages."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. He looked at your beautiful face for a moment, then turned around and went to get his tablet. He came back to you a minute later and you were already sitting on the couch.

"I need your account number," he said without looking at you.

"Tell your manager to send you all my data from ‘EON Creative’. The account number will be there." You spoke casually, almost ordering him. Jungkook glared at you. He wanted to say something barbed, but held back. He put down the tablet and sat down not far from you.

"Okay. Is that all?" he asked.

"Yes," you said shortly. You continued to sit and didn't seem to be about to leave.

Jungkook turned his head away from you and smiled to himself.

"So you tolerated kissing,?" he asked again. You raised your eyebrows, threw a lazy glance at his lips, and grimaced.

"Yes. I put up with you and your kisses. Your self-assured behavior..." you sat up straight and then leaned toward him. Jungkook could smell alcohol mixed with perfume from you. "You're a big pain in my ass, Jeon..." and then you pulled away. You stood up and looked down at him. "And I've been thinking a lot about what you said the day before yesterday. I... I like having sex with you, so I'm not going to return that rule."

Jungkook's insides turned upside down. He froze, as if someone had paused all his thoughts.

You were standing in front of him-drunk, outspoken, bold, and yet so real. The words that had just come out of your mouth cut through his brain and heart at the same time. "I like having sex with you, so I'm not going to change that rule."

You've just said it - so brazenly, so sincerely... as if it were just a fact that you couldn't keep to yourself anymore.

But it didn't set Jungkook free; on the contrary, it squeezed him from the inside. He did not expect this. And this was not the reaction he wanted.

He wanted... he wanted you to say something else. That you miss having him around. That you miss him. That you feel good with him - not just in bed.

He tilted his head down a little, leaned back and smiled.

"Oh, shit..." he thought.

You were standing over him like a temptress from his deepest dreams. There was no shadow of doubt in your eyes. Only alcohol, a little bit of rebellion, and something dangerous.

Jungkook took a gulp of air.

He looked up at you again. His eyes were no longer laughing. They were catching yours intently.

"If you're not returning that rule..." he said slowly, "...then maybe we should use the opportunity right now."

His voice was deep, husky, almost hot. But inside he was cautious.

You didn't say anything. Shaking your head, you slowly sat down on the couch next to him. Jungkook felt the warmth of your thigh next to him. And in that moment... his whole game of indifference broke down.

"You want to fuck me so badly already, Jeon?" you sounded playful. He moved closer.

"Yes," he admitted immediately. There was no reason to hide it. He really wanted to fuck you. But you were drunk, and that worried him. He didn't want to take advantage of your weakness. "But you're drunk. I think some other time," he rushed back, leaving you disappointed. You sat still for a moment, and then stood up again, but this time to leave.

"Fine. If you don't want to fuck me tonight, call your fiancée. She's definitely sober."

Jungkook instantly felt a fire inside. What a provocateur you are.

You took a step and he grabbed your arm and you fell into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close so that you wouldn't get out of his grip.

"What a sharp tongue you have, kitten. Should I put something in your mouth so you can use your tongue for a better purpose?"

Your body was frozen in his arms, but he could already feel your heart pounding furiously. Jungkook looked into your eyes, challenging you, hinting at a game you had both already lost. Your breath hitched, and he... he could barely restrain himself from ripping off your clothes.

He leaned in closer, his lips touching your cheek. He breathed in your scent. He felt a hot wave run down his spine. Your skin is so close, so real. Your body on his lap. Your gaze burning from the inside out.

"Well?" he whispered, almost touching your lips. His hands acted on their own - one slid confidently down your back, the other stopped at your hip. The feel of your warmth... and the way you were sitting... Jungkook knew he couldn't take it much longer. His arousal spoke louder than words. "Do you still want me to call Sukhi?" his voice trembled, but not with irritation. No. It sounded like frank, defenseless, fierce sexual tension.

And when you swallowed your saliva and pressed even closer to him, Jungkook almost lost control. Your body pressed against him, the towel slipped off, and your breath became even hotter. You were like a magnet.

And when you whispered into his ear, barely touching your lips.

"Sukhi can go to hell..."

... Jungkook's mind went blank.

He gasped sharply, feeling his entire body shrink in one explosive gust. His hands tightened their grip, his eyes flashed.

"Say it again," he wheezed, almost growling, feeling every nerve pulsing. Jungkook had to make sure he heard all right. You broke free of his grip and mounted him placing a knees on either side of his thighs.. Your lips moved closer to his and you whispered, burning him with your breath.

"Fuck Sukhi," you repeated and kissed his jaw, you went down his neck line. "And all your rules too..."

Everything that had held him back before shattered.

Jungkook lifted you up. He looked at your face for a moment. And then his lips covered yours - greedily, with wild hunger. As if he had been waiting for this for years, not just a few days. He put everything into that kiss - all his incomprehensible feelings, all his pain, all his anger, everything he could never say. Your response broke him completely. It was no longer a desire-it was an explosion.

Jungkook intertwined your tongues and the kiss only awakened a stronger desire. You responded with no less passion and he realized that you wanted him just as much.

You wiggled on his hips, making his erection bigger. Jungkook's cock got hard enough for you to feel the pressure on your pussy. Jungkook pushed his hips to meet yours and felt the sensation in his lower abdomen that you had already given him once before. Arousal with inner trepidation. The same fucking butterflies.

"Are you falling in love?" he thought as he moved his lips against yours. He wanted to laugh at himself, but he doesn’t do it . Even if he really falling in love with you, he didn't mind at all.

You suddenly pulled away from his lips and stopped moving your hips. Jungkook saw your lips swell slightly from the long, hot kiss. Without looking away, you slid off his hips and shamelessly threw away the piece of cloth that still covered him.

Your eyes shone with a lustful gleam and you smiled at the corner of your lips. Jungkook's cock was hard and you appreciated it. You sank to your knees. Your movements weren't as clumsy as they had been a few minutes ago. You adjusted your hair, brushing it out of your face and tucking it behind your back. All the while, you were looking brazenly into his eyes, showing him your intentions.

When your hands touched his cock, he forgot how to breathe. You wanted to suck him off and he didn't mind. Jungkook opened his legs wider and moved his hips closer to make it easier for you to do what you wanted.

Your tongue touched the head of his cock, and he unconsciously closed his eyes. The head of his cock twitched, and he seemed to start releasing more semen.

You finally took his length into your mouth. The warm wetness of your mouth felt so good, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt so blissful. You moved back and forth a few times, smearing your saliva that had already mixed with his semen. He could feel your tongue and it made him moan.

He opened his eyes. You were on your knees in front of him, your lips so perfectly on his cock. Jungkook's hand reached for your hair, which had slipped down over your face and was in the way. He grabbed it in a tight knot and gently helped you move your head.

With each thrust, Jungkook plunged deeper into you. He reached the end of your tongue with the head of his cock and noticed tears forming in your eyes. Your mouth was open wide, and you worked hard to give him pleasure.

"What a good girl," he praised your efforts. "I loved, when you sucks my cock so well."

You moaned, vibrating around his length. Jungkook felt himself get as hard as he could. His balls tensed. Any more and he would come.

You continued to caress him with your skillful tongue. But at some point you started to breathe heavily, like you were tired, but he was already on the verge.

Jungkook stopped you. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you took a deep breath. Saliva dripped down your chin and you quickly wiped it away with your hand. Jungkook leaned down and looked into your eyes.

"You need to give me blowjobs more often, they feel so damn good and your mouth is busy," Jungkook whispered, still breathing heavily. You raised an eyebrow defiantly, leaned closer, and touched his lips with your own, barely noticeable.

"You should deserve it more often, Mr. 'I don't hold back'..."

He laughed hoarsely and then straightened up, letting you finish what you started. You took him in your mouth again and this time deeper, your fingers touching his balls, stimulating him to come.

Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. The feelings from your mouth and caresses were driving him crazy. He felt his orgasm coming. His cock hardened and the next moment his warm cum spilled into your mouth. You held it open, swallowing everything he gave you.

Jungkook finally stopped spewing his cum. You let go of him and wiped the rest of his cum from your mouth. He was breathing heavily and could feel the orgasm still spreading pleasantly through his body.

Jungkook tried to even out his breathing, and his eyes - still blurry - locked onto your face as he lifted his head.

"Was it good?" you asked, licking your lip. A fiery sparkle played in your eyes. "Is my sharp tongue perfect on your cock?"

You tried to get up, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the couch. You squeaked, not expecting him to grab you, and in a moment you were pinned down by his completely naked body.

Jungkook made himself comfortable between your open legs. His smile spread slowly, as if a spring was unwinding inside him.

"You're... incredible, kitten," he whispered and reached for you. Your lips connected again in a hot kiss. Jungkook could feel his cum on your tongue. He pushed you, slowly feeling his cock harden again. He wanted to feel your wetness. To feel your velvety walls tightly enveloping his cock.

Jungkook broke your kiss, having enjoyed it enough. Now he dreams of tasting your skin. Your firm breasts, your sweet pussy.

He kissed your neck, leaving marks on it. He wanted to bite you, to taste every millimeter of your body.

Jungkook went lower, pulling up your top. There was nothing underneath, only your warm naked body. Your breasts were easily showed and the sight of your erect nipples made his cock harden more. Jungkook's hand grabbed your breast and squeezed it with a little force. He took your nipple in his mouth and played with it with his tongue.

Your flesh was delicious and he loved playing with your nipples so much. He couldn't resist the temptation to bite your tender bud when he heard you hiss. Jungkook looked up at you slyly, not taking off from your nipple. You raised your eyebrows, but your face showed no discomfort, it was pure pleasure.

He did the same thing with your other nipple, but he didn't bite it anymore. He sucked it hard, wanting to leave as many marks on your body as possible.

Jungkook got up and took off your sweatpants along with your thong. He immediately touched you, pushing your folds apart and you already were wet. You bit your lip, keeping moans from leaving your mouth. Jungkook could feel your wetness and it arousal him to hell. He smiled.

"So wet for me," he lowered himself to your hips, "this is what I've always missing."

His tongue touched your wet clit and its softness felt good on his tongue. Jungkook could smell you and taste your sweetness and couldn't stop thinking about how you make him go crazy. How you awakened something new and unknown in him, something which he felt dependent on.

Jungkook's tongue touched you with such tenderness, as if he adored you with every cell in his body. You hissed, grabbing the couch, trying not to lose control. But it was too late - your consciousness was already dissolving in this wave of pleasure that only he could give.

His fingers held your hips, not letting you slip or escape, as if it were something sacred that needed to be held tight. His every movement was precise, felt, almost slow. He wanted to enjoy you to the fullest. Your initially soft moans grew louder as Jungkook licked your folds. He felt his cock was ready to enter you. And he wanted it so badly.

He plunged two fingers into your passage, and that tightness made Jungkook almost wild. He sucked on your clit, making you scream. And it didn't take you long to come on his tongue.

Jungkook finally pulled away from your pussy, licking his lips and wiping his chin from your juices.

"I could stay here forever," he wheezed as he climbed up against you, his voice hoarse, full from the taste of you. "But, goddamn it, I want to be inside you." He kissed you, desperate to prove to you how much he needed you. When your lips parted, you trembled slightly.

"Come on Kook, come inside me please. I can't wait for you to fuck me so good."

Those were the most desirable words. That's all he needed to hear. He spread your legs and stopped at your entrance. He pressed down on your hole and began to sink into you slowly, pausing for a moment at the narrowest spot. He leaned down to you, wrapping his arms around you on either side of your torso. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his biceps.

You raised your eyebrows, probably feeling the pain of his thrusting, but he slowly continued to push and when he was completely inside you, he froze.

His head fell on your shoulder and he forced himself don’t to come from the tightness of your pussy. His cock still twitched, but he was in no hurry to move so he wouldn't cum in you prematurely. He still wanted to enjoy you.

Jungkook looked up, he saw your eyes closed and your face full of pleasure. He kissed you again, but quickly and not as greedily as before. He just wanted to connect with you completely. And without taking his lips from yours, he began to move slowly.

The sensations were incredible as always, blissful, almost nirvana for him. But today they felt even more special to him than the last time. Jungkook didn't understand why, maybe it was because you had thrown all the rules out and given him full permission, or because of you that he seemed to be in love with you.

He moved slowly. Your wet, hot tenderness enveloped him, and Jungkook felt the line between desire and feeling disappear. It wasn't just a bodily merger - it was something deeper. Something he couldn't explain.

Your every moan was like a drug that inflamed him even more. But the most powerful thing was how you looked at that moment: with your hair down, a little sweaty, but so real... so close.

"She's mine..." this thought flashed through his mind. And this time it sounded decisive. For the first time, she did not frighten him, did not cause resistance. On the contrary, it warmed him, awakened the instinct of not just a lover, but a man who wants to be near you.

His sped up, feeling you shrinking around him. The tightness, the heat, your wetness-it all merged into one crazy cocktail of pleasure that made his mind go hazy.

"God..." he whispered, lowering his forehead to yours. "How do you do this to me, huh?"

"Kook..." you said, looking into his eyes.

Jungkook slowed down inside you, not wanting to cumming so quickly. He kissed your lips once again, which were already swollen from kissing you so often and he couldn't get enough.

"Please," Jungkook said, moving inside you when he stopped kissing you, "call me that always. Don't call me 'Jungkook,'" he asked. He liked the way you used the shortened version of his name so much. He wanted you to call him "Kook" so that he would feel like more than just an acquaintance to you. Something special.

He almost completely withdrew and then re-entered you deeply and gritted his teeth as your inner walls tightened around him.

"Kook..." came out of your mouth again, and his heart nearly flew out of his chest. That sound was like a prayer. Like a promise. Like proof that you accept him not only with your body but also with your heart.

Jungkook leaned closer, squeezing you harder. There was more than just desire in each of his thrusts now. It was... like an attempt to leave a piece of himself in you. For you to carry, to cherish. To remember.

He never wanted to be someone else's. But with you... he suddenly felt that this was not a weakness. It was a privilege. To be yours.

"I've never wanted anyone so much..." came out of his chest in a whisper that barely managed to keep from becoming hoarse. But he quickly fell silent, afraid to reveal his true feelings to you. He was afraid that you might be afraid of them and push them away as usual.

Jungkook froze looking into your eyes. You were both covered in sweat. The smell of sex mixed with the smell of your perfume and his shower gel. You darted your eyes between his, searching for something in them.

"I want you to sit on top of me," he said, and walked out. Jungkook sat down on the couch and grabbed your hand, helping you sit on his lap.

You made yourself comfortable, and Jungkook put his hard cock which was in your wetness against yours enter. You put your hands on his strong shoulders and almost instantly dug your nails into the hot skin. Jungkook put his hands on your hips, helping you to lower yourself onto his length.

This time he entered you painlessly and quickly. You both moaned as you felt each other from a new angle, and that angle drove Jungkook crazy. He felt you completely - every millimeter, every movement of your hips caused a wave of ecstasy that rolled in one after another, not giving him a chance to escape from this sweet captivity.

His fingers dug into your hips harder, but not painfully - he just couldn't do otherwise. He had to hold you, to feel that you were really with him, that this was not a dream. His eyes slid over your face, catching your half-open eyelids, your lips, from which soft moans flew, your neck, damp with sweat.

"You... are so beautiful on top..." he whispered, closing his eyes as you slowly rose and fell back down on him, deeply, all the way down. His cock was enveloped in your warmth, and it was do fucking good.

You slowly move, and he leaned his head on the back of the couch, just breathing heavily, squeezing you. Your every movement made his body tense and his heart beat in a frantic rhythm. He was no longer in control of himself - only you. Only this moment. Only what was between you.

"God, you're so... you're so tight..." he wheezed, his voice trembling with excitement and something more, deeper. He looked at you, and he loved having this sex so much. He fucking loved this passion.

"I... I can't hold back anymore..." he whispered, leaning down and resting his forehead against yours. "I want to come inside you," he said his desire.

"No..." you said, exhaling. You were against it, but Jungkook wanted to come in you, marking you as his.

"Yes," he said, almost imperiously, and tightened his grip on your hips. He leaned back and started pounding you mercilessly with his hips, driving his cock as deep as he could.

After a few more strokes, you came. Jungkook felt your walls against his cock. He tensed and spilled inside you.

You held his shoulders, and Jungkook leaned his head back against the back of the couch tiredly. His chest heaved heavily and deeply. He looked up at you when he shifted his gaze.

"Jungkook..." you began, still sitting on his cock. He moved sharply and pulled you closer to him, sitting up straight.

"Kook..." he corrected you. You raised your eyebrows, a little embarrassed, and then softened.

"Kook..., what's with the habit of coming inside? Don't you know how it ends?" you protested. Jungkook put his arm around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. He knew that this way he could easily shut you up and to weaken your protest.

Jungkook gently brought his tongue out and ran it over your lower lip, as if he was tasting your taste. His breathing was still labored, his body tense after he all poured out of himself into you. But now that you were sitting on top of him, still so warm, so soft, so close, he didn't want to let go so quickly.

"A habit?" he whispered with a sly smile, kissing you again on the corner of your lips. "It's not a habit, it's more like an unrestrained desire. I know what in the ends being, but you're a responsible girl and you take birth control pills."

You shook your head, unable to contain your indignation.

"But you're irresponsible. Don't play with fate, because it likes to play tricks," you said, getting off his hips. You pulled down your top and found your thong. Jungkook shamelessly watched you put on the thong, admiring your naked ass.

You turned around, catching him in the act. You looked skeptical with one eyebrow raised.

"God, at least you covered yourself..." you said, picking up your pants.

"Why? You don't like it?" he saw you shy, even though you were sucking his cock half an hour ago. Jungkook put his hands behind his head and looked at you lazily.

"I like it, but cover yourself." you said and went over to throw a towel over him that was lying in the corner of the couch. You threw the wet towel on his crotch and tried to run away, but Jungkook grabbed you. "Hey let go, we're done for today." Jungkook squeezed you in his arms, and you covered your face with your hands to prevent him from kissing you.

"Are you sure? I think never too late for a second time," Jungkook joked, trying to remove your hands. He didn't use any force, just pretended to want to get to you.

"No!" you said desperately, "my lips are swelled up from kissing you so much and I'm tired, let me go, I want to take a shower!"

Jungkook laughed. He finally stopped touching you and grabbed your buttocks and lifted you up. He spanked your ass deliciously and gently pushed you.

"Go take a shower, kitten, and get some rest from me. You're staying with me today, and I won't let you run away."

You went and showered, muttering to yourself. Jungkook leaned back on the couch and sighed contentedly. But just then, he heard a notification on his tablet lying nearby on the table.

Chunguk reached over and saw a notification from Manager Lee.

📲 Manager Lee: "I'm sending you the results as for Kang Tehwon. You asked for details. Pay special attention to the biography. Check it out when you can."

Jungkook stood up and wrapped himself in a towel and sat deeper into the couch and opened the file. The report consisted of items that he had seen before: corporate connections, company reports, business trips...

But then his eyes came across the Personal Biography section.

Place of birth: Busan

Education: Pusan University, Faculty of Economics

Period of active residence in Busan: until 2002

Note: In 1997-1998, he was spotted in a relationship with a local model, Han Seo Ri, who was famous in Busan at the time.

Insider information: There are confirmed rumors that Kang Tehwon had a child out of wedlock as a result of this relationship.

Paternity has not been recognized.

Model's name: Han Seo Ri

Child's name: Han Y/N.

Jungkook froze.

He read the paragraph twice. Three times. And again. His palms grew cold. Han Y/N…He looked up from the screen towards the bathroom and the water was running in the shower.

"Is it really..."

His heart was beating fast.

"It can't be..."

Jungkook stood up. The towel slipped slightly from his hips, but he didn't even notice it.

"You're Kang Tehwon's illegitimate daughter...?!Damn it..." he exhaled, clutching the tablet in his hands.

He heard the water stop running from the bathroom. He stood there motionless, his mind racing with many thoughts.

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Void - Part 1 (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 7.9k 

Part 1 / ?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension

A/N: This chapter focuses on Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. But trust me, all seven will get involved before this is over.

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Masterlist

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Anything marked with an M is sexually explicit and NSFW.

In Progress

Void (M) - BTS x Reader

You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Parts 11-?? in progress

Bonus Chapters: Jungkook, Namjoon

Drabbles: #1- JK, #2 - Jimin

Crew Portraits and Sexy Commander Namjoon

Out of the Void - A hilarious crack fic written by @letspurpletogether featuring what might happen if real BTS ever stumbled across Void. 

Void FAQ

DNA (M) - Jungkook x OC 

Jungkook’s career is in jeopardy when he begins falling for a woman he’s supposed to impregnate.

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 

Still coming: Ch. 9-12

Completed Series

Everybody wanna love you (M) - Platonic OT7

BTS gets drunk and reads fan fiction together.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

One-shots

Tongue Tied (M) - Jimin x Reader

Jimin has a wicked demon tongue.

Gwanghae Flow (M) - Yoongi x Reader

The queen receives a forbidden visitor in the middle of the night. Inspired by the Daechwita MV. 

Euphoria (M) - Jungkook x Reader

At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day. 

Can you turn off your phone? (M) - Yoongi x Reader

Yoongi’s alarm clock wakes you up at 6 am on a Sunday and you are not happy about it. At least, not at first.

Baby Got Back (M) - Yoongi x Jimin

Yoongi gives Jimin a back massage that gets a little too intense.

Twtfics

Twisted (M) - Yoongi x Hoseok x Reader

Min Yoongi, your ex-boyfriend, is getting married. You bribe Hoseok to bring you as his date to his step-brother’s engagement party. Your plans to break up the engagement get derailed when tensions between the brothers boil over.

Duality of Man (M) - Jimin x Reader x Jimin clone

Your best friend begs you to try out a new spell to make him cooler. When the dust clears, you discover there are now two Jimins: one ultra-suave sexy one and one giggly adorable one.

Random Other Nonsense…

BTS reacts to oral sex (M)

I wanna die between jimin’s thighs (M)

Most likely to die in a zombie apocalypse

BTS as new dads

Taegi pirate drabble

How they would propose

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