goldenchimmy

[goldenchimmy]

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[goldenchimmy]

Playing The Part

Pairings: Older!Jungkookxfem!Reader

Cw: age-gap, mentions of alcohol, Oral (fem receiving),Sex,pet names

Word count: 6.7K

🚫MINORS DNI🚫

Summary: needing money for college, you come across an ad for a female escort. You didn't expect the person posting the ad to be a rich, older man.

"Having a nice night?" Jungkook asked, his breath warm against your cheek as he leaned into you from behind. His hand gently sliding over the silk of your dress to playfully grab your hip. His fingers light as he swayed with you to the music with his drink occupying the other hand. The party that surrounded the both of you was nothing short of extravagant; The music was low and classy and the other party-goers were swaying and dancing with one another in the large ballroom.

This wasn't where you pictured yourself at all when you answered that ad.

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It was early winter and you were in your second year of college when you found out that your funds had run low. Your apartment rent piling up bill by bill and your fridge emptying faster than you intended. College here was expensive as it was and now you were about to be completely homeless. That was when you found an ad online requesting help from a 'Female Escort'. Usually you were the type to avoid situations like this. Ones that involved the words "Female" and "Escort". Most of the time that meant the person behind the ad was a lowlife man looking to exploit women. The worst kind you usually tried to avoid.

But this ad was different. It went into a little more detail than the title proposed. Your eyes scanned across the ad a few times, reading over the bold electronic words:

SEEKING FEMALE ESCORT

For safety purposes, I will be unnamed until the applicant reaches out to me.

I am seeking a female (age 20 to 27) who will accompany me to a few business outings. No sexual acts or public displays of affection are required to apply. I can assure you I'm not here for that. This will be a week long event and the applicant will be required to accompany myself to all events of the following week.

If she were to accept, I will pay a generous sum of money in return for her help. Seeking ASAP.

If interested, you can reach me at my business number: (xxx) - xxx -xxxx

You don't know how many times exactly that you read over the ad. Hell, you had even slept on it a couple times. But the deadline was soon and you were getting desperate. So, you grabbed your phone from off your nightstand, your fingers nervously typing against the screen as you entered the number from the ad into your phone. You had no idea what you were going to even say!

"Hey, this is a desperate woman needing money"

"I need money, I'm the girl. Pick me"

You huffed a laugh at that and shook your head. That sounded too needy and snobbish. And you definitely weren't either of those things. Eventually, you decided on a more simple approach. Even though you were nervous and your heart was beating hard against your rib cage, you tried to calm yourself as you sent the message:

'Hello, I'm interested in the ad you posted the other day.'

You waited. And waited. And waited...

Eventually you had fallen sound asleep in your bed, your phone laying on your slow rising chest, and it was still there in the morning when you rose. You were groggy as you sat up, your mouth tasting weird as you wiped the drool from your lips. Then your phone chimed and you were startled a bit as you looked at the open message screen.

Your eyes went wide as you read over the message reply from last night.

'Hello. Thank you for reaching out to me. Are you able to meet around noon today? I know that's forward but I'm crunched for time.'

Today? He wanted to meet you today?! That was a bit quick, but you shrugged it off. As you got ready for the day, you debated on even answering him. Maybe you were regretting this decision. But as you walked down the small hallway to your kitchen, your eyes caught the pile of envelopes on the dining table. Big red letters labeled "PAST DUE" marking the white parchment. That's when you took your phone and typed a reply back, your mind made up.

'Yes. I'm able to meet. Where?' you messaged, moving to the window overlooking the dirty, dimly-lit streets of downtown. It was still pretty early in the morning and you didn't have class today, so what else were you going to do? Nothing like meeting a perfect stranger to begin the day. You could only hope that you weren't getting kidnapped by this mystery man.

When noon rolled around, you found yourself sitting in a little street corner cafe. A small cup of tea on the table as you stared out the window. Watching as the people passed by. Inside the Cafe, you were mainly the only one sitting down. Other people taking their orders to go and rushing off to work.

You went to look at your phone then, passing the time by scrolling through posts and videos from friends. The quick chime of the bell above the corner of the door barely registered in your head as the time hit noon, and out of the corner of your eye you saw a pair of neat, slick shoes step over to you. "Hello." came a soft, smooth voice. And when your eyes met ones of brown, you could have sworn all the air left your lungs. This man standing above you was nothing short of the most handsome person you had ever seen.

"Uh-I-Hello..." you stammered, blushing faintly as you watched him take a seat across from you. He crossed his legs slowly, resting his hands together on the table as he watched you squirm a bit. "You-must be from the ad then?" You asked softly, meeting his gaze as you put your phone away. The man only nodded once, a small smile on his face. "My names Jeon Jungkook. I understand you're a bit nervous, but I promise you no harm." he smiled, flashing a row of platinum white teeth. He looked like a movie star.

"Uh, nice to meet you." you whispered, sipping your cup of tea that had grown cold. "You're right on time." you noted, the clock on the wall across the room striking noon. Faint jazz filled the air as Jungkook nodded. "I tend to keep a tight schedule. Its really thanks to my job." He chuckled, running a tattooed hand through his black locs. "Your job?" you asked quietly, biting your lip a bit as you tried making out what the ink read on his knuckles.

He moved them before you could as he grabbed the menu that was laying on the table, flipping through it quickly as a waitress came over to take his order. While you waited patiently for him, you gazed at him again. He was dressed in a finely tailored suit, a black tie resting on his broad chest. A silver watch on his left hand as he ordered what he wanted to the waitress who was busy flirting with him.

Jungkook had faint streaks of gray in his hair, suggesting that his age was older than yours by a few years. The laugh lines near his moving lips also another tell that he was well out of his twenties unlike yourself. You were only twenty-two. This man looked like he was well over 30. Maybe thirty-five or forty? You didn't ask, figuring it was a rude question to start out with as the waitress scurried away with his order. His attention turned back solely on you. His big doe eyes studying your face carefully before he cleared his throat, snapping you out of your deep thoughts.

"So, my job...", he started, smiling a bit. The ring in his lip moving as he did so. "I'm a CEO. I assume you've heard of Jeon Interprises? We are a start-up tech industry." He hummed, waiting for your reaction. The whites of your eyes showed slightly as they widened, nodding your head a few times. "Uh...yeah. I mean, I've heard of it. The buildings pretty huge." You smiled, tracing patterns on the wood of the table with your nail. You recalled a memory of one of your friends saying that whoever owned it was "Compensating for something." It made you giggle a bit, the sound not going unheard by Jungkook. "Something funny?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He had a piercing there as well. It was...kind of attractive for a man his age.

You quickly shook your head, biting your lip. "No, no...just something a friend said earlier. But yes, I've heard of it. Very impressive." you nod slightly, before the waitress came back over to set jungkooks order down on the table. A to-go cup of coffee and a donut. When she left, you started again. "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking." Jungkook only smiled, sipping at his coffee after blowing on it before he answered, "I'm thirty-two. I became a CEO when I turned twenty-nine, so I'm fairly new at it still. It was a hand-me-down from an older brother of mine."

You nodded, considering his words before asking another question. "So...then why the ad?" you smiled a bit, before continuing: "I mean, youre a fairly successful CEO, you're smart and probably rich, and you have model good looks. I'm sure you wouldn't have trouble finding someone in your...class that would attend events with you." After taking a sip of your coldening tea, you shrugged nonchalantly. "Just saying..." you smiled.

Jungkook chuckled a bit as he leaned back in his seat, studying you for a moment. "My class? You mean starving models, idols, and other business women who all act dumb and fall at my feet?" he laughed softly again. "Lets just say that I was feeling generous. I wanted to help someone who needed the money, and I wanted something...new. Normal."

"Normal, as in myself?" you asked, making the man chuckle again. "Mhm, like you. You're not swooning everytime I smile at you. You don't seem to care about my money, even though you answered the ad." He sipped his coffee again, "Which leads me to my next question, why did you answer the ad?" The question took you by surprise, although you should have expected it with something like this.

"Well, I'm a broke college student and I'm severely in debt. Theres not much else to it." You shrugged simply, watching his facial expressions. You didn't fail to notice the slight clench of his jaw. How sharp and defined it was. This man was definitely fine as fuck. and here you were, sitting across from him. In the oddest of situations.

"I see." he nodded. "well, then I'm happy you answered the ad. Not just because you need the money, but because you weren't playing with me and that you seem surprisingly honest." He chuckled. "That and you are extremely beautiful." He hummed. The compliment caught you offguard as you blushed heavily, nearly choking on your drink as you wiped your mouth with a napkin. "I- Thank you..." you breathed, laughing a bit.

Jungkook just smiled at you, drinking his coffee quietly as he stared out the window. The clocks hands slowly ticking as it neard half past noon. You needed to go soon, one of your classes was coming up. "So." Jungkook started again, looking back at you easily, drumming his fingers against his cup. "I suppose we should go over the events of the week before I have to go." He chuckled, pulling out a folded piece of paper and sliding it towards you. You unfolded it gently, reading over the written out itinerary. It was fairly simple:

*Monday - Dinner with friends

*Tuesday - Photoshoot for magazine

*Wednesday - Business meeting followed by dinner

*Thursday - Visiting sister companies

*Friday - Office Gala

Your head nodded at the words printed out on the sheet, before you looked back up at him. "So we're doing this?" You ask softly, making the businessman chuckle. "Of course we are. You're a very bright woman. You'll do well." He hummed approvingly, sitting up straight now. "And ofcourse I'll pay you every night for your company. A glorified escort if you will, although I hope we can become more like friends."

You nodded, smiling as you tucked the paper away into your purse before you stood up. "Alright. Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow Jungkook." You breathed, holding out your hand for him to take. The mans hand sliding into your gently, the rough calluses on his palm scraping against yours slightly. "Tomorrow. Oh, and don't worry about paying. I'll cover it." he grinned, winking playfully before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, letting go of it after a few moments. You could have sworn your heart stopped and your face turned bright red as you nodded faintly.

"Mhm..yeah. Tomorrow." you agreed, before you grabbed the rest of your things and headed for the door, casting one long glance back at the older gentleman before leaving the quaint cafe and heading back onto the busy city streets. Were you even prepared for this? It sounded like a lot in the end, even as day shifted into night and you were comfortably in bed. Your mind racing. You sighed heavily, letting out a breath as you turned on your side. The upstairs neighbors noises slowly lulling you to sleep, mixed with the faint traffic sounds outside and the A/C blasting into your small room.

Tomorrow would definitely be an interesting one...

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The week seemed to go by in a big blur. Dinner with Jungkooks friends had went surprisingly well even though you weren't used to the upscale dinners and fancy restaurants. Jungkook had prepped you before hand on everyone's names and had even took you out shopping for a few new clothing items. He had told you that the dress you wore to dinner looked flattering on you. You could have sworn you had caught his eyes wandering over your bare legs a few times during dinner that night.

But in the end, the older man had drove you home in his Mercedes and walked you to your apartment door, kissing your hand again before he left. Everytime he did that, sparks seemed to ignite under your skin.

Tuesday was calmer. You didn't know why Jungkook had wanted your company at a simple photoshoot but it seemed to calm his nerves whenever he'd get a break from the bright flashes of the camera, finding you seated in the same chair all afternoon. You were glad to help him, even though he should be used to this type of publicity. 

Later, as the two of you were walking the city sidewalks, he had said that photoshoots always made him nervous. "What if I had a stain on my tie or my zipper was down?" He had muttered to you, a light pink blush appearing on his aged face. It made you laugh louder than intended, the man shushing you quickly as he fought a chuckle. "Shh...you'll ruin me!" he had whispered, soon joining in your laughter. When he had taken you home that night, he kissed your hand again. "Goodnight sweetheart." He had mumbled softly, before handing you an envelope. 

In the silence and solitude of your apartment, you opened the seal on the envelope, your eyes widening at the cash nestled inside. "Shit..." you had breathed. This man wasn't playing around. This money alone would cover half your bills. Before you went to bed that night, you stuck the payment in a safe place to save it. Maybe by the end of the week you could be living a little easier...

The meeting on Wednesday ran long. Longer than Jungkook intended as you sat in the lobby of his building. The black dress you wore hugging your curves as you sat neatly in a leather chair. You found things to busy yourself though. Like paying your past due bills and talking to a nice security guard. The old man giving you some insight to Jungkooks life.  Apparently the man used to be a famous idol. You didn't really care about that part, but he had mentioned to you in passing that he was very good at karaoke. It made sense now. 

Jungkook had six older "brothers" too, who were also apart of the band. 

"Sorry I'm late." Jungkook breathed as he joined you, his dark eyes looking at the security guard and then you. "What did Jun tell you?" He asked playfully, clearly he knew the man well enough to not get mad at him. The conversation flowed in the car as well, you questioning him endlessly about him being a successful idol and him just laughing and explaining his tattooed arm now. Especially the ones tattooed on his knuckles and hand. 

When he had finished, he smiled at you and finally took in your appearance for tonights dinner. You watched as his eyes darkened slightly, his tongue flicking against the metal of his lip ring. "I like this one more than the last." He nodded, his veined hand moving to rest on the dark fabric covering your thigh. His breathing seemed a bit heavier as he parked his car. "I like it too." you mumbled, blushing a bit as you felt the heat from his palm through your dress. It never went farther than that though. Even through the dinner, Jungkook was nothing short of a gentleman. 

Everything seemed to shift slightly on Thursday though. 

Jungkook had paid you that morning, before he told you that you actually couldn't join him today. For what reason, you didn't know. But when he had shown up at your door that morning to tell you, his eyes were dark and tired looking. Like he had stayed up all night after he dropped you off. He also looked...angry underneath the smile lines. But no matter how much you wanted to comfort him, you remained quiet and just nodded at his words.

You had decided to clean your apartment when he left you. The two of you exchanging quick little messages here and there about the day and how you were doing. To be honest, it was weird being alone now. You were so used to Jungkook being there with you all week and now you felt...alone. You liked having someone there to talk to all the time and to laugh with. You had even told Jungkook this, messaging him more than he had replied back. Sure, you felt bad. What if you were interrupting his meeting? 

But the other side of you missed him a lot. And when your phone chimed an hour later, you didn't hesitate to check. It was Jungkook, but instead of replying to your desperate "I miss you" text, he had simply told you that dinner was canceled tonight. So was he even coming over at all? The question ran through your head more times than you'd care to admit. Instead of sulking like you had been doing though, you replied with a picture of yourself in the dress you were going to wear to tonights dinner. The red velvet garment hugging your thighs and breasts. The neckline dipping down between your cleavage slightly. Sure, it was revealing, and Jungkook hadn't seen it yet, but you liked it a lot. You quickly added a text after the picture was sent: 

"Too bad about dinner. I wanted to wear this for you."

You watched your screen after sending it. 

You watched it deliver.

You watched Jungkook look at it and leave you on read. 

He never answered, even as the hours passed and you had eventually took the dress off and showered for the night. Putting on a pair of sweats and a tank top as you grabbed your phone and flopped down on your old couch. It was about nine at night when frantic knocking sounded at your door. You weren't asleep yet, but now you were hyper aware of the sound as you stalked to your living room. 

When you answered it, you were taken aback by the disarrayed Jungkook at your door. His hair was messy and his tie was loose around his neck. He smelled faintly like whiskey as his eyes met yours. His pupils blown wide enough to cover the color of his irises. Before you could even ask what had happened today, he was on you. The older man moving inside the apartment with you before he closed the door and locked it. His large hands on your hips as he found the nearest wall to back you up against. His breath was heavy as he breathed in the scent of your slightly damp hair, his fingers digging into the gray fabric of your sweats gently. 

"Jungkook- what are you-..." You went to ask softly, your own heart racing as you watched him, his hand coming up to press a slender finger to your lips. "Now, what makes you think...you can just send me a photo like that when I'm in a meeting..." he whispered faintly, pulling away to look down at you. He wasn't drunk, that was evident on how clear his words were. So this...whatever this was, he had planned all the way here.

"I thought you'd like it..." You answered calmly, your eyes meeting his softly. "D-did you like it?" you asked, smiling a bit at him. The man chuckled and moved to press his lips against your cheek, his hands squeezing your hips as he tugged you closer to him. "Fuck yes." he growled lowly. "It made me want to leave my meeting so I could drive over here and rip it off with my teeth..." 

The suggestion in his tone almost made your knees buckle as a slight whimper left your lips. How long had it been since someone had talked to you like that? It felt like forever. But this...coming from an older man? It made your stomach do flips as you bit your lip. "O-oh yeah?" you asked shakily, your hand resting against his chest. Jungkook only nodded as his lips moved to kiss and suck lightly against your neck and jaw. His hands sliding to cup your backside and pull you closer against him. It was evident that he was hard in his slacks. But this...wasn't something that had been mentioned before. Sure, there had been light touches and flirting...but never this extreme. 

"Jungkook..." you started, your breaths heavier than they were before as you pushed against him slightly. The older man paused in his onslaught of kisses, pulling away at your pushes to look down at you. "I-i'm sorry. I know that the ad said no sexual favors. That's not what I intended..." he blushed slightly. He looked so boyish as he apologized, but you just shook your head slightly. "I-its okay...I just didn't expect it." you answered, "I just missed you." 

At those words, a cute bunny grin appeared on his face. "Missed me, hm?" he teased, his hands still on your ass as he studied your face. He was quiet for a long moment as he studied your lightly flushed cheeks and your dilated pupils. One of Jungkooks hands left your ass to come up and cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the rosy flesh. The two of you were practically sharing every breath now. "Do you want me to leave?" he whispered. "Just say the words and I'll go." He mumbled against your lips. Your head swam as you were overwhelmed by the full force of him. The smell of an old cologne wafting off of his disheveled suit coat. The look was definitely affecting you, that and his hands on your body. 

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but he didn't get a chance as your lips met his. The two of you working in a tandem as his tongue slid past your lips. Eliciting soft groans from you as your arms reached up to wrap around the mans neck, your fingers twining in the strands of hair at the nape of Jungkooks neck. When he pulled away, he smirked down at you and your slightly swollen lips. His tongue darting out to lick his own lips. "I've been thinking about doing that all week." he chuckled. "but...I should go now. Let you sleep...hm? Prepare for that party tomorrow night."

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And that's how you ended up at this glamorous party, Jungkooks hand secured on your hip as he leaned into you. His breath tickling your ear as he hummed. "Did you hear me?" he asked, a soft laugh leaving the man. It snapped you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting his as you smiled. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" It made him laugh again as his hands moved to turn you around. Your eyes meeting his dark ones.  "I asked if you were having a nice night?" He smirked playfully, the gray in his hair catching the light from the overhead chandeliers. 

"Oh.", you started, looking around a bit more. To be honest, it was a little overwhelming. All the people and the music. You had gotten to meet some of Jungkooks "brothers". Jimin and tae. That was a definite upside, as the two men were as nice and as teasing as Jungkook. "I guess? This is my first Gala. I have nothing to compare it to." You shrugged, smiling faintly up at the man. His hands tightened on your silk-clad hips then, his mouth meeting your ear as his lips brushed against it. "Maybe not..." He whispered, "maybe we can keep doing this...together." 

His words made you pause. Your eyes widening as you pulled away to look at him. "Keep doing this...Jungkook, what are you talking about? I'm a twenty-two year old college student. I'm not rich or used to all this! I would never fit in here or with your crowd." you whispered frantically, trying to get free from the mans gentle grip on you. He wouldn't budge, his doe eyes staring at you. His lips slightly parted. His tongue played with the piercing in his lip as you waited for a response with baited breath. 

"Come with me." He said suddenly, sliding his hand into your and heading up a grand staircase. It lead to the second floor, people watching from the railings at the party down below. A party that soon grew quiet as the man in front of you led you down halls and walkways. He was eerily quiet as you let him, before he pushed open a door that led to a lavish bedroom. A large bed against the far wall, draped with curtains. Modern furniture everywhere and a view that put any you'd seen to shame. 

"Where are we Jungkook? Why'd you bring me here?" you asked, closing the door behind you. You took a few steps into the room, your hands slack at your sides as you watched the man go over to a liquor cabinet and pour himself a small glass of whiskey. He downed it in one go, before he leaned against the counter he was behind. His dark eyes staring right into your soul. "This is my private room. I pay for it. I come here when I'm stressed or when I want away from my lonely apartment. Jimin owns this entire building." He smirked slightly as he watched your mouth part in surprise. 

"Oh." you muttered, before taking another slow look around. But you could feel the mans eyes on you. Like a predator watching it's prey. " I want to keep doing this." He started then, making you turn around to look at him. "And before you complain...let me say this," He held up a hand, smiling playfully at you. "I like you. A lot. You're different. You're beautiful." he blushed, the man still slightly bashful as he admitted this to you. A hint of the teenager underneath it all showing through. 

"And I know you're not rich. I didn't fail to notice your mail yesterday when I came over. You needed to be my escort for the money and I understand that. You wanted nothing more than the job and the cash that I offered." He shrugged. "I was prepared to pay you your final earning tonight actually, but I wanted to say this first," He paused, gauging your reaction. When you just watched him, listening intently, he continued.

"I want more than this. I want to take you to more than just galas and photoshoots." 'He smiled, taking slow steps towards you now. "I want to take you on dates and to clothing stores." he hummed, before he was in front of you, his hands taking yours gently and holding them. His dark doe eyes meeting your wide ones. "I want to travel the world with you..." he breathed, his thumbs rubbing the back of your hands. 

"I want...you."

The words came crashing down on you. Your heart racing as you stared at him in shock and disbelief. This man...wanted you? A rich, successful, older CEO wanted a normal girl from some no name town? You almost couldn't believe it. And you weren't surprised when you found yourself nodding at his words. With shaking hands you reached up and cupped his face between them. You had denied yourself since that night at dinner when he had kept looking at you. Had denied what happened between the two of you yesterday. You were done not giving in to what your heart and body clearly wanted. 

"I want you too Jungkook." You whispered, your lips meeting his in a rush of courage and passion. Only a second passed before you felt him kissing you back, his tongue asking for entrance as it slid across your lower lip. Jungkooks hands moved and wrapped around you then, his veiny hands grasping your ass and giving a playful squeeze as you opened up for him. The sound of your kissing and shared breaths the only noise in the room. 

When you moaned against his lips is when both your resolves snapped. The man easily lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you over to the large bed. He set you down easily before he pulled away, his eyes on you as he stepped back and pulled his tie free. Jungkook taking his time as he slowly untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the floor. A low chuckle left him at your awed expression. This man was so fine, it had to be criminal. His tattoo ended at his shoulder, and his body was toned. Like desire incarnate. 

"Fuck." you whispered, feeling your core clench and ache slightly. Maybe it had been awhile since you've done anything with a man. Your body felt like it was on fire. Jungkook just chuckled at the heat behind your single word, the outline of his erection pressed against his black slacks. He was big, and you wondered what it would feel like when he was inside you. Stretching you open so you could take all of him. Just the thought made you shiver, your legs pressing together under your dress. He took note of that, his pupils dark as he smirked. The man lowering to the ground in front of you, resting on his knees. "What's wrong babygirl?" He breathed, one of his larger hands sliding under your dress and up the bare flesh of your leg. 

The name alone caused you to whimper with desperation. Fuck, hearing that from an older man had definitely awoken something within you. Jungkook smirked at your silence as his hand only slid higher. He stopped when his fingers brushed your inner thigh. "Do you want me to?" he breathed heavily, waiting for your response. You looked down at him then, biting your lip as your legs parted on pure instinct. "Want you to what?" you asked playfully, your chest rising and falling quickly. 

Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he looked at you, licking his lips again as his hand only inched higher. You both clearly wanted this. "Do you want me to show you how a real man pleasures a cunt like yours?" he grinned, his fingers skimming the lace of your underwear. A gasp left you as you shivered, nodding quickly at his devilish words. At this point you let him do anything he wanted. 

That was all Jungkook needed as he slid your dress up your legs, bunching the material at your waist as his eyes ate up the image before him. Your black lace panties already ruined with an obvious wetness. He chuckled slightly as he ran a skilled finger over your covered slit, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "See? Already ruined for me,hm?" he licked his lips. He gently moved to pull your underwear to the side, his other hand grasping your hip gently as you leaned back on your arms to watch him. Jungkook nearly groaned at the sight of your aching clit, begging for attentipn as he leaned up and kissed along your thighs. You were already trembling with need, and you were afraid that you would come just from this alone. 

The older man kissed and sucked along your smooth skin, before he slowly slid his skilled tongue up your slit and though your folds. His lips sealing around your pulsing clit. The moan that left you was loud and sudden, your hips bucking up against his wanting mouth. His hand gently held you down as he feasted on you like a man starved. His lips and tongue pleasuring you until you were a mess of cries and moans. Your hands grasping at the salt and pepper strands of his hair. "J...Jungkook-" you whined. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that- please" 

Jungkook pulled away then, letting you catch your breath as he stared at you. His lips and chin drenched with your arousal. His tongue flicking his lip ring as he stared at you. "I know baby...I could tell." he smiled, before he stood up and unbuckled his belt. His slacks sliding down his waist, revealing black Calvin Klein boxers. His hardened erection straining against the material as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over your disheveled form. "I want to finish together." He whispered, leaning down to nip at your earlobe. His skilled mouth moving to capture your lips. The taste of yourself on his lips was enough to send you reeling, your back arching up into him so he could reach under you and unzip the dress you wore. 

Once that was done, he helped you shimmy out of it, the man throwing the pile of red silk onto the floor. Aside from your underwear being halfway down your full thighs, you were naked under him. Nipples perfectly peaked against the slight chill in the air. Jungkook stared down at you then, one of his hands coming up to roll and pinch one of them, causing you to moan and whine for him. "Please-" you begged quietly. Jungkook looked at you, smirking playfully as his other hand left you and tugged down his boxers. His considerable length slapping against his toned stomach. Precum beading at the tip already. It made you hungry. It made your pussy even wetter than it already was. 

"Please what, baby?" he whispered,pecking your lips. A hand leaving your breast and moving to cup your cheek. His other hand slowly stroking his cock. You watched him, stomach clenching as your legs parted for him to ease between. "Please fuck me." you begged quietly, blushing faintly as you stared at him. 

Jungkook nodded, smiling slightly before he kissed you. His hand around his cock slowly guiding him against you. His tip spreading your folds apart before he was slowly inching inside of you. His lips cut off the garbled moan that left you, your hands tangling in his hair tightly after you wrapped your legs around him. Once he had given you time to get a feel of him, he started pushing more. Until he completely bottomed out, filling you to the brim with himself as he slowly started thrusting. 

The moans that left the both of you were long and loud when he started moving against you. Sweat beading at his temple as he leaned down to kiss you again. His kiss gentle as his hips picked up a steady rythym. Your legs only tightened further around him as he did, pulling away to cry out in ecstacy. He felt so good against you. The warmth, the shared breaths, the absolute heavenly feel of him inside you made your toes curl as you felt that long overdue lick of pleasure slide down your spine and pool in your stomach. 

Jungkook knew it too. Could feel the way your walls clenched and tightened around him the fatser and harder his thrusts became. He was also chasing his own release, but he wanted to watch as the pleasure crossed your face. Wanted to see you turn to mush underneath him as he contimued to use you to reach his own orgasm. "Thats it baby...just a little more for me.." he whispered against your cheek, his nose skimming the rosy pink skin. "You're being so good...you feel so perfect around me." The praise went straight to your head as you turned his face towards you, lips meeting his in a sloppy kiss as you crumbled around him. Your hips met his slowing thrusts, riding out your orgasm. Moans and whined falling from your reddened lips as you looked up at him with hooded eyes. 

Jungkooks thrusts were getting slopppier by the second as he guided you through your climax, his cock aching for its own release. The mans hands propping him up above you slightly, tattooed hand dug into the blanket under you as his eyes raked over your sweaty, pleasure-stricken features. Soft moans still left your lips at his weakening thrusts, your poor cunt sensitive after the onslaught he was currently trying to end. Your hands tangling back in his hair as you kissed him. 

It wasn't long before Jungkooks hips pushed for the final time, making sure he was securely all the way inside you before he let his orgasm take him. His cock spurting out rope after rope of cum inside you. Painting your insides in white as he slowed, eventually stopping. Your thighs were sticky with sweat and release as it trickled out of you around him. A satisfied smile plastered your face as Jungkook fell on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he peppered your heated skin with kisses. 

The two of you layed there for what seemed like forever, until the older man rolled off of you, sliding out of you gently before he pulled you against his chest. Jungkook smoothed your hair back as he reached down and pulled a blanket over the both of you, a smile on his face as he kissed your forehead. You were both too tired to clean up. But you had all the time in the world with him now. Jungkook sighed in contentment. "Thank you." he whispered softly as the two of you lay there. 

You turned on your side slowly, already feeling the ache between your legs. You would worry about that tomorrow. " For what?" you asked sleepily, playing with a strand of his hair. Jungkook hummed and wrapped an arm around you, tugging you even closer to him. "For playing the part." He breathed against your hair, making you blush and laugh slightly. You only nodded, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Starting tomorrow...I don't think I want to play a part anymore." Jungkook just smiled at your words, his heart felt full as he nodded, letting you doze off against him. 

What would the next few weeks entail? The next few years? 

But he wouldn't worry about that now. All he wanted now was to be close to you. To never let you go. So he wouldn't.

Not until you ordered him away.

[goldenchimmy]

Pumpkin Picking

Pairings: Kim TaehyungxFem!Reader

Cw: Just some cute fall fluff!!

You go to the pumpkin patch with your boyfriend Kim Taehyung

The air was a bit chilly as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck. Covering your nose and mouth in the process. You didn't think that the cold would set in so quickly this month. It had been so hot the last few days.

"Cold?" Came the voice of your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. His eyes were full of concern as he went to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against the warmth of his own jacket-clad body.

The two of you were walking along a gravel path down towards a small towns Fall Festival. You had spotted a big pumpkin patch full of the orange gourds while the two of you were heading out of town for vacation, and you had practically made Taehyung swerve into the next lane so you could go.

Taehyung didn't mind though. He loved doing anything for you and joining you on small adventures like this. The man all but happy as he held you close, your breath coming out in little puffs once your scarf fell back around your chin.

"Where are we going to put the pumpkins when we get home?" He asked you gently, making you shrug. "I haven't thought that far yet. I just wanted to do something for Fall and I saw the pumpkins!" You giggled. The man next to you chuckling as he drew you in close again.

"Alright. Are we painting them or carving?" He asked as the two of you entered the stretch of field before you. A little wooden booth to the right side of the both of you where you would pay for your pumpkins at the end. A little old woman conversing with a mother and her child.

Maybe someday that could be you and Tae.

"Hmm... most likely painting them. Since carving them would require a mess. And we don't want to stain our carpet or anything." You nodded. Tae agreed with a hum of approval as he let you go, rubbing his gloved hands together.

"Maybe I can take a few photos of you while we're here?" He asked, his camera bag slung over his torso. He liked taking photos of things. Capturing moments that were precious to him. And you were the most precious of all.

"Yeah maybe!" You smiled, taking his hand in yours and walking out towards the rows of growing pumpkins. Speckles of orange and white sprinkled throughout the expanse of field. Tae had gone and got the required clippers from the lady at the booth, returning triumphantly with a smile as he motioned out before you.

"Well, let's go pick one." He grinned, handing you the clippers and watching you walk off with purpose into the leaves. It was a good thing you decided to wear boots today instead of heels. The number of times you almost tripped over a root or rock was too many to keep count of. But it didn't stop Taehyung from laughing at you. His smile big as he recovered to pull out his camera.

He always liked taking candid shots of you. Ones you weren't aware of. Ones that you were the center of. You were his muse when it came to the flash of his camera. The number of photos he had of you at home was a gross amount.

When you found a pumpkin that suited what you were looking for, you smiled and crouched down to cut at the stem, heaving a bit as you picked it up. The gourd was about the size of your head, and it made you wobble a bit as you carefully managed the terrain on your way back to Tae.

"I got one!" You exclaimed breathily, your eyes on the pumpkin in your grasp when you heard the soft click of a camera. Your eyes meeting Tae quickly, only to realize that he was holding his camera up to your face. Catching the dying sunlight hitting your hair.

"Sorry, I just had to." He smiled sheepishly, letting the camera dangle around his neck as he helped you set the pumpkin down into a little wagon he had gone and retrieved.

"Are you going to go get one now?" You asked, staring back out at the field. Tae just shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I think one is good. We can always come back to get another one." He smiled, nosing your flushed cheek.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You giggled, turning to peck his lips quickly. "Come on. Let's go pay for this and go home." You smiled, taking his hand while his other grabbed the wagon to pull it behind you both.

Tae suddenly stopped you in your tracks, making you turn to look at him. "Hey, what's up?" You asked before following his gaze. It was a small apple cider booth, an older man ladling out portions into little plastic cups.

"Let's get some before we go." He smiled, moving now towards the little setup. You only followed as you held onto his hand, the wind ruffling his hair and yours as you did.

"Two cups, please." Tae smiled, paying the man. He handed you a cup and walked over to sit on an old wooden bench, the wagon with the pumpkin in it next to him. He sipped at the hot drink, sighing in contentment before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Pulling you into him.

You smiled, drinking from your own cup of cider as you relaxed against your boyfriend. The warmth of the liquid making the chill not quite as harsh as it was. "Thank you for turning around." You hummed, turning your face to look at him.

Tae smiled, nodding slightly. "I'd do anything to make you happy." He chuckled, his soft eyes meeting yours as he leaned in to peck your lips. The two of you weren't usually the type to do display PDA so openly, but when his lips met yours, all you could think about was how good he tasted and how warm he was.

Tae was the first to pull away with a breathy chuckle, kissing you on the nose before smiling. "I love you. " He breathed, his cheeks rosy from the kiss. You just smiled and nodded. "I love you too Tae-Tae."

Once the two of you had finished your drinks and walked back up the slight incline of hill, the wagon pulling behind Tae, it was you who walked to the booth and paid for your pumpkin. The lady smiling at you behind the glass window that separated you both.

"He took a lot of pictures of you. He must love you a lot." She smiled sweetly. It made you blush as you nodded, handing her cash for your find.

"I think he does." You agreed. It made the woman ponder for a moment. "I've never seen a man turn a car around so quickly. He loves you dearly. Cherish that."

You smiled, nodding a few times before returning to Taes side. The man carrying the pumpkin all the way back to the car. It was a silent walk back this time, your heart full when you climbed back into the car. Your pumpkin secured in the seat so it wouldn't roll away or break.

Tae pulled back out onto the road, heading home now as the sun sank below the horizon, his one hand on the wheel and the other grasping yours. "Are you okay?" He asked, eyes watching the road.

You nodded quickly. "Yeah. Thank you for today." You smiled, looking over at him. "I know how much you like Fall." He said back, smiling. "It was worth it to see the smile on your face."

If your heart could explode it probably would have then. You loved this man next to you. And he loved you the same.

When you arrived home and put the pumpkin on the kitchen counter, the two of you dressed in comfy pajamas and cuddled on the couch. The TV playing Halloween movies. Taes arms wrapped around you as you sat between his legs. His chin resting on the top of your head.

You were dozing in and out, your head fell back against his chest. His fingers rubbing slow circles into your sides. "Mm...I love you." You whispered, yawning gently.

Tae looked down at you, smiling as he pulled you closer into his lap so you color sleep. "I love you too, sweetheart." He breathed.

"And just so you know, if you were a pumpkin in that patch, I would have picked you." He mumbled, his lips ghosting your hairline before sleep took you.

[goldenchimmy]

Picture Perfect

Pairings: Kim NamjoonxFem!Reader

Cw: Thigh-riding, fingering,pet names,causal hook-up

You were hired to do a private photoshoot

Kim Namjoom was anything if not punctual. He had released a teaser for his new album, causing fans to start an uproar of questions.

'What was it?'

'Who was it for?'

'When was it coming out?'

These strings of questions didn't fail to catch the Idols eye and make his own mind work. What could he do to draw even more attention to this upcoming album release? What would make this new album really take off?

And then it hit him.

It's what led him to meeting you.

You stood in an empty room, save for a few stylists and a few other people. Maybe five or six all dressed comfortably to take the photos. Photos that you would be taking as a hired photographer. How you landed this gig, you didn't know. Your manager had just given you brief details and a private location to meet him at. You were to tell absolutely no one as well. Had practically signed an NDA for it and everything.

You figured that this person you were shooting for had to be rich and famous. You had never been given an opportunity like this before though, so you were very willing and eager to take the small job. For excitement and for the money.

It wasn't long before you started setting up your equipment. The small team behind you propping up a backdrop and some small props the people could sit and pose on. You were grateful for their help, as you've never had an assist team to help before. Your employer insisted. "More professional." He had called it.

Whoever this person was that paid for your photos was very wealthy indeed. Your employer wanted to make a good impression on them, it seemed.

Once you had everything ready to go, camera on the tripod, lights, you called out to the room. "Alright everyone. We're ready whenever you are." You smiled politely at them. Your hair pulled back into a loose braid as you checked the camera lenses.

Once people started filing in, the women smiling and the men chuckling to themselves, you realized you were missing a person. And you thought you were bad at timing!

"Guys, who are we missing? I can't start without everyone here." You stated, straightening up to look at the group before you. An eyebrow quirked as you studied each of them. Usually, you would feel nervous around these wealthy looking people, but now you were a bit agitated.

This was your job. Your life. And you didn't like to waste time when it came to it.

"Apologies." Came a deep, honeyed voice from the entryway into the room. "I was just taking a call."

Your head turned to chew out the man, but you found it suddenly difficult. Your mouth drying out and words leaving your head. This man was beautiful. His hair slicked back over and his eyes soft. A smile on his face that caused his cheeks to dimple. Never in your life had you seen someone like him before.

"I-its okay..." You breathed, shaking your head slightly to clear it. Adjusting your posture again to lean down into the camera. "We were just getting started, mister...?"

"Kim Namjoon." He answered as he stood amongst the other people. Their eyes moving between the two of you as you spoke. "I was the one who asked you here." He smiled, nodding his head once.

You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your hands fidgeting just a bit around your camera stand. "Ah...well, I like to be punctual. I didn't mean to sound rude..."

The man shook his head. "You didn't. And I don't want to waste your time anymore." He cleared his throat. "You can start." He motioned.

And once you began taking pictures, you suddenly felt relaxed and in your own world. You loved this job and how it gave you an outlook on people's lives. Of course, you didn't really know what you were shooting for, but did that matter when one enjoyed it so?

Even though you were focused on perfecting each different shot and angle, you were also distracted by the handsome man in the center of it all.

Kim Namjoon.

Why did that name sound so familiar? Maybe you had heard it in passing or from a friend.

The man's eyes seemed to stare into your own as you positioned each person. Moved each prop. And when you touched his shoulders to angle him better, it felt like sparks in your fingertips. Like your body was a livewire and he was the cause.

Everytime you would talk or move the camera, his gaze followed you. The man speaking with his friends without looking away. You were hyper-aware of him by the final set of photos.

When the last flash of the camera fizzled out and you were gathering your things, he approached you. "Thank you again. I really appreciate it." He smiled down at you. You didn't notice how tall he was until he was barely an inch away from you.

"Of course. I don't mind. I like taking pictures." You nodded, smiling briefly at him before turning to talk to one of your team members. All the while the man stared at you.

Once everyone started clearing out, and you turned to follow, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped you. "I know this is...unprofessional. but would you be willing to take more photos?" Came Namjoons voice.

"More? I spent two hours taking photos for you already." You frowned, pulling your hand away gently before turning to him. "I'll pay. Please." He smiled crookedly.

You couldn't say no to that.

So you made the rest of your team leave, the door shutting behind them quickly as they ushered out. Leaving you and Namjoon alone now. "What kimd of photos do you want now?" You asked, inserting new film into your camera with your back to him.

The man just chuckled and took a seat on a cloth covered seat, where the other photos had been taken. "Maybe just relaxed ones? These are more for...just me. And the memories." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"The memories...", you repeated. "Yeah, alright." You looked up, shock crossing your face briefly as your eyes widened. Namjoon was leaned back against the backdrop, legs manspread with his shirt halfway unbuttoned down his torso.

"Woah- wait- what the hell are you doimg?!" You breathed, your heart suddenly picking up pace. Your cheeks flushed red. It made Namjoon smile, the dimples returning as he shrugged again. "I watched you work today. And I saw the same spark I get when I make music."

"I want you to take a few photos is all. I know you're very talented. And I saw the way you were biting your lip when you looked at me." He winked playfully.

Fuck. He wasn't really giving you a chance to back out, was he?

"So what? I bet girls stare at you all the time! What's that have to do with you undressing?" You breathed.

"I'm a busy man with little time for relationships. And you're a beautiful woman alone in a room with a very wealthy, very famous man. I doubt your employer would notice if I paid you double for a lengthier shoot time." He smiled. "Now, are you taking the photos?"

What a jerk...keeping you here with a bribe for more money!

It was just photos. You would do this and then you could leave. He just said a few more. That was all...right?

After the twentieth photo of Namjoon, you stepped back from your camera. The man's shirt disposed of on the floor, leaving his built, olive-toned chest on display. "A-are we done?" You asked, chewing on your lip nervously.

Namjoon just shook his head. "Why don't we do something different?" He asked, getting up and walking towards you. His hands grabbing your camera and turning it to face you. The quick flash nearly blinding you as he chuckled.

"Hey!" You protested. "You're wasting film! What are you doing Namjoon?"

He just shrugged. "Taking pictures of a pretty woman." He grinned playfully, taking a few steps back and sitting down as he scrolled through the multiple photos you had taken of him.

"These are good..." He murmured. "Oh...look at that one.." He smiled to himself.

"Hey. Don't do that! You'll mess it up." You frowned, walking over to him and reaching for the camera. Only for the shirtless man to pull it away. "No, no, I want to look." He was really starting to piss you off.

"No. Give it back." You growled, lunging for it again. Namjoon was quick to wrap one of his muscular arms around your waist, tugging you into his lap. Your legs straddled over one of his thighs. "Say cheese!" He chuckled, capturing a picture of the two of you.

Your hands were against his chest, shoving gently at him when he set the camera down. "Hey! What are you doing?" You breathed, even though your face was flushed and your heart was beating fast.

"It looks like I'm having the same effect on you as you are to me." He teased. This man was crazy. What was he talking about?

"Really? You're going to make me point it out?" He chuckled lowly. "Your thighs clenched everytime I flexed my chest. Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip whenever I smile. And your face..." He murmured now, voice soft as velvet. "It's been red ever since I walked through that door." He winked.

You wouldn't deny it. This man was easily the most attractive person you've met. And you weren't going to lie, it had been some time since you'd had a good lay. Maybe you were delusional. Maybe you were lost in the taboo thought of a random hookup while on the job.

But all those pesky thoughts were forgotten the second Namjoon started rocking you on his thigh. A thigh that was so muscular and thick, that it brushed up against all the right places. A soft groan leaving your lips as you looked at him with hooded eyes.

"Fuck..." You breathed as he moved a hand to hold your hip. His eyes focused on your face as he smiled slightly. "See? I was right." He chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

Your brain was fogged over when he asked his next question:

"You signed that NDA, right?" He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. His breath hot and wet as you grinded against him. Your underwear were thoroughly ruined, a small wet patch staining your jeans now, when you nodded.

"Good." He hummed, his lips moving down to suck on your neck. Moans leaving your lips as your hands grasped his shoulders. "Namjoon-" you breathed softly, "w-what are you doing?" You whined slightly.

"I want to watch you lose yourself in me." He groaned against the crook of your neck. "I want to watch you relax for once. And I want to keep seeing you after I make you come." He chuckled darkly.

Never in a million years did you think your job would have led to this. Thigh-riding a customer. Him marking up your neck with patches of purple and red. Saliva glistening against your skin. Both of your groans mixing as Namjoon helped you stand briefly.

"I want your jeans off Princess." He murmured, sweat beading at his temple as he leaned back to face you. Noting the marks along your neck. A devilish pride washing over him.

You nodded, your legs shaking a bit as you fumbled with your belt and zipper, a soft shudder leaving your lips when your bare legs were exposed to the air in the room.

Namjoons hooded eyes were dark as they stared at you, his hands moving to pull you back over his thigh. Rocking it up again and again into your soaked underwear. More moans and soft curses falling from your lips as you closed your eyes.

"Namjoon- ah- fuck..." You groaned, your head meeting his shoulder as your hips pushed back against his leg. His lips meeting your hairline as his hands traveled down to move you.

He positioned you now, helping you as you faced the front of the studio. Your legs on either side of his lap. Perfectly spread so his fingers brush against your clothed heat. Only the material of your panties separating him and you.

You had your head leaned back now onto his shoulder, your eyes closed as you panted. You thought he was finished but you were wrong. You had never been happier to be wrong in all your life.

"Can I?" He asked gently, his voice strained as his fingers pushed your ruined underwear to the side. He could feel the heat against his fingers and it made the tent in his jeans twitch against your backside.

You could only nod, your lips meeting his cheek briefly before he slid his long digits along your soaked folds. Eliciting more beautiful groans and cries from your lips. Your back arching slightly as he chuckled. "So needy..." He breathed against you. His head titled down so his gaze could meet his arousal-soaked fingers and the pulsing clit underneath them.

"You've been neglected...my poor Princess." He hummed. "Don't worry... I'll fix that for you.." He kissed your cheek, a moan leaving you at his words before your whole world shifted.

Namjoons fingers that were once teasing and rubbing against your heat were now inside you. Two of his digits stretching you as he pushed in and out. The wetness from you only aiding in him reaching deeper as he fucked you on his fingers.

Your moans only grew louder and louder, before his lips covered yours and he was swallowing your moans. His breath heavy as he continued his ministrations.

"Good girl...tighten for me..." He groaned, feeling your core tighten and soak his hand further the faster he moved them inside you.  In and out. In and out. Repeatedly until your back arched and you came around his digits. Cries leaving you loudly as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

"There we go..." He praised, only pulling his hand away from you when you had turned to mush in his arms. Your face flushed and sweat glistening on your face. Fresh tears soaking the side of his neck as you nuzzled into him.

Namjoon replaced your underwear and moved so you could watch him suck your orgasm off his fingers one by one. A cheeky little smile lacing his features as he rubbed your hip with his free hand.

"W-what about you?" You had asked when you had recovered. Your jeans sliding back up your legs as you watched him button his shirt back. "Oh, I'm sure we'll see eachother again." He winked at you.

"Yeah- but the NDA?" You asked softly, packing up your camera and gear with shaky hands. That was easily the best orgasm of your life. The best moment you had ever spent at a photoshoot definitely.

"As long as you don't out me in public, we'll be fine baby." He hummed, walking over and taking your face into his hands. "I can't wait to see that spark again." He breathed, kissing you once and then twice before he slipped a piece of paper into your pocket.

"Call me when you need inspiration again princess." He chuckled, his dimples returning as he walked to the door and then out of the room. Leaving you alone to your thoughts. Fuck. This man was addictive.

You quickly dug the piece of paper out, your eyes reading over the written words. 'Call me.' It read. Followed by a number and an address. 'Or just come over ;).'

A smile tugged at your lips. And as you got home that night, you thought of nothing but when you would see Namjoon again.

And maybe...just maybe, if this could turn into something more.

[goldenchimmy]

Rest

Pairings: Min-YoongixFem!Reader

CW: slight undertones of depression, but mainly cute fluff!

You visit your boyfriend at his recording studio and convince him to take a break.

Yoongi sighed as he tapped a few random keys on his keyboard. The man slouched in a comfy office chair inside his recording studio. He had been there for almost thirteen hours now. As he had been the past two weeks.

He had mentioned to you about working on a new solo album. And that could only mean one thing. Less night's at home with you and more nights spent away, recording and writing for who knows how long. Yoongie never seemed to get any rest when it came to his music.

It was one of the reasons you had fallen in love with him.

He was a perfectionist when his career was involved. When his heart was fully into something. And this new album seemed to be just the thing for now. Of course, he loved you as well. He would send you short messages to let you know that he was still alive at least. And that he didn't somehow decompose and merge into his recording chair.

But things like this always worried you. The last time something like this happened, he had come home and collapsed from exhaustion. He slept for two days straight after that. Only getting up to use the bathroom.

But now, even as you kept calling him, he wasn't answering. It was getting late and the dinner that you had made had gone cold on the table. You were pretty sure he forgot tonight's date night. Which wasn't a new thing, but still.

So, you made up your mind as you picked at your food. You were going to go down to his studio and check on him. Maybe he needed a break or at least a coffee! Something to keep him awake. Not that you planned on leaving without him.

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When you pulled into the studio parking lot, you grabbed your bag and the two cups of coffee you had made at home. One for you and one for Yoongi. You used the elevator once you were inside the tall building, tapping your foot impatiently as you watched the numbers climb higher and higher.

It was times like these that made you think of him. When the world was quiet and asleep. And you were alone.

You had met yoongi during a period in his life where he had been very sad and lost. Not knowing what to do next with his life. You had been friends. Acquaintances. You hadn't talked very often, but you ran in the same crowds when you two were young. Your families knew each other.

You had started crushing on him the second his hands had touched a piano key. Playing an old song that he had written the tune to.  His voice quiet as he mouthed words. You had watched him, knowing that he was going to do great things one day. And now he was. He was a famous producer, rapper, Idol.

He had it all. And he had you. The two of you started dating about three years ago. You started talking about home and were checking on him when you asked to meet for coffee. And the rest was history. It turned out that the both of you were completely content with each other. You both liked sleeping and lounging around. You liked music. And you really liked to drink on occasion.

The soft elevator ding shook you out of your trance, the metal doors opening slowly to the floor of the building. Your walk was short as you made a few turns down the hall. Nodding at a few security guards as you passed them.of course they knew who you were. It wasn't the first time you'd visited your boyfriend while he (or his brothers) were working on music.

You moved one cup of coffee next to the other in your arm, hurriedly typing in the password to unlock the door before you used your foot to push through the entrance. A small smile on your face as you took in the familiar sight of the recording room. A black couch against the wall. The soundproof room on your left.

But that smile was quickly replaced with a frown once you saw your tired, stressed boyfriend slouched over his recording equipment. The laptop playing through loops of song chords through headphones that were attached to it.

The older man was rubbing his temples, his black hair disheveled and covering his round face. His black jacket draped on the back of his chair, leaving him in a white tank top and baggy sweats. His usual attire.

"Yoongi?" You called softly, causing the man to jolt up,  turning in his chair to look at you. His eyes had bags under them and he looked defeated.

"Oh. Hey baby." He smiled his gummy smile. His voice low and groggy. Like he had been dozing on and off by accident. "What're you doing here?" He hummed, holding his pale arms out to you. A smile crossed your face as you walked over to him, setting the full cups down on his desk. Before you took a seat in hid lap, his arms coming to close around you gently. His head instantly buried in your neck.

"Bringing you coffee. And checking up on you. " you spoke, leaning your head back on his shoulder. "You haven't been sleeping." You pointed out, frowning as you moved in his lap.

Your legs now hooked over the arms of The chair, your back to the other side. Effectively being almost cradled by the man. Your hands moved to push his hair back from his face, your thumbs rubbing under his eyes gently.

Yoongis eyes closing a bit as you did, a sigh leaving him before he yawned. "Mm...sorry." He mumbled, turning to kiss the side of your wrist. Almost missing it as his head fell, his forehead resting on your shoulder now.

"It's okay baby. But...maybe it's best if you come home tonight. Get some sleep and some real food." Now that you looked around, the empty Ramen cups became more noticeable. A deeper frown settling on your face. "Come on big guy." You poked him gently on the cheek.

Yoongi stirred slightly before sitting his head up, his eyes mere slits as he shook his head. "I gotta show you something..." He whispered, scooting his chair across the floor back to his keyboard.

He gently maneuvered you where he could position his arms over the keys. Your eyes watching as he began to play a simple melody. It made you smile as you sat there and listened.

Yoongi, the man that he was, wrote a song just for you. And now he was playing it for your ears only. A private little event, even if he was beyond exhausted. He didn't have many ways of expressing his love for you,  but with music, he could do anything.

And he loved you more than words or a song could describe. The way your smile lit up his dark soul. The way your laugh made his bad days better. Even when you would make him angry, he still loved you. You were the very thing that kept him grounded.

When the song ended, he sat back in hie chair. Sipping now at the coffee you brought him. "Like it?" He asked, yawning once more. To which you nodded quickly, a few stay tears in your eyes. "I loved it. I love you." You whispered, kissing over his face and making him sleepily chuckle.

"Mm...whole album, just for you." He smiled, his hands rubbing your pajama clad thighs.

"For me? Baby, I don't need a whole album. I just need you to take care of yourself." You laughed slightly, sniffing just a bit as you moved to stand. "Come on." You breathed, grabbing his hands now and helping him out of his chair. Making the tired man groan childishly.

"What for?" He asked, watching you search for his shoes. You pointed to his jacket. "Grab your things. You're coming home tonight."

Yoongi stretched, reluctantly getting his stuff. His shoes now on his feet. "But...the music. My album." He protested. You just shook your head and sighed. "It'll be here when you come back. But right now, I'm your music. And you don't want me to leave do you?" You set your hands on your hips.

Yoongi quickly shook his head, walking towards the door and past you. "Good," you spoke, "because you're going home, eating, showering because you smell, and then you're going to cuddle with me until you sleep."

Yoongi nodded. He liked when you were bossy towards him. Most days anyways.

And once the two of you had gotten home, and yoongi had eaten two servings of dinner, he showered and groggily climbed into bed with you. The TV on and casting light out into the dark room.

His head met your chest as you were propped up against the headboard, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled against your warm skin. A smile on your face as you stroked his clean hair.

"Mm...thank you." He mumbled softly into the quiet. Your lips curling into a small smile. "For what?" You asked.

"For saving me." He responded, before snores left him. His body completely relaxed against yours as you continued to hold him.  Still stroking his hair.

"I love you too." You whispered, before you turned the TV off and joined your boyfriend in sleep. Knowing that you would always be here to pull him out of the darkness.

[goldenchimmy]

Concert Confessions

Pairings:JungkookxFem!Reader

CW: Smut, cursing,oral(fem-recieving),breeding kink

(This is my first fanfic with jungkook,edits might be needed!! Apologies!)

You confront your boyfriend Jungkook backstage during a performance.

Jungkook knew that he was overworking himself. That he'd pushed himself to his limit once again this past week. But he couldn't help it. He was the Golden Maknae after all. He had to be absolutely perfect at everything he did. Otherwise, he didn't even deserve that title.

The man knew that he was also neglecting your needs. Leaving you for long periods of time without so much as a text letting you know how he was doing or when he'd see you again. But you had let it slide. He was an idol after all and you knew that he had a busy life outside your shared apartment walls.

You had to learn how to balance work and play, just as he had. Or rather... was trying to do. It was still just work for him. He spent less and less time at the apartment with you and more time exercising and practicing his already perfect dance skills.

"Bunny.." You had muttered one night while you layed there in silence together. His cock still securely buried inside you after he had thoroughly used you. "Stay with me tomorrow. We can lay around and binge watch movies. Eat junk food and such..." your voice groggy with oncoming drowsiness as you stroked his hair. Sweat clinging to the long, dark strands.

But he just sighed in return, his half-lidded doe eyes meeting yours. "You know I can't..." He whispered, a yawn leaving him. He was always tired after nights like these. You didn't call him 'Bunny' just for his smile...

"You say that all the time. You're busy all the time. Why can't you just take a day off? Please?" You begged quietly. Listening to his breathing in the ever-darkening room. Moonlight starting to crack through the curtain covered windows of your shared bedroom.

He stayed silent for awhile. You could have almost sworn he had fallen asleep until he let out another sigh. Deep and irritated as he moved to separate from your tangled limbs. Causing the softest of groans to leave your lips as he slid out of you, leaving a trail of your mixed releases on your inner thighs.

"The answer is no. I can't. Not with the concert coming up later next month." His back was to you as he sat on the edge of the bed. His head in his hands as he rubbed at his eyes. The moon outlined the dark ink covering his right arm and the muscles in his back. He definitely had been working out.

A frown set on your face as you gently moved over to lay your head against his back. Your arms wrapping around him. "Okay. It's okay bunny." You breathed into the quiet, before a yawn left you. Jungkook chuckled softly then at your tired state before he turned and pulled you into his arms.

"Go to sleep baby." He hummed, his lips kissing over your forehead and then your eyelids. Over your nose as well before he layed down with you again. Pulling the blankets up around both your naked forms. "I'll be here when you get up, hm?" He whispered against your hairline. The only acknowledgment from you was a faint nod.

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But that had been nearly a month ago. And since then you've had yet to share a morning with him. If you saw him at all, it was usually when you forced yourself to stay awake or when you'd send him texts asking if he was coming home.

It was getting old. And it was getting on your nerves. Almost a whole month of barely seeing eachother had made you a madwoman. And his concert was tonight. The first leg anyways. It was here in the city, before he would continue his tour to the states. A tour that he hadn't even told you about until last minute. A tour that you couldn't even go on.

Your own plans kept you away from that. You had family here and friends. And online classes in America you needed to attend. A world tour would only distract you. But that didn't stop you from being upset at him for springing the news on you like that.

Through a text of all things!

But tonight you would change things up. You weren't going to wait for him to come home. You were going to him. Sure, you didn't have tickets to his show, but you knew the staff and the other members of BTS. His brothers in every sense of the word. They could easily get you in. Even if jungkook didn't want to talk about this, you were going to make him.

You felt like you had become second to everything in his life. Jungkook had been dating you for nearly a year and a half now. And until now, everything was perfect. You would make it perfect again.

And showing up at the concert that night was only the beginning. The easy part of the whole confrontation. Jimin and Hobi had led you through the back door. They had already performed and now RM was on stage talking to Army as the boys called their fans.

The screams were near deafening as the two men led you around a corner full of staff and bodyguards, into a long hall with doors on either side. Jimim was wiping sweat from his brow before he cleared his throat. "You know...he only works so hard to make you happy."

You stayed silent as you nodded. "I know. But I don't see him anymore. This isn't fair to me or to our relationship."

Hobi shared a look with the younger before shaking his head. The three of you stopping at Jungkooks dressing room. Hobi patted your shoulder as he led Jimin away from you.

You took a few breaths before entering the room. Closing the door behind you, blocking out the noise from the stage and the crowd. "Jungkook?" You called softly. Your eyes searching the room before he came walking out of the small bathroom. His makeup done and his hair wild around his face.

"What are you doing here baby?" He asked, his dark doe eyes wide as he paused across the room. "I thought you were busy at home?" He asked, setting his mic and jacket down on a nearby table.

You watched him for a moment, debating on all the words you had planned to say to him. But nothing came out. It felt like you hadn't seen him in forever. And now you were rendered speechless.

Jungkook watched you, his brows knitted together before he took a few steps towards you. His hand reaching out and cupping your cheek. His ringed thumb stroking over the soft skin. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"This. This is wrong." You whispered. "It feels like I haven't seen you in years, bunny. It shouldn't feel that way." You breathed. Your voice shaky as you watched him frown. "You're always here. You're never home. I never see you anymore unless it's for a brief time when you forgot something at home. You're always busy, and you don't take time out for me anymore."

Atleast the idol had a slight hurt look to his face. Atleast you had explained how you were feeling to him. You had had trouble doing that in the past. But you were tired of it.

"Well?", you asked, your hands on your hips as you stared at him. Jungkook stayed silent for a moment before eventually he let out a soft sigh. The boy chewing on his pierced lip. "I have to be perfect. Always. And that's why I train and work out. Why I leave you all the time. It's not easy. But it's what I do." He shrugged.

"You've used that excuse before. You can't keep neglecting our relationship like this. It's not fair to me. To us." You whispered, moving to place your hand on his arm. "Jungkook...if- if you need time away. If you need a break from our relationship, I understand." You smiled sadly.

Jungkooks doe eyes widened as his gaze snapped to your face. He was quiet as he stared at you. Before his lips were suddenly on yours. His pierced tongue working into your mouth. Fighting for dominance as you opened up for him. Muffling the surprised gasp that left your mouth.

"You're dumb." He mumbled against your lips. His hands holding a tight grip on your waist as he pulled you against him. And when he kissed you again, you leaned into it. Your hands finding their way into his dark hair. Tugging slightly as you used your tiptoes to put more force into the kiss.

Jungkook kissed back with a passion. A hunger. One that he hadn't felt in a few months. Maybe he had been neglecting you, as it was apparent that you definitely needed more than just his lips.

"Baby.." He breathed softly after pulling away. His lips ghosting yours as he spoke. "I have a show soon..." He whispered, a slight smile on his face as he ran a thumb along your bottom lip. His other on your hip still, squeezing gently.

"I know." You smiled up at him. "I don't care...I want you bunny." You laughed slightly. He chuckled against your lips then, looking over to check the clock on the wall. Before his dark eyes were on your face once again. "I think I can spare thirty minutes. Let's see if we can beat your record, hm?" He grinned.

Before you were lifted by his strong arms, the boy moving and setting you on his vanity table the stylists used for his hair and makeup. His lips attacking yours. His hands had secured your legs around his waist, your ass on the edge of the table as your hands dug into his hair.

A shuddered groan left your lips as you felt him push his hips against yours. The obvious bulge in his pants making you more aroused than you already were. "Fuck." You breathed, pulling away for air as jungkooks lips moved to suck and bite at your neck. It had been forever since he had marked you. Had claimed you so proudly for others to see.

Your hands reached down to take off his shirt, but his own hands stopped you. "Not enough time." He whispered quickly, his eyes meeting yours before he nodded towards your pants. "Those need to be off though." He winked before moving his lips to the other side of your neck.

You nodded, leaning back against the mirror. Your head craned back against the glass as your breaths became short. Soft groans leaving the two of you. Jungkook made sure to leave behind perfect purple and red bruises along your neck and collarbone. Your shirt slightly tugged down so he could leave more.

Meanwhile, your shaky hands reached down to unzip and unbutton your jeans, your thumbs hooked in fabric to slide them down your generous thighs. Jungkook pulling away to watch you. His own hands sliding his belt off and unbuttoning his own jeans. Before he moved closer to tug your jeans down. Taking your underwear with them.

Once both your pants and underwear were shed somewhere on the floor, jungkook had you securely bent over the table. Your tear-stained face meeting your own in the reflection of the mirror as you held back your loud cries of pleasure.

Jungkook on the other hand was knelt down behind your bare half, fingers spreading your glistening folds apart as his tongue slid along your pulsing clit. It made your toes curl as you struggled to remain silent like he had asked. The door was locked, but still...you were known to be loud-

"J-jungkook-" you gasped shakily, warmth spreading down your spine as the familiar closeness of an orgasm began. Your teeth working your lip as you moaned softly into your hand. Your hips pressing back against the boys mouth.

"Not yet. Hold it." He breathed against your heat, before he all but pulled away, making you whine, your eyes meeting his hooded, dark ones in the mirror. "I'm not done. We still have twenty minutes." He grinned.

And those next twenty minutes were pure carnal desire. He had you on your back, on your side. Bent over the edge of the couch arm. Virtually any available surface was used in that dressing room.

But right now, he was still driving into you with a force. His cock soaked with your multiple orgasms. The boy panting over you as he pushed your legs back further so he could reach deeper inside you.

"I'm gonna cum baby-" he whined slightly, sweat sliding down his temple as he looked down at you. Your brain was practically numb, so the only thing you could do was nod quickly. Letting him know with your movements that you wanted it. Wanted him to fill you with all his seed.

You wanted him to claim your body again as you moved, locking your legs around his waist tightly. You were safe. Protected from pregnancy. And you loved when jungkook finished inside you. You could say it was almost a kink. A ritual in your relationship.

And when jungkook came, he filled you until you could take no more. Release spilling out of you and around his cock when he slowly pulled out of you. A perfect smile on his panting face as he watched.

You always liked it when he looked at you like that.

"I love you." He breathed, leaning down to kiss your lips multiple times. "I'm sorry I work so much. I promise to make more time with you. Let me finish this last concert and we can go home and talk. Yeah?" He nodded. Finding his pants and sliding them back on after cleaning himself up.

Jungkook helped you up as well, cleaning you gently before he handed you your pants. He kissed your forehead again before he had to leave for his set. The fans outside cheering loudly when he opened the door to backstage.

And when his show started, and he was there dancing and singing perfectly, you were there with a proud smile on your face (and a limp in your step) watching from backstage. With the promise that there would be more time with him in the future.

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I hope you enjoyed this first story! I hope to write more soon! Leave me recommendations! Until next time!!

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