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Hi!!!! Okay, first of all, I'm in love with your writing!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕And I was wondering (I've never done a story request so if it is horrible, please just ignore it 😅) but I was wondering if you could write a story of maybe yandereboyfriend/friend jungkook kinda forces older (not heaps but like 2-5 years older but shes just shy and confused when it comws to sex and intimacy) reader to loose her virginity to him and she likes it at the end?? If this is super uncomfortable, please don't even think about it 😅😶‍🌫️👉👈 or if you wanna do something completely different, I'd love your writing anyways!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

hello! yes I can :) thank you for sending a request and being so patient! i feel like this yandere is more light than the usual lol

best friends!

jungkook doesn't like the idea of you wanting to loose your virginity to anyone that wasn't him. @momnomnom @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @minshookie29 idol version

word count: 6.100

warning: naive/shy reader, mentions of watching porn, childhood friends jungkook + reader, smut scenes, coercion, masturbation, manipulation, light yandere tedancies, jealous jungkook, dub-con moments, dry humping, kissing, nipple sucking, oral sex, loss of virginity, rough sex, dacryphilia, fingering, unprotected sex, spitting,

“You’ll never be able to seduce a man, Noona.” Jungkook laughs boisterously, causing your face to heat up. “You’re just too shy.”

Jungkook’s eyes watch as your arms cross over your chest, any self-confidence you had slowly falling. He hums, turning over on his bed to face you. He then places a hand on your thigh. “Noona…”

“Stop calling me that, Jungkook.” you murmur. He knows that you prefer to be called by your name, but he’d often ignore you because of how much he enjoys teasing you, even after years of friendship. 

“You’re upset with me.” says Jungkook.

“I’ve stopped calling you Kookie like you asked.”

Jungkook snorts. “That’s because the nickname doesn’t fit me anymore. I’m a man.” his hand squeezes your thigh. “Besides, I said stop calling me that in public. You and I are alone now.”

You and Jungkook have been friends since childhood, your father and his being great friends. The age difference never bothered you as much, and you’d often recall calling Jungkook your baby brother during his primary and middle school days - you having been homeschooled. It was when Jungkook grew in size and age and reached High School did he demand you stop calling him that but never gave a reason as to why.

Even now, as Jungkook and you are adults, the friendship remains. You went to him for whatever you thought you needed and he was there. Moving away from your father had been a big step and finding a job to support yourself was even bigger, but you were never truly alone because you had Jungkook - you and he living together.

Jungkook was the opposite of you. While your job consisted of you being home, he wasn’t. He made friends easily while you remained with a close knit circle. He was more social when needed and you often closed up around people you didn’t know. Most of your friends were Jungkook’s friends that he considered brothers - you recall asking him why he considered them family and not you. Jungkook didn’t give you any reason, stating that you’d never be a sister in his eyes, no matter if he knew you longer or not.

Now you and Jungkook lay in his bed, an action that he insisted on every so often, and watched tv. He’d often hold you, his breath tickling your ear with how close he was. A certain thought now laid on your mind and when you brought it up to Jungkook, his initial thought was to laugh at you. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.” Jungkook sighs. He pushes himself closer to you, the hand on your thigh firmly keeping you in place. “It’s just…you don’t go out much. You’ve been homeschooled your entire life and you don’t really have friends besides the ones I have.”

Jungkook continues. “You literally cried the first time I showed you porn.” he tries his hardest not to laugh at the memory of you and he, both in High School. You had come over to his home while his parents were working. Jungkook had asked you about it randomly, and when you insisted that you never watched something as normal as porn, he insisted that you and he watch together. 

You’re flushed with heat at the embarrassing memory. “You…” you take a deep breath so your voice wouldn’t crack. “You told me it was just sex.”

“Is it not?” Jungkook knits his brows. 

“They were crying!”

“In pleasure.” says Jungkook. “I should have started you off easy and not gone into bondage.” low, he begins to laugh. It’s a memory that he’s fond of. “But I don’t regret showing you either. It was the first time you came!”

A memory you wished Jungkook would forget - and stop bringing up. That same night he insisted on teaching you about masturbation, telling you that it was normal. You’ve never done so before, feeling weird about it all together, but Jungkook wouldn’t allow you to leave until you at least gave it a try. 

“You even cried in pleasure.” 

Jungkook closes his eyes, the scene flashing in his mind. How innocent you appeared, completely confused on what in the world you were doing. It was then did Jungkook tell you that he’d talk you through it. It took a half an hour of convincing, of course. Getting you out of your pants, then your underwear. 

“Open your legs, Y/N.” Jungkook had said, grabbing your wrist. “Put your fingers right…there.” he places them onto your clit and you flinch at the feeling. “Then rub…” he murmured, his hand coaching you to rub until you got the hang of it.

Jungkook will never forget the sight and how hard he was at just watching you. Your breathing hitching, the low moans and the calls of his name. It’s a memory he cherishes with you - his best friend - and one of the main reasons as to why he’d never call you his sister; he had to dead that immediately afterwards. 

“Who are you trying to seduce anyways?” Jungkook changes the subject and goes back to the original topic. “You found yourself a boyfriend?”

“No.” you quip. “I-I just want to have sex.”

Jungkook raises a brow. “Why?”

“You have sex all the time.” you retort. You didn’t like Jungkook’s question, nor the look in his eyes. 

“I’m also not a virgin.” Jungkook fires back. “You can’t just have sex with anyone, Y/N. Don’t you think it has to be special?”

“Your first time wasn’t with anyone special.” you murmur. “Do you even talk to her anymore?”

Jungkook snickers. “Don’t remember her name.” he shrugs. “But you and I are different. Sex is different for women.” Jungkook says matter-of-factly. “You women create bonds with guys you give your body to. You can’t have that bond with just anyone.”

It was a conversation Jungkook and you had time and time again. As you got older, you were tired of being a virgin - and dating was never an option. Not because you couldn’t find a boyfriend - you could. You had men come up to you asking for your number and if you’d be interested in going on dates. 

The problem was Jungkook. He lingered around you often, and you never minded. He was your best friend and each man that tried were always shot down by him, not you. “He’s ugly.” Jungkook said about one man. “He looks like he doesn’t even shower, Y/N. Why he thinks he can speak to you is beyond me.” was said about another. “Men only want one thing. They can tell that you’ve never been touched.”

“What about Hoseok?”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, your question lingering in his mind.

Hoseok?

Hoseok.

Jung Hoseok as his friend - the man he calls his brother?

There’s a dark look in Jungkook’s eyes as he thinks about your question. 

“Do you like him?”

“I love Hoseok.” you say calmly. “Like I love you.”

Jungkook doesn’t realize that his nails are digging into your skin until he hears you yelp. There was no way in Hell you love Hoseok the same as you loved him; the thought makes him want to gag.

“Why Hoseok?”

You aren’t sure how to respond. “I’ve known him for years.” was all you can think of. You and he were around the same age and he was nice, always smiling widely at you whenever he came around. “Maybe Namjoon?”

Jungkook swallows.

“You look at my friends often?”

There’s a change in Jungkook’s tone that has you cowering.

“I-I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Do you want to fuck my friends?” 

You’re taken aback by the harshness in Jungkook’s tone. 

“I…I don’t know anyone else but your friends.”

Jungkook snickers. He wasn’t going to allow you and Hoseok - or Namjoon, hell, anyone - to do anything. Hoseok is a man such as he is and the thought of his taking something precious from you was driving him wild. Wild because he knows that if you asked Hoseok, he would.

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Hoseok has a girlfriend.”

A lie, but you’d never know that.

“Oh.” you appeared bummed. “Nam-”

“No.”

You swallow. “Jimin…?”

“Do you fantasize about them?”

You’ve know his friends as long as he has, and now he’s wondering when you had the thought of fucking them in your mind. 

“I just want to have sex.” you sigh in defeat, not wanting to cause a fight with Jungkook.

“Why wouldn’t you ask me?”

Jungkook doesn’t care how unreasonably spoiled he may sound. You were his best friend, after all. He kept creeps away from you who wanted nothing but to wet their cocks. You were safe with him in the home you and he shared - he’d be damned if he’d allow a man to come in here and fuck you.

You’re silent, and Jungkook continues. 

“You don’t love me.”

Your eyes widen when you feel Jungkook remove himself from you.

“I do.” you quip. “I-I just…I don’t have anyone else. I’m tired of not knowing what it feels like.” watching television with sexual scenes had you wondering if sex was truly as good as they made it seem. You recall hearing from Taehyung, another friend of Jungkook, that porn is often fake and not everything you see was real - but how could it not be when their eyes are rolling and they’re screaming with such passion?

“If you loved me, Y/N, you’d ask me.”

Your heart sinks when Jungkook lifts from his lying position. You hated arguing with him. He was someone you loved and trusted with your life - him being upset with you had your anxiety spiking.

“I thought you had someone you were seeing.” you admit. You recall seeing her a few times in the home. She never spoke, but then again neither did you. She would stroll past you to enter Jungkook’s bedroom and only ever gave you a small grin. 

“Oh her.” Jungkook brushes past the statement. “I am. Somewhat.” he shrugs his shoulders. Her contemplated asking her out - she was decent looking and a good fuck. But he didn’t love her nor respect her enough to make her his girlfriend. He was just bored at the moment. “Why does that matter?”

The same way it matters that Hoseok had a girlfriend, you think. You want to say it, but you didn’t want to upset Jungkook anymore than he already was. “I don’t want to come between that.”

Jungkook wants to laugh. “I don’t love her. I love you.” Jungkook says, a tone in his voice that indicates that it should be obvious. “You are my best friend. You should be able to come to me when you need me. Not anyone else.”

You lift yourself up from the bed, as well, and you slowly nod your head. “Sorry.” you murmur.

Jungkook turns to face you, a full smile on his lips. “It’s okay. I’ll forgive you, Y/N.” Jungkook holds his hand out for you to grab. 

You do, and Jungkook lightly tugs you closer. You and he are face to face now.

“Sex is more than just losing your virginity.” Jungkook’s thumb rubs your knuckles. “Sex should be pleasurable for both of us. Masturbation is a form of sex. You’ve done that already.”

You nod slowly, feeling hot. 

“Tell me, Y/N.” Jungkook says. “When you masturbate, what makes you cum?”

You lick your lips, again embarrassed. You swallow while trying to find the words to answer Jungkook.

“When you watch porn, what do you like?” Jungkook changes the question up, and understands how shy you were - even with him. 

Jungkook waits patiently for you to respond. “I-I…” you glance away from him. His eyes were always so piercing, like small black holes that can swallow anyone whole. 

“Don’t be shy. We’re best friends, right?” Jungkook pulls you closer to him. “If you loved me, Y/N, you’ll tell me. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”

You nod. “Oral sex?” your words come out questioningly. 

Jungkook nods. “Okay. That’s a start. Oral sex is a big part of sex. It’s a form of foreplay. Get things started.”

“I don’t think you should do that.” you’re horrified with Jungkook’s face being so close to your sex. Yes, he’s seen it before - years ago - but that was then. He was a man now and he’s had sex with countless women.

“Why not?” Jungkook tilts his head. 

You’re silent, and Jungkook sighs. “You don’t trust me.”

“I do!” 

“Then why don’t you trust me to pleasure you? You’d rather go to my friends than trust me, Y/N. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“I’m sorry.” you quip. “I just don’t think it…looks good?”

Jungkook blinks. 

You swallow.

“Of course it looks good.” Jungkook then laughs. “I’ve already seen it.”

“That was years ago.” you murmur, casting your eyes away. 

“True. But still. You trust and love me just like I trust and love you.” Jungkook places a hand on your cheek for you to look at him. “If we’re going to do this, you can’t hide your body from me. I’ll have to show you mine, too.”

You nod your head.

“We can start now.”

You inhale deeply. You don’t move, and when Jungkook notices he frowns. 

“Y/N. What did I say?”

“Don’t hide from you.” you murmur. 

“Exactly. Here. I’ll help you take your clothes off and you can do the same for me.”

Jungkook is slow when he puts his hands at the end of your shirt. He lifts it up and you stiffen, unsure of what to do next. The shirt comes over your head and Jungkook throws it aside. 

“Okay?” asks Jungkook, his eyes glancing down to the bra you’re wearing. It’s red and basic, but it hugs your breast perfectly. 

You only nod.

“Okay.” Jungkook then goes towards your leggings. They’re tight, but he manages to get his hands inside. He begins to tug and awkwardly, you lift yourself up so he can remove them. Your panties are black and cotton.

“Now you do the same to me.” Jungkook says. He understands you by now, knowing that you’d never take the first move. He grabs your wrists and walks you through it. “Go ahead.”

You’re trembling, you note, as you remove Jungkook’s shirt - an oversize black shirt. You often are reminded how much Jungkook has grown over the years, going from a boy to a man. He worked out often and was athletic. He had many tattoos that litter his skin - you had gone with him for a few of them and pondered how he could sit so calmly. 

“I’ll get up to make it easier.” Jungkook lifts from his bed and waits for you to continue. You’re as slow as before, hands trembling more than before. You tug at the sweats he wore, watching as they fall to the ground. You try to hide the fact that you gawk at the bulge in his briefs, swallowing at the sight. 

“Y/N.”

You blink up to look at Jungkook.

“You trust me, right?”

You nod your head.

“Okay.” Jungkook gives you a grin. “Come here.”

Jungkook leans down, his hand grasping your chin. He no longer hesitates or holds back, placing his lips upon yours.

You’re shocked, completely stiff, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. You’ll give into him eventually - it may take a few rounds, but you will.

You’re pushed backwards, back hitting the mattress. Jungkook hovers above you, his hands placing themselves onto your shoulders to keep you in place. 

You gasp for air when Jungkook removes his lips from yours, but then they’re trailing down your jawline to your neck. You’re breathing heavily, unsure what to do.

“You can touch me.” says Jungkook, as if reading your mind. “Don’t just lay there.”

Jungkook continues to kiss at your neck, his left hand leaving your shoulder and grabs your hand. He places it upon his chest for you to take the lead. His hand then goes to your waist to pull you closer to him. 

Your heart thumps that this is happening now - you and Jungkook. Goosebumps litter your skin, the hair standing straight up. But you do as you’re told, hand grabbing Jungkook’s bicep and squeezing it. 

Jungkook forces your legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. You yelp when you feel him, his bulge grinding directly against you. There’s a deep groan from Jungkook that you hear coming from your neck. 

“You have to engage.” Jungkook lifts slightly to look at your face. “Kiss me like I’m kissing you.”

You’re left stunned when Jungkook flips the both of you, his own back hitting the mattress and now you’re on top of him. He places his hands on your hips, a smirk on his lips. “It’ll be easier for you this way. I’ll let you take the lead.”

There’s a tension - one sided - when you lean down to his own neck.

“You’re still shy. It’s just me.” Jungkook sighs.

 It was easier for him to say. He wasn’t the virgin - or the closed off one that has been homeschooled. The only friend she kept was Jungkook, and his friends, but mainly Jungkook. There was no one she could go to that was the same sex that she could vent to about her frustrations. 

“Just let loose, Y/N. We’re friends. There’s nothing you can do that’ll make me view you differently.”

You try your best, even closing your eyes in hopes that’d be better. Your lips place themselves at the nape of Jungkook’s neck, and ever so gently did you kiss him. You allowed your hands to rub softly on his bare shoulders, kissing down his neck until you got to his collarbone.

Jungkook hums to himself, his cock twitching to be let loose from his underwear. 

You were adjusting - only a bit - but you’d soon be fully accepting. Jungkook allows his hands to dip from your waist and he grabs your ass fully in his grasp.

You swallow, hiding back the surprised gasp. You don’t want Jungkook to think you don’t trust him - because you do. You don’t want to appear utterly shy and closed off. You were older than Jungkook and he had to be the one to show you what life was like, as sad as it was.

“Okay. Now kiss me.” 

You nod your head. You want to avoid Jungkook’s gaze, but he doesn’t falter. “You’ll have to look at me eventually, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“I know.” you murmur back, and now meet his eyes. Jungkook smiles when you do, and his head lifts slightly.

Your head dips down to capture his lips in yours once more. There’s a fire running through you this time at the feeling - no longer hesitant or awkward to kiss him. It felt…normal; as if this is something the two of you always did. 

Jungkook’s teeth catch your bottom lip and he lightly tugs. “Let loose.” he whispers, and then dives into your mouth again. This time, his tongue pushes past your teeth and meets your own, it’s warm and slimy, but it causes you to moan.

Jungkook’s hands grip your ass, keeping you firmly against his erection. He rubs up your sides for a moment, then on your back. His hands are now on your bra and he appears to be swift in unhooking it.

“Kookie…” you murmur against his lips.

“It’s okay.” Jungkook responds. “You trust me, remember?”

You nod, but trust doesn’t help with your self–consciousness. 

Jungkook tugs at your bra until it’s fully off of you. He disgards it, bare hands now taking your breast entirely. He doesn't care how heavy he’s breathing, or how rough his hands squeeze your breast.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook praises.

 It’s weird hearing it - for you at least.

 Jungkook rarely compliments you - not because he doesn’t think you are, but because he never really has a reason to. He sees you the same everyday - his best friend who he has breakfast, occasionally lunch and dinner with. You’re the same Y/N that he shares movie nights with where the two of you cuddle and laugh at whatever was on the screen. 

Now, however, Jungkook has to compliment you. He has to let you know how beautiful you are now - a woman. You grew into your womanly curves over the years, hiding it behind loose clothing, but never truly hiding it. You never hid from him; occasionally wearing shorts that showed your legs and the roundness of your ass, or tank-tops that made your breast appear more plump.

You yelp when Jungkook pinches your nipple. He chuckles at your reaction. “So responsive.” he says, more to himself than to you. 

“W-What-”

Jungkook’s tongue licks on your nipple, shuddering at feeling. He couldn’t help but to bring it entirely into his mouth, tongue twirling and suckling on it while his free hand pinches the other. There’s a euphoric feeling engulfing him right now. Yes, he did think about you sexually at times - he was a man and he couldn’t help it. But this was far better than any feeling, any thought or dream he’s ever had. 

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook manages to say, popping your nipple from his mouth to just engulf the other one.

“Yes.”

You don’t intend to sound so soft and meek, moaning against Jungkook. But you couldn’t hide it any longer. You can feel the wetness between your legs, arousal pooling out - and Jungkook’s grinding didn’t make it any better.

“You can talk to me, Y/N. You can tell me how  much you like it. How I make you feel.” 

Jungkook kisses both of your nipples softly. 

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me how you feel.” Jungkook repeats. “Here,” his right hand drops your breast and without warning, he slaps your ass. The sound echoes, as does you shriek. “I love the way your ass feels.” he then squeezes it in the palm of his hands. “I love the sweet moans coming from those pretty lips of yours.” he continues. 

You’re hot, Jungkook’s words cause a new sensation to run through you - nerves running through your body and meeting exactly between your legs. 

“It feels good when you touch me.” you say, admitting even if you want nothing more than to hide. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook lightly laughs. He squeezes your ass again. “What else?”

You huff, this time now hiding your face. Your head is between his shoulder and neck.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. Just tell me.” Jungkook encourages. “You trust me like I trust you.”

You sigh. Jungkook was going to be the death of you - you were going to die with embarrassment.

“I like the way you look.” 

Jungkook, again, is swift with his movement. He’s once more on top of you. He’s now forcing you to look at him - as if you weren’t embarrassed enough.

You go to cover yourself, but that wasn’t something Jungkook was going to allow. 

“Go on, Y/N.” Jungkook places a quick peck on your lips before he kisses down your neck to your collarbone. 

Your breath is shaky - but it was all Jungkook. His hands rub along your sides as his lips send kisses between your breasts, going lower and lower. “You make me feel…different.”

Jungkook’s lips are now on your stomach. “What’s different?”

“Wet…?”

Jungkook groans. His fingers are hooked between your panties and he wants nothing more than to remove them and dive in, but he’d remain calm for now.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you’re unsure what Jungkook had in store for you. 

You do, however, and Jungkook is now directly between your legs. Your thighs quiver at the sight. 

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks, and before you can answer, he places a single kiss upon your clothed clit.

Your throat tightens.

Jungkook wasn’t going to stop. He wanted to hear you speak - hear your thoughts, whatever moans you had in you. He didn’t want you to be shy - not with him. He wasn’t a stranger and who else should be the one to take your virginity than him?

Not Hoseok.

Not Namjoon.

Not Jimin - none of his friends.

Just Jungkook.

Dare he say he was entitled to it - you were his best friend. He was there for whatever you needed him to be; and this was one thing you didn’t come to him for (not at first). You wanted his assistance in finding you someone. The thought still upsets him.

“Kookie.” you sigh, hands crashing to your face. 

“So shy.” Jungkook tsks. His hands grip your waist and he drags you to the edge of the bed, him falling to his knees before you. “I’ll take the lead.”

You feel your panties being tugged off. You’re unsure of what to do or say - you knew you had to keep breathing or you’d pass out. The coolness of the air hits you and now you fully accept that you’re naked for Jungkook, completely bare before his eyes to see.

You’re so wet, Jungkook notes, arousal coating your lips and thighs. The thought of how excited you’ve been and nothing has happened yet makes him groan, anticipating what's to come.

Your throat releases a gasp and instantly, your legs clench shut, caging Jungkook in.

“S-Sorry, i-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Relax.” Jungkook laughs, a gleeful tone in his voice. He had done nothing but flick your clit with his tongue. “Watch me, okay?”

You nod your head.

Jungkook hooks his hands right on your thighs, holding them in a firm grip so you wouldn’t be easily reactive - not without him stopping you. He dips his head back between your legs, tongue dipping between your folds.

Your eyes flutter, unable to truly focus on Jungkook like he wants you to. 

The sight alone is filthy - his head bobbing back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. Occasionally, his eyes would dart up to capture your reaction, satisfied that you no longer hid your moans from him.

But the noises Jungkook made were another thing. He suckles on your clit, completely ravishing you as if it was the finest meal. He’s animalistic, not caring. He would draw his head back and spit, then continue his assault upon your clit.

“Kookie, I-I, you need to stop.” you try to get away from Jungkook, but he doesn’t allow it. If anything, Jungkook holds you even tighter. You were going to cum, of course, never truly experiencing a man going down on you. Your stomach churns and you feel like you are going to explode. “Kookie, please stop…”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker up at you. Your eyes are snapped shut and there’s a few droplets trailing down your cheeks. Jungkook grunts into your pussy. His fingernails dig into your naked flesh, his tongue laying flat against your clit. He continues to ravish you, not caring about your pleas - it was obvious you wanted more and was far too inexperienced to understand it.

Jungkook dives deeper and deeper, your cries only fueling him for more. Your arousal coats the bottom half of his face entirely. 

There was another attempt to remove yourself, buckling your hips, but Jungkook only shoves you back down upon the bed. Your toes are curling and you’re unable to see straight. There’s a tightness in your stomach that’s utterly unfamiliar to you.

“I’m not going to stop.”

Jungkook’s voice is deeper - deepest you’ve ever heard it.

“Not until you cum.”

 Jungkook’s right hand removes itself from holding your thigh, but that only means he’s holding the other tighter. 

Your back arches when you feel his fingers at your entrance.

“I can’t-”

“You will.” 

Jungkook doesn’t give a warning before entering his finger’s inside of you. You jump at the foreign feeling. You swallow back and shriek.

“So tight.” Jungkook murmurs to himself.

 Two fingers is all you can handle for now. That doesn’t mean Jungkook goes easy on you. He pumps inside of you vigorously, your walls clenching around his digits. Each time he hits a deeper spot that has you jerking.

“I know it feels good, Y/N. My pretty girl.”

You can’t speak, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He pumps and pumps until you’re cumming all over him, arousal splashing onto the hardwood floors of his bedroom. 

You’re a crying twitching mess, whimpering to yourself. Jungkook removes his fingers, satisfied with your appearance.

“I could fuck you right now. You’re so wet, Y/N.”

You exhale, eyes snapping open. “Kookie, I-”

“Don’t tell me you can’t take me.”

Jungkook pushes down his underwear and you freeze.

You’ve never seen Jungkook naked before, never going past witnessing him shirtless.

Now Jungkook is as nude as you, cock erect and hard. His tip is red and leaking with pre-cum, the shaft twitching in anticipation.

“I can’t.” you cry, now dwelling on the idea of having sex with the man.

Jungkook snickers. He grips his cock and slaps the tip against your wet clit. So wet, he thinks. Wet and warm, completely aroused because of him.

“You were willing to fuck my friends.”

Jungkook rubs the tip against your clit in slow circular motions. It makes a wet and sloppy sound as he does.

“They don’t love you, Y/N. Not like I do.”

You twitch at the feeling, overstimulated enough, even if it did feel good.

“Don’t you love me, Y/N?” Jungkook’s eyes don't leave your clit. He continues to tap and circle the tip of his cock against it, the sight beautiful.

“I do…”

“Then why do you keep denying me pleasure?”

Jungkook removes his hand from his cock to place it upon your hips, keeping you in place. He begins to thrust forward, sliding his entire cock against your clit.

“I allowed you to cum, haven’t i?” Jungkook grunts. “Milked my fingers like a little whore. But you won’t let me fuck you.”

Jungkook’s words cause you to gasp - that and the way his cock feels against your already stimulated clit. 

Jungkook’s open’s his mouth, a trail of saliva dripping right onto your clit, not because you needed it - you were literally dripping - but just because he wanted to. In his eyes, spitting upon you was an act of marking his territory and after he fucked you - and he was going to regardless - he would assure that only he would be the one fucking you afterwards; always and forever.

Jungkook continues to rub, his pace quickening. 

“Do you think another man would have given you the satisfaction?” Jungkook hisses. “They would’ve fucked you and left, Y/N. This is why I’m here. I love you, my pretty girl…” his tone softens. “...so wet and ready for me. You’ll let me have you, right, Y/N? You’ll let me be the one who takes your virginity?”

Slowly, you nod your head. Jungkook was someone you loved greatly. He was a man and understood how men think - you couldn’t be upset with him now. “Okay…” 

Jungkook smiles wide, full set of teeth shining at you. “My pretty girl. You’re always so good for me. Give me your hand.”

You do as Jungkook tells you to do, and he guides your hand to touch his cock. It twitches in your grip.

“Tighten your grip.” Jungkook demands and groans when you do. “Okay, baby…now center it at your pussy.”

You’re being so obedient for him, Jungkook thinks. He watches as you do what he tells you, the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole. “Good girl.” Jungkook mumbles.

“Don’t you need to wear a condom?”

Jungkook wants to laugh at your words. “Condoms are for people who have one night stands. Why would I wear a condom with you?” he asks, a tilt of his head. He had no intention of allowing you to fuck another man, so him not wearing a condom was alright.

You widen your eyes. “Pregnancy…?”

Again, Jungkook laughs. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, only stares into your wide eyes. He had no intention of impregnating you now, but if it happened, then it did. That only meant that it’s what the universe wanted.

“You know I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook says.

“I love you, too.” you respond.

Simpering, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he says, and then without warning, he enters you whole. There’s no warming upm Jungkook thinks, the faster he gets it over with, the faster pleasure will come for you.

When your mouth opens to shriek, Jungkook silences you with his lips. His hips snap inside of you, unable to stop. So tight, he thinks, fully milking his cock with your essence. It’s as though his cock fit perfectly inside of you; like a puzzle piece coming together to complete a set.

The pain is excruciating and you’re unable to pull away from Jungkook. His grip on you was intense, fingers bruising into your skin. 

The sound of skin slapping is loud in the room, echoing off the walls. 

“My pretty girl.” grumbles Jungkook when he releases your lips. “Thank you for trusting me, Y/N.”

The pain shoots throughout your body, but hearing those words from Jungkook was worth it to you. You blink away the tears so you can focus on his face.

“Soon the pain will go away, and you’ll love the way I fuck you.”

You nod. You trusted Jungkook.

It takes a while for the pleasure to come, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t. Jungkook hits your sweet spot, slamming you against his bed with each thrust. Your moans are loud for him, so sweet and melodic - he knew you had it in you to let loose.

“Feels good, pretty girl?” Jungkook questions, the question rhetorical. He knows by the way you clench around him that it does - that and your high pitched moans. 

“Feels…so…good…” you grunt, panting along with each powerful thrust.

“Good.”

Jungkook removes himself just so he can turn you around, chest firmly against his mattress. He enters you once more, hitting even deeper than before.

Your eyes snap shut and your arms shoot out, gripping the bed sheets for support. Whatever you once imagined sex would be like didn’t give it any justice. Sex with Jungkook was a pleasurable feeling you’d never forget - you’re unsure how you’d ever be able to go back to masturbating once this was over. 

Both of Jungkook’s hands place themselves on yours, entangling your hangers with his. His lips kiss your back, pounding inside of you with such passion. 

There it was again, the churning feeling in your stomach.

“I feel you, baby.” Jungkook pants. It’s as if you never want him to stop, creaming his cock like your life depended on it. “Go ahead and cum for me, pretty girl.”

You groan, shaking your head at how good you felt. 

“I love you, Kookie.” you murmur so low that it’s barely audible, but Jungkook hears it loud and clear.

 It causes Jungkook to grind into you deeper and deeper, feeling himself come undone at just words. You told him those three words many times before, but now it felt different. Intimate. This was something he’s never heard during sex - and if there was a chance he did, he wouldn’t care. 

You were who Jungkook loved; his best friend since childhood.

You were the one who Jungkook wanted to hear the words from.

Jungkook’s cumming, his heaving breaths ticking the skin of your back. He doesn't bother to pull out of you, instead he milks your walls completely with his seed, shuddering with complete bliss.

Jungkook won’t regret it - cumming inside of you felt right. It wasn’t as if anyone else would be.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook coos, pulling out of you to tuck you further into his bed. He lays beside you, embracing you from behind. “You did so good for me.”

Your heart swells at the compliment, your eyes heavy with slumber.

Jungkook holds you tight as you drift to sleep, satisfied that you were here with him. 

Not Hoseok or Namjoon or anyone else -  but him.

 After all, he was the only one who truly loved you for who you are and didn’t see you as just a hole to fill - he wasn’t like those other men out in the world. No, Jungkook was better than any man you could ever think about being with. He proceeds to place a kiss upon your temple, satisfied that you were his and his alone.

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[explicit-tae]

Ungodly Hour (1)

That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).

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Word count: 1.687

Warning: idk yall, i was bored, smut, college au, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with good reasons, dirty talking, swallowing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, cumming,

Your mouth wrapped around the tip of Jungkook’s cock, twirling the head in your mouth. You only slightly (maybe more than you want to admit) the way the salty pre-cum drips into your mouth as you suck. Even better were his moans - so soft and velvety; melodic. 

if anyone was to blame it had to be your brother - he was the nuisance in your life. It was as if he intended on making your life a complete mess.

You were a good person, daughter and sister. You did what you had to do - attend classes everyday. You went to work and then home without a care. You worked at a grocery store part time and made enough to pay your half of the rent. Sure, with the price of groceries now you couldn’t be bothered to buy any. But that’s where your parents came in. You craved independence from them but only for privacy. You made sure you were there every night for dinner and sometimes if you had time, breakfast in the mornings. 

Your brother was just upset that you accidentally bought an add-on on his hulu account - but how else were you supposed to watch what you wanted if he was too cheap to pay for anything further? It was bad enough you had to sit through 2 minute ads - it was the least he could do.

This is how you now found yourself sucking Jungkook off - the same man you had been dodging ever since the pair of you met. He gave off fuck boy vibes and the last thing you needed was that in your life - until you actually did need Jungkook. The irony.

Jungkook watches with hooded eyes at the beautiful sight of you. You had now grasped the length of his cock and began to pump him, focusing more on the tip of his head. He was glad the two of you were alone - seeing as you didn’t even have the decency to take him to your room and insisted on doing this on the couch. But Jungkook wasn’t a picky person - he prayed for times such as this. You were the play hard to get type and one thing he enjoyed was the chase. 

Jungkook places a hand on the back of your head and thrusts lighty into your mouth, groaning as he does so. You allowed it. You laid your tongue flat, eyes flickering up to watch his expression. Satisfaction bubbled deep inside of you at the sight of his lust-filled expression. Dark hooded eyes, gasping lips.

“I waited, fuck…so long for this.” Jungkook groans, pumping inside of your mouth a little faster. His thumb caresses your cheek. “I told you that I’d have you one day, didn’t I?” he says smugly. 

You groan a response, throat vibrating against his cock. That bastard, you thought. Jungkook did - he told you that one day your “play hard to get” act would crumble and when it did, he’d be there. But this couldn’t count - right? You were doing this for the greater good, after all. You had shows to watch and Jungkook just so happened to be the one that had a premium account.

You feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock tickling the back of your throat, testing to see how far you’d let him go. There’s a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and it drips slowly down your chin. Your mouth was heavy - wet and warm and inviting. You were determined to make him cum and he was determined to do just that. 

Jungkook’s hand grips your hair - you moan at the sensation. He pumps just a little faster, your slurps and gagging hitting his ears and he moans at just how filthy you were for him. 

“I’m about to cum.” Jungkook groans. His free hand wipes away a lone tear that releases from your eye. “You okay?” he asks, slowing his thrusts.

Your response was to bring him deeper into your mouth, blinking up at him. You slap his thigh harshly and that was all the permission he needed to fuck your throat. He shudders, feeling his toes curl. It didn’t help that your teary eyes watched his every move - and Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Even now while he took control, you remain just as stubborn; challenging him. “F-Fuck…” Jungkook grunts. “W-Where do I cum?”

Jungkook wants to slap himself, forgetting that you can’t exactly respond to him. But he’s unsure if cumming inside of your mouth would be too intimate - but then again, you could always spit it out and he would be fine with that. 

You gag, feeling your throat swell with the warm, salty substance. You inhale through your nose and moan. “L-Let me find-” Jungkook watches as you swallow and lick your lips - he feels his cheeks redden and his heart thump.

You wipe your eyes of the pathetic tears and hum. “Don’t get big headed.” you hiss.

Jungkook smirks and bats his eyelashes. “Never.” he says. “I already made you a profile on my hulu account.”

You watch as Jungkook takes out his phone to show you the account and like state, he did make you your own profile. You snort at the name - stargirl. “I’ll text you the information to get into it.”

You place your hands onto his thighs. Your eyes lower to his cock - it wasn’t completely erect, but it wasn’t softening, either. 

“I was told I would get peacock and hbo max.” you say to him. You didn’t want to tell him that you were wet and wanted to ride him, his head was already big enough. 

“I have hbo max as an add on with hulu.” Jungkook responds, eyes darkening at the thought of feeling you. 

“Hm. That’s too bad.” you tilt your head. “I wanted to ride you.”

“I can add disney.” Jungkook responds far too quickly, mentally cursing at how desperate he appeared.

Smirking, you nod your head. “Deal.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you lift from your knees and kick off your shorts, panties flying with them. He’s erect once more at the sight of your slick trailing down your thighs. Your thighs trap him beneath you as you center yourself on him. “I’m not on any birth control.”

Jungkook gulps. His hands place themselves firmly on your hips. “I can pull out.” he nods. “Unless you want another streaming service as payment for me cumming inside of you.” he jokes - unless…

Jungkook smirks at you and you could only glare. You sit down on him completely and wipe the smirk from his lips. Your hands grip his shoulders as you begin to pound on him. It doesn’t take time for the entire sitting room is filled with your moans mixed with Jungkooks as well as skin slapping.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Jungkook murmurs, inching closer to capture your lips with his own. You never said anything against kissing is his defense.

You deepen the kiss, grinding against him. “Says the man who hasn’t stopped moaning since we started.”

Jungkook chuckles and does just that. His hands trail from your hips, to your thighs and upwards towards your breast. He grips both of your clothed breasts into his palms. “Pussy feels so good, I can’t help myself.”

You swallow your own moan back. You can’t let him know his words turn you on - he would never let you live it down. It’s bad enough you were fucking him for streaming services.

You shifted yourself, your feet firmly against the couch. You looked into his eyes as you began to bounce on him once more, satisfied that the man below you was a moaning mess - and broke eye contact first. His eyes begin to roll at the new found pleasure.

You decided that you wouldn’t hide your own pleasure anymore. Jungkook was big and this position only meant that his cock was hitting the right spot each time. 

“I know it feels good, baby.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality - and so does his thumb upon your clit. His thumb rubs hastily on it, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his cock.

“It does.” Maybe you were growing weak - but only because it did feel good. That, and the way Jungkook’s voice grows deeper and more sultry as he speaks is an added turn on. 

“What happened to the playing hard to get girl I know?” Jungkook’s now thrusting upwards inside of you to meet you halfway.

You clench around him. “Fuck you.” you murmur.

“I intend to.” Jungkook manages to laugh, his thumb leaving your clit to hook beneath your thighs. He continues where you left off, stamina unmatched. He pounds into you with such need - as if this was what he had been waiting for for who knows how long.

Your arms wrap around his neck and allow him the control - just this once. Jungkook’s reveling in your submission, murmuring dirty words in your ears as he fucks you. You were so wet - slick gripping out of you and onto his thighs - that he knew neither of you would last long.

You bite your lip when you feel Jungkook’s hands on your ass. He squeezes it with such need, moaning beautifully in your ears as his thrusts turn sloppy. “Where do I cum?” he asks suddenly.

“Anywhere.” was your response.

Jungkook took your lack of direction as a sign. His fingers lean down from your ass to find your clit once more. He toys with it as he thrusts, hellbent on making sure you cum right along with him. He wasn’t going to last - not with the way you were squeezing his cock right now.

“S-Shit!” you hiss, feeling yourself come undone right as Jungkook pulls out of you, cum leaking on your ass.

Jungkook leans against the couch and pants. There was no way he was going to leave you alone after this - but that’s okay because he knows you’ll close up once more and play that game you’ve been playing. Jungkook loved the chase and deep down, so do you.

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[hoseoksluna]

STORY | knj

pairing: soft dom!namjoon x reader

genre: smut

word count: 7.8k

summary: yours and namjoon’s story is a bit more perverted than traditional.

warnings: serious big dick namjoon, rough touches, hair pulling, use of pet names and titles, dom/sub dynamics, horny namjoon can't help but palm himself:(, desperation, masturbation, spanking, praising, tit slapping, nipple play, teasing, oc and namjoon not being comfortable with certain practices, playful orgasm denial, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), rimming && ass play :3, cum eating yum yum, tit fucking, orgasm countdown fuck

note: smut is so fucking difficult to write but i loved every second of it. i love writing about namjoon, he just makes me feel so safe. this is purely my fantasy with him and i'll probably dream about this for a long, long time. please, take your time reading this as it's pretty long. i hope you enjoy it and that it makes you dream like it made me dream. as always, let me know what you think in the comments, like the post and if you want to—reblog, but i won't pressure you angels <3. love you guys so much, thank you for all the love. kisses!

side note: i miss namjoon and i wish he were here. all i can do is watch his lives and pretend he never left for the military.

Namjoon makes himself comfortable on the wooden chair before you.

The scene is set. Like a mermaid bathing in the sun, you rest your elbows on the cold rim of the ivory bathtub. Small surges of violet-tinted water, perfumed with your scent, blanket your body in a thin layer of glittery sheen. They kiss the tiger stripes along the curve of your bottom as it rolls over, passing by the dip in the small of your waist, breathing in your patchouli fragrance in greeting. The bath bomb, cornered by your knees, sizzles and spins, the width of the tub allowing your form to float like a little fish in the open sea as copiously as you please.

A gift from your loving boyfriend. Both the clawfoot, and the bath bomb.

The scene expands. Your Eric slouches in his seat, balancing his greatest and most stellar possession on top of his lap with one hand while he runs the other through his silver mane. He fits perfectly in the picturesqueness of the background. Soft orange and chocolate tiles zig zag behind his back, transposing him momentarily into a sunlit illustration, where he rests in the shade of a palm tree on a faraway beach. Reads the book to pass the time as he waits for you to emerge from the waters. Sets it down on his lap as soon as his gaze catches yours. Periwinkle clams for a bra, panties thin and translucent from the oncoming waves, you rest your front on the sand. He smiles down at you and you know for a fact you won’t be able to get on your feet. Might have to learn how to walk, too.

You keep this picture in your heart. Mentally, you rip out the page. Fold it and tuck it somewhere within you to keep it safe.

Legs outstretched by the sides of the tub, clad in slacks in the muted color of a persimmon, it’s almost as though you’re propped on his lap. Sporting a simple white button-down, sleeves rolled, you’re close enough to touch the material if you so much as wished so. From his angle, Namjoon sees nothing but the roundness of your eyes through the brownish rims of his glasses, hair unkempt in their dampness as the short paper thin layers frame your flushed face in such a celestial way. If he were to lean over, it’d be a different kind of book.

The one in the clasp of his hand isn’t a tale as old as time.

It’s one of your favorites. An existential story that ridicules the traditional. A transfusion of liveness to a certain forgotten room of your heart. The unlit one while the others brim with sunlight, with the golden sepia projection of the contents of the fairytales you love so much made into stop motion. A coloring book of some sort, hues fitting into the lines by your helping hand—the attention of your eyes. 

Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. The book that sweeps away all those cobwebs in that chamber. Makes it less lonely.

It’s all you had talked about on your dates when you and Namjoon first started dating, having been reading it at the time. You had confided in him that the writer was the only person who understood you without ever learning your name, without familiarizing himself with the subtleties of your calamitous life.

No one has ever shared something so vulnerable with him, especially not on the first date. Not that he’d gone on many, but the few that fell into his grasp were hell to get through. Insufferable, to say the least. Absolutely superficial.

He went home in the rain thinking of you. Not for boyish reasons. But for reasons of literary character, of melancholy nature that squeezed his long-unexpressed heart in perpetuating intervals too consistent for his liking. Filled it with a nectar bubbling with a newly blooming love for books, with a sudden longing to be found within the words. His body decided for him that it was yours. Yours to teach again how to read between the lines.

The scene breaks out of the margins on the page.

“Is the water warm enough?”

The idea constructed by his own geniality, it’s by his will that you’re basking in your bare femininity before his eyes. Idleness lingered in the living room between the pair of you, the flimsy curtain by your balcony lifting and falling in a little dance as the cold air perfused the place with the drowsiness of winter. Pulling his eyes away from the TV to sink a soft kiss into your hair, Namjoon muttered into your ear: “How about I draw you a bath and read to you for a little bit?”

You said nothing. The click of your phone turning off and your hasty movements to untangle yourself from the warmth of his limbs answered him for you. Leaving your clothes as a trail for him to follow, you gave him a glimpse of your ass, arched and pointed in the draft before you ran away. Before he scolded you with his index finger like a father, raising to his feet to close the balcony door.

In two seconds he joined you in the bathroom. Leaned against the doorframe as you circled a pink roll-on lip oil you’ve been obsessed with lately around the perimeters of your lips. The one that makes them look bigger, juicier. That makes them more fun to kiss and toy with. The one that leaves his length sticky once playtime is over. You seem to cast aside little trinkets of yourself for him to collect everywhere you go.

Tits pushed towards each other while you slightly bent over the vanity sink, tapping the excess into the fullness of your mouth, Namjoon palmed himself. The tiredness from work earlier weakened his self-control to the point of unrestrained indulgence. And the plumpness of your ass just encouraged it.

You fluffed your hair and Namjoon ran the bath. Disappeared into the kitchen for a moment to retrieve the purple bath bomb from the plastic bag on the counter, one that he got from the convenience store for you. Dragon fruit and hibiscus. Thought of the twinkle that would sparkle beneath your lashes upon seeing it. Wasn’t disappointed when you exceeded his expectations.

Having seen it in the mirror, almost microscopic and round in his big palm, you turned on your heel and burst into giddiness as he took off the plastic packaging with his teeth. You pouted in gratefulness when he showed it to you. 

“You planned this, didn’t you?”

You hugged him, locking your hands behind the nape of his neck. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t, and he told you so. A bit hoarsely, though.

Namjoon struggled not to moan. Groaned a little when he felt the curvature of your belly against his hardness and the pointed nubs of your tits beneath his pecs. Managed to conceal it, thankfully, by clearing his throat and by allowing an authentic grin to bloom on his dimpled face at your joy. Thanked the heavens for all the bath bombs in the world.

He placed it in your much smaller palm for you to plop it into the increasing water. Watched your eyes widen at the gilded glitter spreading around. Spurred you to get in. Held your hand as you lifted one limb, then the other. Knelt by you as you engulfed yourself in the violet tinge, your hair swirling around you, silky and ethereal, coming to a stop at the top of your head to fix a splendid crown for such a princess like yourself.

Namjoon turned off the tap while you rested your back against the curved wall of the tub. You swooshed your hands around, gathering the glitter into the fine lines of your palms. Looked up at him in elation, the twinkle doing its thing in the glossiness of your eyes, and smiled. Namjoon smiled back at you. His hand reached out to your chest in a fervent need to touch you. The glitter adorned your chest with its perfect speckles and they resurfaced when you arched your back in response. Clung to his palm in the middle of your tits, held on tighter as he took a detour to your chin by brushing across your sensitive nipple to hear your little mewls because if he made a sound, then you must, too. Because if he was horny, he must get you on the same page as well. Fairness is very important to Namjoon.

He squeezed your breast hard. Pinched your nipple between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger in broken intervals, similar to little dashed lines of Morse code. You imagined he was telling you something through that secret language as you closed your eyes during an intense wave of pleasure coursing down your body, and perhaps he truly did because he pulled your legs apart harshly when you pressed them together. Punished you by lightly slapping your tit—the same one he abused with those firm touches—the force splashing you in the face with violet pearls. All as if you disobeyed the command he transmitted wordlessly.

The command possibly being: Only I will give you the release you need when I decide it’s time.

You bit your bottom lip to suppress the neediness erupting in you. Namjoon wrapped his hand around your throat and you dragged his rolled sleeve further up his arm, so it wouldn’t have gotten soaked in the water. He smeared your lip oil just because he wanted—just because he could, scattering the rosy tint around your mouth messily. He took advantage of the aftermath of his punishment and collected those tender beads, now translucent upon your carmine skin. Not with the thumb as you expected him to, but using the pillows of his lips, he kissed the round bulb on your cheek. It melted on the puffy surface when he withdrew. He looked you in the eye for a mere beat of time before he lowered to your other cheek to collect another trinket. None of the corners of your mouth were overlooked, not even the button of your nose. He peppered those kisses to erase the harshness of his selfishness, supporting your lifted chin with his long thumb beneath it, still sticky from the consistency of the lip oil, apologizing, smoothing down his sternness until you giggled.

Once he cleaned you, Namjoon returned the digit to your smudged mouth, delicious in his sight due to the essence of sloppiness that gets his length even harder in his pants. He presses the pad against it, already craving your tongue. You kissed it, a thank you for his softness, before you granted him the access. Tongue toying with the tip, you said hello in the mother language of the love stored in your bodies for each other. Wrapped both of your hands around his wrist. Didn’t break eye contact. Smiled, teeth showing happily, when he bit his lip, but soon got distracted by a small movement on his groin area out of your view.

You peeled your back off of the tub to curiously take a peek, but Namjoon pushed you back to your place. All while his thumb remained sucked by your mouth. You frowned at him, dismayed by his recurring roughness that you weren’t used to.

Namjoon tapped your cheek twice with his fingers to let you know it was enough and rose to his feet.

“Joon, what’s going on? Why are you so rough with me?” you asked, voice tender, the question shooting arrows into the wideness of his back.

Stopping in the doorway, he hung his head, fingers coming to intertwine with the short hair above his neck. “I’m sorry, baby. Let me get the book.”

A moment later, he returned with the stellar possession in one hand and a wooden chair in the other. He slumped against it, fingers finding the first chapter unwittingly.

You swam forward as if to the shore, propping your elbows on the rim to be closer to him.

“Is the water warm enough?”

You nod, your teeth picking at the excess skin on your lips. Namjoon notices and, as if registering the reason why you put on the lip oil in the first place, he leans towards you and rubs away the smudginess he caused. As if the walk into your dining room sobered him enough from the dark wine of his lust that he now regretted his actions.

“You really scared me when you were rough,” you said calmly, unafraid to uncover your feelings, knowing you’ll be caught now that you’ve jumped head-first into the hungry sea of honesty.

He apologizes again. Repeats it in the aphonic form of a deep chaste kiss.

“Won’t do it again,” he promises. “Unless you ask me to.”

Your lips form a smile, but it quivers into a straight line just as quickly as it appeared. The yet unknown cause behind his untypical behavior troubles you.

“Did something happen today at work?”

Namjoon sighs. “No, I’m just tired.”

“Just tired or tired of your job?” you try, tilting your head to the side, remembering this isn’t the first time quiet broodiness clutched his figure when the clock struck five.

“Both.” He kneads the heel of his palm against his eye. 

Not expecting his honesty, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. It propels you to investigate further. Gives you the green light. Namjoon usually keeps to himself when it comes to work-related storms, holding respect that reaches the bottom of his heart for those above him and for his peers as well.

“Did someone make you upset?” you ask, paving your way in this inquiry to the realm of understanding so you can help him. At least in a small way.

He drops his hand, gazes up the ceiling to stare at a fixed point. Perhaps he’s looking for words, perhaps he’s avoiding the question altogether. The regret of your prying swallows you. You’re afraid you’ve overstepped a boundary. 

You reach out your arm, wrapping wet fingers around his wrist on his lap. The gesture says, ‘you don’t have to tell me but I’m here,’ and you squeeze the limb to emphasize that. As if he heard you, he looks down at you. His eyes that are usually narrowed into slits now round in tenderness. The swallowing lets go, the lump that threatened to obstruct your throat disappears.

“It’s Friday, Joonie, and you can forget about your job for a little while. It’ll get better,” you say, caressing his soft skin.

To your another surprise, Namjoon nods. Slips his fingers into the hollowness between yours, squeezing back, saying, ‘I hear you.’ Your heart jumps with gladness that you haven’t made a mistake, that instead your reassurement made a difference.

To lighten up the atmosphere, you begin to joke around.

“Should I beat them up?” You raise your brow in mischief, a goofy smile coating your face in lightheartedness.

A grin cracks on his face. “Don’t get your hands dirty for me, baby.”

You scoff, half-seriously and half-unseriously shaking your head at his eagerness to please but never letting himself be pleased. “But I want to. I’ll do it for you.”

Namjoon shakes his head as well. Leans over to you. Cradles your head in his hands and kisses you. Picks the hair plastered on your face and puts it away. You forget all of your jokes for a moment, breathless. Your neediness nudges you in your sensitive parts, reminding you of its lingering presence. 

“Come on, Joonie,” you coo, prolonging the vowels, the best you could come up with considering his allure, “I’ll fight them,” you start to construct your imaginary plan, the dimples adorning his face making it a bit harder for you to get the words out, “then, they’ll be scared of me and they won’t bother you again. Because if they do, I’ll smash their fucking teeth in. And then… then, you’ll get your peace for good. Easy.”

Namjoon listens with his features bathed in enamoredness, seemingly lost in a deep thought. A twinkle, a twin to yours, glistens in his eyes. Dimples out provoking you, he softly smiles at you. Coyly. He’s unaccustomed to being the one fought for. He’s always been the one who fights. The one who settles, resolves, makes things right. He’s never been the person these things are done for by another person. It makes his heart pulsate in a strange new rhythm. 

He stretches out his hands and runs his fingers through your hair. Begins to plait an intricate braid down your back, keeping you caged in the confines of his arms. Safe. Protected. His warrior princess.

“There’s something else you can do for me,” he mumbles, finished with your braid. Now your hair is away from your face, just like he needs it for what he’s about to do.

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow in question, your smirk growing on the side of your face. “Like what?”

“I’m so hard for you, baby,” he whispers into your ear, shoulders hunched, lips tracing the edge of your earlobe. A secret just between the two of you. “My body’s confused. I need a release.”

Even though you saw it coming, even though you saw it a hundred times before, you can’t help but gasp at his desperation, bare and open before you. It’s a new experience each time. Thrilling and titillating, the vividness and ferocity of his sexuality. It causes a flock of playful butterflies to buzz you with electricity in your tummy and a shiver to run down your spine. You feel your own neediness making itself known again and you squeeze your thighs together. 

This is the Namjoon you know. Strong in his softness. Mellow. Intense. The Namjoon who showed you plain roughness was a stranger to you, one you could take the time to get to know, because now you understand that the incentive to act like he did was his frustration from work. You can’t really blame the natural inclination of his body—his body that is yours to love in all shapes or forms.

You perceive he needs to let out some steam—he said so himself. Proud of him for voicing it out, a decision to be his helper already makes a way to your heart. You no longer feel slivers of consternation slithering in your veins. Knowing the cause, knowing it’s still your Namjoon helps you submit to the call of his needs. If a dab of roughness is what entails the sand-speckled footpath to the seaside of his well-being, you’ll take it. Welcome it, even. Within the realm of your established boundaries, that is. 

“Can I see?”

The book falls to the floor with a thud. Namjoon stands up. 

Ever so eager. Responding to his body language out of pure instinct, you hum and lift yourself to your knees. The outline of his engorged length, tight in his pants, greets you and you will your brain not to tell your fingers to rub your swollen clit. To busy your hands, you grip the rim until white brushes along your knuckles.

Emerging from the water, it left you smothered in a luster of wet silkiness. Namjoon’s eyes rake over your bare femininity. Heavenly, pure, seraphic. Groans a little loud. Doesn’t know whether to touch you first or his painfully hard and heavy member. You move your body to the side wall of the tub and he follows you, hand opting for his girth to relieve himself a little bit. 

You sit prettily on your folded legs and lean over, pulling his wrist away. You plant a dewy kiss to the middle of his clothed length and look up at him, just at the right time to catch him whimpering. Your clit pulses again and you feel like crying, needing release as much as he does. He doesn’t make it easy for you, making sounds like that.

“What does my baby girl need me to do?” you ask, stroking his member while stifling your giggles at the title that fits him so well. 

“Baby girl?” He frowns down at you. 

It’s usually what he calls you, hence why his confusion. And you call him by an entirely different title, too.

A giggle does escape your mouth after all. You squeeze at his tip, drawing those delicious whimpers out of him again.

“Only needy little baby girls make sounds like that. You are needy, aren’t you?” You lick that sensitive part, palming his balls. 

Namjoon whines. 

The shift of dynamics, the change of titles ever so dizzying to the mind. He doesn’t even have the strength to correct you. 

He grips the back of your head and moves you away from his cock. Then the realization he’s being rough again wafts over him and he softens his hold, fallen stray hairs coming to rest at your temples. Namjoon tucks them behind your ear. Taps you on the cheek once.

“Get to sucking off your baby girl,” he rasps. 

You smile. Find it immensely attractive that he’s embracing the pet name while still being dominant. A masculinity in its true form.

“You can be rough with me if you want to,” you say, wanting to make that clear. “I think I can handle it.”

Namjoon traces the shell of your ear with his thumb, pondering.

“Just don’t hit me, okay?” 

He says your name sternly, as if you offended him. “I would never deliberately hurt you. How can you think that?” 

“No, I meant—” You lick your lips. “Don’t slap my boobs or anything. You can spank me, I like that. But don’t be as rough with me as you were. Can we take it slow? Is that okay?”

He stares at you for a moment.  

“Do you trust me?”

You nod, turning your head to press a kiss into his palm. “Yes, I trust you.”

“I’ll teach you, then. We’ll take it slow,” he says, fingers stroking the side of your cheek, where a small amount of fluff creates a path for him to lay down his silent love on. “It was a mistake on my part for not preparing you for it, and for that I’m sorry. But I’ll teach you. Show you how good it is.” He pauses. “Until you beg me for it.”

Your throat dries up. The pulsing in your cunt unbearable. 

“Fuck, Namjoon. Save the talk or I’ll come on the spot.” 

“The talk is important,” he reprimands you. “Whether you come or not without my permission is your problem.” 

“Shit,” you whimper, gripping his hand on your cheek. You tighten your hold as if to brattily change his mind on having this kind of control over your orgasm because you need to come as soon as possible. And not just once. You’re sure your dewiness is leaking into the water. 

“No bad words or I’ll fuck your filthy mouth.” 

You gasp. So unused to this side of him. But it turns you on, now that you feel safe. Turns you unstable.

“Say you’re sorry.”

You’re tumbling out the words before he’s even finished with his sentence. “I’m so sorry.”

He beams at your immediate submission, purring at the quintessence of your compliance. Wants more. “Who are you apologizing to?” 

You pause. His usual title almost slips off of your tongue. But since this is new and you’re both experiencing a new dynamic that causes you to feel so playful, that guides you ever so gently and carefully into the kingdom of subspace, you opt for the pet name that suits him well. “To my baby girl,” you say, laughing softly. “I’m so sorry, baby girl.” 

He laughs as well, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. You’re giddy that you’re allowed to be wild, your inner child healing and quivering within you. You overflow with the desire to kiss him.

“What for?”

He wants you to say the full sentence. You take a deep breath. 

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry for having a filthy mouth and saying bad words.”

“Hm, do you regret it?” 

You almost curse again. “Yes, I do. I’m sorry for being bad.”

“Good. Get to work, then,” he says. “Make that mouth useful.”

Fuck.

“Kiss me first, please. Make it better,” you beg, fluttering your eyelashes at him. 

Namjoon moans and you bite your lip. Bends and sucks it between his, deepening the kiss as he opens your jaw and slips his tongue inside. Massages the muscle against yours. Makes those sounds again. Palms his cock. Withdraws with a pop. 

You mewl in satisfaction. That kiss alone ruined you. 

“Good girls get kisses.” Hand under your chin, he squishes your cheeks. “You’ve been exceptionally good. I’m gonna destroy you.” 

He kisses you again with the same intensity but briefly, inhaling your skin. No tongue this time. 

Cheeks awash with rosiness, you hastily unbuckle his belt. Not to cut time and get to his promise faster—on the contrary, you’re dying to pleasure him. He doesn’t help you like he normally does; he merely watches you as you pull down the cotton material of his slacks along with his boxers down his muscular thighs. Only when you wrap your lips around his cock from the side does he throw his head back. Thrusts his hips. 

He’s rock hard. The weight of him makes you absolutely fucked out.

Namjoon likes you there so he keeps you still—there in the middle of his girth. You moan, producing as much saliva as you can to gratify him while he uses your mouth, alternating between keeping those pillows firm and soft. When he gets you to his tip, he expects you to swallow him, but you merely move your head from side to side rapidly, flicking your tongue. Namjoon groans lowly, a string of curse words spilling from his throat. His precum drops onto your chin and you suck in a breath, horny beyond your mind.

You swipe your index finger to collect it. Check if he’s watching before you plunge the digit into your mouth. Roll your eyes back as the tanginess overwhelms your senses. Namjoon hisses. Grabs your braid as if it were a ponytail. Kisses you, aching to be one with you. You feel the vibrations of his fervid mania in unity with him like this and it echoes down your body once he pulls away. 

“Take it in your mouth.” 

Namjoon holds it at the base for you and you find the long vein that you favor so much. Pepper kisses along the length of it, feeling it throb in tandem with your clit. Straightening your spine, you bite your lip. Give him an utter look of adoration before you swipe your tongue along the slit. Humming in delight, you slip him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow and you begin to bob your head, fingers following your movement, bumping into his fist. Tears pool in your eyes when you dare to inch closer to his hand and even though you gag, you try your hardest to keep him nice and tucked in your warm throat. You sputter and cough, swallowing around him, because you deem he deserves it, knowing how much he loves it when your flesh contracts around him like that, and Namjoon groans deeply. It fills you with a dose of satisfaction almost akin to an orgasm, the lack of oxygen in your brain heightening the experience so much that your head spins. 

“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Breathe, baby.”

He slips out of your mouth. Pats you on your head before he sinks his fingers into your hair, gripping at the roots. Ascertains you pay attention to him. 

“Don’t do that again,” he says, softly. “You need to breathe. Take a deep breath with me.”

You’re still on your knees and he’s merely looking down at you. You fold your hands on your lap. Your mind is so empty that you’re not sure how you feel right now, having been entirely focused on his pleasure. 

Namjoon inhales deeply with his nose and you do the same.

Inhale, exhale. 

Fondly, he caresses you on your cheek.

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you explain yourself, thinking that you should.

“I know, baby, and you did. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you.” He smiles at you. “You hear me? I’m not mad at you.”

You nod your head yes. Pout. 

“You feeling okay? Take a deep breath for me again.” 

You do as he says, your senses returning to you like a warm spring wind. 

“Better now?”

You nod again.

“Words.”

You wet your lips with your tongue. “Yes, I feel better now.”

“Good. Do you still wanna continue?”

“Yes, Namjoon. I wanna make you come.” 

Almost like you flipped a switch, his eyes darken. 

“Hands behind your back,” he rasps. 

You oblige, crisscrossing your wrists below the dimples on your lower back.

“‘Atta girl. Back to work, come on.” 

It’s much harder to do so without your hands, especially in the position you’re in. You hesitate.

“I don’t know if I can,” you admit. 

He tuts in pity. “Should I use you then?”

You roll your eyes back, the idea intoxicating your body. You feel woozy. 

“Yes, please.” 

“Focus on your breathing, okay?” 

“Yes, Namjoon.”

Humming, Namjoon grabs your hair gently and sinks your mouth down on his cock, moves you up and down slowly. You focus on not just sucking in your cheeks but also on breathing through your nose like he told you, although you can’t help but moan around him. It turns you on how he manhandles you to his liking so delicately. You swirl your tongue around his tip once he wants you there and you let out a series of whines and whimpers. He keeps you there for a little longer, moaning after you, the sounds creating a paradisiacal symphony. You twist your head in half circles as you continue sucking him, slobbering all over him, using your tongue to flick beneath the mushroom. 

“So good, baby. Yes, fuck.” Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut. “You’re gonna make me come.” 

You pull away, but a string of saliva still connects you to him. 

He blinks at you. “You want a spanking?” 

You run the tip of your tongue along the top of your lip, giving him the eyes. Cock your eyebrow at him. Namjoon draws a sharp breath in. 

He leans over. One hand tugs at your braid firmly to arch your back over the edge of the tub. The other smacks you sharply on your ass cheek, smoothing over the sting. You moan, nipples rubbing over the cold surface, curse words dying on your tongue. Namjoon grips the flesh, spanks you again. Skims his fingers over your exposed heat. Repeats it on the other cheek, twice in a row. You wiggle your hips, needing to feel more, needing him to touch you right there between your legs. You cry out into his ear.

Letting go of your braid, Namjoon kisses you beneath your jaw. Slides his tongue along the sensitive spot, sucking it between his lips. A secret message that he hears you, that he’ll fuck your needy cunt soon.

“Think you’ll be a good girl for now?” 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you nod a few times. Not a single rational thought passes through your brain. 

Namjoon straightens. Pulls down his foreskin for you. “Spit on it.” 

You watch as your liquid love trickles down and lands on his tip. He hums and surprises you by wrapping your hands around his girth, spreading down the lubrication with you. You feel the ridges and the thick vein in a new, vehement way and even though you’re not the one pleasured, you moan. The simple up and down movement grows in rapidness that your body follows, emulating the effort, making it seem like you’re bouncing on a dick. Your ass splashes the water around, creating tender waves full of love, inherited from your still leaking dewiness. 

His hands are so warm enclasped around yours, pressed tight. Not once unclenching.

You start blabbering. 

“You’re so big. I can’t even wrap my hand around you.” You make sure to look him in the eyes as you say it. “So big in my mouth, too. Could barely fit you.” 

Your words set those twilit embers in his eyes on fire. His breathing quickens. He’s close again and you’re stunned, once more, by the vividness of his sexuality. Your hands go limp in his grasp.

“Nuh-uh, keep up the pace,” he husks. “Thought I was your little baby girl?” 

You shake your head, willing your hands to gain strength again, but it has no source to draw from. “Not anymore.”

Namjoon chuckles, darkly. Notices your movements fluctuating, arms shaking. “Tired?”

You nod and he unclasps his hands. You twist your wrists in circles to alleviate them from a cramp. 

Then, you get an idea.

Sitting back on your heels, you arch your back. Tip your chin down and spit on your chest, the essence flowing down the pathway between your breasts. You do it again, though this time you spread it on your skin. 

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon mumbles. Unbuttons his shirt. You squeeze your nipples with both hands as your eyes flick to his, then down to his exposed chest. “How are you gonna address me, huh? What’s my name?”

He forcefully tugs the fabric off of his arms, tossing it on the floor. His body—with its vulgar beauty, broadness and definition—takes your breath away. You don’t let it show, or perhaps you pretend that you don’t because you allow your hand to travel down your stomach. Namjoon imitates you, running his fingers down the chiseled muscles that make you drool. He stops at the hair adorning his pelvis. You don’t.

You rub circles on your clit instead.

“Daddy,” you cry out in pleasure, announcing his title—his rightful, most fitting title. Face contorting at the brisk, blooming flashes of sensuality rising up your form.

His body tenses. It’s like he’s stopping himself from reaching for you, pulling you out of the bathtub and spanking you until your bottom resembles the water. Or tugging at his length until he paints you white with his cum. 

You make it easy for him. 

Lifting your body, you step over the edge of the bathtub. Kneel at his feet on the fluffy black mat. Far enough for him to see purple liquid pearls make their way down to your cunt. Far enough for him to see how you resume those circles on your bundle of nerves, fingers reaching to your hole for lubrication. You roll your hips into your hand, arm propped behind you.

“What’s this show?” Namjoon rasps, his cock twitching. “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself. You wanna end up with zero orgasms?”

You pause. 

“That’s what I thought,” he says. “I believe you have unfinished work to do.” 

You smile mischievously. “You want it bad, don’t you?” 

Namjoon nods. Holds out his hand. “Come to Daddy.”

Exuberantly, you leap into his arms. Namjoon throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and walks into your shared bedroom. Sets you down on your bed, spreading your legs, and he crouches between them, reaching into his bedside table for the tool that he wants. 

The aroma of strawberries lovingly boops you on the nose. Namjoon squirts a good amount of lubrication on your chest, paying special attention to the pathway in the middle of your breasts. He massages it in, incorporates your sensitive nipples in the preparation, coaxing whimper after whimper out of you by squeezing them and rolling them between his long fingers.

“I’m gonna make a mess,” you say, grinding your hips against nothing.

Namjoon clicks his tongue. “Already?” 

Your dewiness oozes out of you onto the bedding. To prove your point, you lean back on your elbows and lift your knees, revealing your dripping hole and the shine of your soaked folds. Namjoon stares at your cunt but doesn’t touch, doesn’t blink. He bites his lip. Flicks his eyes to yours. 

He kisses the middle of your tummy. Moves over to your heat. Licks a tiny stripe on your clit.

You cry out.

“Namjoon!”

Hands on either side of your waist, crawling up to you, he growls. “Good girls are patient, aren’t they?” 

He doesn’t wait for your response. 

“They take what is given to them and they finish what they started,” he continues. “Don’t they?”

You nod.

“And you are a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m a good girl.” 

“Then thank your Daddy for what he gave you.” 

Your walls squeeze around nothing when you hear him utter his title. It refreshes your body with energy. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” You smile. 

Namjoon kisses you, rewarding you.

“Sit up.”

Changing the layout, it’s Namjoon who reclines halfway on the bed while you sit perched on your knees between his legs, cock in your face. He spurts the lube on his length and jerks himself off, his skin shining in the abrupt spillage of burnt-orange sunlight from the window. Watches your eyes round in astonishment similarly to the way they did earlier when you had gazed upon the glitter swarming around you. 

He nods at you, giving you the green light, and you sheathe his girth into the tightness of your squished tits. You may start a face pace from the get go, fucking him into oblivion, but all Namjoon sees is the whites of your eyes, the glimmer, the pure enjoyment of what you’re doing while the rest of you is immersed in subdued late afternoon shadows. Sweat glistens on the planes of his face, dribbling down to the strained column of his neck.

It’s intense. So intense that he can’t vocally react. 

Precum appears once more on his mushroom, displaying his arousal, and you slurp it up, the braid coming undone—your hair falling around you like a curtain. 

It’s brutal. It’s wet. 

Namjoon gathers your hair to the side in a makeshift ponytail and leans over to be closer to you. Needs you like this. Feels his relief catching up to him the more effort you put in, the more you stick out your tongue to flick at that sensitive part of him whenever you can. 

“Want your come. So bad. Want it all over me,” you whisper, and that’s it for him. 

“Say please,” he murmurs, and it’s barely a sound, but you hear him. 

“Please, Daddy, come for me.” 

Pulling your hands away, Namjoon takes charge. Fucks your tits in frenzy, your hair, now half dry, tickling your skin. With his thumbs, he stimulates your nipples to coax those little sounds of yours and—

“Play with your pussy,” he commands. “But don’t come. Tease yourself like you teased Daddy.”

The relief on your face inches him closer to his. He hears the wetness as you dip a finger in, your walls sucking it in. He hears your breath get stuck in your throat. The slow crescendo of your moans. Suddenly, he hears himself too. 

Whiny, desperate, so unlike himself.

It’s a fortress of safety, his forehead on top of yours. His nose bumping against yours. Open mouth ghosting over the sounds of your well-deserved pleasure. It’s a safe place for him to come in.  

And he does. 

Ropes upon ropes of come color you ivory white, color you clean. The reversal of a coloring book—changing the lines, changing the scheme, changing your life. 

You milk him dry, your pussy long forgotten. Milk him until he pushes you away, chest heaving, unable to catch his breath. You just watch him, his seed hot on your chest. Glittery. And not just there. On your neck, on your chin, in the wavy strands of your hair. 

You’re in awe of him. You can see the pressure leaving him like a ghost slinking out of the window. 

Namjoon takes off his glasses. With two fingers, he collects as much of his essence as he can and plunges them into your mouth. The other hand rests on the crook of your neck, thumb protectively over your throat. “Swallow.”

Not for long. Namjoon throws you on the bed. Doesn’t waste time.

He laps up your pussy, clit to hole, sucking your labia into his mouth. He does it again, but this time he travels a bit further. Clit, hole, ass. Tongue flat. Your screams are muffled by the rumpled bedsheet you grip.

Going back to your leaking hole, he circles the flesh before he dips the tongue in. Wraps his arms around your ass to control your squirming, feeling the dip of your spine as the sunlight kisses it. Dust particles spiral in the air—Namjoon sees it. The dark grey curtain keeping half of the world shrouded in dimness while the other illuminated, a picture cut in a heart shape due to the deliciousness of your ass. 

Fuck, Namjoon longs to play with it again. 

He spits on it, rubbing the saliva around it before he slides his tongue back into your wet hole. Says hello to it—long time no see—teases it, before he dips his thumb in. You arch your back even more, welcoming the intrusion, and Namjoon kisses your pussy lips as a thank you. He quivers with the craving to fuck you right there in your ass, but knows better than to do it. You’re not ready for it. 

Spreading you more open, while keeping his thumb there in that sweet place, he begins to focus on your poor little clit. Swirls his tongue around it firmly, sucking it until your back trembles—goes up and down like a seesaw. The kisses he leaves there are obscene, loud, full of thankfulness that he gets to play with you. Full of love for you that he burns bright with—that propels him to flick his tongue harder. And full of joy that his stress is gone. Joy that you’ve been the helper unscrewing the steel body of heaviness off of his because, as of now, his bones feel lighter.

“You’re so good for me.” He smacks his lips against your cunt. “Fucking Daddy like that when he needed you.” 

Vigorously, he rubs his face against you, shaking his head from side to side. You stretch your fingers behind you and helplessly grip the back of your thighs. Namjoon catches one of your hands, holds it with his free four fingers, sucking your clit. 

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, withdrawing to pay attention to your other hole, missing it. Abuses it once he spits on it, eating it, dipping his tongue in with ease since he stretched you. Fucks you there in the only way he can. 

“Wanna come?” he asks and as he waits for your answer, he goes lower to drink your freshness, not letting a drop go to waste. 

You’ve lost your voice screaming. “Yes, Daddy, please. I can’t hold it in anymore. Please, let me come,” you croak. 

Namjoon makes a sound of appreciation, proud of you for holding out for so long without saying anything.

“I think you can,” he says. Stuffs a finger into your dripping hole and lets you adjust for a moment. Adds another. “I think you can hold it while I count to ten.” 

His digits pump into you slowly. Kneeling by your side, he turns your head so you can see him, twisting your body into the position he wants. The curve of your back is so beautiful in his sight that he can’t help but run his free hand over the route that your spine has become. The route he wants to plant kisses on like flowers of various colors, adding to the coloring book, erasing the old. 

And he does. Begins at the nape of your neck. Picks up the speed.

“One.” 

You cry out. First before your tears rush out, pooling in your waterline. You clench your whole body in naive hope it would stall the orgasm, but it quickens it, squeezing his fingers in, so you relax your muscles. 

“Two.” 

A kiss to the first round protrusion of your spine. Shifting your weight to your shoulder, you take his cock into your hand. 

“Three.”

The middle of your shoulder blades. You hear your wetness oozing out of you, the relief prowling closer. You whine and Namjoon understands.

“Hold it or I’ll stop,” he whispers. “I can feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers. Relax.” 

You match your pace with his. Namjoon begins to pant. You feel his hot, heavy breath beneath your shoulder blades. 

“Six.” 

Ass shaking from the force, he jackhammers into you. Pulls out for a moment to spank you, a merciful gesture, before he’s back in. Leaves a wet fingerprint on your skin.

“Eight.”

The last protrusion of your spine. You silence your moans by pressing your hand against your mouth because they bring you closer to your orgasm, however Namjoon yanks your arm away. 

“Make those pretty sounds for me, come on,” he huffs, kissing both of those dimples on your back. “Ten. Come. Come for Daddy. Come all over his hand.”

And you do.

It’s a paradise, the heat closing in on you. The loss of hearing, the muted ringing, resembling the flap of a bird’s wing. The loss of surroundings as you’re momentarily transported somewhere entirely else. A gilded illustration, perhaps a lively projection. Something, somewhere, where all is good. The orgasm rips through you and the repetitive echo of his name leaving your mouth is what brings you back. Away from the storybook into a brand new coloring book.

Namjoon strokes your hair. 

He holds you in his arms, but something sticks you uncomfortably together. You peel yourself off of him and cringe. Strings upon strings of his come, gleaming with speckles of glitter, do not want you to leave. You sit on his thighs, resting your palms on his chest. 

He kisses you. “Are you okay?”

You nod with droopy eyelids. 

He carries you into the shower and makes a way for all colors of the rainbow to perfuse your body. To create a new storyline for the day, for the week, for the month. Reds and pinks show their faces first in the steam, and even though Namjoon is glad to see them, he looks forward to meeting the rest. To learning their objectives so he can fulfill them. 

Grabbing the yellow book on the way back to the bedroom, Namjoon makes himself comfortable beside you. Is careful not to touch your face out of habit because you have a face mask on; careful not to bump into you either because you have a plate of mozzarella and sliced tomatoes on your lap. He kisses your hair, though. Doesn’t have the strength to fight internally—grabs your jawline and ever so slowly and heedfully, he kisses you, fingers finding the first chapter unwittingly. 

“When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself changed into a monstrous cockroach in his bed.” 

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[jeonggukookies]

chapter index; too young

you meet jungkook, a single parent who keeps forgetting to pick up his daughter from school. Jungkook, a busy and somewhat oblivious individual, has to prove he is a good parent as you lend a helping hand to help him navigate the challenges and joyful experiences of parenthood. 

Finding joy together through the shared moments, the both of you must learn what truly matters to you as an individual and as a parent before the chaos within familial relationships and personal insecurities destroys everything you guys had built.

pairing | jeon jungkook x reader

genre |  parent!au, single dad!jungkook angst, fluff short story

wordcount |  21,949 

↳   1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 [completed]

a/n: i will admit that i wrote this when i was super young but i loved writing so excuse my attempts of being funny and cringe. 

[filmflowersbangtan]

I Must Still Want You pt. 2

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst (so. much. angst) | smut

word count: 4k

warnings: rough sex | infidelity | explicit sex scene | I'm so sorry in advance if I make some of you angry with this one. I promise it'll get better in future chapters.

author's note: hey...I'm back. I have so much in store. I know I've said it before and then I disappeared again, but I finally left a toxic relationship that had me in a writer's rut for a very long time and I also stopped following BTS for a while. But then they all came out with their incredible solos, and V's "Layover" was so beautiful it had stirred up so many ideas. It also somehow aligns with this story so well, so I couldn't help myself. I'm really proud of this one. I put so much heart and soul into this. This is not the end of this series.

part i | part iii

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At first, Taehyung understood. The excuses as to why you couldn’t come home for the holidays, why you couldn’t come home for his birthday, why he couldn’t come visit. Art school was difficult, adjusting to California was difficult, but making friends was easy. Making friends had always been easy for you. You and your mom were on bad terms, that’s why you couldn’t come home. You had deadlines and couldn’t afford distractions, that’s why Taehyung couldn’t come visit.

Then there were the arguments after Taehyung lost all his patience with you. And then the texts and phone calls became more and more infrequent until there were none at all. Taehyung’s calls went to voicemails, his messages echoed in a chamber of emptiness.

Months passed by like this, with Taehyung only knowing you were alive through news from your mom, whose lawn he mowed and driveway he shoveled. He sat with her sometimes for coffee. He didn’t dare going into your room again after he saw that your mother transformed it, pushing an untouched treadmill in the same corner your bed used to be.

And then, about a year after the two of you unofficially broke up, you posted on Instagram. A man was kneeling before you as you wore a stunning dress Taehyung had never see you wear before. An expensive dress. There were letters hung behind the two of you in the background. Taehyung stopped breathing. The letters read:

Will you marry me?

Still not breathing, he swiped right to see another picture of your left hand—a hand he used to hold so much he could still feel the ghost of its warmth—displaying a gaudy engagement ring encrusted with a sickening number of diamonds. The camera’s flash made them glimmer in a way that made Taehyung nauseous.

Despite everything, Taehyung had been taking the unofficial breakup well. He never said anything about it to your mother although he desperately wanted to understand why you stopped talking to him or know if she knew. He didn’t rot in bed. He didn’t stop photography. While you had been gone, he discovered a newfound love of singing and his roommate Jungkook was a small-time producer and part-time DJ, and through him Taehyung had virtually unlimited access to a studio. Instead of succumbing into a debilitating depression, Taehyung worked on his very first EP. He had finished a few days before the Instagram post. He was going to send it to you. He knew you were going to love it. Maybe it would even make you speak to him.

But the post.

Taehyung dropped his phone on his bed and steadily walked to the bathroom, breathing through his nose. An ugly surge of emotion ravished him. He thought he was going to cry, but when he closed the door behind him, he stumbled to the toilet. And vomited.

Jungkook rushed in, his headphones dangling from around his neck, concern stretched across his face. “Bro, you good? It sounds like you’re dying.”

Taehyung wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. His eyes and throat burned. Thick snot crept down his lips. He wasn’t going to cry, but seeing Jungkook standing there pummeled him. His dear friend who didn’t even know Taehyung had been going through a breakup. How was he going to explain this? He couldn’t. He dropped his head back into the toilet bowl and heaved.

Later, after Taehyung cleaned himself up and Jungkook sat him down on the couch with a cup of water, he told Jungkook everything.

Jungkook had been quiet the entire time, nodding to let Taehyung know that he was listening. But when Taehyung finished, gesturing to his phone because he couldn’t speak the words “she’s engaged,” Jungkook looked at the post himself.

A brief and subtle expression flickered across his face as he swiped. It was there and then it was gone, only noticeable in the slight tremble in the eyebrows and the momentary clench of the jaw. He looked up at Taehyung whose eyes were rimmed in red and whose hands were quivering as he dabbed at his nose with a napkin.

With a venom that Taehyung did not know his roommate possessed, Jungkook said, “That bitch.”

--

After grieving for a month, Taehyung pulled himself out of bed. He went to a party where Jungkook was DJing and downed shot after shot of anything anyone would hand him. He blacked out and woke up in his own bed wearing the same sweaty clothes from the night before, feeling like hell. He looked at his text messages to make sure that he didn’t say anything fucked up to anyone and noticed your contact at the top.

Of course, he reached out to you. How embarrassing. He cringed, afraid to read what he said, but all he sent was a link to his EP. Somehow, that was worse. He absolutely wanted to die.

And of course, you didn’t respond.

--

A year stuttered by. Sometimes when Taehyung looked in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself. He was dirty blond now and handsome and miserable. He had slept with so many people in the last few months—girls, mostly but sometimes guys, too. He had had so many threesomes that he’d lost count. People on campus knew who he was now. He had gone from having one friend in his first year of college to becoming a name that people sighed dreamily as they said it.

Still nothing from you.

And then, one morning while nursing a hangover at the dining table in his shared apartment with Jungkook, a text from your mom. Maybe he was reading into it, but there was a tone of sadness in the wording, possibly regret. It said:

Y/N is back in town. Her grandmother died last week and the funeral is Friday. Please come if you feel comfortable. If you don’t, I understand.

There it was again. That roiling sensation inside of him. That urgent need to vomit.

The first time he had a threesome with Jungkook, he couldn’t perform. He had fumbled to the bathroom, his pants undone, and hurled into the toilet until the girl left. He had thought Jungkook would be pissed, but instead he sat on the bathroom floor with him in silence.

Now, Jungkook paused, a spoonful of cereal and milk halfway to his mouth. “I know that look,” he said. “What happened?”

Taehyung cleared his throat. “Y/N’s grandmother died.”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “So? Fuck her and her grandma.”

In other circumstances, Taehyung would've laughed. He couldn’t. He was too numb. “I liked her grandma when we were little. She used to make homemade blackberry jam and watch our stupid choreographies that we made up.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. He lowered the spoon. “I take that back about the grandma, but still fuck that bitch. Y/N, not the grandma.”

Now Taehyung mustered up a halfhearted chuckle that could’ve been a genuine laugh had the thought of you being in town—not in California—not robbed him of any sense of humor.

Jungkook hated seeing Taehyung like this because there was nothing he could do to help. “Don’t go to that funeral,” was all he said. It wasn’t a command. His voice was pleading. “Seeing her will only fuck you up. And what if she’s with—”

Taehyung closed his eyes as if expecting a blow. He hadn’t realized he was crying until warm teardrops slid down his face and into his mouth.

--

He went to the funeral. Your parents embraced him when they saw him. Individually, of course. Your dad remarried. He had stepchildren. Taehyung thought you probably hated it if you even still talked to him. The idea of someone else being frozen out of your life and not just him slightly comforted him. Slightly.

It was a beautiful day out—early summer, bright blue sky, cool breeze—but Taehyung was cold. And you hadn’t arrived yet.

“She slept in,” your mother said. “She hadn’t been feeling the best ever since she landed yesterday. She should arrive soon.”

An Uber arrived, and the back door opened. Taehyung held his breath.

You stepped out. You were so familiar yet you were a stranger. Your hair was longer, fuller. You were wearing a form-fitting black dress and red-bottomed heels. A designer bag dangled from the crook of your elbow. Large, expensive sunglasses obscured your eyes. Your lips were painted red.

The Uber departed before Taehyung realized you came alone.

You sauntered in his direction. He was breathless as he watched you move. Did you always walk like that? With such an elegant sway? Or was that new? A by-product of your reinvented life.

He realized that he was not your target. He was standing with your parents and your stepmother you probably hated. Except you didn’t hate her because she was the first you hugged. Then your dad. Then your mother. Then—

“Tae.”

He blinked. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. Feel the bile rising in his throat. He cleared it behind a polite fist before croaking your name in return.

Then, very cautiously, you pulled him into a hug. He felt everyone’s eyes on the both of you. You were making him into a spectacle, and he hated it. In that moment, he realized he hated you. But his arms were stiff at his sides and when he became aware of that, he lifted them to pat you on the back.

“I know how much you loved her,” you said when you released him.

He blinked, not understanding. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My grandmother.”

His face felt hot. Jungkook was right. He shouldn’t have come. He had never once wanted to hurt a woman before, especially not you. But he wanted so badly to strangle you. To make you feel what it’s like to have your throat full of heartbreak. But he pushed a smile onto his red face. “Yes. My condolences.”

“Thank you for coming,” you said.

I hate you.

Taehyung nodded, and without meaning to, glimpsed at your left hand. The ring was still there. You were still engaged. But you returned home without a fiancé.

I hate you.

--

After the funeral, there was a gathering at your dad and stepmom’s house. Taehyung wasn’t going to go, but he couldn’t bring himself not to. He wanted to keep looking at you, breathing the same air as you, and wondering if you had listened to his EP.

But for the most part, he was just wandering around the beautiful countryside home as awkwardly as he had been at the party in middle school where he had first seen you kissing a boy on the porch. Except this time, you were getting married. You were getting fucking married.

At least at a funeral it wasn’t odd to cry. He went outside to do it.

He sat on the front porch steps and loosened his tie. No one came out to bother him. He was good at being invisible. Especially to you.

The front door behind him opened. The sound of heels approached him but stopped a few paces away.

Neither of you said anything. He quietly wiped away angry tears.

“I don’t expect forgiveness,” you said.

He wanted to scream. “Not here. Please.”

“I booked a hotel. Let’s talk at the bar there. You look like you could use a drink.”

Taehyung closed his eyes. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes. But I could use a drink, too.”

Taehyung dropped his head in his hands. “I shouldn’t have come.” He stood up and walked to his car. You didn’t follow. Didn’t beg. He grabbed the handle of the driver’s side door and looked at you from over the roof of the car. You were still standing on the porch, your hands delicately interlaced in front of you. You weren’t wearing your sunglasses, but he couldn’t see your eyes from where he stood.

Who were you?

He yanked the door open and got in the car. His phone vibrated when he started the ignition. You had sent him a text with an address and a time.

“Fuck you,” he whispered. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.”

--

He arrived thirty minutes late. You were sipping a purple-colored cocktail at a secluded table. God, you looked so good. He hated it.

“I would’ve understood if you hadn’t showed,” you said, expressionless.

He hesitated before sitting down, considering leaving. When he did sit, you said, “I really like your hair. It complements your skin tone.”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“I deserve that.”

“Fuck you.”

“What are you drinking nowadays? It’s on me.”

The bile was threatening to choke him. He swallowed thickly. His voice trembled as he said, “What do you want from me? You don’t fucking care about me. All you care about it—I don’t know what you care about. You’re such a��”

A drink appeared before him. “I already ordered for you. I hope you don’t mind whiskey. It’s top shelf so you most likely won’t have a hangover.”

“I don’t want—”

“I listened to it.”

Taehyung stopped.

“It was beautiful. It was so fucking beautiful. When do you sing? And like that? Oh, my God.”

Now Taehyung was crying again. He downed his drink. You gestured something to the waitress and another whiskey appeared before him. Taehyung said, “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

You touched his hand. He flinched away as if burned. “I dropped out of college a couple of years ago. I was homeless. And then I met a guy who fixed all of that.”

“Such bullshit.” But Taehyung knew you were genuine. You were never a liar.

“Not bullshit,” you said gently. “I was embarrassed. Who flunks art school? But I was intimidated being surrounded by all of those freakishly talented people. I didn’t fit in. But you would’ve sure as hell did. Your photos, Tae—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry.” You took a sip of your drink and looked away before continuing, “You are so talented. And then that fucking album—”

“EP.”

You glared at him. “Now it is my turn to say fuck you.”

“Get to the point.”

“I wasn’t measuring up. I dropped out before I got expelled. Mom wanted me to come home, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I love California. I slept on some friends’ couches for a few months, working odd jobs—bartending, dogwalking, commission stuff. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was embarrassed, Tae. And then you kept pestering me about wanting to see me and—”

“Pestering? You think so lowly of me?” “That’s what it felt like at the time. I had so much going on in my head—”

“But not so much that you still had room to go and fuck someone else before even breaking up with me.”

You finished your drink. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

Taehyung had no response.

“I met a guy while bartending. He was rich. And kind. And I was very poor and lonely.”

“And he swept you off your feet," he said with betrayal in his voice.

“No. But his tips were nice. They were big enough to feed me for a couple of weeks. And then he would take me out to dinners. Next thing I know he’s buying me an apartment and a car and a dog and a life.”

Taehyung’s eyes were wet with fresh tears. He couldn’t look at you. “I wanted a life with you. I could’ve helped you.”

“With what money, Taehyung? All you would’ve done was spend way too much money on a one-way ticket and be stuck there with me.”

He had nothing to say to that. He downed his drink. “That doesn’t explain not telling me a fucking thing. Not even a goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you love him?”

You sighed.

Taehyung clenched his hands into fists under the table. He repeated, “Do you love him?”

Another purple drink appeared in front of you. The waitress flitted away, sensing the tension.

Finally, you said, “I think I could learn to. Someday.”

He blew out the breath he’d been holding and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked out the window at the pool. So still, so blue. So beautiful. He thought of California. He thought of the song on his EP, “For Us.” He wanted to fucking drown you.

In a soft, broken voice, he said, “I have loved you for my entire life. My entire life. Just wasted.”

You didn’t say anything. You just simply stared out the window with him. And then for the first time that entire day, you began to sob.

He didn’t dare look at you. He didn’t want to empathize with you. What for? But hearing you cry silently, seeing your shoulders shake with each sob in his peripheral vision…

Before he could say anything, you were already cleaning yourself up, dabbing under your eyes with a neatly folded napkin. “Should we go up to my suite for some privacy? I fucking hate crying in public.”

--

The suite was gorgeous. He didn’t know something so extravagant existed in his hometown.

“I need to get out of this dress. It’s not really my style,” you said, delicately removing your heels.

Taehyung looked away. For some reason, seeing you do that simple action made his heart ache.

You disappeared into the bathroom after telling him to make himself comfortable. He instead opted to stand around, unsure of what to do with his hands. Then you called his name from the other room, needing help with the dress.

“The zipper,” you said. “It was hell putting this thing on by myself. Can you unzip it for me?”

The bathroom was all marble and glass. Taehyung felt like there were a dozen versions of the both of you reflected around him. You were trying to catch his eyes in the mirror, but he purposefully avoided you. He focused on keeping his hands still as he stood behind you and reached up to grasp the tiny zipper at the nape of your neck.

The sound of the dress unzipping made his dick throb as longingly as his heart. You were fucking with him. You had to be.

But he wasn’t the same Taehyung that you left behind at the airport. Not at all. He was going to show you.

The zipper ended right at the top of your tailbone. You let the dress fall to the floor.

“You said you didn’t fuck anyone?” Taehyung said, voice gruff with want. He could feel himself hardening.

You were breathing slightly faster. You wanted him, too. This time, he allowed your gaze to meet each other’s in the mirror. You said, “Just myself. I never let him touch me, Tae. I don’t love him.”

He ran his hand up your leg, up your ass, traced the line of your back with a steady finger. He was no longer nervous. Fucking was what he was good at. And he wanted to fuck you until you regretted ever leaving him. Until you rued the day you said yes to that stupid fucking engagement.

He stopped his hand at the base of your neck. You stood still, breath shallow. Waiting. Wanting. You were probably so wet for him already, but you would have to wait.

He pressed himself against you so that you could feel how hard he was for you. A moan stuttered out of your throat. He clenched your neck from behind and shoved you forward, bending you over the sink. With swift fingers, he undid his belt, lowered his pants, pushed down his briefs. His cock sprang free, swollen with a two year long need for you, beaded with precum.

You shimmied out your underwear. With two fingers, he felt the velvety skin of your pussy lips. He was right, you were so fucking wet for him. You arched your back and shivered at his touch.

Your eyes met in the mirror again. Yours were heavy-lidded with desire, lips red like Marilyn Monroe. He wanted that lipstick smeared all over your face and all over his cock when he was done with you. His own eyes were low lidded as well. He grinned at you before he entered you. He didn’t want to take it slow, and he didn’t.

He fucked you like you were water, and he hadn’t drunk anything in days. You were a mess, clawing at the marble countertop like it would give you stability. Your moans were so fucking hot. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so that his lips were at your ear.

“You’re mine, do you hear me? This pussy is mine.”

You tried to say “Yes, daddy,” but your eyes were fluttering and rolling and Taehyung was fucking you so good you couldn’t get a word out. He slapped your ass and you gasped.

“Fuck you,” he said but he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it at all.

He felt himself getting carried away and pulled out. You squirmed at the lack of him, begging for more. He didn’t want to admit he almost came. Sex hadn’t felt this good in years. Both of you were breathless, filling the room with your panting. But he wasn’t done with you yet. And you knew. You smiled at him, big and beautiful, and Taehyung almost came right then and there.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

Your pupils were dilated, your face was glimmering with sweat, your hair was a mess. You were so beautiful Taehyung wanted to fucking cry.

And then he was. “Fuck you,” he said, but he meant it this time.

You unclasped your bra and dropped it to the floor. Then you were on your knees before him, using that expensive dress as a cushion against the marble. You took all of him in your mouth, slowly, never losing eye contact. Your mouth was warm and wet and your breasts looked amazing, the nipples hard. You noticed him looking and pinched the nipple of your left breast as you sucked him off, using your right hand to jerk him in and out of your mouth. You were an expert with your tongue, paying close attention to the head of his cock. And then when he felt the back of your throat, he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped a handful of your hair again, this time to keep himself steady.

“Ah, fuck,” he whimpered. “Where? Where do you want me to cum?” He made the mistake of looking at you again, your mouth smeared crime-scene red.

You smiled at him like a good girl, like you didn’t have a spit stretching from your lips to his cock like party streamers. “On my face,” you said.

He didn’t hesitate.

When he finished convulsing the final streams of cum onto your pretty face, he stood there, face flushed and veins straining from his neck as reality crept back into his bones like a winter’s chill. He was disgusted with himself. He was angry with you.

“You’re fucking engaged,” he said, cleaning himself up. “Oh fuck. I’m such a fucking idiot.” He hastily threw on his clothes. Ran his hands through his hair to look somewhat presentable and not like he just face fucked someone’s fiancé.

You were extremely calm and still extremely naked. Taehyung realized belatedly that you hadn’t come yet. Good, he thought. You don’t deserve that release.

He finished dressing as you started washing your face. He went to leave but then stopped at the door. He didn’t turn to look at you, but he said, “You’re an awful person, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

Taehyung left the bathroom and was halfway to the suite’s door when he heard you say meekly as if to yourself, “I do.”

--

[sakiloveya]

BROKEN RELATIONS: I

pairing: taehyung & reader

genre: hurt, fluff

summary: Everything happened so fast meeting 'him, moving, the death.

Your whole life changed upside down, but you can't hide forever, and how he broke you, you're back to broke him into peaces.

Will the vengeance take over or will the long forgotten relations once again connect...

- THE BEGINNING-

"Don't cry, please"

I heard the voice saying, It belonged to the boy who saved me. He was crouching in front of me with that big boxy smile that was so evident on his face. He looked like an angel to me in this moment, an angel who was send, just to help me.

"That idiots are gone by now, you are safe"

he said and helped me get up.

"T-thank you"

I mumbled weakly while hot tears streamed down my face.

"C'mon now, i don't wanna see tears on you".

With one hand he was still holding me while with the other, he gently wiped away tear that ended up rolling down my chin.

"Where is that cute smile of yours, that I see on you every time when you play with the flowers, and your rabbit plushy"

he asked with a small smile, but then it changed to confusion when I started to wipe away the new set of tears with the wet sleeve of my red and white checked dress. He didn't understand where did the new wave of sadness came, until he catched something with the corner of his eye  that looked like a sponge, but wait there was a lot of it like a trail of little white sponges, and one pink ear laid down on the ground beside the soft trail. Until it gets to him. That's the cotton that plushies are stuffed with, and everyone can guess what the lone ear meant, the same pink ear of the stuffed pink bunny that everyone saw you play with.

The only thing you played with. Everyone would first think  'Ah its just another toy that you can replace with another one, or its not that big of a deal its just a toy '. But in your reality that wasn't just some simple toy, it was like your friend,

it was your only friend,

that you played with. You see there are kids who can make friends in an instant, but that wasn't the case with you. Even if your family was pretty wealthy, that didn't meant you wouldn't feel lonely, your parents were busy with work most of the time, so you spent your time playing all alone. In your own imaginary world, in your own illusions. You loved playing in the garden with all kinds of flowers you had in the big  backyard of your big house, and of course you would tag along your pink bunny that you got as a present from your parents as a sorry for many broken promises of (not) spending the weekend together. It wasn't that they didn't love you, they did very much but with the  business they had, the time didn't give'em much time to always be with you. On the other hand kids found you really weird and spoiled so they didn't want to play with you and the worst thing was that some of them even bullied you. Little did they knew that you didn't even know  how to be around them, and what to say because of you're shy nature, and lonesome time. You didn't have a friend, how could you then possibly make one? So that's why you sticked with yourself all the time with your pink bunny friend, that now apparently  is no more...

Taehyung clenched his tiny hand in a fist with the realization, and quietly murmured

"Damn those idiots".

Taehyung was the boy you always saw being free and playful with another kids, and who could make a friend even out of the fish. The boy you couldn't forget, with his unique and evident charm that he was known of, and always weared on his face (his) - boxy smile. His parents as you heard were in the pretty good situation with money, but it looks like that didn't couse him problems with other kids due to his carefree and bubbly personality. Oh how you wish you could be like him. But you were just a weird, quiet girl who talks with her bunny and rarely goes out of her  house, and the one who kids laugh at and bully with no one protecting her, except this very first time. With this very first boy, who stood up for you before anyone else and made you feel so safe, and for the first time in your life you didn't feel lonely at all.

While you looked at his stiff figure standing in front of you, you where just waiting for a moment when he would turn and go, maybe realize that there is no meaning spending time with someone weird with no friends, and weak. But surprisingly he took your hand with his and started running of somewhere.

"W-wait where are you taking me?"

you asked dragged behind him and a little bit of scared, he turned around with his boxy smile

" Don't worry I know how to bring that cute smile back on your face, just trust me okay?"

he said cheerfully and continue to lead me on somewhere. We shortly stopped in front of a big house with the beautiful front yard of many kinds of flowers, he saw  excitement on my face while I studied all kinds of beautiful flowers growing in front of his house.

" I'm not much into flowers but my mum likes them and as I see you really like them too"

he said and smiled. Before i could say something he let my hand fall out of his and stared going to his house.

"Wait a moment okay, I'll come in a second"

he said and went. I stood there alone and thinked how did all of this even happened, just who even is this boy... Deep in my thoughts I didn't even realize that he came back, and in front of me appeared a soft brown teddy bear with a red bow around its neck. I looked at him with a face of confusion

"Here, this is my teddy bear and i want to give it to you, I know it isn't the same as your bunny who really meant to you but i hope it can replace him"

he was holding it in front of me while the wind was gently running over his soft brown hair.

"But if you give it to me you wouldn't see it anymore"

I looked at the toy and then at him

"Oh who said that, I would still see him"

"What do you mean"

I was really confused

"I mean that you would carry it with you all the time when we play together, right?"

he boxy smiled at me as his eyes was closing while his smile grew bigger, my heart swelled at that

"You want to play with me?"

my voice was small

"Of course, I have to protect you from now on, I know you don't have friends and other kids are just stupid to really see the real you, but i know that you just don't know how to be around others, hmm so lets say y/n from today I'll be your shield"

I couldn't believe someone would say something like that to me, so my eyes started to get teary again while i took the teddy bear and squeeze it around myself with my arms. It was like an explosion of all sort of warm and happy feelings that I felt in that one moment. In that one moment that I realized that this boy would be engraved in my heart.

He sensed that I stood stiff and held my head down

"Heyy i thought you wouldn't cry anymore"

He said quickly but with a bit of panicking sound in his voice

"Im not crying something fell in my eyee"

I quickly ran my hand across my both eyes, with a little smile that finally came out of me. But then I remembered something, I didn't think I ever told him my name

"But hey how do you now my name"

I asked in a confusion and looked at him

"Oh i know it and mine is Taehyung"

He cheerfully responded

"Taehyung.. ie"

I tried his name on my tongue scared a little bit of his reaction by my change of it, but when he said that he was my friend I wanted to fully embrace it and start acting like it.

He stood, a bit in his thoughts and murmured cutely with his slightly pinkish cheeks

"Hmm you know i don't really like it when others call me like that, I even pick a fight with them when they call me by it , knowing it's pissing me off. But because it's you I don't mind it, I would let only you call me like that "

"Oh i just heard that when you got a friend you give them a nickname, and because you are now my first friend I wanted to try it... Taehyungie"

I said, with both my cheeks red right now, still trying out his name.

"Hahah that's fine by me y/n" he sweetly said but then remembered something "Hey its getting dark you should go home, I'll go with you"

He again took my hand and started walking along the street with me, and now my new second friend.

"But I can go alone you don't have to to that Taehyungie" it wasn't that much dark anyway i noticed but then he confidently turned around

"I'm your shield now y/n remember?"

Enough said he just held my hand and continued walking beside me with a starting sunset behind us, and a teddy bear with red bow. I was so happy for the first time in my life.

Remembering that right now I really felt cold, sinking in this water, in this darkness around me, with this memories of him in my mind and one repeating question.

"How did all of this even happened?"

[06love]

College adventures! | Part 1 of ?

Jimin + Prompt: “Seriously though, I need to get fucked by somebody other than my life.”

College!AU, Hot Nerd!Jimin, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing.

Rooh’s note: so this happened and it will be little scenarios under 1k on adventures jimin and y/n will have that will eventually lead to smut? That’s my plan, but let’s see where this goes. (This is an experimental writing style of mine and I’m on mobile ;_;) please tell me your thoughts 💭 Enjoy <3

Part 1 | Part 2 |Part 3|

Jimin chocked on his soup spitting some of it on the table you both were sitting on.

“What the fuck Jimin, close your mouth!” You complained while cleaning your arms that had bits of carrot in them.

“It ain’t my fault you have the weirdest phrases to say at inappropriate times, honestly!” He complained as he tried to clean his tray, in his defense you’re not unusual to say weird stuff but he still had not gotten used to it. “If you want to get fucked so bad why not call Taehyung? You know he said he’s willing to take it from you.” He continued not making eye contact with you.

“I’m not gonna give my v card to Taehyung, god that kid knows me since we were 6, and he’s joking. He has seen me naked more times than I can count, no way he’s the one poping this cherry.” You pointed to your inner parts not really caring about the people around you. Not many could listen to you, but you didn’t really care anyways.

Jimin in the other hand was more than used to it, and took another spoon of his soup ignoring you. “It’s not the end of the world, you can pass this next year, just study more.”

“Study more? What the fuck jimin, I’ve been taking this subject for the last 2 years how the fuck am I gonna study more than I already did? Jesus fucking Christ!” You grunted throwing your body dramatically on the chair.

“Well if you spent more time in the library and less in your room playing videogames maybe you would’ve passed at this point.” He changed plates to proceed to the main course.

“Well if you had spent more time in parties and less in the library you would’ve probably lost your virginity by this point but I’m not calling anyone out.” You hissed, and once again he chocked glaring at you, your tone a little too loud for others to notice.

“You know, if you would’ve been a little bit more nice to me I would probably help you in the first year, but all you did was make fun of me, look at you now.” He kept on eating trying to seem unfazed. “And guess what, at least I-“ he lowered his voice and approached you in front of the table. “I passed all my classes and if everything goes well, I will be leaving this university in the next 2 years” he glared at you again and continued “And, I’m probably gonna leave here with a girlfriend” you laughed, but he ignored you. “you on the other hand, will stay here for another 4 years and your pussy is gonna be as dry as the Sahara desert since all the fucks you get on your online games aren’t enough to actually get you real men.”

Your were furious, but you let it go. “Was I really That mean to you in the first year?” You asked looking into the window, your university cafeteria had a nice view you had to admit.

“You called me fatass every time I walked past you. I mean it’s obvious I have a big ass but now everyone in the university knows about it cause you screamed it every 30 minutess.” He looked down picking his plate, probably loosing his appetite. “You know, that wouldn’t even be so bad, but when you told everyone I was a virgin that’s when I thought you crossed a line. I trusted you with something, and you betrayed me. So give me one reason why I should help you with Mechanics?” Jimin looked at you waiting for your answer, but you seemed embarrassed enough with what he said so he backed of, going back into picking into his plate.

“I’m sorry ok, I didn’t know I hurt you that bad. And I’m sorry I betrayed your confidence. I, I legit thought you were joking around, I mean, who would’ve thought you were a virgin.” You shrugged.

“And why would that be? Huh? Why would I joke around about that?” He looked at you curious, quirking his eyebrows.

“Cause you know, it’s you, you’re… Park Jimin. Hot park jimin, every girl wanted a piece of you, who would’ve thought you were a virgin? I mean I didn’t.” You looked at him as if what you said was obvious.

“So I would’ve told my friend, that I was a virgin because???”

“I thought you wanted to get into my pants, ok? and I told you I was a virgin you said that you were one too, like what the fuck, who says that kind of stuff? Someone who obviously wants to fuck you. Right?” You looked like you were making an obvious statement again.

“You have some serious problems you know that? Have you ever thought I could’ve been feeling the truth? Maybe because I wanted you to believe me? Wanted you to know you’re not alone?”

“Jimin I’m sorry ok? I didn’t think of it that way… sorry.” You look away. “It’s been 2 years, can’t you let it go?”

“I’ve let it go a long time ago, you’re the one who brought it back up. Why did you even come to me anyways? Where’s Taehyung? Aren’t you always with him? Why not ask him to help you with mechanics?” Jimin asked as he stared gathering his belongings.

“Tae is into photography and Art, how the fuck will he help me with physics? You’re the smart one and you know it. Please Jimin I really need your help…” you almost begged.

Jimin sighed for a 10th time probably in this conversation. “I really want to help you, but I don’t have time. I’m all fed up with Chemical Processes, so I can’t. Sorry.” He said getting up and grabbing his tray, walking towars the exit.

You got up desperately and started walking behind him, he ignored you for a few seconds after placing the tray where it belonged, until he turned to face you and asked “What?”

“I know you hate me cause I told your secret, but… do you really want me to end up here another 4 years? Do you? I can’t Jimin, please!”

“Y/N I literally have nothing do to with that, you’re the one who decided to stop hanging out with me and go with the cool kids, and I can’t really do more to help you at this point I don’t have time.” He exhaled while turning around to keep his track, and you kept following him.

“What if I give you somethig in return?” You asked dodging people in your way keeping up with his pace.

“What could it be, that you have that I want enough to take up my precious time?” He asked still walking.

“What if I give you something no one else can have?”

With that you caught his attention.

“What could that be? Money? Your underwear collection?” He laughted it off.

“What if I give you my v card?” Jimin halted abruptly, turning to face You.

“What did you say?”

“Ok not that, I was trying to call for your attention.” Jimin’s heart almost dropped as he sighed. “Wait, you wanted that?” You asked looking into him and for a second you saw hesitation in his eyes before he denied. “You do, you want me to sleep with you don’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s anti ethical. Plus, I haven’t wanted you since our first year, after you betrayed my confidence.” He kept walking, you wonder when will he drop this, but then you realized he said he wanted you, which means he did like you back then.

“Wait ok, ok!” You said stopping in front of him. “What if I make it up to you, what if i… uhm, go out with you a couple times, pay for some dinners, uhm? What you say?” You asked with puppy dog eyes. “Cmon jimin, free food, and nice company. Let me make it up to you, and you help me pass. What u say about that?”

Jimin looked thoughtful for a minute, then he sighed and complied, you jumped and hugged him. “Thank you so much, I promise you I’ll give you everything you want, anything you want it’s on me.”

Jimin sighed again. “Let’s start Saturday at 9am, the sooner the better. You’re a lost cause in Physics.”

“Ok, sure, I’ll be at your place. I’ll even bring those pancakes you love.” You said as you trailed off into the hallway. “Thank you” you shouted.

Jimin looked at you walking away, once again his crush for you had gotten the best of him. “You’re weak” he whispered to himself before heading to class.

[mrsjeontobe]

Away We Happened || 04

Summary: Your disappearance kept Jungkook confused as he wondered what you were keeping a secret and now that he knows you’re the daughter of a well-known company in Seoul he will have to put up with the obstacles ahead.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader + Jimin x reader + Taehyung x reader

Genre: CEO!AU/Angst/Drama

Word Count: 3,447

01 02 03 

“Y/n, wait up!” Jimin’s voice echoed throughout the hallway as he began to catch up to you. The click of your heels helped his way throughout the maze as he would catch a glimpse of you by the corners. He’d stop for a second only to continue through his chase. His breath shortening by each step that was taken as you were fast for someone your height. He stopped once more as he crouched down while his hands rested upon his knees for another break. “I’m not as young as I used to be. Goddamn it, y/n!” He resumed back to his chase to catch up to you. His eyes wavering throughout the crowd to find you only to fail as there were too many people in his way. He was determined to find you throughout the group of strangers until a familiar mop of blonde hair suddenly popped up out of nowhere. “Fuck,” Jimin thought to himself. If there were this much distractions, he’d definitely have to find you at your apartment or somewhere else. A groan of frustration left his lips as his hands tugged onto his tussles showing how desperate his efforts were. “What do you want, Taehyung?” His tone stern as he could not deal with the fact that he lost you and now he had to deal with a coworker.

“You heard about y/n?” Taehyung questioned him unbeknownst about the current drama.

“What about her?” Jimin asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity as he did not know what the other man was currently talking about. What Jimin did know was that you were in a relationship with Jeon Jungkook and kept it secret until your father had called you to work for him because his time would be soon. And the thought of what had happened not too long ago still had Jimin in shock. If Taehyung had more information that had just been shared, he wanted him to spill the tea.

“She’s to be engaged to someone among the both of us,” Taehyung stated simply as if it wasn't a big deal while he stared at Jimin’s mouth slowly opening due to shock.

Jimin stood there dumbfounded. The sentence replaying over and over again like a broken record. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Originally, it was supposed to be just him and you. No Jungkook and no Taehyung were to be in the picture and when he heard about the news, it made him want to blow up even more. When you came to the company all fresh and new, Jimin felt as if this was going to be a good start. He lived a luxurious life, so it was no surprise to him that you’d be engaged to him. Heir to Park Corp, he got what he wanted the most; his father’s company. But, what he wanted more than that was you. You were beautiful, smart, witty and so much more. When he got to know you more, the more he began to fall. And this was where everything went 100-0. A downfall as he saw Jungkook pop out of nowhere claiming that you were his girlfriend. What kind of life had you lived before entering back into the life of riches?

“Jimin,” Taehyung called out his name, snapping his fingers in front of Jimin’s face to get him out of his long daze.

Jimin reacted by shaking his head in denial as he laid his eyes back onto the blonde, “Sorry, I’ve been out of it.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Taehyung replied obviously as he glanced around him only because Jimin kept on looking anywhere else but at the blonde. “You looking for someone?” He questioned Jimin’s odd action.

“Yeah. Y/n was here earlier and then I lost her,” he scoffed as he tugged at his hair in annoyance. His mind began to get hazy as he just could not understand anything at all. Everything that had happened so far had been so hectic.

Taehyung side-eyed Jimin as he knew something suspicious was going on, but he let it be. He didn't have time to get involve with chaos. He passed by Jimin giving his shoulder a pat as he told him, “We’ll talk later.”

Jimin stood still in silence taken aback from what he had heard from Taehyung. Many things swirled throughout his mind and he couldn't handle it all because all Jimin could do was pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh, “Sir, what’re you planning to do?”

—

“Jungkook!” Jin’s voice could be heard from the other side of the street as he waved a hand to get the younger man’s attention. He looked up from his phone and saw his friend from across the street. He was at the edge of the sidewalk and glanced both ways to look for cars. When it was safe enough to cross, he hurriedly sprinted towards the car.

“Jin!” Jungkook cried out his name as he got closer. He stopped right in front of the older man, his hands upon his knees as he was out of breath. “God damn it,” he cursed at the situation while ruffling up his hair in dissatisfaction.

“We’ll talk in the car,” Jin stated as he gave Jungkook a pat to the back, “Come on, everyone is waiting.”

All Jungkook could do was nod as there was nothing else he could do.

“Jungkook!” He heard his name be yelled out from the direction he had came from. Looking up from the car, you running towards him was in his view. Just what were you doing? He was kicked out to be separated from you and he planned to come back, but he thought that things wouldn't turn out this way.

“Y/n?!” He exclaimed your name in surprise. He didn't think that he would find you for once looking for him. It was a rare occasion since you were the one to always be missing. “What’re you doing? You should've stayed there and waited for my move!” He began to scold you but it was only out of care. Things could’ve gotten worse if you were to be near him by now. He could still feel the anger from your father and it scared him just a bit. He imagined that if that was a tiny bit of his power, he wondered how much of an influence your father really had.

“I can't wait any longer while I wait as the damsel in distress! I need to get away from here! We have to hurry before Jimin comes, please!” You practically begged him. This might have not been the brightest plan, but it would be able to pass time as you would be able to tell your side of the story. You gripped onto his wrist with all your might in fear that you would get separated once again, “I’ll answer any of your questions, please, Jungkook.” The way your eyebrows furrowed with deep worry and how your eyes begged him, he couldn't say no, especially not to you.

He huffed in frustration. He honestly had no idea what to do. If the both of you stayed in front of the car arguing, you were bound to get separated from him and if you went along with him back to the house there was no doubt that your father would somehow find you. There was no win-win situation because Jungkook wasn't a man of power like your father. He had the power to do whatever because when it came to your father, money was always involved which made it so easy. People were blinded from greed that they would take it so easily.

Jungkook’s thoughts came to a stop. There was nothing else he could do. You would just keep on pushing him into bringing you with him and he knew you wouldn't budge if he told you to stay and wait for a sign. “Alright,” he huffed out. “You can come with us. Only because I need an explanation for everything.”

Jin couldn't believe what was happening right in front of him. It was as if he was watching a drama in person. The way you begged Jungkook to let you come back to the house with them and how he had to think if it was a good idea; he assumed that everything would become way more chaotic. It was quite easy to observe that everything in the relationship had fallen. Jungkook put his trust in you for the last three years you guys have been together and to find out your true life made it all shatter. He didn't know if he could trust you again. It would become a big leap of faith and he wouldn't know the outcome until the end. This was nowhere near the end as well because everything had just begun.

“Okay,” Jin jumped into the conversation. “We got to go before more complications come up.” He grabbed Jungkook's wrist and yours pulling the both of you towards the car as he now pushed you both into the backseat with Namjoon and Hoseok. “We’ll talk about it at home.” He rushed everything as he slammed the driver's door closed as he got into the car. Taking no time to press onto the gas and floor it quickly. “That was close,” he gave out a sigh, looking in the side view mirror as the person’s body got smaller as the distance grew.

—

“Fuck,” Jimin cursed out. He was so close to the car and he let you get away. There was no time to act as he didn't know what to do. If he grabbed a car by this time, you’d be out of view. He stomped on the ground multiple times because of his frustration. He promised to never let you out of his sight and he broke it. It was too hectic. Everything that had just happened and he couldn't believe the drama. Why did you hate being an heiress to a company? You’d live in so much luxury that anyone would ask for. Jimin didn't fully know the background history of you and your family, but it did seem as if you were uncomfortable. Getting used to the atmosphere only because you were forced to come back. He sighed. Crouching down into a squat as his hands held his forehead while he stared at the ground in thought. What was he going to do? While he tried to come up with a few plans, he felt his pocket vibrate meaning that someone was calling him.

He took the phone out immediately and picked it up, “Hello?”

“What the hell are you doing, Jimin?!” His ear becoming deaf from your father’s voice of madness. “I saw everything from the window. Get her back this instant or else,” he barked the order at Jimin giving him no time to reply as he furiously hung up. He knew he fucked up. He should’ve never even stop to talk to Taehyung. He knew better and yet he still stalled. Why did he give you time? Why did he let you go when he could easily catch up? Maybe somewhere inside he felt guilty. How you were basically forced to do all of these things while staying at the company. He didn't know much but he felt a tad bit bad about your situation.

What was Jimin supposed to do? He obviously carried feelings for you since you appeared. He acted upon those feelings because he felt it was right. He was to be your fiancé due to what your father has arranged, everything then became complicated. You had two suitors to choose from today on, himself or his good friend and rival; Kim Taehyung. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, especially when Jungkook had shown up out of nowhere.

What was he to do? He was stuck on a roller coaster of emotions. He was stuck in a chaotic mess that was made by you and your father. He could always make a tantrum out of it but time would be wasted as his goal was to find out where you were going. He didn't have time for games and yet he was involved in one because of you.

—

Once the car came to a stop right in front of their garage, you followed Jungkook to the front very quietly. You didn't know what to say or do but just followed and stayed silent. The quietness between you and the boys was slowly killing you. You could tell that they were dying to ask questions because of the vibe that you were feeling. You bit your bottom lip deciding in your head whether to say a word or not. As you opened your mouth to say something, Jungkook suddenly opened the front door and headed right into the apartment.

“Jungkook,” you called out his name only to be replied with silence as he stood in place while his back faced you. A sigh left your lips as you walked over to him, hand laying on his shoulder as he turned around with an expression of disappointment placed on his face. You felt nothing but guilt while your eyes were laid upon him. Stomach dropping to the core, mouth wide open but nothing came out. You didn’t know if he wanted an apology or an explanation or anything at all. “Jungkook, I’m sor—”

He raised his hand up as it was a sign for you to stop. “I don’t want an apology, Y/n.” His tone stern and he didn’t know if he wanted to face you, especially all that he’s been through after all these months without you. He was afraid you’d be gone again and that’s what he didn’t want. Jungkook sighed, “I just need an explanation for everything. Why didn’t you tell me that you were the daughter of a CEO? Life would’ve been easier if you just told me—”

“How would it have been easier when I tried to run away from that kind of life?” You interrupted his lecture. “How would you have known, huh Jungkook?!” The room was filled with silence. “Why don’t you try to be in my shoes!” Poking your finger into his chest with every point you made. “Try not to leave any trace behind so that your father won’t hire people to find you!” You huffed out, hands by your sides in fists as you looked up to see Jungkook. “It’s only like this because it’s hard to leave a life full of luxury like that.”

“Then you and Jimin?” He never thought he’d have to ask you about another man, especially one he had known since childhood.

“His father’s company is an assist to my father’s company and,” you hesitated to tell him the rest because if he knew that you were to marry Park Jimin, he’d go insane, “We were to be engaged.”

Jungkook choked on his own spit, “What?” The words from your mouth registered in his head but he asked only because he was wondering if he heard right. You and Jimin? Engaged? Laughter would’ve left his lips if the situation were different, but this was no matter to giggle about.

The boys who were the ones watching the scene from afar were in awe at what was going on. They didn’t know whether to butt in or not. Sure it was a problem between you and Jungkook, but the situation also affected them. You were an important role in their lives as well and they couldn’t dare to think what would happen if you went back.

“You and Jimin? Engaged?” He repeated in a questioned tone. He scoffed at the idea, “Were you planning to even—”

“God no!” How could he even think that? “Do you think I’d be that low to do that? Do you not know where my love for you lies?”

“Well, after you being gone without an explanation, yes. Yes I thought something like that would happen,” he admitted only because he didn’t want anything to be hidden from the both of you. “It’s not my fault to think like that, right?”

“That’s kind of low, Jungkook.” Yoongi joined the conversation as he began to defend you. “Y/n had no choice but to lie because if she didn’t, things would’ve been worse. Think before you say.” Jin and Hoseok agreed as they nodded their heads in unison.

“It’s hard to gain trust, but listen to y/n, okay?” Jin asked Jungkook politely. “It must’ve been hard for y/n to even run to you having many people going after her.”

You nodded in agreement with Jin’s statement. He didn’t know how it felt at all. Having people follow you almost 24/7, day to night, you felt as if it was never ending. Jungkook glanced at the men and then back at you a few times before everything he had said registered in his head. A huff of annoyance left his lips. He was so tired of all of this already. Why couldn’t things be so much easier?

He brought his hand out, a gesture for you to put yours on top of his, lightly grabbing onto your hand as he brought you in for an embrace. One of his hands placed on your waist as the other was on the back of your head brushing his fingers through your hair. It took a minute to realize what was going on until you could feel Jungkook’s body against your own as he began to cry. In this moment, you felt as if you didn’t want to break from the hug only because you were finally back in his arms and you didn’t know if it’d be the last time.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it and it was only in the heat of the moment,” he whispered into the hug, teary eyed as he saw the boys in front of him watch the scene. He didn’t mean any of it. He was just frustrated at what had become. If only you guys could restart the relationship without any secrets, he wondered what it would be like. “I missed you so, so much.”

You wrapped your arms around him even tighter hearing those words escape his mouth. You wanted to stay in this moment for as long as you could. You already knew that even if you stayed by his side, you’d get taken away so easily. It wouldn’t be at least maybe a day or two that the people your father sent would find you soon. You knew that you had to go back to make things right before your father would make it all go into chaos. You sighed as you got out of his embrace, an expression of guilt forming on your face as you couldn’t dare to look him in the eyes.

“Jungkook,” you called out his name in such a dull way as it grabbed his attention. “I have to go back,” you admitted that you had to return back to the place you would call Hell and all Jungkook could do was shake his head in denial. This was not going to happen again.

“What? No!” He shouted back once your words registered through his head. He had you here and that’s all he ever wanted. “You can’t go back when I just got you back. There has to be another way!”

Now, it was your turn to shake your head in denial. “There is no other way. If I stay, they will eventually find me and my dad might make charges against you. I don’t want this to go even farther than it has to be. Jungkook, I promise that things will get better, so please bare with me,” you reasoned with him in why things could get even more hectic.

He eyed you and then the boys, they were already in this mess as much as him. He shut his eyes closed and sighed, “Alright.” This was the only choice he had because if he said no, you would still try to do it anyway.

You nodded once he opened his eyes up again. You looked at Jin who was to your right while he swung his keys around his index finger as he began to exit the house. You took a glance back at Jungkook as you then went your tippy toes to give him a kiss, “I love you.” You ran off too fast for him to even reciprocate the words back because once the door was slammed shut, he whispered, “I love you too.”

[trivia-yandere]

sibling rivalry

returning from college for break and jungkook loves winning the battle - especially when you thought you could forget about him... @junecat18 @tatyhend @mother2monsters @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @yoongiwantsme @chimmisbae @whipwhoops @prettyxxxplease @shameless-army

word count: 7.109

warning: coercion, blackmail, jealous/possessive jungkook, yandere, pseduo incest, affair/cheating, unsolicited touching/groping/grinding, kissing, fingering, oral sex, emotional manipulation, creampie, semi-public, car sex,

series masterlist | part 1 | part 2

It’s been a year, Jungkook notes. A year since he saw you - as insane as it was. You were only three hours away from him, and yet you made yourself unavailable for him. 

It’s been a year since you returned home for any holiday - and when you had, decided to remain with your mother regardless of what your father thought.

It’s been a year since you and Jungkook have been together and he could not fathom as to why you wouldn’t bother to answer any of his calls and only opted to dry messages. 

You refused to see him when Jungkook drove the three hours to your college in an attempt to see you just once - even if it meant that there was no sex. Jungkook loves you but his love was slowly turning to loath; utter detest.

You were ignoring Jungkook, completely refusing to see him. You made new friends and joined clubs at your colleges. You went to parties and shared your college life on social media that he followed sullenly. If he wasn’t watching it, he was hearing it when he returned home by your father and his mother. 

“Y/N’s doing amazing in school.” his mother gushed about your amazing grades. “She’s made so many friends, too.”

What made Jungkook’s blood boil and his senses highten was when your father said: “Y/N introduced me to her boyfriend over the phone. He seems to be a nice guy for her.”

Boyfriend?

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

You have a boyfriend and it only took Jungkook five minutes to find him. You never posted him, but yet again, you restricted Jungkook from witnessing certain things when it came to social media. You understood that posting your boyfriend where he could see would only provoke him, so you didn’t.

That didn’t mean the “boyfriend” never posted you - and he did frequently. You were in his bio, his story, all over his profile - it drove Jungkook sick. The fact that you had a boyfriend and you didn’t tell him; he was disgusted.

You and Jungkook were family - he loves you! 

Jungkook was there for important events in your life and the fact that you would go off to college and try to forget about his existence told him that you never loved him. Even after he loved you enough to pleasure you countless times; to assure that your needs came before his own.

Slowly, Jungkook was beginning to hate you. He would always love you - you were his sister, after all, however, he hated you as a person. He watched sullenly as your boyfriend continued to post sweet messages of you and him all over social media; the pictures and short videos of you and him laughing and smiling. The cheap gifts he’d buy you that would only warm your pathetic heart because back home, no one ever had.

 It appears that you went to college and became an entirely different person; one Jungkook didn’t recognize and he made it his mission to humble you when you returned. 

Jungkook’s wish was becoming true after months of forming his own plan. The only way for you to return home from college at the same time as Jungkook was for him to do the same as you were doing him; ignore you. He stopped himself from calling you and would only result in texting. He never watched any of your stories you’d post and began posting his own with Luna - sadly just a pawn in his plan.

Luna was beautiful, you thought, and you were glad Jungkook found a person for him white he was in college. Her hair sat above her shoulders in waves and her eyes showed nothing but love whenever she looked at Jungkook. It was the reason you began showcasing your own boyfriend - Jungkook had found someone, and so had you.

“You should come for winter break, Y/N. Jungkook is bringing his girlfriend.” your father had told you  over the phone, exactly a week before break. He pleaded with you, stating that he had not seen you in so long.

And now Jungkook had you where he wanted you. You had agreed to come along because, in your eyes, there was no threat. There wasn’t going to be any awkward encounters with Jungkook because he had Luna, and you had Jae. You were happy for Jungkook and even had texted him happily stating that you couldn’t wait to see him and be introduced to  Luna - something he couldn’t say the same for upon meeting Jae.

As the time came, Jungkook’s hatred for you couldn’t last long because he did love you. You looked happy, he notes as you stroll through the door. Your smile is wide and it reaches your eyes. Nothing much has changed from the last time he saw you in person a year prior besides the fact that you had someone walking directly beside you.

Jungkook hated Jae. The man is tall - as tall as he was - and had dark brown hair that appeared to be freshly cut and styled, as if he was trying to one up him. His demeanor and overall look was relaxed and cool and when he introduced himself to Jungkook as your boyfriend, it took everything in him to not laugh in the man's face. 

Dinner had come and went and it looked as though you and Luna were hitting it off great. You asked questions that Jungkook didn’t care to ask Jae - like how Luna and he met, how long they had been together and what college life was like. It’s a shame you were starting to like Luna and Jungkook together - even more ashamed he couldn’t say the same for Jae.

“I’ll wash the dishes.” Jungkook says aloud, lightly patting Luna’s thigh. “You can sit in here with them.” he tells her, tone low. 

Jungkook exits the living area and begins to do as he said he was, his mind on the way Jae sat so close to you and speaks fondly of his time with you in college. He’s scrubbing the dishes so hard that he doesn’t realize the footsteps coming directly behind him.

“Are you okay?”

Jungkook blinks a few times to register the voice. 

“Kook?”

“Yes?” Jungkook turns his head to look at you. You’re standing a few feet away from him, leaning against the counter. 

“You were scrubbing hard.” you try to joke. “Is something on your mind.”

Yes. “No.” Jungkook snickers, rinsing off the plates.  

“Want some help?” you ask after a few moments of silence. 

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, continuing to wash the dishes and place them on the rack. You begin to dry them, eyes glancing at Jungkook every so often.

“Is everything okay?” you question. You couldn’t help but feel Jungkook be distant the entire time. “You seem…”

Jungkook waits for you to respond, and when you do he wants to laugh.

“Distant. As if your mind isn’t really here.”

“You would know about being distant, I suppose.” Jungkook murmurs.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you went to college and started ignoring me, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses. He hurls a glass cup onto the rack without caring if it slipped off or not.

“I thought we got through that.” you swallow, picking up the glass to dry it. You glance to the sliding door where the kitchen is separate from the sitting room. It’s slightly cracked and you can hear muffled voices. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, if that’s what you’re feeling, Kook.” you sigh. “I…didn’t want anything to happen.”

Jungkook knows what you’re speaking about. You’re trying to say it without revealing any secrets. 

Jungkook turns off the water to turn to you. “Anything like what?” he questions. “Like me fucking you?”

Your eyes widen and your hand clenched onto the towel. “Jungkook.” you hiss low. ”Stop.”

“Like what, Y/N? Me eating you out?” he scoffs. “Something like that?” “Don’t do this now.” you tell him while throwing the towel onto the counter. “I’m here with Jae and you’re here with Luna.”

Jungkook scoffs. “Is that the reason why you haven’t been back in a year? Because you have Jae?” Jungkook speaks his name with such disdain. “You ignore my calls and refuse to see me because of a boy you just met when I’ve been here for you for years?!”

Jungkook doesn’t mean to make his voice louder. He doesn’t want to draw any attention to the two of you, but he cannot help the way he feels at this moment.

Your eyes glance to the crack in the sliding door to see that no one has noticed you or Jungkook. 

“Yes, Jungkook.” you shrug your shoulders. “I ignored you because I had Jae.” you admit. “I ignored you because I had a life that wasn’t you. I have friends. I go to parties and I have fun. I do everything that you’ve been doing.” you shrug your shoulders once more. 

“I’ve never ignored you.” Jungkook spits. “At the end of the day, you’re still my sister-”

“Step-sister.” you interrupted. “Don’t act like the caring brother now, Kook.” you scoff. “I didn’t want to come back and face you. I thought things were different but obviously they’re exactly the same.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenches at your words. 

“Maybe I should just cut this trip short-” “Shut up, Y/N.” Jungkook snaps. He hasn’t done it in years, since the two of you were 12. He mushes your face entirely away, an act he did because he knew it pissed you off. “You’re such a bitch, you know that? You use me-”

“Use you?!” you hissed low in an attempt to keep the conversation between you and Jungkook. “I never needed you for anything!”

“Oh?” Jungkook scoffs. “You didn’t have a problem when I was making you cum. You didn’t have a problem-”

“Fuck. You.” you snap, every ounce of venom in your soul coming out with just two words. 

“Already did.” Jungkook shrugs. “I’m sure you didn’t forget. Tell me, Y/N. Did you use what I taught you on him?”

You turn on your heels and make your way towards the sliding door.  “I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?” Jungkook isn’t phased by your words. 

“Back to campus.” you turn to him, your hand on the door. “I don’t want to be around you anymore.”

“Stop being selfish for once, Y/N. Think about  your father and what you’d be doing by leaving again.” Jungkook crosses his arms. “Typical  of you to keep thinking about yourself instead of others.”

Your nails dig into the door as your eyes bore into Jungkook’s. You grit your teeth. Jungkook had a point - you didn’t want to leave your father. He had missed you dearly and having you and Jungkook in the home again was causing him great joy.

It was Jungkook you didn’t want to be around. There were reasons as to why you chose to ignore him while in college - you couldn’t feed into what the two of you were doing any longer. You had to be the one to end it before it got too much; and it had. Jungkook had grown territorial and slowly despised you for it.

“Exactly.” Jungkook's lips display a smile on them, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “I missed you, Y/N. I missed us. Doesn’t this feel like old times?”

Jungkook strolls closer to you, uncrossing his arms. His hand places itself onto the sliding door and slowly begins to open it. It’s only open a bit wider, but you can hear the conversation from those behind it. Luna and Jae are talking about college while your parents spoke amongst one another. 

Jungkook stands directly behind you. “I love you, Y/N. You know that right?” he asks you. “You do, even if you refuse to admit it. But just because I love you doesn’t mean anything.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly turning your head.

“It means,” Jungkook’s hand on the sliding door places itself onto your shoulder. “I don’t have a problem telling your boyfriend just how much you and I love each other.”

Your heart drops at Jungkook’s words. 

Jungkook hums at your silence. It meant that now you were taking him serious. “Good.” Jungkook speaks. He lowers his head slightly to place his lips on your cheek and kisses it gently. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.” he says before taking a step back and sliding the door open.

“I don’t mind sleeping out here, really.” Jae shakes his head with a smile. “I was actually expecting to stay at a hotel, so this is great.”

You take a deep breath and roll your eyes.  “I’m an adult.” you say aloud, eyes glancing at your father. “I’m old enough to have my boyfriend in my room.” you grumble.

“I’ll keep your boyfriend company, sis.” Jungkook says,  laying across the large couch. He offers you a smile. “Luna’s going to be sleeping in my room.”

“See, baby. It’s fair.” Jae murmurs towards you. “It’s only for a few days before I have to go meet with my parents.”

You cross your arms, not fully convinced.

You were an adult and if you wanted to have your boyfriend in your room with you while you two slept, you could. Having him sleep in the living area was just childish.

Not only that, but having Jungkook in there with him made you nervous. You couldn’t trust Jungkook and Jae alone - you couldn’t trust what Jungkook would do or say to him.

“See, no one’s complaining.” your dad claps his hands. He wasn’t going to risk anything happening under his roof with 4 young and hormonal young adults. “I’m going to bed.” your father makes his way towards you and wraps you in an embrace. “Good night, my love. It’s good to have you back.” he says, kissing your forehead. 

“Night.” you sigh in defeat, offering a loose hug to your father. 

Your father retreats to his bedroom and you linger slightly in the living area. Jungkook and Luna are speaking to one another, his arm around her waist as he murmurs in her ear. She’s smiling and giggling, her cheeks a rosy color and you want to gag at the sight - and roll your eyes.

Fuck Jungkook, you think. He was put on this earth to annoy you, and not only that; but to assure that you would constantly be looking over your shoulder. Your heart is filled with sorrow and regret for what you’ve done with Jungkook.

“I’m gonna go to bed early.” you sigh to Jae, offering a small smile. You wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you for coming here with me.”

“No problem.” Jae murmurs, grasping your waist to bring you closer to him. “I wish you could come with me to meet my parents.”

You did, as well. But you promised your father you would remain for a week - and the last thing you needed was to provoke Jungkook when he had something dingling above your head. 

“I will next time. I promise.” you press your lips against his. “Good.” you kiss him once more. “Night.”

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours as you walk down the hall to your bedroom and a humorless scoff releases from his throat.

“I should probably be heading to bed, too.” Luna says, kissing his cheek. Jungkook blinks to come back to reality and slowly, he nods his head. 

“Good night.” Jungkook murmurs, kissing Luna’s lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”

Luna nods her head.

Jungkook makes himself comfortable, lifting his blanket to his chest and laying upon the pillows of the couch. He swallows, finding the way Jae is tossing and turning to be a complete nuisance.

“Jung…Kook?”

Jungkook blinks in the dim living area. He contemplates ignoring Jae and pretending to be asleep, but curiosity gets to him.

“Yes?”

Jae releases a sigh. “I really like Y/N.” Jae says nervously.

Jungkook licks his lips and hides a scoff. “Yeah?” is all he responds with.

“Yeah.” Jae murmurs. “I think I want to marry her.”

Jungkook scoffs. “You haven’t been with her for long.” Jungkook speaks, the words coming from Jae’s mouth sounding utterly ridiculous. 

“I know.” Jae chuckles. “But, I really do like Y/N. She makes me happy.”

Jungkook’s foot begins to shake, Jae’s words replaying in his mind and without thinking, he says: “You sound pussy whipped.”

Jae is silent and for a moment, Jungkook ponders if he was ignoring him. Not as if he cared - nothing Jae was something he took seriously. Jae didn’t know you like he did; he just knew what you showed him. Jungkook knows the real you - the you in the morning, you when you were on your period or the you when you were sad, hungry, happy; everything. Jungkook knows the real you, not Jae or any other man you’d ever bring around. 

“Y/N and I never…yeah.” Jae’s cheeks are hot when he responds. Jungkook and you are siblings and he doesn’t want to talk about this with your brother. 

Jungkook’s ear perks at Jae’s words. “I see…” he trails off. “Do you see a future with my sister?”

“Yes.” Jae responds without missing a beat.

Jungkook’s foot shakes harder beneath the blanket. “Good luck to you then.” is all Jungkook says before placing his hands behind his head, eyes staring into the dark room.

Jungkook’s mind is caught in his own thoughts that he doesn’t realize how time has gone by - three hours. Jae has long since gone to sleep, snoring slightly. The home itself is quiet and he’s sure everyone has long since fallen asleep.

Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to. His mind is wandering with Jae’s words and your actions. It was obvious that Jae was smitten with you and you him. If given the chance, you’d be with Jae and forget about him entirely, and that was something he didn’t want.

Jungkook lifts himself up from the couch and slowly saunters down the familiar hall. All of the room doors are shut, including his own. He twists the door knob to his room and opens it slightly. Luna is asleep, lying on her back with her arms above her head. Her chest rises and falls slightly in rhythm.

Gently, Jungkook closes the door behind him and goes down the hall a bit more to your own room. He turns the knob to your door and opens it. You're lying on your side and unmoved. “I know you’re awake.” Jungkook speaks to you, entering your room and closing it behind him.

“I know how you sleep, sis.”

“Stop calling me that.” you respond to Jungkook. “What do you want, Kook?”

Jungkook comes closer to your figure. “Jae was speaking to me a while ago.”

You feel a shift on your bed and know that Jungkook’s getting onto it.

“Says he sees a future with you.”

Jungkook embraces you from behind and presses himself firmly against you. 

“I won’t let that happen, Y/N.”

“Get off of me.” You squirm in Jungkook’s embrace, but he doesn’t let up.

“No.” Jungkook murmurs. “I won’t let you be happy with someone else. That means you’ll go back to forgetting about me.”

“Get off-”

Jungkook’s hands grip at your exposed skin - you’re not wearing much for bed. It’s been long since he’s touched you and at the act, goosebumps erupt on the skin of his arm.

“Your little boyfriend told me that he’s never touched you.” Jungkook murmurs, voice so deep and breath tickling the skin on your neck. “The way you’re allowing me to touch you tells me that it’s true.”

Jungkook’s hand glides up your sides and places itself onto your breast. He squeezes it, breathing increasing. “When was the last time you came, sis? Was it from me or did you have to pleasure yourself because he can’t?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Your mind is screaming at you to fight against Jungkook and his wandering hands.

“Kook,” you say, voice meek and low. “please stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to grind against you. It’s been so long since he felt your body against his.

“Answer me.” Jungkook exhales. “I know he isn’t touching you and you must be so starved. So needy.”

Your moans are music to his ears and said moans catches you off guard. 

“We can’t do this anymore.”

“Why not?” Jungkook questions. “You’re not fighting me off of you. You want this.”

Jungkook forces you to turn towards him. His lips lightly graze your own.

“Tell me you want this, Y/N.” Jungkook commands.

You shake your head. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” Jungkook hisses. He’s so close, you note, and he could kiss you at any moment. “You meet someone else and don’t love me anymore.” he states matter-of-factly. 

You release a sigh. “You sound crazy.” you respond meekly. “I’ll always love you. You’re my step-brother, after all.”

Jungkook scoffs. “Then why’d you refuse to see me in a year?” he asks, unable to get over the actions you’ve committed. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook. He wasn’t going to get over this and a part of you felt like it was your fault. Maybe if you would’ve told Jungkook that things couldn’t be the same then he would’ve taken it lightly.

Yet, you couldn’t dwell on what if’s and what you should’ve done - not when Jungkook held the past over your head.

“I’m sorry.” you murmur, defeated. “I didn’t know it’d hurt you this much.” you admitted.

Jungkook closes his eyes and releases a sigh. “I’ll forgive you this once.” he mumbles, a low smirk forming onto his lip.It’s a saying he’d say often when it comes to you - the first time being when you blamed him for breaking one of your father’s limited edition figurines. It then became a saying between the both of you, even for the littlest things that wasn’t worth truly being angry over.

You’re quiet, as is Jungkook. You’re unsure what to say or do next - it’s obvious that he had no intentions of leaving your room, but you also didn’t want him to stay any longer than he needed to.

You take a deep breath, your hands gliding up to Jungkook’s chest to push him away from you. “You should go.” you say to him.

“Hm.” Jungkook hums, his chest vibrating underneath your palms. “Why?”

You know why, is what you want to respond with. It’s an obvious reason - you shouldn’t be here with him; or ever caught in this position. 

“We use to do this all the time-”

“As kids.” you deadpan, your annoyance rising. Jungkook feigns ignorance all the time and you were growing tired of it.

“I’ll leave if,” Jungkook wraps his own hand around your wrist. “we can just be together one last time. Like the old times.”

“Kook,” you shake your head with a sigh, but Jungkook’s grip on your wrist only tighten.

“Just one last time.” Jungkook murmurs. He pulls you closer to him and presses his lips against your forehead. “Tonight, it can be about you and me. And tomorrow,” he kisses down your forehead to your cheek then your jaw. “you can go back to your boyfriend and I’ll go back with Luna.”

You release a shaky breath when Jungkook’s hand releases your wrist to grip your waist. “Don’t you like Luna enough to not do this?”

Jungkook scoffs to himself. No, he thinks. He likes Luna, but he loves you - and that was the difference. Luna was beautiful and her likes her - she’s smart and an amazing girl to be around. But his love for you outweighed whatever he felt for her, and to him, it should be the same for Jae. He could never love another girl when you should be his first one.

“Just tonight, Y/N.” Jungkook pushes you closer to him, forcing your leg around his waist. “Then I’ll let you go back to Jae and enjoy your college life. You don’t have to ignore me anymore because I won’t pursue you.”

Jungkook’s lips are kissing along your neck now. Your body stiffens, the hairs on your skin standing all at once. 

Your body is betraying you - this isn’t what you wanted. However, your mouth doesn’t move to speak to demand Jungkook to stop. His hands lower slowly - so slow as if to taunt you - to your ass. He grips it in the palm of his hands, hissing against your neck.

“You missed the way I touch you, Y/N. I know you did.” Jungkook declares in a hushed whisper. “You haven’t cum good in so long, who better than to do it but me?”

Warm and wet, Jungkook’s tongue slides along the nape of your neck. 

“Do you and Jae do this? Does he touch you like I do?” Jungkook questions, adjusting himself so that he’s on top of you. You didn’t say no, he notes, nor are you any longer pushing him away. 

“No…” 

Jungkook knows how you get when you’re in bed; how humid it can be beneath your covers. He understands how little you dress for bed, and just how easy it is for him to have you naked in no time.

“He doesn’t kiss you the way I am now?” Jungkook’s lips send wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He’s teasing you, noticing your shaky breathing. 

“N-No…” your mind is screaming at you to push Jungkook away. Be adamant and stern - tell him that you didn’t want this and that this wasn’t fair to the both of you or to Jae and Luna.

“Then it should be okay for me to, right?” Jungkook reaches your breast, his eyes darting up at you. “I can leave all the marks I want because it’s not like he’d see…”

You feel your shirt being lifted upward. “You want this, don’t you, Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs, the cool air of your room slicing against your skin. “You haven’t told me to stop yet.”

It’s been so long since he’s seen your naked body in person and all he truly has close to it is the videos you and he took. His mouth begins to salivate and he wastes no time in wrapping a tongue around your nipple and his hand aggressively gripping the free one.

“Jungkook-!” you try your hardest not to be too loud - these walls weren’t as thin, but after your year celibacy, you’re unsure how you’d react to him.

“‘missed you so much.” Jungkook confessed muffledly.

This is wrong, you think. You put a stop to this for a year - you told yourself that you couldn’t go back to this.

This wasn’t fair to Jae; to Luna.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Jungkook to stop. Your mind and your body were going against one another. Was it wrong? Yes, and you were going to hate yourself for allowing Jungkook access to your body once more.

But you loved it - every moment of it. You loved how needy Jungkook was for you; how his tongue would suck and lightly, his teeth would tug onto your nipples. You adored the way he would grind into you hastily and his hand would grip your breast.

“I missed you, too.” you moan at, hips buckling with Jungkook’s. He knew that he had you where you both wanted to be - with one another.

Of course you missed him - being away for so long with no pleasure. What was Jae good for if he wasn’t doing anything for you?

This is why Jungkook took your lack of sexual journey for the last year to his advantage - he could leave whatever marks on you that he desired because it wasn’t like anyone was going to see. 

Jungkook doesn’t stop suckling on your breast until they’re both littered with bite marks and purplish hickies - but even then, he wasn’t done. He had to taste you; not having you on his tongue for so long drove him crazy.

“I’m gonna eat you out.” Jungkook says, his fingers hooking on your shorts. “And you’re gonna cum on my tongue, okay?”

You could only nod, defeated. When your high came down, you were going to look back ashamed on being such a whore and allowing Jungkook in.

Jungkook kisses down your stomach to prepare you - and himself - for this. He throws your shorts and panties aside without a care and pushes your legs apart.

“Such a pretty pussy.” Jungkook admires, speaking to himself more than anything. He doesn’t hesitate in diving in, fully devouring you as if this was his last meal - and in a way it was.

Jungkook hooks your thighs apart, holding them in a firm grasp to assure you cannot squirm away from him. He lays his tongue flat against your clit, head bobbing side to side rapidly.

Your back arches in shock with the new pleasure, your teeth harshly biting your lips to not expose yourself. 

Your thighs quiver to be released, but Jungkook is stronger than you. His tongue dips between your folds and circles around your slit, fully teasing and edging you on.

“Kook, please…” you moan low, blinking away from Jungkook.

“Stop being so silent.” Jungkook scoffs,eyes flicking up to you. His tongue continues to suckle on your bulging clit.

“Do you want us to get caught?!” you hiss, slamming your head back against the pillow and releasing a moan, a bit higher than the rest. Your hand finds his hair and you grip it tightly.

Jungkook allows you to guide him and take control of your pleasure. Your hips buckle as you grind against his tongue, your body trembling with ecstasy.

“F-Feels so good…”

You’re going to hate yourself later, but now - now you wanted to cum after having not in so long.

Jungkook knows your body more than anyone. He enters his fingers inside of you and begins to pump, encouraging you to cum right on his tongue like he intended you to.

Your pussy’s so tight, Jungkook groans. So tight and ready to be fucked full - Jae was a fool to not take you because that only made your pussy crave him more.

Jungkook pumps his fingers with might, your pussy dripping onto his wrist. Your hand no clasps itself onto your mouth to prevent any unwarranted moans.

“I wish you could see how slutty you look now.” 

Jungkook leans away to admire your quivering form beneath him, slamming his fingers even deeper inside of you. They scrape against your walls heavenly, so much so that you could barely manage to keep your eyes open.

“You ignored me for so long just to come back to me. Knew you’d never find anyone better, huh?”

Jungkook places a thumb against your clit and circles it. 

“You ignored me because you knew how much you truly wanted me. A slut like you could never leave her legs close around me.”

Jungkook’s breathing increased and he shook his head. “Get up.” he removes his fingers from inside of you. “I can’t fuck you how I want to in here.”

Your eyes snap open at the loss and you blink. “W-Where-”

“Car.” is all Jungkook says before removing himself from you and going to pass you your discarded clothing. “If this is going to be our last time, I’m not holding back.”

It shouldn’t have, but your pussy clenches with anticipation.

This was yet another moment given to you to deny Jungkook - but you haven’t. Instead, you followed closely behind him as the two of you sneaked out of the home and around back to where his car sat. The night is dark and stateless, and his car is completely dark as you enter. He turns it on and turns on the heat as it warms.

“Back seat.” Jungkook demands, closing the driver seat door as he climbs to the back. “Take off your clothes.”

Jungkook doesn’t want to waste any unnecessary time - a year was long enough. He’s doing the same as you, removing useless clothing if it meant that he could be inside of you quicker.

“This is our last time.” you say, removing your clothing - your coat, sweats and shirt all discarded to the side. “Then we can never do this again.”

“Sure.” is all Jungkook says, glancing at your face.

You swing your leg around to sit onto his lap. “I’m serious, Kook-”

Jungkook’s palm slams into your face and once more - like before in the kitchen - he mushes your face back. “I heard you the first time, sis. You can go back to your lame boyfriend tomorrow.”

“Fuck-”

“-You. I will.” Jungkook centers his cock at your entrance and lightly taps it. “Still on birth control?”

You nod your head with a bite of your lip.

“Good.” Jungkook says, slowly entering you. His hands place themselves on your hips as he allows you to adjust to his size.

You’re squeezing around Jungkook so tightly and not even intentionally. Your eyes begin to roll just as you begin to grind against him, your hands wrapping around his neck.

“Shiiit.” Jungkook grunts.

You were needy, Jungkook thinks. You needed this - if not, you wouldn’t have been fucking yourself as if you did. Your feet are planted directly onto his set as you rise and fall against him, your moans of pleasure no longer needing to hide.

“You missed being fuck, didn’t you?” Jungkook’s cocky, but why wouldn’t he be? He had you where he wanted you - creaming his cock while your boyfriend laid sleep not far away.

Jungkook’s hand roams your naked body, unsure where he wants to lay them. Your breast bounces in his face, as if taunting him to suck on them even more.

“S-Shut up.” you whimper, your nails digging into the skin of his neck. Your forehead leans against his. 

“Feels good?” Jungkook asks rhetorically. “Come,” Jungkook presses his lips against yours and his hands onto your hips. He begins to thrust upwards into you, meeting your own thrusts. “gonna fuck you all night.”

Your lips press back onto Jungkook’s, completely lost in the immorality.  As much as your mind wanted to fight against it, your body refused. Jungkook was the only man you’ve been with sexually so far, and the only one that could satiate the hunger you felt.

The kisses become sloppy; needy. Neither of you want to stop, lust filling both bodies to the brim.

There’s a never ending urge inside of Jungkook, an urge he never wants to complete if he meant he could always be inside of you. He flips you onto your back, crashing you against the cool seats of his car. 

Jungkook begins to fuck deeper inside of you, uncaring about how aggressive the car begins to rock.

A year.

A year since Jungkook got to cum inside of you. A year since he felt your walls wrapped around him so heavenly and your moans enticing him beautifully.

A year since Jungkook got to be around you - the longest he’s gone without you since he was a child. 

Jungkook’s breathing increases as his hooded eyes look down at your figure. So beautiful, he ponders. So beautiful that it’s shameful that he is forced to give you to another man that could never love you as much as he could.

Jungkook wouldn’t allow it - not caring if you choose to hate him for the time being. He wouldn’t allow you to settle for second best.

“All mine,” Jungkook groans, capturing your lips with his own. His cock plunges in and out of you at an unbearable speed. “only mine.”

Your arms embrace Jungkook to keep him closer to you.

“Say it, Y/N. Say you’re mine.” Jungkook grumbles, dark eyes boring into yours. 

“You know I love you, Kookie.” you respond softly with a small smile onto your lips. “No need to get territorial.”

Jungkook groans. There was an absolute need - because eventually, you would try to find another man that didn’t love you enough and he wouldn’t allow you to.

“I can be all yours for tonight.” you press your lips against his with each passing word. “Just you and me.”

It’s exactly what Jungkook needed to hear; a confirmation. You were his - even if just for tonight - you were all his and for the entirety of the night right before the sun rose, you and he had continued as the gas wasted away

. Jungkook has cum inside of you an insane amount that if you weren’t on birth control there would be no doubt that you’d fall pregnant. He fucks you as many times as you’d let him - on your back, on your chest, between the driver and passenger seat.

Jungkook had no intention of this being your last night with him.

“What are you doing?” you ask Jae once you emerge from the bathroom. Three days had gone by so far and Jae wasn’t set to leave for another day. 

Jae turns towards you with a hard stare that has you halting in your tracks.

“Jae-” you reach out for him and he jerks away from you.

“I have to go.” Jae murmurs with a shake of his head. “I-I…”

Jungkook watches from the kitchen, sliding door cracked. He takes a sip of his drink, eyebrows furrowed. 

“I don’t understand.” you shake your head. “My dad should be off of work soon he can take you to the train station but-”

“I’ll catch an Uber.” Jae turns away from you. You’re confused by the sudden change. The last three days had been normal for the two of you.

“Jae, please talk to me.” you begin to follow him towards the front door. “Did I do something to upset you?”

Jae stops in his tracks, suitcase in hand. He slowly turns towards you, a look in his eye that wasn’t familiar.

Goosebumps emerge onto your arms at the sinister look in his eyes. 

“Jae-”

“You’re fucking your brother.”

Jae’s voice is deep and stern - you’ve never heard him use such language before.

You shake your head, gulping. “W-What?” you murmur so low and inaudible that you yourself are unsure if you said it or not. 

“You’re,” Jae turns towards you fully. “fucking your brother.” he repeats each word slowly. “You’re fucking your brother and you brought me here to meet him.”

Your mind is racing and your eyes are wide. 

“Where is this coming from?”

Jae drops his suitcase harshly. He rummages through his coat pocket and takes out his phone. He shoves it into your face as the video plays - the same video from a year prior of Jungkook and you in his car.

Right before college.

“I-I can explain-”

“Explain how you’re fucking your brother?!” Jae hisses with such venom that it makes you flinch. “Explain how you brought me here to meet him like a fool. What type of relationship do you two-”

“N-Nothing!” your eyes begin to water. “Jungkook isn’t my biological brother, he’s…” your breathing increases.

“Why does that matter, Y/N? There’s pictures all over here of you and him as kids!” Jae waves around his arms to said pictures on the walls. “You were raised as his sister! You call the same man dad!”

All you can do is shake your head as the tears begin to fall. Your heart hurts and you’re full of pure embarrassment of being found out. 

“Jae…”

“I’m leaving, Y/N. Don’t…don’t contact me anymore.” Jae pushes his phone back into his pocket. “I’m upset with you, but I don’t hate you. I wish you the best.”

Jae picks up his suitcase from the ground and turns away from you. You want to reach out for him and apologize - beg for his forgiveness. You want to plead for him to speak with you just a little while longer so you can explain.

You don’t - you didn’t have the right to.

“Y/N.”

Your head whips around to Jungkook leaning against the kitchen door. 

“You asshole!” you screech, lunging at him to attack. “How fucking selfish can you be?!” you scream so loud that you’re sure the neighbors will hear. 

“Calm down!” Jungkook screams back, restraining your wrists and halting your attacks. “It wasn’t me.”

“Who else has that video?” your tears are beginning to blind your vision. “You…you promised!” your voice cracks.

“Y/N…” Jungkook embraces you from behind. It’s the only way he could console you without you attacking him. 

“Let me go.” you cry, your body going limp in his embrace. 

“Luna isn’t here either. She left.” Jungkook murmurs into your ear. “I should have hid the video better. I’m sorry.”

You swallow. “L-Luna…knows?”

“Yes.” Jungkook murmurs. “She was the one who sent it to Jae. She suspected I was seeing someone else…” he trails off.

Jae knew.

Luna knew.

Your life was done - you wanted the world to swallow you whole at this moment. 

Jungkook holds you against his chest as you cried. “It’ll be okay, Y/N.”

“I-I can’t go back there.” you shake your head. “J-Jae…will tell everyone and-”

“SShh, Y/N. Calm down for me, please.” Jungkook turns you around and guides you towards the couch. “Breath, baby. It’s okay. I’m here.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and sniffle. 

“Why don’t you come home?” Jungkook suggests. “You can transfer to my college. It’s not too close to home but not as far, either.”

‘What about Luna?” 

“Luna won’t be a problem.” Jungkook assures. He had already broken things off with her the following night before he sent the video to Jae. She had taken it well and insisted there was no bad blood between them. “Trust me.”

You sniffle once more, wiping your eyes to look at Jungkook. 

Jungkook offers a warm smile. “There you go, Y/N. Wipe your tears.” he says softly. “I was thinking about getting an apartment for myself in the next few weeks. Do you want to stay with me when the transfers go through?”

You nod your head.

“Okay. I’ll tell Dad and we’ll get everything sorted, okay?” Jungkook rubs your arms encouragingly. “I’m sorry things with Jae didn’t work out.”

Jungkook wasn’t sorry, but he would apologize because you were crying and visibly upset and as someone he loves and cares for, he didn’t like it. 

Jungkook presses his lips against yours and embraces you. “I’ll be okay, Y/N.” he tells you. “No one’s going to love you like I do. I’ll take care of you.”

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Ungodly Hour: Day 1

You and Jungkook are together for the whole weekend. All he truly wanted from you was to admit you were his girl - but like always, he had to fuck it out of you. @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx

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warning: dirty talk, nipple sucking, slight kissing, neck biting, edging, face-slapping, cocky/jealous/possessive/dominant jungkook, bitchy/shit-talking but submissive reader, creampie, crying, begging,

“You cooked this?” your mother is first to ask once she bites into the meat, eyes growing slightly wide. “It tastes amazing.”

Jungkook gives a toothy grin and nods. “I added a secret sauce that my father has taught me.” 

You want to roll your eyes at Jungkook.

Dinner was going by smoothly. Around 20 minutes ago, your parents arrived. Your father appeared much the same, nonchalant and just ready to eat. Your mother did most of the talking. Her eyes roamed the apartment with prying eyes. She asked Jungkook and you questions after questions, all of which Jungkook responded to quickly and without hesitation. 

“How did you two really meet?” your mother asks after a moment. “I assume it couldn’t have been tweeter.”

You scoff. “No. It was not twitter.”

Jungkook places a hand atop yours and laughs. He wraps his fingers into your own and eyes you. He then brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “We met at the University.” Jungkook nods. “She was so cold to me at first.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Typical of her.”

“I must’ve asked her out a million times. I was shut down each and every time. Right, baby?”

You want to snatch that smirk off of his lips, but you only roll your eyes. 

“I think she got tired of my begging and agreed to a date.” Jungkook turns to your mother. “Ever since then, I’ve been attached to her like a lost puppy.”

Your father listens, not interested in speaking, but interested enough to appear apart of the conversation. “I’m glad.” your mother speaks. She takes a sip of her water. “Y/N can be a little mean.”

You knit your brows, but before you can speak Jungkook cackles. “She can!” he agrees.

Oh wow, you think. 

“But that’s what I love about her. She’s feisty and stubborn.” Jungkook looks your way, his eyes burning into you. You glance away from them and grunt, feeling hot. “And she always speaks up for me at restaurants when they get my order wrong.”

“That was once.” you quip. “You asked for extra sauce…”

“I did.” Jungkook nods. “I thought she was going to rip someone’s head off.” he tells your mother jokingly. “At least I know she cares.”

Jungkook was right - he had won over your mother.

That was expected, however. Your mother was easy to please. Jungkook was the equivalent of tall, dark and handsome. He’s easy to speak with and was such a smooth talker that it even had her swooning. He was affectionate, often kissing your hand or your head - more than usual, but you told yourself he was milking this to the very end. 

Now, your father was a different story. He was able to engage the man into conversation and actually hold it, having your fathers full and undivided attention. That is when you realized that Jungkook meant what he said - that even if this fake dating didn’t end with the both of you actually dating, that Jungkook would be there regardless. Your mother was already inviting him to dinner the following week and even hugged him before leaving - before she hugged you. 

“I’ll see you two next week?” your mother asks as she’s strolling out the door.

Jungkook wraps you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “You will!” he responds to her, waving curtly. “Y/N tells me about your cooking all the time. I can’t wait!”

You grumble - it was all the time, but you weren’t aware Jungkook was actually listening to your random ramblings. He was slowly winning your mother over that you were sure she would have him for dinner even without you there.

“You think you’re cute?” you push Jungkook off of you once the door is shut. 

“Is that the thanks I get for making a good impression?”

You cross your arms. “You know what you were doing complimenting her the entire night.”

Jungkook smirks. “Like mother, like daughter. You both like my praises.” Jungkook’s hands are on you again, bringing you closer to him. “I have to keep myself on top if I’m going to be competing against these boyfriends.”

Your hands are against his chest to push him away. “Ugh, take me home.”

“You aren’t staying the weekend?” Jungkook pouts his lips slightly. “We have to finish binge watching Law & Order.”

“You’re right.” you sigh for a moment. “And here I thought I had a chance to get rid of you.”

“You never can.” Jungkook’s right hand slaps your ass. You yelp, but it was only a gesture to bring you closer to him. He pecks your lips. “Let’s get going. We have the entire weekend ahead of us.”

The night shouldn’t have ended like this. You told yourself that you and Jungkook wouldn’t be entangled together - especially since you were watching Law & Order - there was no way Jungkook could ignore such an amazing series to get his cock wet.

But Jungkook had. 

It started with light touching. Jungkook’s bed is soft and it’s easy to be comfortable. He had gave you a shirt to wear - even if you had a weekend's worth of clothes - he insisted it would be best. You were certain he just wanted you in his shirt to appear more domesticated. 

Your first mistake was not wearing anything but the shirt and panties. Jungkook’s hands wandered upon your skin, his body dangerously close to yours. His hips would rut against your ass, prying hand going beneath the oversized shirt. “Just one kiss, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” was what he said - and you caved.

Of course it could never be one kiss. One peck led to him begging for more - and more. It led to him flipping you to face him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him. It continued with you being on top of him, tongues fighting against one another. His hands stayed upon your ass, rubbing gently as you and he kissed.

“We’re missing the show.” you protest, breaking free of the heated kiss. 

“We can always go back.” Jungkook eyes you with hooded eyes. “You look so pretty in my shirt.” he murmurs.

“Shut up, simp.” you roll your eyes jokingly.

“I can never compliment my girl without getting called a simp.” Jungkook tsks. His hands rub up your rib back down to your waist to your thighs. “It’s true, though. I wanna wake up with you like this every day.”

“I would have to actually be your girl for that to happen.” you retort. You gently grind against him, lips flashing him a mischievous grin. 

“You are my girl.” Jungkook hisses low, hands squeezing your hips to keep you firmly against him. “I got you in my shirt, don’t I?”

Jungkook and his logical comebacks. Damn him.

“I got you to stay with me this weekend, right?” Jungkook continues, his tongue coating his lips with moisture. 

“So?”

Jungkook manages to lift himself up without disrupting you. You and he are face to face now, your thighs caging him in between you. 

“So that makes you my girl.” Jungkook pecks your lips. “I know you like being called my girl, Y/N. Each time I say it you grind against me a little harder.”

Truly, fuck Jeon Jungkook because damn was he right.

“Exactly.” Jungkook murmurs, and for a second you believe he’s going to say something else - a comment that would indicate just how “down bad” you were for him. But no, Jungkook continues to stare at you.

You shift in his lap and with that, Jungkook blinks. “You’re really pretty.” 

You frown, knitting your brows together in an attempt to be annoyed - even if your heart did jolt. 

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook continues, his arms embracing you. “Far too stubborn to admit.”

“Is this how you ask out all your girls?” you snort, but feel yourself melting in his warm embrace. “Just demand for them to be with you?”

“There you go, Y/N.” Jungkook chuckles. “You go in that head of yours and start being delusional and fantasize me being with other girls.”

“Excuse me?” Delusional?

“Why are you adamant on me having multiple girls?” Jungkook gently kisses your forehead just because he knows it annoys you - his random acts of affection or kindness in a situation that is deemed “serious”.

You shrug your shoulders. “You fit the fuck boy aesthetic.” was all you say.

Jungkook snorts. “You think I have girls lining up to suck my dick in exchange for streaming services?”

You gasp. “We said we wouldn’t bring that up!” you hiss. 

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” Jungkook smiles. “I just don’t see how you think I’m a fuck boy even now. I barked in order to meet your parents. I’m still getting laughed at in the groupchat.”

You suppress your own laughter, only giving Jungkook a grin.

“I basically fund your whole lifestyle. I think that’s far beyond a fuck boy.” Jungkook adds - but not in a way to throw it in your face or to appear as though you need him to. 

“A sugar daddy at best.” you shrug, but even you can’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “You do know you aren’t obligated to buy me things.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes - it was the same song and dance as before. He’d get you something he heard you speak about once a few days prior - you would insist it wasn’t a need, but the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to keep doing it. 

“As my girl…” Jungkook places a kiss at the nape of your neck. “...it’s required of me to.”

“Until you get bored and throw me to the side.” you feel Jungkook’s teeth bite down on your neck. 

“You do everything but admit you like me, baby.” Jungkook presses you firmly against him. “I’m beginning to think that’s what you want me to do so you can remain in denial.”

Jungkook’s hands go beneath the large shirt of his you wore. Your skin is so soft and smooth - the both of you shudder. 

“You’re okay.” you murmur, biting your lip when you feel both of his hands engulf your breasts. 

“Just okay?” Jungkook’s tongue twirls on the spot he bit. “I can have you on your back begging for me in seconds, baby. Nothing about me is ‘just okay’.”

Your play hard to get was not going to last - especially not now. The cocky Jungkook was creeping in, and he knew that your words were nothing but bluffs.

“I’m sure I would be the same way with someone else.”

You couldn’t help it. It was a game for you at times to rile up Jungkook. He was the jealousy and competitive type - he had to prove that he was the best at any and everything he did. 

“You want me to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook chuckles, but you can hear the slight irritation in his voice - deep and raspy; ready to prove you wrong. You shudder slightly as goosebumps ride across your skin.

You really did. You were already wet enough, his hands and mouth adding to it. There was nothing like Jungkook fucking your petty words right out of you.

“You do this every time, Y/N.” Jungkook bites your neck harshly and you yelp, squirming. “You love messing with me. It must turn you on seeing me fuck the submission into you.”

You swallow thickly to suppress a moan. “I just give you what you want.” you shrug slightly. 

“What do I want?”

“Someone to moan for you no matter if it feels good or not.”

You were playing a dangerous game with Jungkook, but it just brings nothing but excitement through you. 

You yelp once more when you feel your hair being yanked. “You’re being a bitch again, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, but even he is amused by your attempts. You can never just tell him that you want him - never tell him that you want him to dominate. Instead, you deny or insinuate the opposite just to give him a reason to prove you wrong.

But Jungkook said it once before, he loved your ‘play hard to get’ game you played with him; when he had you it was much more satisfying. 

“Isn’t that what you like about me?” you tease, and even in the dim room - law and order playing ignored in the background - you are beautiful to him, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Love it.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly onto yours, his tongue sliding past your mouth. It’s quick and he’s rough, but you cannot protest. His hands are gripping your flesh so hard that you feel as though they’d leave a mark.

Jungkook yanks the shirt off of you, tongue instantly finding both of your breasts. Your legs are wrapped around him, his clothed cock pressing firmly against you.

“Why can’t you be normal?” Jungkook’s lips pops from your nipples, his tongue licking it furiously. “A normal girl would just tell me she wants me to be a little rough and not provoke it out of me.”

Jungkook grips both of your breasts into the palm of his hands and brings both of your nipples into his mouth.Your back arches at the warm sensation pooling through you. 

“I-I have to tell you how to fuck like a man?”

There was a new sensation when the words left your mouth and hit Jungkook’s ears. It’s a sensation that shoots straight to your core and leaves your cheek stinging.

The room is silent, Jungkook’s eyes wide watching your reaction for a moment. He’s ready to apologize for not thinking before he slaps you, but it’s your moan that draws him back to reality.

“You liked that?” Jungkook murmurs and you nod, biting your lip. Jungkook grunts, his mind wandering just how far you’d let him go.

Jungkook unwraps your legs from around him and removes himself from the bed. He drags you to the edge of it, you yelping at the sudden movement. Jungkook removes your panties and widens your legs. He’s cocky - through the flashing television light, he see’s how wet you are for him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jungkook demands.

You swallow, finding it difficult underneath his intense gaze. Jungkook lowers himself, burying his tongue deep within your folds. He forces your legs open each time you threaten to close them. His eyes are locked onto your fluttering ones, watching as you moan and cry for him. You were so beautiful for him - if only you’d allow him to admire your beauty. Oftentimes when he looked your way, you were quick to respond with a witty remark.

“Fuck…” you groan, breaking eye-contact just as he enters his fingers inside of you. You lay your head back and continue to pant. 

“You never allow me to treat you nicely.” Jungkook removes his tongue from your clit to spit on it, continuing his pumping. “If you’d let me, I would take good care of you.” Jungkook licks his lips, the wet sounds of your pussy like a melody to his ears. “But instead, you want to be a bitch. I don’t get it.”

“K-Kookie…” you draw out a moan, a hand cupping your breast. You can feel the familiar churning in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum-”

“No you aren’t.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, hand slapping your clit. 

Your eyes shoot open, your pussy clenching around nothing. “W-What-”

Your mouth is stuffed with Jungkook’s fingers, your tongue twirling around them. 

“See how good you taste?” Jungkook questions, removing his fingers to grip your chin tightly. “I would let you cum but…I’m sure you can always find someone else to do it. Since you enjoy faking so much.”

Your heart is pumping and you flush hot with embarrassment. You aren’t sure what to say - Jungkook had you beat. 

“Aw,” Jungkook chuckles. “You look so sad, baby. I can let you cum.”

You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook. 

“Is that what you want?”

You nod your head, but Jungkook wants to hear you. 

You yelp when your clit is slapped once more. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes!” you try not to moan and sound too desperate, but it’s inevitable. 

“Yes what, baby?” Jungkook’s already tugging his bottom half off, his underwear going along with it. His shirt is next, chisel abs in your line of vision that you groan at just the sight. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. You have a mouth any other time.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. 

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his cocky attitude.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his amazing dick that has you following along with him. “Please fuck me.” you sigh in defeat. “Please make me cum, Kook.”

“With pleasure.” Jungkook is delighted. He slaps the top of his cock against your clit, licking his lips. “So wet. To think you said someone else can have you like this.”

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that go - you can only imagine how hard he was going to fuck-

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout in surprise at how hard he enters you, his thrusting increasing by the second. Your back slams against the bed with each thrust, and it only bounces back just as hard. 

“You can handle it, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses, fingernails digging into your flesh. “You don’t want me to be nice, you don’t want to be my girl…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting heavily. Jungkook’s tone appears serious - you’d have to ask later on if your words really got to him like they appeared to have. 

“I let you…fuck…” Jungkook’s head hangs, eyes unsure where to focus. Your breast bounced furiously in rhythm with his pounding. Your face is scrunched with pleasure, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth. “...I let you sit on my face. I let you spend as much of my money as you’d like with no limit. I…”

Jungkook grips your chin once more, forcing you to focus on him. It’s difficult - Jungkook doesn’t allow you a second to breathe, but you don’t want him to. 

“And all I really ask you to be is my girl.”

It pains for him to remove himself from you - all he wants is to cum deep inside of you like you’d allow him before. But - his pride and ego got the best of him. If you were going to front as if you didn’t need him to cum, then you weren’t.

“Kook…” you cry in defeat, pussy once more clenching around nothing. 

Jungkook laughs, a dark glee in the tone. “And like I said before, Y/N…” your eyes flutter a bit looking at his face - dark lust filled eyes staring right into yours. “...I can have you on your back begging for me, can’t I?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Your chest heaves. “Fuck you.” you curse at how meek your voice appeared.

“I bet you’d like that baby.” Jungkook plays with your clit slightly. “You’re my girl, right?”

You lick your lips, thighs quivering. 

“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” Jungkook centers his tip at your entrance, thumb circling against your wet bud. “That’s all I want from you, baby. You can have anything you want from me…”

Jungkook enters you slowly this time. Your groan is long and deep, your hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s bicep. 

“J-Jungkook.” you trail off - the pleasure now getting to you. You just wanted to cum by him - his hands, mouth, cock, whatever it took.

“Yes, baby?” Jungkook breathes - he’s unsure himself if he’d be able to last long like this and then his ego would be hurt (but then again, he wouldn’t have blueballs).

“Please make me cum, Kookie.” you wail, hot tears falling down your face. You had to look utterly pathetic weeping for dick. Jungkook’s ego was now going to skyrocket and this moment is something he would forever hold over your head - no jokes from you could ever be taken now. “I had you on your back crying for me, baby” - you can hear it now.

But - you were desperate. Jungkook was hot, his dick was amazing and you’d allow him to have this over you. 

“I’m your girl, Kookie.”

Jungkook shudders - and now he’s truly satisfied. He pounds into you sloppily, certain that neither of you were going to last long. You’re clenching around him so heavenly, moaning and crying his names that he cannot help but want to cum inside of you each and every time. 

“I know you’re close, baby.” you hear Jungkook say, his forehead - moist with sweat - pressed onto yours. “We can come together, okay?”

“Y-Yea…” you nod, but you wrap your arms around Jungkook and press your lips against his. You’re groaning against the kiss, already cumming on his cock.

Jungkook feels the electric shock go through him and he shudders. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook cums inside of you, trembling at the sensation.

Ten minutes it’s what it took for you and Jungkook to come back to reality. You’re sweaty and you haven’t even done anything.

“You wanna shower?” Jungkook’s voice pipes in. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too overboard, right?”

You nod your head. “I’m okay.” you murmur. 

Jungkook nods. He kisses your temple. “I can start the shower for you-”

“You aren’t coming?” you ask once you feel Jungkook shuffle on the bed.

“I-I..” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and doe like. He appears completely surprised that you offered such a thing. “You’d like me to?”

You laugh at his expression. How you manage to remove yourself from the bed is beyond you - your legs are shaking with pain that you’re not upset about. 

Jungkook feels your hands against his bare chest and he tilts his head, awaiting your response. “I said I was your girl, wasn’t I?” you murmur, sending a kiss to his chest.

In seconds, Jungkook is erect again at just the admission. 

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death valley (m) | part 2

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

Oh there you go, undress to impress. You can wear the crown but you’re no princess

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader; songwriter!hobi x reader x coworker!namjoon; brief producer!yoongi x reader

genre: smut, slight yandere (building), thriller, gang!au, rockstar!au, fightclub!au, 

wordcount: 7.7k

warnings: multiple and explicit smut scenes, rough sex (hair pulling, slight biting-spanking-spitting, manhandling, etc), oral sex (f & m), praise, kidnapping, subtle yandere themes, exhibitionism, threesome, daddy kink, a noncon kiss on the cheek, traumatic themes, crying/fear, wet dream, begging, degradation (use of terms: slut, whore, etc), restraints/handcuffs (in dream), intoxicated sex, fainting, swearing, heavy drug and alcohol abuse, yoongi is just...the absolute sweetest, switch(but mostly sub in this part)!reader, dom!hobi, sub!namjoon, dom!jungkook

(disclaimer) this is a completely fictional. this is not an accurate or realistic portrayal & it does glamorize drugs but i do not condone these behaviors. please read with caution! 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

Kim Seokjin? The same guy who beat Namjoon up so horribly…was a cop? 

It was all you could think about as you drove back to Jimin’s to return his car. What you did not expect was to see a familiar blue haired boy exiting the complex as you rolled into the parking lot. 

He met your eyes--first with surprsie, but immediately replaced  with guilt. He approached you as you finished parking. You lowered your window, regarding him with spite. 

“Jungkook” You hissed.

“Oh hey” He leaned against the door, peering in at you. You noticed him tugging at his sleeves nervously. “What are you doing here?” He seemed a bit flustered, looking around sporadically as if he was almost hiding from someone.

“I stole Jimin’s car. Needed to drop it off”

“Really?” He chuckled lightly before clearing his throat, “Listen I wanted to apologize for not showing up the other d--”

“Did you give Namjoon drugs before the fight?” You asked bluntly. You watched him freeze up, stuttering to find a response. “Wow. You did. You told me you wouldn’t but you did didn’t you?” Jungkook’s expression turned bitter.

“Don’t fucking act like I’m the bad guy. I did it to protect you okay. You don’t even..” He scoffed, “You have no idea what they would have done”

“Protect me from what? Don’t bullshit me you did it for money didn’t you? You fucking liar. Did you even see the state Joon was in after? He fucking trusts you, you’re his friend”

“I didn’t have a choice!” Jungkook screeched, annoyed at your belittling. “He was gonna kill me and he was gonna kill you too. He found out you were coming to meet me”

“Who? Taehyung?” Jungkook gave you a curious look.

“Huh? Taehyung? No not Taehyung...I didn’t even know Taehyung was at the fight” Jungkook opened your car door, leaning in to get a better look at you. But how did Taehyung know you were there to see him then? “You need a ride home right?” You nodded. Jungkook brought out his keys from his back pocket, clicking them so his car beeped. You looked towards the noise to see a black truck parked not too far. “Come on.”

The drive was quiet. You gave him directions to your building, and upon arriving you noticed that his jaw was taught and eyes raging with a mix of anger and fear.

“Why the fuck would you live here? Do you...” He stopped himself again. You couldn’t help but notice how careful he was being with his words. “This is a really shady area. Didn’t you do any research before moving here?”

“There weren’t many options honestly. It was the only place available I could afford. It’s nice enough” Jungkook frowned slightly but didn’t push it. You invited him inside for coffee in exchange for the ride.

Jungkook sat at your kitchen island, watching you with great interest as you prepared drinks. As you poured the coffee, something came over him. You looked so pure. So innocent. He couldn’t help himself. Jungkook came up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips. 

You felt his lips press against the back of your head. You loved how warm he felt, numbing the pulsing fear that was building in your chest. He began to kiss your neck softly. 

“Sorry. I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay” His breath was hot against your collar bone, making your whole face heat up. You gripped the counter, eye fluttering shut as you savored his touch. “I really really wanted to see you again”

“Oh I bet” You turned to face him, bodies still pressed together. “Still remember how whiny you were” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“I still remember how much you fucking loved it”

It was all it took for the sexual tension to come crashing down. You pulled Jungkook by his shirt towards you, lips finding each other like magnets. He moaned right away as his hands grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter top, coffee spilling into the sink. He was starving for you, kissing you desperately, like he missed you--he did miss you--he was trying to chase a feeling and groaned in frustration when he couldn’t quite find it. 

“Holy fuck, Jungkook” You pulled back to breathe, noticing his blushed cheeks, panting heavily as his eyes blinked at you with pure infatuation. He swiftly pulled off his shirt, revealing his tight muscles, arms covered in intricate tattoos all the way to his fingers. Without thinking your hands trailed over his markings with interest. Jungkook smiled.

“Like what you see?” He then pulled down your shorts and panties and watched them drop to the floor. He licked a stripe up your thighs, hands sliding under your shirt as he found your breasts. You could feel him smile against your tingling skin as you squirmed beneath him. “So fucking sensitive aren’t you baby” He slowly ran his soft fingers over your nipples, circling them teasingly as his nose brushed against your cunt.

“Stop teasing me dammit” You whined, bucking you hips up as he pinched you. Your body felt hot all over, and Jungkook watched with interest at the way your heat seemed to be calling out for him through the soft squelching of you clamping down. 

“Shhh...patience baby” You could feel his breath against your folds, driving you wild at the unsatisfying stimulation. He spit out, allowing his saliva to glide into your gaping pussy before shoving his tongue into you. He flattened his tongue, running it up to your clit and sucking harshly. 

Heat soared through your body and you twitched as he rolled his tongue in, drinking you up deliciously. He opened his mouth wide, allowing his tongue to pump even further inside of you. You could feel his thick, plush lips against you--only adding to the amazing sensation. 

His fingers left your nipples, opting instead to clutch around your breasts. Your hand grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging his face further into you as you strained your neck to try and get a better look at him, but Jungkook pressed his hands down on you, making sure you didn’t get up. 

His tongue jutted into you, flickering around your core harshly, searching for a place that would drive you wild. When he found it, you cried out, shoving his face down as much as you could. 

Jungkook laughed slightly, taking care to slowly lick away at that spot, rolling his tongue oh so slightly as he watched you close your eyes and bite your lip--barely able to contain your gasps of pleasure. 

His mouth moved across your splayed out body, pushing your top so it piled over your breasts as he began to kiss them. His wet pillowy lips teased you with pleasure before he sucked harshly, letting his teeth graze against your sensitive mounds. He hopped up onto the counter so he could climb over you, kicking his sweats off in the meanwhile. 

“Fuck, I’ve been craving you so fucking bad” His hands found yours, fingers intertwining as he pushed your arms out to your sides. He lowered his face until it was inches from yours and grinned. You licked your lips, signaling Jungkook to engulf you in another sloppy kiss. Your mouths were barely even on each other as your tongues fought for dominance, messy moans and whimpers mixing with the sound of your drenched folds rubbing just barely against Jungkook’s hardening cock. He let your hands go to bring them behind your head as he deepened the kiss, yours wrapping around his neck in response. 

“Ready baby? Ready for my big fucking cock” He tugged you hair back harshly making you wince in pain as he propped himself up and lined his cock up with your entrance. With one quick and heavy stride he thrust deep into you, pulling your head back even further as his thick cock pushed its way through. 

“There it is. So tight and warm for me fuck, pussy takes me in so fucking well” He thrusted again with so much force he barely was moving his cock. He was just digging further and further into you making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your hands traced his back muscles as he tried to soothe you with light kisses to your neck, but you couldn’t help crying out with every single one of his short thrusts. His hair was sweaty, strands falling over his face and brushing against yours. 

He propped himself up fully then, bringing his hands to your neck and gripping it tightly as his thrusts continued. You choked out as Jungkook tilted his head back in pleasure. You couldn’t help but notice his double pierced earrings, which turned you on so much you fell apart.

You moaned out as your orgasm shook through you, pussy messily leaking onto Jungkook’s cock. He groaned at the way you tightened around him, causing him to curse loudly and quicken his pace. 

He released your neck, allowing you to gasp for air as he took your legs and pushed them forward, allowing him to pump you at a deeper angle. He let his fingers run over your lips before shoving two of them down your throat and making you gag on them. 

He pulled out, rolling onto his back as he felt himself reaching his own high. His hand furiously pumped his cock which looked like it was ready to burst. You moved onto your side and began to kiss his neck, helping him on.

“Come on baby. Cum for me. So close baby” You cooed at him. He looked deep into your eyes as his hands continued moving rapidly. “You’re doing so good baby...come on” He began to whimper and you grinned. “Such a needy baby aren’t you Jungkook. Hm?” You cupped his face and kissed him again. You felt him bite down on your lip harshly, muffling a cry as his hot seed splattered over his stomach. 

Jungkook parted from you, sighing deeply as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. His cum spreading all over. He nuzzled your neck affectionately “Let me stay over. Just to make sure you’re safe for a few nights”

Your eyes widened, but you saw how pleading his expression was. “Why do you not think I’d be safe?”

“Because you living here means they know where you are. And I swear to god if they laid a finger on you I...I don’t know if I could handle it. Please baby"

“Who Jungkook? Who are you talking about?”

“I...” He looked away, “I don’t know. But he’s dangerous”

-

When the morning came, Jungkook was sprawled out on the other side of your bed. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Tonight was the night Namjoon wanted you guys to go out. Back to fucking Death Valley. 

You had been dreading it, but after the events of the last few days you really needed a distraction. Hobi had conveniently avoided being alone with you ever since the two of you hooked up. It drove you crazy. He was acting so incredibly normal, as if nothing happened. But you wanted him. 

Namjoon greeted you when you arrived at work, sitting in the conference room, scribbling away on his notepad. He was still not quite his usual self. You told him you ran into Jungkook and that he was going to be staying with you for a while. “He says I’m not safe there” 

Namjoon clicked his pen absentmindedly, “Wait where did you say you lived?”

You told him, explaining again that you really didn’t have any other options, and watched his eyes go wide. “Uh yeah that’s not the best place to live. Lot of um...dangerous activity” He searched something on his phone. “Y/n, there are so many better apartment listings, what do you even mean?” 

“I dunno. When I moved here it seemed like everything else had been rented out” You shrugged.

Hobi entered the studio with assignments. He looked great, wearing a large oversized bowling shirt over cargo shorts. It showed just enough of his chest. “Morning guys! Excited to see you all tonight. Y/n, you’ll be working with Joon again while I handle the...”

“Actually do you mind if I talk to you privately outside” Stop fucking avoiding me. You thought bitterly. Hobi’s face fell slightly. You went into the hallway, expecting him to follow. When you had him alone, he plastered on a forced smile.

"Did you need something?” You wanted to laugh at how clearly fake he was being, trying to act like his usual cheery self. 

“Are we just not going to talk about that night?” The facade dropped. Hobi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought deeply about how to respond to you.

“We were buzzed. It’s not professional Y/n. Let’s just forget it happened”

“But I” You began to protest, but Hobi brought up his hand for you to stop.

“End of discussion. Work relationships are not allowed here. I’m sorry” His eyes scanned your figure, a look of regret flashed across his face as he quickly turned around and left. 

-

Sitting in the dive bar itself was something you had yet to do, but you found yourself enjoying the ambiance. The music was perfect, not too loud as Namjoon began blabbering away about his music next to you on the circular leather seats of your booth. Sure, you were also glad to finally spend some time out of the office with Namjoon that didn’t involve him almost dying. But you were here for one reason and one reason alone. To get back in bed with Hobi. 

Unfortunately, he was numb to your obvious advances, brushing you off as a tease as you’d find reasons to touch him, lean against him or play with his hair. Finally you gave up with a pout, downing a shot before refocusing your attention onto Namjoon. If Hobi didn’t want you, you were more than happy to show him what he was missing.

“Joonie...” You murmured, leaning into him. “Do a shot with me” Namjoon pinched your cheek affectionately and agreed. You poured a shot of tequila for him, lining up salt on your forearm and sitting ready for him with a lime wedge in your mouth. 

Namjoon downed the bitter liquid and you couldn’t help but twitch at the feeling of his tongue gliding seamlessly up your arm before his lips were on yours, taking the wedge from you.

Hobi’s jaw clenched slightly as he watched the two of you play. Namjoon returned the favor, but you took it a step further, sliding into his lap so you could have easier access to the lime in his mouth. Lingering by his lips a bit too long for Hobi’s liking.

“Jungkook suggested these for tonight” Namjoon brought out a few pills, laying them on the table. “I only got a little bit, but he said it would be fun. If we wanna do more we can just go to your place after and hang too, I’m sure he has stuff with him”

Hobi’s head turned fast, he raised his eyebrows incredulously “What?”

“Yeah” You said nonchalantly, “Jungkook is staying at my place for a while.” You shrugged it off like it was no big deal but it was obvious that Hobi was pissed. Namjoon quickly popped the pill.

“Will you feed one to me Joonie?” You stuck your tongue out. Namjoon grinned and gave you the pill, watching as your tongue curled in. 

“You’re such a little flirt aren’t you” Namjoon nuzzled your neck, not crossing any lines as his hands remained on your back. You giggled, his soft hair tickling you slightly, “And you smell so damn good” He muttered soft enough so only you could hear it.

Hobi watched as you began whispering into Namjoon’s ear. He couldn’t hear what the two of you were saying but seeing you curled up into him like that had him fuming inside. He grabbed the tequila bottle and took a long swig from it before slamming it back onto the table. Both you and Namjoon turned around.

Hobi leaned across the booth to pull you off of Namjoon’s lap and into his. He didn’t even care about the way Namjoon’s eyes widened as he clenched your ass.

“Hi daddy” You smirked, tracing lines up his chest. He jerked you forward so that you were sitting right where he wanted to feel you.

“Stop teasing me.” He growled. He smacked you ass harshly.

“You’re the one being a tease” You snapped right back. “Come on I know you want to.” You traced your finger down his chest, biting your lip slightly. Hobi watched you with dark eyes as you pulled at his shirt playfully before getting off of him and climbing onto the table. 

An upbeat song played through the room, and Hobi watched wide-eyes as you stood up on the table and began to sensually sway your hips. You let your hips drop low, making sure to bend your ass out in front of Namjoon as Hobi began fuming. Namjoon took another swig of his drink and raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Joonie” You cooed, getting on the table on all fours and crawling towards him.  “Kiss me” You curled your finger, motioning for him to come to you. Like a mesmerized puppy he did as told, finding your lips slowly. You could sense his uncertainty. You deepened the kiss, allowing your tongue to push through his mouth. You maneuvered until you were back in his lap, and for a moment you forgot that Hobi was even there. Namjoon tasted bitter but so incredibly sweet at the same time. As his hands began running down your thighs you couldn’t help but moan into him lightly.

Hobi gritted his teeth, jaw clenched to the point where he could just burst. He got up and dragged you off of Namjoon harshly, giving you whiplash as your ass landed harshly onto the seat. Hobi dropped to his knees and yanked off your bottoms. Without any warning he spread your legs wide open to see that you were getting wet. 

“Who is this for huh?” Hobi growled looking up at you. His eyes were enraged, you almost felt scared but you were too turned on by the situation to care. He turned to Namjoon who was startled and unsure of what to do. “You see this Joon?” Namjoon nodded slowly “This is for me. Got that?” He nodded again, gulping. Hobi’s eyes softened slightly, “Do you wanna taste? Wanna see how yummy her pretty pussy is?” Namjoon looked at you for permission and you nodded furiously.

He slowly lowered himself onto the floor next to Hobi, taking your thigh into his hand to spread you out further. 

“God just look at that” Hobi licked his lips, taking his fingers to loosely run up and down your folds, showing Namjoon how wet you were by sloshing around. Hobi gathered your arousal onto his finger and brought it to Namjoon’s lips “Go ahead. Taste” Namjoon opened his mouth, and you watched as he licked off Hobi’s finger. “Do you like it?” He nodded. “Good. Eat her out. I’m gonna go get some real action” Hobi slid back into his seat next to you and his hands quickly slid under your shirt. He brought his face in close to you, nibbling your jaw between kisses. “Aww fuck baby girl, you love this don’t you. Little attention whore aren’t you hm?”

Namjoon’s tongue ran slowly over your clit and Hobi’s warm hand covered both your breasts. Every fiber of your being felt so incredibly stimulated. You were a heaving mess. 

“Hobi” You whined, pulling his face towards yours to kiss him harshly. He could feel the way you craved him in your kiss, as you eagerly tried to rile him up, letting your kisses get sloppier by the second. 

“Get on the table” He mumbled. “Sit pretty for me yeah?” You did, spreading your legs for him as you leaned back slightly. Namjoon got up, your juices trickling down his lips. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and the smirk he left after had you shivering in anticipation.

“What do you think Joon?” Hobi grinned, palming your raw cunt soothingly, “She ready for some cock?” Namjoon didn’t miss a beat, he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his cock to slide out. He stroked himself lazily as he gazed at you. You stared right back at him, enjoying the way his face was blushed red as he jacked off. 

“Hurts” He mumbled. You pouted at him empathetically.

“Oh you poor thing” You reached out to stroke his cock, watching him let out a shaky moan at your touch. “Want me to kiss it better baby?” Namjoon nodded and you heard Hobi chuckle in amusement. You opened your mouth wide, softly tugging his cock so he knew to come towards you. Namjoon inserted his girthy length in your mouth and your tongue rolled over his thick skin, savoring the salty bitterness. You hollowed your cheeks as you began to move your mouth up and down, sucking him relentlessly. 

In the meanwhile, Hobi had pulled out his own cock and pulled your hips to the edge of the table. He slapped his cock against your pussy as you choked on Namjoon. You could feel the warm throbbing head push against your sensitive folds, causing you to squirm with a desire for more. Your pussy clenched on nothing, causing more arousal to seep out onto his cock. 

You choked on Namjoon’s dick as Hobi sunk into you, pulling your hips in close as Namjoon’s cock went further down your throat. You gagged incessently, causing Namjoon to pull out with concern. Hobi began fucking you harshly, thrusting into you with no remorse whatsoever. “Fucking whore can’t even suck cock right?” He scoffed at you playfully, “You really gonna leave him hanging after all he did for you?”

You shook your head dumbly, "Come back baby let me suck you good” Namjoon cursed softly as you pulled him back into your mouth, taking your time to let your tongue wrap around every crevice of his girthy cock. You let your hands snake up his thighs, allowing you to fondle him and stroke him while you bobbed your head back and forth, keeping your eyes glued to his, which was the thing that had him falling apart the most. 

“You’re so...pretty” Namjoon exhaled. He was high but you could see the sincerety in his eyes as if he just had some sort of epiphany. It made you want to suck him even faster, giving this adorable boy all the pleasure in the world like he fucking deserved. 

Hobi noticed you diverge your attention, glaring darkly at the way Namjoon was looking at you. He pulled out and grabbed your hair, pulling you off of Namjoon’s dick, saliva stringing from your lips. 

He made you look straight at him as he brought his face to yours “You made your point okay. Your mine now you got that?” He growled, shoving you back on the table. Your head hit the glass surface painfully and you felt dizzy. Hobi flipped you over and gripped your ass firmly, letting his nails dig into your plump skin. 

“Hit her” He ordered Namjoon, who gave him an uncomfortable look. “Don’t you like her cute ass? Hit it. Hit the bitch like she fucking deserves. Be a fucking man” You could hear the genuine anger in Hobi’s voice, and it was turning you off. 

“I...I’m good. You go ahead if you want” Namjoon said softly, spacing out slightly as he watched the scene unfold. Hobi laughed bitterly, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back. 

“You see that baby girl? I know how you like it, and I’m the only one who can fucking give it to you good, you understand?”

“Yes--” You muttered, wincing as Hobi smacked your ass again harshly. You crooned at the stinging aftermath. 

“Yes?” Hobi bit your ear and tugged it harshly. “Don’t you know how to address me by now baby girl?”

Smack. “Yes daddy.” You squealed. Hobi hummed in satisfaction. 

“That’s right baby. Don’t you fucking forget it” He shoved his cock back inside you, filling you to the brim. “Fucking slut. Letting me fuck you like this out in the open. Anyone can just see what a whore you are for me. But you love that don’t you huh? You wanna show everybody just how goddamn much you want daddy’s cock isn’t that right baby?” He began to move, thrusting into you quickly as his cock began twitching inside you. “I asked you a fucking question” He snapped, pushing your face down onto the table.

“Yes daddy” You cried out “I love it. I love your cock daddy, need it...” You sighed out as your felt yourself edging on the cusp of your orgasm. As rough as he was, he was right. You loved the way Hobi fucked you. “Please cum in me daddy, want your cum.”

Hobi sucked at your jaw “I know baby. All you ever fucking want is daddy’s cum, I know that. I know you want me to pump you so full of it, fuck my cum into you like the cockslut whore you are. All for me, and only me”

“Yes daddy. Only you. I promise” With that, Hobi came like a flood, bursting his load deep inside you. You whined, losing your own orgasm as he finished just slightly too soon. Before getting off of you, he grabbed the bottle of liquior and turned your face, pouring the alcohol into your mouth. You chocked as the liquid filled your throat, and he stopped, allowing you to gulp it down. 

You felt it hit you right away, finding yourself unable to move as Hobi got off of you.

“Go ahead Namjoon. Fuck her” Hobi fixed his pants back up. You couldn’t see--your vision began to blur as you felt Namjoon lean down to your face.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Is it too much?” His words were slurred. You smiled at him lazily, nodding despite your inability to comprehend what he was even asking you. You were so tired.

The glass started to burn against you as you felt yourself moving back and forth against it. Where were you? You giggled, eyes drooping shut. You heard your name being called. Was it in pleasure or concern? Who knows. You faint.

-

Your head pounds with pain as you wake up. The first thing you notice is that you cant see anything--it’s absolutely dark. There was something covering your eyes. You tried to reach for it and take it off but a rough sensation at your wrists holds you back and you realize they are tied together behind you over some sort of railing. 

“Hello?” You panicked. “Namjoon!? Hobi?!” You tried to tug yourself out of the restraints but they wouldnt budge. You could still feel the weary after effects of the pills you took, everything seemed slow and you mind was freaking out at the lack of light, losing any sense of coherent reality. 

“I’m here y/n” Your heart flooded with relief as you heard Hobi’s familiar voice echo through the room, “Don’t worry you’re gonna be okay, just calm down”

“I’m here too” You heard Namjoon’s voice. He sounded like he was much closer to you, only a few feet away. “What the fuck is going on?” He growled and you hear him trying to break the ropes on his hands with brute strength. 

“Give up Namjoon” A new voice entered the room. It was so familiar but you were too dazed to place it. You suddenly feel something warm close to you, a scent too close for your liking. You squirmed as you felt a hand touch your face.

“Stop! Who are you!?” You tried to turn yourself away from him but he gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your mouth slightly. The person didn’t say any words but you could feel them getting closer.

“Get the fuck away from her” Namjoon growled, tugging at the ropes repeatedly to no avail. 

You gulped as you felt a nose against your cheek. You felt as though someone had punched the air out of your gut, as a pair of lips carefully made contact with your skin. They lingered, and you flinched away as fast as you could. You heard a slight chuckle as the heat from the body seemed to disappear. He was leaving. Thank God.

You close your eyes to try to focus on the sound of his footsteps, heart racing as you hear them move in Namjoon’s direction. Suddenly you heard a loud slap--it sounded like the man just hit Namjoon. Your eyes clenched as you heard Namjoon wince in pain.

You hear more shuffling, and suddenly there are more footsteps. It seemed that more people had come into the room. “Fuck. Get your fucking hands off of me” You hear Namjoon’s voice getting further away.

“Namjoon?” You cry out. You hear a door slam shut and suddenly there is silence again. “Hobi?” You’re petrified, body trembling as the silence persists. You were alone. What were they going to do to you? You began to cry, your sobs echoing throughout with no one to hear. 

-

You had no idea when you fell asleep, but woke up to loud knocking. “Hello! Is anyone in here?” You heard a door open. “Holy shit, Y/n?” You craned your neck to try to recognize the voice, but you were so exhausted and hungover that you couldn’t even think. You felt hands at your wrists untying the rope. The next thing you know light flooded your vision. You squinted at the sudden stimulus, waiting for your vision to adjust so you could see your savior. 

“Jin?” You asked in shock, gaping at the gorgeous man in front of you. Of course. He’s police. I’m safe now. You sighed in relief as tears began to flow from your eyes again. Jin crouched down in from of you, caressing your hands where the rope had dug in slightly. You threw your free hands around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. “S...sorry I just” You stuttered between your cries. Jin softly stroked your back.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe with me”

He let you cry in his arms for a while before you finally were able to gather yourself. He helped you up, holding your hand as the two of you left what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse of some sort. “Namjoon...uh...RM, and a coworker of ours, named Hoseok, they were both with me but someone took them away” You informed him, “Do you know where they are?” Jin stopped momentarily, and you noticed him sigh.

“Not yet. But we’ll find them okay. It’s a little complicated, let’s get in the car and I’ll tell you everything”

Jin held your shoulders down some stairs as you made it to the parking lot. He assisted you in getting into his blue sedan. 

“Your house isn’t far from here, I’ll drop you home after we talk” He informed you as he got into the drivers seat. You curled your legs up into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest for comfort.

“How do you know who I am? Why do you know so much about me?”

“It’s my job to know.” He smiled slightly. “Listen. I’m not exactly sure why, but my intel tells me that you’re being used as some sort of bargaining chip”

You blinked at him in utter confusion, “Bargaining...for what? Who the fuck?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know you hang out with gang members Y/n” Jin chuckled. Your eyes widened.

“Uh...I didn’t...” Well. Jungkook made sense. And sure, then there was Jimin. And if you thought about it, it did made sense that Namjoon was also caught up in something like that--it would explain a lot. 

“I understand that you’re close with Park Jimin” You frowned. The last thing you needed right now was to talk about him of all people. “So don’t play dumb with me. You’re not in any trouble, just tell me what you know”

“Dude...I’m new here okay. I don’t have any information about anything alright. Shouldn’t you know who’s betting on you?” You scoffed. Jin raised his eyebrows.

“Betting? Who said anything about betting?” He smirked as you gaped at him, realizing your slip.

“Oh...I mean...”

“My intel tells me you saw something you shouldn’t have. That’s why you’re being used by some people...possibly another gang...to blackmail the gang who runs Death Valley, and why you’re on his radar”

“Who’s radar?” Was it the same guy from earlier? Or maybe the guy you had seen kicking Namjoon? Or the guy who tied up Jungkook? Was it all the same person? 

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.” Jin stated matter of factly, “No one knows who he is. Well...I think Park Jimin knows who he is, so I have a proposition for you.”

“You want me to snitch” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t love that your new associates seemed to be such dangerous people, but you weren’t the type of person to go try to get anyone in trouble for their own business. “No thanks”

“You’re really not safe Y/n. If we work together, I can make sure no harm comes to you” You thought back to Jungkook’s warnings, smiling inwardly knowing that you had the strong boy waiting for you back at your apartment. He would be able to protect you with no issue, you didn’t need to get involved with the cops.

“No thanks. I’ll be okay. Please just take me home” Jin sighed, tapping the wheel of his car quickly as if he were irritated. 

“Fine. If you change your mind” He pulled out his wallet and handed you a business card, “Call me”

Jin dropped you home and you slowly tried to walk your way to the elevator, slumping inside it once the doors slid open. A few floors up the elevator halted, opening to reveal none other than Min Yoongi. 

“Y/n?” He asked curiously, observing your chaotic state. You had no idea how you looked, but you were sure it was not at all presentable. You groaned internally. Yoongi probably thought you were a trainwreck. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh I--” You straightened yourself up as much as you could, brushing your clothes off and trying to fix your hair urgently. Yoongi looked absolutely stunning, even outside of work. It was refreshing to see him in a simple hoodie and joggers, his earrings still driving you wild. “I love...LIVE. I live here” You internally screamed at yourself for your awkwardness. Yoongi didn’t break a smile, he simply observed you curiously. He glanced at the elevator navigation and pressed a number for the floor above yours. 

“I didn’t know you live in the same building as me.” He stated, “I can give you a ride to work sometime if you’d like”

“Oh! I’d love that...I mean, that would be great you know. Saving the environment and all that” You chuckled, twirling your hair. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes were amused but still no hint of a smile. 

The elevator arrived at your floor, and Yoongi watched as you scrambled to get yourself out of there. “I’ll see you at work, Y/n.” He nodded in your direction. You smiled sheepishly.

The door had almost slid shut but your eyes met his. His gaze was so intense on you, you felt almost like a prey in front of a predator. You finally see a slight tug of a smile as you gulp. How can a human being be so goddamn FINE? 

You finally make your way to your door and realize you don’t have your keys. Fuck they probably stole them. But why did they leave my wallet? You knocked on the door. 

No response.

“Jungkook?” You called out, rapping at the door franticly. “Fuck” You muttered, leaning against the door in defeat. You were so incredibly tired, you just wanted to take a fucking nap. Maybe I can crash at Yoongi’s? Would that be unprofessional? You limped your way back to the elevator. Arriving on his floor you realized you didn’t know which room was his.

You laughed, thinking about how fucking helpless you had been recently. Calling out for all these men to help you. This wasn’t who you were. What the fuck happened to you? When did you become so weak? “Yoongi?” You shouted through the hall, hoping that someone would come out, and if it not him they could direct you to him. A door opened. Funnily enough the room was at the same spot as yours, just on a different floor. 

“Y/n?” Yoongi was shirtless, a towel around his neck and his sweats still on. You ogled at the way his chains sat on his bare chest, and so badly wanted him to turn around so you could see his tattoos. “Everything okay?”

“Uh” You scratched the back of your neck nervously, “Sorry if this is unprofessional” Don’t be sorry. You’re a bad bitch. This shit doesn’t phase you. “I mean. I got fucking locked out. You mind if I crash at your place, I’m just really tired and I had a really long night, I can barely even--”

Yoongi nodded, slipping back into his apartment so fast you didn’t get a chance to see him turn around. You pouted, but followed him inside. 

He seemed to have gone to the bathroom. You carefully closed his door and looked around. His apartment was really nice. As expected, he had lots of awards on display, fancy speakers and expensive looking furniture. What was surprising to you was the lack of drugs. Jimin always had a mess of pills on his kitchen table, and you had assumed all music industry people were like that. You wondered if Yoongi used anything. He probably didn’t, considering how goddamn perfect he is.  

“You can sleep in my room if you want” Yoongi emerged, now clothed, again to your disappointment. He fiddled with a watch on his wrist. Hey that’s the same watch as-- “I need to step out for a bit. Make yourself at home” He gestured towards his bedroom door. You nodded, thanking him as you watched him grab his own keys and head out the door. 

Just as the door closed your phone began to ring. You hadn’t even realized you still had it. You should’ve just called Jungkook you dumbass. You regretted drinking as much as you had last night. Glancing at your phone, your heart skipped a beat seeing that it was Hobi calling.

“My god, are you okay?” You cried out, answering immediately.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at my apartment. What happened, are you guys okay?”

“Yes we’re fine. Namjoon got beat up pretty bad...no idea what that was about, but then Jungkook found us while he was out finishing a deal. Are you okay?" You gulped.

“Yeah I’m okay. I’m glad you both are safe. Are you going to report it to the police?”

You heard Hobi chuckle, “I don’t think that would be a good idea. It was probably Jimin or somebody involved in all that fight betting, gambling bullshit. I really need to knock some sense into Namjoon’s head and get him out of that scene” You sighed. You never wanted to go through anything like this ever again. It was probably best if you stayed away from Death Valley for good. 

“Y/n...I” Hobi inhaled sharply, “I wanted to say I’m sorry for ignoring you. I wont anymore okay. Life is too short for bullshit. Do you...wanna go out sometime? Like on a date?” You felt a warm hug envelop your heart as a smile spread across your lips. You giggled.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good.” You could hear his goofy smile somehow, “See you soon baby girl” You shut your phone off and make your way into Yoongi’s room. It was a stunning room--super high tech with LED strip lights and a huge mirror wall across the bed. You threw yourself onto the inviting mattress, burying your face in his soft pillows as you finally let the heavy weight of sleep take you over.

Hands trailed up your legs, grabbing at your bare ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Fuck” You heard you felt a slap to your skin. The hands gripped your waist, pulling you back. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulders as you realized your arms were spread wide out, handcuffed to something. A hand grabbed the back of your head and shoved it down into the pillow, muffling your breath. You tried to groan out as you felt a cock push inside you “Yoongi” You whined, “Yoongi I want more”

“You’re beautiful” You hear him say, making you smile internally while your face continued to get smushed further into the pillow. You choked out as he quickly began thrusting into you. 

“Fuck” You cried out as a pleasure unlike anything before hit you “More...please” You urged him on “Faster Yoongi....please go faster I need” You panted, barely able to breathe “I need you...please”

You woke up with a start, blinking as the early rays of the morning sun filtered through tinted windows. You sighed, feeling your pussy clench in defeat as your dream ended a bit too soon. You were in Yoongi’s bed, however you were tucked in, and you realized that you were wearing different clothes. His clothes. You looked around but Yoongi wasn’t there. Checking your phone, you see more missed calls from Namjoon along with a long array of texts that you knew youd have to read eventually. You crawled out of bed, looking at yourself in Yoongi’s large mirror wall. 

You walked out of his bedroom to see him sitting at his kitchen counter, typing away on his laptop with a Redbull and a bagel out by him. You noticed that he was wearing glasses, and that his hair was still messy from sleep. He regarded you as you entered the kitchen. 

“Sleep well?” He asked kindly. You nodded. “Would you like something to eat? You seemed pretty hungover. Better get some food into your system” He pushed the bagel towards you. You hadn’t realized it but you were starving. You ravished the bagel rapidly, not even caring that your boss was right in front of you. Or that you were literally in his house wearing his clothes. “Is everything okay Y/n? You seemed frazzled yesterday” You stared at him, mouth stuffed with food. 

“Um” You quickly swallowed, “I actually got kidnapped” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows with concern.

“Come again?”

“Yeah. Do you know Death Valley? I was there with” Should you tell him you were there with coworkers? Probably not “...Friends and we blacked out and someone literally kidnapped us. But luckily the cops found us”

“Cops?”

“Yeah. I didn’t get hurt or anything but it was just scary” Yoongi closed his laptop and stared at you.

“I’m...so sorry you had to go through that. Please, feel free to take the day off if you need to, that sounds really traumatic” You shook your head, but your heart glowed at how sweet he was. Behind that cold expression, you realized that he actually seemed like a really caring guy. 

“Thanks Yoongi, but I’m okay. I’m strong” You affirmed more to yourself than to him. Yoongi’s eyes flashed with amusement at your statement “I think I’ll head back to my place, I uh...can call a friend to let me in”

“Alright. Just take care of yourself okay?” You thanked him, before grabbing your things and heading out. 

Upon reaching your own apartment door you knocked again, hoping Jungkook made it home in one piece.

“Y/n, is that you?” You sighed with relief that you were finally going to be let inside. The door swung open.

“Thank God, I literally--” You froze. 

Standing in front of you was not Jungkook. 

No.

It was Taehyung. 

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[jeonggukookies]

the crown's kingdom || jjk

– summary: after rejecting many suitors, your mother chooses a husband for you, and her choice is none other than your worst nightmare: Jungkook, the prince heir of Aurum. How will you survive an arranged marriage with Jungkook, the one you hate the most?

– genre: royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au, prince!jungkook, queen!reader, arranged marriage - fluff/angst

– note: this is rewritten and reposted as i changed and added some NEW details regarding both oc and jungkook & loosely based on the history of mary stuart !! (i am so sorry)

– word count: 1.2K

The two countries, Caelestia and Luxuria, have been in conflict with each other for many generations now, with constant ongoing invasion battles and military campaigns, shedding hundreds of thousands of blood on each landmass. Being two border countries surrounded by the sea, both countries were hungry for the power, land, and wealth for it to be one.  

Tensions escalated even further after your father, the king, had been assassinated by a Luxuria anarchist. Luxuria soldiers saw this opportunity to put the Caelestia castle under siege, seeing this as their chance to finally take the country as their own. 

But what they didn’t know is that your mother, the Queen Consort, had given birth to his heir. 

The throne of Caelestia, was inherited by the daughter of King Constantine of Caelestia and Queen Consort Nylah, you, two days after you were born. 

During your childhood, your mother has been acting Queen Regent, taking care of all the responsibilities on your behalf since you’ve been crowned Queen. She wasn’t like most mothers, letting you live a privileged life, not wanting you to suffer through the hardships of royalty until you were of age. 

Despite spending most of your time with your many governesses and trying to play hide and seek in the castle with other noble children, the People of Luxuria still saw you as a threat. And by your seventh birthday, they were finally brave enough to send a message, that they still wanted your throne by seasoning your porridge with poison, intentionally killing your royal taster.  

With a failed assassination attempt, your mother sent you to the country of Aurum for your protection away from the Luxurians, hidden away from your own people across the sea. 

Not only were you the Queen of Caelestia, but because of your mother’s side, you were related to the Queen of Luxuria, meaning you could claim the Luxuria throne as yours if the Queen of Luxuria dies without a heir and if the people accept you.

Before marrying your father, she had been an Aurum noblewoman with land in Luxuria, and the Aurum court allowed you to be there for your safety and as a part of a small, meaningless alliance. 

Living at Aurum Court was almost the same as your own courts. The only difference was being with other Aurum royals. As a child, the Prince of Aurum had been a constant troublemaker, a reigning terror for his own people. He was known for cheekiness and confidence, getting out of tough situations with his charms and good looks. 

“Jungkook.” You forced a smile, entering the throne room after being suddenly summoned in the middle of the night. “What are you doing here?” 

He pointed in the direction in front of him, and there was his parents, the King and Queen consort of Aurum on their respective thrones with your mother standing next to his mother.

Your jaw dropped, not expecting her to be standing in front of you. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen her in person. The last few years, you’ve only been corresponding with letters to her. “What are you doing here?” 

“That’s no way to greet your mother.” She came forward to give you a quick hug and then returned back to her original position. “The Luxuria troops are getting stronger at the border.”

“And I’m sorry, how does this matter revolve around me and my country?” Jungkook asked. 

You rolled your eyes at Jungkook’s comment. As children, your personality always clashed with Jungkook. The two of you always tried to avoid each other at all costs.

Although you and Jungkook were raised together in the castle, experiencing the same exact royal lessons of courtesy, ballroom dancing and diplomacy, you never once could get along with Jungkook, turning everything with him into an argument or competition whether it was for academic endeavors or favoring the people of

the court.

“I took a risk coming here as Luxuria has barely allowed travel between our two countries,” she said. “I came here to finalize the alliance, that the two of you would wed.” 

Jungkook sighed. “It happened, didn’t it?” 

“What happened?” You asked, not understanding the context. “Hasn’t Jungkook been engaged with Princess Comet of Cometes since they were six?”

“The King legitimized his first-born and mistress’s son,” his mother explained.

Your heart dropped upon hearing the news. “She is no longer the Princess of Cometes?”

“I am afraid not, but good news, Jungkook, you have a new bride,” your mother announced. 

“This can’t be,” you insisted. “Surely, there’s someone else.” 

“My child, you will marry our son and make him the king of two countries, and then later put your claim on Luxuria once the queen dies. There, you two will have three countries,” the King said. 

But you never once wanted to rule Luxuria.  

“We have given you protection and will continue to do so for this alliance.” 

“But we cannot be wed,” Jungkook argued. 

“You will especially since you’ve scared all the other suitors away,” your mother said. 

You were fiercely known for your independence and stubbornness, always speaking your mind. Your honesty and independency allowed you to earn your title as the Ice Queen, but that was all because of Jungkook. 

Through the game of telephone and writing secretive notes around the castle, the whole castle knew how you rejected possibly the best suitor for love, Kim Namjoon. He would have given up his country for you, and everyone knew it. 

At the time you were thirteen, still lacking tact, you met with Namjoon in the library and told him that giving up his own country for someone was foolish and idiotic. And Jungkook, hiding behind the curtains of that room, ran with it, spreading the word that you broke Namjoon’s heart, needing more than him and his country as a power hungry queen. 

Kim Namjoon’s heart wasn’t the only one you broke. Prominent and wealthy families from neighboring realms had sent their sons to court you, yet their efforts left you unimpressed and unmoved. 

As the years went on, there were less and less potential suitors. No one wanted their son to marry someone who was an intimidating person, and no one especially wanted a queen that could not be controlled. 

“It’s time for this childhood rivalry of yours to end.” 

“Mother, you know he’s the reason why suitors are afraid of me.”

“Get over it,” Jungkook gritted through his teeth. 

“How dare he disrespect me as a queen?”

“He was thirteen.” Your mother groaned. “You will marry Jungkook for your people, for your country.” 

You stepped forward, distancing yourself away so no one could hear what you were about to say. “And you and I know he will not love me.”

As fortunate as your life was, there was still a burden to bear, a burden even heavier as a royal. You still sought for an union to secure your financial and political status in society. Despite being a queen and having almost everything you want, the one thing you want the most is the one thing you knew you couldn't have: love.

She sighed. “And we both know love does not matter for people like us.” 

“But did thou not love my father and he thee?” Despite his death, the story of your father and his legacy lives on, including his love story with your mother. 

“Indeed, we loved each other truly,” she said. “But stories like his and mine happen once in a lifetime. Perhaps, the promise of love and the future of reconciliation can come.” 

Taking a look over your shoulder. You see Jungkook smirking. “Well Ice Queen looks like we need each other after all.”

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thank you for reading the prologue for this new series :) i am very excited! please let me know if you need more context or visuals of some things were confusing.

[filmflowersbangtan]

Perpetual Summer

childhood friends to lovers

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst | fluff 

summary: Growing up scares the both of you. Falling in love is scarier. You don’t want to do either. 

a/n: Hi, guys! Long time, no see! This is a little snippet from something that I have been working on. I hope you like and sorry for the wait. Love you all!

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The shrill of cicadas in the distance. The gentle rustling of the leaves in the trees that lined the side of the road. The ticking of bike wheels as you zoomed down the street. This was what you had been waiting on all year. These were the conspicuous sounds of summer. And with summer came Jeon Jungkook.

Every year ever since you could remember, Jeon Jungkook would come to this little beach town to visit his grandparents. You met him when he was five and you were six at the bustling market in the heart of town. Summer always brought a wave of tourists, and they were swarming the narrow walkways of the market, weaving between the kiosks with their expensive cameras, cargo shorts, and open-toed shoes. 

Little Jungkook lost his grandfather in the crowd, and you were the only one who noticed. Walking around the market alone was a habit of yours even at that age. Your parents rarely worried because they knew how strikingly independent you were and that you always knew your way back to them. Jungkook’s grandfather was well-known in the town since he was a cherry farmer – and cherries were a big part of the town’s culture and economy – and you returned Jungkook to the cherry stand that he wandered from, holding his hand that was sticky with sweat and cherry residue.

“What’s your name?” he asked you. You noticed that he had a large band-aid plastered on his right knee. Later, you would quickly learn that the sole reason why his grandparents kept a first-aid kit was for their clumsy grandson’s summer visits.

“Y/N. What’s yours?” You already knew his name because his grandmother was friends with your mom and the older woman talked about him all the time.

“Jungkook.” The redness in his face was slowly dissipating now that he was back at his grandfather’s side.

“Do you want to play with me?”

His eyes were already large, but they doubled in size. You could tell that he didn’t talk much, but you thought that he was kind of adorable and wanted to see more of him. “Um, okay,” he said.

And that was the start of your friendship.

Now, you biked as fast as you could down the street from school, skillfully weaving through the crowd as you passed through the market and never slowing down until you reached the outskirts where the Jeon cherry farm was. School in the city dismissed for summer a week earlier and Jungkook arrived three days ago. It was torturous to know that he was here but not be able to see him until your school released for the year. You had been restless all day, chewing on the eraser of your pencil and watching the clock, bouncing your leg and unable to focus on the summer readings that Mrs. Kim was assigning. As soon as the bell rang, you snatched your backpack and rushed out to where you had your bike locked at the back of the school.

As you biked like a maniac, still in your uniform, the only thing on your mind was your best friend.

He was already outside, sitting on the porch with his feet up on the railing, drinking a cold glass of cherry lemonade. You were meters away, but a smile still broke out on your face. “Jeon Jungkook!” you shouted, huffing your way up the hill.

He stood up and shielded his eyes from the sun with a hand, squinting out at you. “Y/N?”

You didn’t bother coming to a complete stop before you were leaping off the bike. Jungkook rushed down the porch steps, his arms open and expecting a hug. He didn’t think you were going to tackle him until you did.

“Jeez,” he said, rubbing the back of his head and getting up from the ground. “I didn’t think you missed me that much.”

There were grass stains on your skirt now, but you didn’t care. Jeon Jungkook was back.

“I don’t. I just got carried away,” you said nonchalantly, picking at blades of grass that were stuck to your knees. But the way your heart was beating said otherwise. It was probably just from the exertion of biking.

He reached out for your hand and pulled you up, mumbling, “You’re wearing a skirt, act like it.”

You stood up, clapping your hands to get the dirt off your palms, but when you glanced up to get a look at him, you frowned and said, “What the hell. Who are you?”

The boy standing before you was Jungkook, but not. He was a replica of the boy that you ran around with last summer, but everything was different. This new Jungkook was taller, broader. His arms were veiny and thick like ropes, and he was several inches taller than you.

For a long time, you and Jungkook were the same size and height. You had the body of a twelve-year-old boy for years, arms and legs like sticks and non-existent breasts. While Jungkook was away becoming whoever that was standing before you now, you were still wearing his hand-me-down clothes. You could still fit sixteen-year-old Jungkook’s soft, worn-out jeans. You couldn’t imagine fitting any of the new, seventeen-year-old Jungkook’s pants. His thighs were already bursting in the shorts he was wearing. It was like he left at the end of the summer last year and returned wearing a brand-new body. Like he shed his old skin and pulled on a new one. He even had a helix piercing in his ear, something your parents would never allow you to have as long as you lived under their roof.

A weird jealousy pricked at you. Him coming back looking like a man with a trendy ear piercing while you still looked like you was a little unfair. Like he was growing up without you.

Jungkook smiled as you frowned, and he did a dramatic 360 degree turn. “You like?”

“Ew, no way. You look like a gross comic book character.”

“I guess that’s the closest thing to a compliment that I’ll get from you.” He hooked his thumbs into the front pockets of his shorts. His skin was already golden with a tan. “Do you want to come inside? Gran made some lemonade.”

As if on cue, his grandmother poked her head out from behind the screen door. A smile spread across his face, easy and smooth like butter. “Y/N! I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away for very long. Come in!”

The house was decades old. It had been in Jungkook’s family for generations, but his father broke the mold and decided to venture off to the city for college instead of staying behind to inherit the cherry farm. This must’ve broken Jungkook’s grandfather’s heart, but he hid it well with his constant upkeep of the place. He was on a ladder now, hammering away at the siding of the house. He waved amiably when Jungkook shouted over the banging that you were here.

Everything in and on the house creaked or groaned or whined. The porch steps when you and Jungkook made your way up it, the screen door when his grandmother held it open for you, the wooden floors in the kitchen. The house was always undeniably clean, and the smell of cherries and honey hovered on everything. If you stayed for too long, the smell would stick to your clothes. Little crystal trinkets lined the windowsills in the kitchen, so when the sunlight hit them just right, tiny rainbows sparkled along the walls.

Gran was pouring you a cold glass of cherry lemonade, the corners of her mouth turned up in a perpetual smile. “Our Jungkookie has grown well, hasn’t he?”

For some reason, your ears grew hot. You rubbed the back of your warm neck. You could feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. “I wouldn’t say that he grew well, but he grew.”

Gran giggled and handed you the glass. “What’s the adventure for today, kids?”

You gulped down the chilled drink. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were.

“We’ll go wherever the wind takes us,” Jungkook said easily, just like a boy from the city would.  

You gasped for air after draining your glass in one breath. Cherry lemonade could start world peace.

For a while, you and Jungkook lingered on the front porch, your feet up with cool condensation running down the sides of your glasses, listening to his grandfather fight with the loose siding of the old house and the wind run its refreshing fingers through the dozens of trees that made up a majority of your town. Easy conversation made its way between the both of you while the windchimes hanging above tinkled pleasantly. He was catching you up about life and school in the city, and he listened to you lament about how senior year at the local high school was equal parts grueling and mind-numbing. At one point you were nervous that this new Jungkook was more content with sitting on the porch and talking rather than going out and adventure until he said, “Enough sitting here like a couple of old birds, you wanna go out and do something?”

With a smile, you nodded.

Gran waved the both of you off with a wicker basket of fruit and “something special” to send you off on your adventure. You hooked the basket on one handlebar of your bike, and Jungkook hopped on his own bike and then the both of you were speeding down the hill the led to the road. You stuck your legs out and hollered out in glee as gravity pulled your bike at stomach-flipping speed, and for a second you were genuinely afraid that once you hit the bottom, you would be tossed off (it happened once or twice before), but then your tires hit the road and you exhaled in relief. Jungkook was pedaling in front of you, and the wind tossed his laughter behind him.

Summer was your favorite time of year without a doubt.

[kimseoksjin]

yoonjin | 12k | fluff + pining

“Food is a love language, you know,” Seokjin says one day as he’s cooking together with Yoongi.

“Sure.”

“No, it is!”

“What are you trying to say?” Yoongi chuckles. “That you’re attempting to seduce me?”

A half-beat of silence, then Seokjin replies, “I’m saying that we’re on good terms solely because I started forcing you to eat breakfast.”

(or: Yoongi and Seokjin fall in love over a multitude of mornings.)

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[triptaech]

spaces in between (m)

Pairing: Fratboy!Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: When you were maddeningly in love with your best friend/fuck buddy, bringing him as a date to a wedding was probably not the best idea.

Genre/Count: Smut & Fluff [ NC-17 ]   |   11.7k words

Note: alkewrjaer so excited to finally post this after sitting in my drafts for years. meet m’boy fuccboi!hoseok.

It was never a good idea and you should’ve stopped it from the first time, or the first week, the first month, before it went too far. But you didn’t. You were sucked into his world and him into yours. Although your lives were entangled from the very beginning, it was never meant to go this far.

Hoseok pushed himself into you again, feeling the tightness wrapping snugly around him as he released a low groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, always so good.” He buried his face in your neck as you twisted your fingers into the soft strands of his chocolate locks. He growled and thrusted into you over and over, bringing you to the edge. “Babe, shit. Goddamn, you’re so tight. Pussy always so good for me. Only for me.” He jerked his hips particularly hard, hitting that delicious spot inside of you. “Tell me.”

“Only for you,” you echoed in a gasp, head thrown back as your body arched off the bed. His mouth captured one of your peaks. The heat a contrast against the cool of his room. His abs, defined and beautiful, were layered by a sheen layer of sweat as he pounded into you. Moans tumbled from both your lips, swallowed by his mouth covering yours.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, nipping his way down your jaw and your neck. He knew you hated it when he marked you, hated it because everyone could see. What he didn’t know was that you mostly hated it because it made things more real than it actually was. A whine left your lips as he continued to print shades of blue onto the canvas of your skin. “I’m so close, babe, come with me.”

And you would. You always did, after all. Your fingers found purchase on his broad shoulders as he moved faster, pushing into you deeper and harder. The tension coiled in your stomach as the electricity coursed through your veins and straight to the space between your thighs, space filled by, and only by, Hoseok. The orgasm wracked shudders in your body as you let out a cry, the same time Hoseok groaned into your neck. Heavy breaths heaved your chest as Hoseok pulled out with a small grunt and slumped onto the space next to you.

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes. The deafening emptiness drawing your fears forward. It always happened. No matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him, you’ve regretted every single one. The two of you were stuck in this limbo with too many questions and not a single answer.

Answers you sought and answers he couldn’t give.

With a heavy heart and an even heavier mind, you pushed yourself off the bed. The coolness of the room finally kissed your skin for the first time that night as the effects of the alcohol and the high of his presence wore off. You shivered as you tugged on your shirt, stopping when Hoseok pulled at the hem. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” You continued to button the blouse, fixating your gaze on the frame on his bedside table in attempt to keep your eyes off of him. If you looked back even once, you knew you wouldn’t leave. And that would only worsen things for you and for him.

“You can stay, you know. It’s late.” Hoseok shifted on the bed, sheets rustling underneath his frame. His demanding presence was gone, replaced by a softer voice, a softer touch. Your fuck buddy was gone, replaced by your best friend. “I don’t want you walking home alone.”

“I’ll call a cab or something.” You stood up and picked up whatever was left of your clothes that had been strewn around the room in the heat of the moment.

He sighed, “Stay.”

“I can’t.”

Your name rolled off his tongue, sweet enough to send tingles down your spine, which you pinned down on the post-orgasm feeling. On instinct, you turned around to face him. He was there in all his beauty. Hoseok was beautiful. There was no other word to describe him. With the strongest features on his face, from his chocolate eyes to the adorable curve of his lips, he was admired by everyone. Looks wise and personality wise, because everyone knew how wonderful of a person he was too.

“Can’t or won’t?”

Your lips thinned into a line. “Both.”

“Please,” worry knitted in his brows. “It’ll make me feel better.”

“But it won’t make me feel better.” You insisted, pulling on your shorts and grabbing your bag from the chair. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hoseok.”

“Wait,” he halted you in your tracks. You turned around only to have yourself shoved into an oversized hoodie. You blinked up at him. “It’s cold out.” He murmured. “I don’t want you freezing to death.”

Of course. Tears pricked at your eyes but you held them back because it wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t matter. He was never going to ask you to stay for him. He was never going to tell you the words you’ve been waiting for for years. You just nodded, muttering your thanks and slipping away from the quietness that suffocated you into the crowd that eased your heart a little, distracted it from the pain that awaited you outside those doors.

The walk home felt endless. Worries and fears plagued your thoughts, weighed heavy in your heart. You shivered, not from the cold, but from the regret as you bit down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He didn’t know. It wasn’t his fault. God, you wished you weren’t so weak to his advances, wouldn’t so easily fall putty in his hands.

The last time, you told yourself. This was going to be the last time.

Then again, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself the past hundred times.

Being in love with your best friend wasn’t easy, especially since he never thought of you as nothing more. It was cliché really. Growing up with Hoseok, you saw him mature from the timid, short boy who was all too obsessed with power rangers, who cried too much, into the man who blossomed into the president of his fraternity with his contagious laughter and passion for dance. Hoseok had transformed beautifully before your eyes. From the first day, you’ve been proud of every step he’s taken, every change he’s had to improve himself.

You were there with him every step of the way. When he was struggling with his courses, you offered a helping hand and pulled him out of his stump. When his self-esteem dropped particularly low, you’d be there ready to carry him forward with a tub of his favorite ice cream and reruns of romantic comedies he loved. Despite it, Hoseok never turned your way. You were his best friend, practically his sister. And you understood that because Hoseok was practically your brother.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?” Mina poked your cheek, dragging you away from your thoughts.

“No,” you chewed on your straw, fingers reaching for her fries again.

“That’s a lie. Your lips went down. The corners. Did you guys fuck again last night?” Mina was too crass for her own good sometimes, and she realized that when she noticed the glare you threw her way. “Sorry, just checking.”

“Yes, we did. And I hate myself for it.” You dropped your head to the table, tempted to bang your head against it to knock some sense into yourself.

She patted your head thoughtfully, “I’d urge you to stop doing this to yourself but you already know that.”

“I just—” You wanted to scream, muffling your annoyance with your hand. “God, why can’t I control myself around him? I need to be put on a leash.”

“Damn, I knew you were a masochist, but didn’t know you were into that kind of roleplay too.” She teased, seeming too happy with your suffering. “Kidding,” she grinned. “But honestly though, I mean, in your defense, it’s really hard to resist him. He’s good-looking, sweet, funny—”

“I get it,” you snapped, turning to face the table again.

A sudden weight on your back had you attempting to turn around but Hoseok’s voice had you blushing instead. “What’s her problem?”

“Too tired, I guess. Hectic night from what I’ve heard.” Mina smirked down at you and you swore on your life then that you’d strangle her to death right then and there.

Hoseok peeked around you to meet your eyes. “Yeah? That so? What were you doing?” The playful smile dancing on his lips was enough to have you swinging your fist at him. He laughed and ducked from your attack. “I’m just kidding, kiddo.” He ruffled your hair, earning another scowl from you. He plopped down next to you, leaning close and placing his head on your shoulder as he scrolled through his phone. “Seriously though, did you get home okay?”

The teasing was gone and all that was left was concern in his voice. You felt your heart seize a little at his worry. “I’m fine.” You sighed, popping another fry into your mouth. Mina gave a small wave and escaped quietly before you could yank her back.

“You feeling okay?” Hoseok whispered, phone down on the table then as he slipped an arm around your waist. Physical contact wasn’t surprising with Hoseok. He was always touchy, particularly touchy with you because he’s known you for years, but it still didn’t stop the racing of your heart.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, hand reaching up instinctively to thread through his messy hair. He hummed happily and snuggled closer. “How’d the party end?”

“Jeongguk nearly broke an arm, Jimin stabbed Taehyung with a dart. Aside from those brats, it ended just fine. We got the pledges to clean up.”

“Okay,” you said.

“You’re quiet today, you sure you’re okay?” Of course Hoseok noticed. He always did. Sometimes, you hated how sensitive he was to shifts in people’s emotions. He pulled back slightly to look you dead in the eyes.

You pressed your lips together but nodded, “I’m really fine.”

“You’re not coming down with something, are you?” Then he blinked, his eyes darkening as his brows puckered into a frown. “Did I go too hard last night? Are you hurt? Fuck, I’m—”

You giggled, shoving him lightly. “You’re way too confident in your skills. You weren’t that good.”

He clutched his chest and pouted, “That hurts. My skills in bed are the only thing I have ten out of ten confidence in.”

“Start building up your other skills then because that one’s pretty bad.” You shrugged.

Hooking an arm around your neck, he chuckled and tousled up your hair again. “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

“I know I am.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

His eyes searched your face again before the corners of his lips tipped up, “That’s my girl. That’s the smile I was looking for.”

The realization dawned on you and the warmth crept up on your cheeks as you ducked your head again, focusing on your food instead. “Shut up,” you muttered weakly.

God, you were so whipped.

The following weeks went by uneventfully. You went to classes, passed your exams (some barely above the average), spent enough time wasting away your life with your friends. Your usual college routine. Of course, the routine never excluded Hoseok who managed to slip and slide his way into the gaps in your life. Whenever you had a bit of free time, the two of you would either sidle up next to each other in the library, cramming for quizzes, or catch up on life over cups of steaming coffee in the little shop near your place.

It’s probably worth noting that the sex didn’t stop either. Because there you were again, with a million regrets flying freely in your brain, as you laid down next to Hoseok. His blanket was pulled up to your chest, your lungs working extra hard to get some oxygen in you after Hoseok gave you another incredible night. He turned over to his side, arm sliding around your naked waist as he pressed his toned front flush against your skin. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he found himself nibbling lightly on your skin, earning adorable squirms from you. “Good? You okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” You cleared your throat. Quickly untangling yourself from him, you moved to grab your clothes, unaware of Hoseok frowning behind you.

It was then that your phone chose to break the awkward silence, blaring out a ringtone that your cousin, Yerin, had set for you years ago. News had traveled down the grapevine and from the lady herself that she was getting married in two weeks after an extended engagement period of a year and a half with her lovely fiancé. She had called you up a month ago or so, letting you know that you’d be one of the bridesmaids for her wedding. “Yerin, hey.”

You stumbled around in the dark, jumping into your jeans as you trapped the phone between your shoulder and ear. Hoseok tossed your bra over to you, which you caught easily and hooked around your body. “____! So glad you picked up, holy shit.”

“I don’t think the bride should be cursing weeks before her wedding, might be bad luck.”

“You’re so funny,” she drawled sarcastically. “I have bad news.”

“Oh God, did the dressmaker sew your dress in ivory instead of off-white?” You fake-gasped, laughing when she snapped at you again to “shut your mouth, it’s freaking diamond white.” You just couldn’t resist teasing her perfectionist nature. “What’s going on?”

“You know that you’re supposed to walk down the aisle with a guy right for my wedding?”

“Mhm, you said you were going to set me up with one of your friends or something.”

Hoseok tilted his head curiously at you as he shrugged on his own shorts.

“Yeah, so bad news. He tripped or something playing basketball and sprained his ankle so he’s basically incapacitated for the next month or so. My wedding is in two weeks. Two weeks, ____.”

“Okay, do you not have other friends?”

“Do you think you have your own date you can bring? I just need an even number and it’ll be so, so great if you do. I’d really appreciate it, even more so if the guy is good enough to do manual labor.”

“Yerin! How can you afford to be so picky at this time?”

“Okay, I’m kidding.” Pause. “But not really. Only about the labor thing. Jihan is gone, he’s going to be wobbling around with crutches and I’m just panicking because his suit is ready and it’s custom for the event and, oh God, I’m going to throw up.”

“Yerin, calm down. Calm down. It’ll be fine, I’ll figure something out.”

“So you’ll find yourself a 5’8” dude who’ll fit in with the rest of the really hot groomsmen?”

“Yerin!”

“Kidding!” She laughed. “Honestly though. I just—oh, oh God. What about Hoseok? He’s perfect! You still talk to him right, please tell me you do.”

Of course, it just so happened that Hoseok was standing right there next to you as you attempted to dress yourself. Key word: attempted, because Hoseok’s grabby hands were sliding down your body, tugging you towards the bed to convince you to stay the night.

“Your cousin?” He mouthed.

You just nodded, prying his fingers off your skin and shifting away from him. “Look, I don’t think he would even want to—why would he waste his time—”

“Please,” Yerin muttered. You could already see her cocking her hip and scowling on the other end of the line. “That boy would do a hundred backflips through rings of fire for you. He can come to a wedding as your date.”

“I am an independent woman,” you scoffed. Hoseok snorted.

“Please just ask him.”

“Yerin, he’s not going to be interested okay. He’s already busy with frat and dance, he doesn’t need more on his plate, especially not during spring break.” Obviously, the mention of Hoseok’s two main activities had him perking up, his eyebrow raised questioningly at you.

“But—”

You gritted your teeth, “No buts. I’ll figure something out. Worry about your dresses and the rest of the wedding instead.”

Once you hung up and shoved your phone in your pocket, Hoseok asked, “What was that all about?”

“Just Yerin, she said I needed a date to go to her wedding because her friend sprained his ankle.”

“Oh.”

You shrugged, “I’ll probably ask Jimin or something. That boy can charm the pants off anyone and is always down for free food.”

He frowned. Maybe he had gotten it wrong. Maybe Jimin was who you were talking about for dance and frat. “Never knew you were interested in Jimin.”

“Not like that, he’s just a nice guy. He’d probably be down to help.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Spring break.” Hoseok just grinned and you snapped at him, “What?”

“He’s going home that weekend.”

“Fuck.”

“I mean, uh,” he cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind then I can help you out, be your date and all.” You blinked at him. “As friends, you know, it’ll be fun. I’ve met most of your family anyway and Yerin knows me.”

“Right. As friends.” You echoed dumbly. You should’ve gotten a degree in theater instead considering the number of times you’ve had to act like Hoseok’s words didn’t stab you in the gut. “Um, it’s fine. I don’t want to intrude on your time—”

“Please, you can always ask me for favors. I’m more than happy to help. Plus, Yerin likes me, doesn’t she? She’ll trust me more since she’s met me.”

You nibble on his bottom lip, knowing that he’s made plenty of good points to deem him worthy to go to the wedding as your date.

“Come on, what have you got to lose?”

Your heart.

You sighed, “Okay, yeah, that’ll be great.”

The wedding was supposed to be set in Jeju because Yerin had wanted the perfect paradise-like wedding. She’d get married at the chapel and the reception would be held near the beach at the big lawn of the hotel that she had booked.

Yerin had told you that she had been working all weekend to ensure that everything went as planned. Knowing her, she probably took over the wedding planner’s job and did everything herself. You weren’t surprised to find her scurrying around the big hall, yelling at people to position things properly and “for God’s sake, you can’t put lavenders there!”

The wedding hall was absolutely breathtaking. Gold and champagne streamers lined the walls as vases of lilies were propped up neatly across the floor. Tables were set with bronze chairs, cloaked in white with utensils placed perfectly on top. The middle of the hall had been purposely left empty as a dance floor or the supposed stage while the tables were arranged surrounding it. One wall was made with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pool, garden, and beach outside.

Truly was paradise.

Yerin who spotted you instantly quickly hurried over, pulling you in for a hug. “Oh my God, you’re here! Bless. I was worried sick.”

“You need to calm down, Yerin.” You laughed. “But congratulations, girl, this looks amazing.”

“Thank you. You wouldn’t believe the shit I had to put up with.” She huffed, then turned her gaze to Hoseok, her entire face lighting up as she embraced him too. “Hoseok, it’s been way too long. You did get hotter, wow.”

Hoseok only laughed, “Good to see you too, bride-to-be. Hope you’re not balding over all the stress.”

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. “I’ve been dying over everything and freaking Taewon is out with his buddies jet skiing right now. I’m about to whoop his ass.”

“Well, if you ever need an extra hand, I’ll be around.”

Yerin thanked him profusely, discreetly shooting you a wink that was more than enough to say I told you so. “Okay, I’ll get you to the reception and get them to take you to both your rooms. Today is a chill day so take the time to enjoy the hotel and the pool a little. Everything is taken care of so don’t worry your pretty little heads about using the amenities.”

You ended up rooming with Yerin’s friend, Minji, who was nearly as loud as Yerin, but half as stressed about the entire thing. “You know Yerin, always fussing over the little things.”

“Typical,” you shook your head. “Who’s your date for the wedding?”

“My boyfriend,” she grinned, teeth blinding. “I dragged him all the way here and he’s just… great. I love him.”

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

“Was that your boyfriend too? I saw him come into my guy’s room. I guess they’re roommates.”

You blushed, shaking your head and coughing. “No, no. He’s my best friend, we’ve been attached at the hip for forever.”

“Mhm, I’m sure.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “He’s cute.”

“That he is,” you murmured.

Hoseok and you ended up exploring the island a little, visiting tourist destinations for the rest of the day and relaxing at the beach’s bar with enough alcohol to get you through the day. For a little while, it slipped your mind that you were here for your cousin’s wedding, that you weren’t actually there for a vacation with Hoseok. That was why when Yerin announced the rehearsal dinner schedule for the next day, reality sank in far too fast and far too bitterly.

Under Yerin’s command, everyone moved perfectly like gears in a well-oiled machine. The master of ceremony was hilarious, Yerin’s old friend, but also kept things appropriate for the adults. Her bridesmaids were adorable and sweet. The groomsmen, admittedly, were all incredibly good-looking. Including Hoseok who looked too delectable in his black suit.

After the formal part was over, dinner was served and all that was left was for you to mingle with your family, talk to some cousins, answer prying questions from aunts and uncles who hadn’t seen you in years. Hoseok had blended in smoothly too with the rest of your family, his smile winning over relatives old and young. The kids absolutely adored him.

You couldn’t help your gaze from wandering over to him the entire night, watching how well he interacted with your family and how easily he fitted himself into the space he didn’t even belong in. And that was what hurt the most, knowing that your fantasies and imagination weren’t real, that Hoseok really was just a friend and that he was here as a favor to you.

Yerin slipped into the empty seat next to you, picking up a glass of champagne and sipping it. “Why are you being a bummer?”

Pouting, you said, “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve been looking at Hoseok with puppy dog eyes for the past three hours and you haven’t taken your eyes off his ass—oh my God, you guys fucked didn’t you?”

“Yerin!”

“Oh my God,” she gasped, slamming her hand down on the table with a giggle. So, she was a little tipsy. “You guys did. Oh my God, this is precious. Wait, tell me, is he as good as he seems then? Boy looks like he packs in a lot in those pants.” She licked her lips.

“YERIN.”

“Details,” she whined. “Let me live vicariously through you. Is he putting those dancer hips to good use? What about the abs? Tell me you’ve licked them at least.”

You groaned into your hands, wondering how the hell you ended up in this mess.

“Come on, you can’t keep this from me.”

“Yes, yes, okay, we’ve fucked.” You hissed quietly at her. Hoseok threw curious glances your way as he tried to balance his focus between you and his conversation partner. You winced and turned to her again. “It’s been going on for a while. We were drunk the first time but it kept happening and we just let it happen.”

“So fuck buddies? Never thought it’d turn out like that.”

“Yeah, sort of. But—God—I’m so in love with him, which is the worst part. And he doesn’t even fucking know. The least he could do is be an asshole and treat me like a casual hookup, but no, he has to be sweet. Oh God.”

“That boy doesn’t have an asshole bone in his body. He’s all sweet raspberry tarts and the crèmè de la crèmè.”

“He is, he really is.”

She grinned, poking your cheek. ��You’re so whipped.”

“Yes, I am.”

That same night, you were fresh out of the shower when a knock came at the door. The clock showed that it was well past midnight so you wondered who that was. Hoseok stood there in the doorway, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You raised an eyebrow. “I got sexiled from my room. They’re really going at it.”

As if on cue, there was a thump then a shriek.

You laughed, opening the door further for him. “Alright, come in.”

He looked around the room, before turning around to face you. “Wait, you only have one bed?”

“Yeah, Minji and I have been sharing.” You shrugged, drying your hair with your towel.

“Uh, do you want me to sleep on the couch then?”

Oh. You blinked. You didn’t think that far ahead. Everyone had a long day ahead of them the next day with the trip downtown for shopping and the bachelorette and bachelor party. “No, it’s fine. We’re going to need to be well-rested and we’ve slept together before.”

He smirked.

“Fucking pervert,” you scowled.

“You started it.”

“Are you ten?”

“Out of ten, you’re right.” He snapped his fingers, shooting finger guns at you and cackling at his own joke.

How were you in love with this man? “Oh my God, shut up.”

“I mean, if you’re suggesting something.” He smiled, moving closer and slipping his arms around your waist and backing you up towards the bed.

You sputtered, a pretty pink blush across your cheeks. “I wasn’t!”

“We don’t have to.” He teased, knowing full well that you were already caving into him when his thumb rubbed circles on the bare skin of your waist.

Pause. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

“Good answer,” he whispered, leaning close to touch his lips to yours. Things were slower and softer this time. Hoseok took his time to lay you down on the bed, stripping you off your clothes and yanking off his own shirt. He whispered kisses down your neck, in the valleys of your breast as he sucked on one of the peaks and his fingers fondled the other. His mouth continued to travel south, warmth leaving a trail of fire as he parted your legs and buried his face in between.

His tongue did wonders on you, slipping in and out and slicking you up just right. His fingers, long and thick, pushed inside you, earning muffled whines as you tried to silence yourself into the sheets. His teeth grazed your clit, nibbling on the sensitive nub as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a consistent pace.

“Fuck, baby, you’re always so wet for me.” He hummed happily. “I saw one of the maids walk by with a cute outfit and all I could think about was you losing that dare for Halloween and dressing up as the sexiest maid I’ve ever fucking seen in my entire life.”

“Hoseok,” you whimpered. It was hard to forget that night. It certainly wasn’t the first, but it had been one of the most memorable. He had bent you over the sink in the bathroom as the frat’s annual Halloween party went on downstairs. He told you to call him master and beg for him to fuck you. You had complied all too easily and ended up with one of the best orgasms of your life. “Fuck me please.”

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned, sliding up the bed and snatching a condom from his wallet. It didn’t take him long to prepare himself, pushing your legs up and over his shoulders, your ass lifted off the sheets held by his strong hands. He pushed himself inside of you slowly as his eyes watched your reaction, every shift of muscle on your face, carefully. “Fuck, baby, just like that. You feel so good and tight, always around me so perfectly, babe.”

“Harder,” you moaned when he finally started his rhythm, his hips shifting as he thrusted into you and pounded you harder and faster. Soon enough, his grunts and your groans bounced off the walls, your desperate pants and his filthy words only emphasizing the pleasure that filled the both of you.

After you came the first time, Hoseok went on to switch around your position. You ended up coming multiple times that night, before falling into deep sleep with his lips pressed to your head and a promise of sweet dreams.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains the next morning, waking you up gently as your hand reached out across the mattress only to find cold sheets. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach as you scrambled up, eyes scanning the room for his clothes to find them neatly draped over the desk chair.

Hoseok stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, and you couldn’t help yourself from appreciating the defined lines of his lean body.

“Like what you see?” He chuckled. You blushed, looking away instead to the gorgeous early morning view outside. The bed sank as he sat down on the edge, brushing away the tangled strands of hair from your face. “You good?”

He always asked that. Always. More than a handful of times you wished you could tell him that you felt like shit every time this happened. But it wasn’t his fault and it wouldn’t be fair to him. Last night had been different, you could feel it. Neither of you were intoxicated, not in the least. Did it change things? Maybe so, but you weren’t about to bring it up if it meant that it would push the two of you to take a bad turn in this clusterfuck.

“Y-Yeah, just a bit sore.”

He laughed, “That’s good to hear.” He kissed your forehead again, his touch leaving tingles snaking down your spine. Every part of you warmed at the feeling. “Go get ready,” he urged. “I think I can already hear Yerin banging on everyone’s—”

BANG. BANG. “Get your asses in gear!”

“And there she is.”

The weather was friendly that day. Warmth kissed your skin as a few of you walked down a street lined with shops and vendors. Minji and Yerin were chattering away behind you while you watched Hoseok walk a few steps ahead, one of your baby cousins on his shoulders giggling away. Adorable.

“So,” Yerin started. You completely missed them coming up to you, too entranced by the sight of Hoseok’s back and arms in that loose sleeveless top. “I heard you had a little fun last night.”

You blanched, “What?”

Minji grinned, pinching your cheek. “If you can hear me, I sure as hell can hear you. Goddamn, it sounded like he was giving you the best orgasm of your life.”

“Minji,” you groaned. “Please.”

“See it was like that, but more intense and for Hoseok.”

You slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting over to Hoseok and hoping that he hadn’t heard that.

“Well, is it true?” Yerin pressed.

“What is?”

“Was it the best orgasm of your life?”

“I’m done with this conversation.”

Night fell upon the island soon enough, cloaking the streets in darkness. Lamps flickered on to provide illumination for tourists and locals wandering around the city. The groomsmen had separated an hour or two ago, Taewon announcing that it was officially the last night of singledom, to which Yerin had scowled at.

“Nice to know you’re excited.”

“The last night of being single, the last night before I spend the rest of my life a happy man with the most wonderful lady in the whole world.”

Hoseok had had his arm around you, his fingers tightening around your shoulders, as you smiled at the sight. Yerin and Taewon were adorable, nobody could deny. His crazy matched up to hers. They were perfect. You could only dream of finding a relationship as incredible as theirs.

Meanwhile, Hoseok had bid you farewell with a kiss to the forehead and a stern warning to give him a call if anything happened. You just waved him off, “We’ll be fine. We’re just going to have a few drinks and probably crash because Yerin doesn’t want to be exhausted.”

“Good, don’t get with too many guys.” He winked one last time before jogging after the rest of them.

Yerin and Minji nudged you. You flicked both of them away.

The five of you ended up in a karaoke, Yerin tipping back bottles of beer, singing along to songs about the loss of freedom and the wonders of female independence. While Yerin and Minji went all out, stacking up a good bill, you sat on the sidelines with the other two bridesmaids who seemed habituated to this sort of thing.

“They pull this shit at least once a week, more when they’re both fighting with their boyfriends.”

By the end of the night, it took everything in you to convince Yerin not to give in to her impulse to go clubbing.

Apparently, your efforts just weren’t enough.

As Yerin and Minji leapt into the dance floor, grinding up against each other and giggling the night away, oblivious to the interested stares all around them, you stuck by the bar and nursed a sweet cocktail to wash away the bitterness inside of you. The other two girls had left earlier, saying their goodnights as they escaped.

You couldn’t help it. Seeing the two of them so incredibly in love and blissful with their relationships left a sour taste in your mouth. You were jealous to say the least. For so long, you’ve wanted something like that, something to hold onto. College was great, your friends even more so, but the type of relationship that people commercialized and you loathed was the type that you wanted have a taste of. Just once.

“____, come on. Dance with us!” Minji laughed, taking your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor. Your drink sloshed in your hand and you barely managed to set it on the bar top before the two of you squeezed into the tight fit of people. “Don’t worry so much, just let the music take you.”

With a little liquid confidence and their contagious laughters, you found yourself easing into the beat soon enough, throwing your hands into the air and following their movements with giggles leaving your lips. The three of you easily batted away hands that came a little too close for comfort, choosing to stick close. You were swaying your hips, eyes closed as you let yourself drift to the pulsing rhythm, when you felt hands—familiar hands—on your hips.

Opening your eyes, you whipped around to find Hoseok grinning down at you, eyes twinkling. “Didn’t know you could move your body like this in public.”

You frowned, sputtering, “W-What are you doing here?”

“Taewon didn’t want the strip club so we ended up here instead.” Hoseok called over the music. With a protective arm around your waist, he nodded a greeting to the two other ladies before whisking you away towards the bar. You looked back only to see that Taewon and Minji’s boyfriend had come up to them.

Hoseok motioned the bartender for two shots, handing one over to you, before tossing it back down his throat. “Fuck,” he hissed. “It’s been way too long for tequila.” He quickly sucked on a lime, shivering with the tart taste.

“Serves you right,” you scoffed, drinking your own and repeating his actions.

“You look like sin tonight,” he smiled again, hand still around your waist, tugging you closer. “Trying to pick up someone?”

“Maybe,” you flicked your hair over your shoulder, choosing to busy yourself with the hem of your dress.

“You know,” he ducked his head, lips brushing against the back of your ear. “You won’t have to try too hard with me.”

“What if I’m not trying to pick you up?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Touché.” He nodded, placing a hand on his heart. “I’m hurt.”

“I think they started eye-fucking each other,” you glanced over to the floor where the two couples were all over each other, hands definitely where they shouldn’t be in public places. “Do you think we can bail early?”

“Yeah, Taewon is completely sober and he wouldn’t let his future wife break her ankle before her big day. She’d kill him first.”

“That’s true, let’s go then.”

With a hand on the small of your back, Hoseok guided you towards the door and into a cab that would take the two of you back to your hotel. Your feet were dying by the time you reached the hotel lobby, heels clacking noisily in the empty space. “Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. “I don’t know how I’m going to walk in stilettos tomorrow.”

“You can always switch to sneakers, nobody will notice. If they do, they’d probably feel Yerin’s wrath.”

“God forbid,” you muttered. “Are you crashing in my room tonight?”

He looked at you, surprised. “You want me to?”

The implication of his words had you blushing, your hand waving his thoughts away. “No, no, I mean, considering Minji was already up on her boyfriend, I’m guessing they’re going to go at it tonight again too.”

“Fuck, you’re right.” He groaned. “Might as well then, thanks.”

The wedding was magical. That was an understatement. The hall had been transformed into a wonderland with the decor, a masterpiece of a creation when all of you arrived. You barely had any time to admire it as you fussed over Yerin and had to repeatedly stop her from leaving the dressing room to check on the situation outside.

“Yerin, for God’s sake, it’s your wedding day. You shouldn’t be messing around with that, leave it to the planner.”

“I’m stressed alright,” she groaned. Yerin was already beautiful on her own, but her dressed in her gown for the wedding was another story. She was absolutely breathtaking, like an angel that had graced the world with her presence. Aside from the scowl on her face. “I need work to destress.”

“We’ll handle it okay, don’t worry. You just stay put and enjoy your wedding and maybe have a shot or two.”

“I can use a shot or two.”

Walking down the aisle was nerve-wracking. While Minji was the definition of cool and composed, all poise, you were trying to hide your sweaty palms as you walked out towards the hall and to the door you were supposed to come out from. Hoseok was buttoning the sleeves of his shirt when he looked up, the breath knocked straight out of his lungs at the sight of you.

All the bridesmaids wore the same shade of champagne but with different styles. Your dressed hugged your body perfectly, the fabric had been made to enhance all your features. You felt pretty damn good in the dress and even more so when you saw the look on Hoseok’s face. Giving him a shy little twirl, you smiled at him. “Like it?”

He stood there, eyebrows raised, lips parted.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

Choking, he nodded. “Uh, yeah. Definitely. Holy shit wow. You look—just—wow. Incredible. I’m—damn, wow.”

You laughed, pecking him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

Even as you stood next to Hoseok, shifting in your heels, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. His glance darted to you every few seconds to admire the little details about you. He leaned down and bit your ear, earning a yelp and a blush from you. “You really do look amazing.”

“Thank you,” you repeated, a little quieter this time with how honest he sounded.

The walk down the aisle went smoothly, Hoseok supporting you the entire time and shooting reassuring smiles. But all eyes were on Yerin as she walked. She was practically glowing and everyone could hear Taewon’s sharp intake of breath. They shared their vows, slipped rings onto their fingers, before meeting in the middle for a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

The ceremony was even better. People were spread across the hall and the lawn outside, chattering on, hearts alight with delight for the happy couple. The bridesmaids and Yerin danced in the middle of the floor when Yerin’s supposed song came on and it was a fucking anime theme song.

“Did you seriously include this in your playlist?”

“Look. I fought Taewon about this, don’t test me.”

Then they were whisked away by dates just in time for Hoseok to swoop in and take you into his arms, laughing as he danced to the rhythm. He held you close in the slow songs, jumped around in the upbeat ones. He was a treat to watch for you and for everyone else. You could feel yourself falling harder and harder for this man. It was hard not to when he was this charming. Seeing him with your little cousins, twirling them around and laughing, was even more heart-warming.

You smiled at the sight and stood at the side, watching him interact so incredibly well with everyone in the room. He always had that kind of presence, like sunshine. Warm, welcoming, bright and enrapturing. You were drawn out of your thoughts when he showed up in front of you again, taking your hand in his as he led you to the floor, pulling you close for a slow dance.

“This was fun,” he murmured in your ear. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

“I should be thanking you,” you shook your head. “You came through last minute.”

“I’m glad I did,” he nodded, eyes softening as he looked into yours. The world slowed down around you as you looked up at him. You gulped down the lump in your throat, sensing your emotions overwhelming you. Fortunately, Hoseok chose that moment to break the gaze and press a kiss to your temple instead.

You followed his movements, listening to the sound of his heartbeat in his chest.

And for once, you were content.

The night soon came to an end as guests began to file out, saying their last congratulations and farewells to the pair. You waited until everyone left to finally take your shoes off, groaning at the amazing feeling. “Holy shit, never wearing these again.”

Yerin only laughed, pulling you in for a hug. “Thank you, cousin. You’ve made this such a great week, I owe you big time.”

“I’m expecting a dinner treat from the two of you.”

“Of course, of course.” She waved it off. “For both you and Hoseok.”

Her eyes twinkled teasingly and the two of you instinctively looked towards Hoseok who was helping the hotel staff clean up. A gentleman.

“He’s a good guy, ____. Keep him close.”

“I’ll try.”

Minji had announced that she was going to have celebratory sex three drinks into the night. Her boyfriend had quickly swerved her away from people and into their room. To have celebratory sex. But also due to a public concern.

Thus, Hoseok was left to resort to stay in your room for yet another night.

As you stripped out of your dress, breathing out the relief it felt to be freed from the fabric, Hoseok shrugged off his jeans, but found himself distracted by the sight of you in the sweetest pair of lingerie. He padded over on the carpeted floor towards you, arms wrapping around your waist as he propped his chin up on your shoulder.

“Oh God, Hoseok, not tonight please.”

But he was already mouthing at your neck, warmth kissing your skin and sending tingles down your spine. “Why not?”

“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow morning.”

“I love how much faith you have in me.” He chuckled, still kissing a path along your shoulder.

“I speak from experience, not faith.”

“Facts,” he mumbled. “I’ll go slow, I promise. You look fucking irresistible in these, babe.” His hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts and massaging them through the thin fabric. “These new? I’ve never seen it.”

The fact that Hoseok had your underwear memorized had you moaning into his mouth as he covered your lips with his. God, the two of you have stripped together so many times that you wouldn’t be surprised if you had his boxer brief patterns all imprinted in your head (though there was that one time he wore hot pink underwear).

“Got them before I left.”

“I like them,” he whispered, nibbling on your ear as he easily unhooked your bra, tossing it aside, and falling to his knees in front of you. He eased your panties down, backing you up to the bed where you fell onto it. Spreading your legs, he hummed happily. “You’re wet already.”

“God, I can’t help it. Alcohol makes me horny, plus I can see your dick through your slacks so well. How is that even possible?”

He only winked before burying his face in between your thighs. Before you could spit out another comment, he had your thoughts evaporating into thin air, your mind a muddled mess as he kissed up your thigh, moving to your core. He licked a stripe up your lips, tasting your juices on his tongue. He groaned, the sound vibrating through you as you clutched onto the sheets. He pulled you closer to the edge, parting your legs further. His teeth nibbled at your clit as his fingers slid into you, his lips doing wonders on the tension coiling inside your stomach.

“Fuck, Hoseok.” You hissed, eyes shutting to enjoy the full effect of his ministrations. He dipped his tongue into your pussy, swirling the muscle inside to stroke your walls. That along with his fingers had you whining and whimpering, pushing your hips forward to gain more friction. “Oh, God, just like that.”

Hoseok pumped his fingers in and out of you, your wetness making it all too easy for him. “You’re so wet, baby, shit. Do you like it? Do you like my fingers inside you? Or do you want my cock?”

You whimpered with his words, head thrown back as the ecstasy flowed freely through your veins. “Fuck, Hoseok, I need you.”

“Need me, hm?” He teased, slowing down his movements and grinning up at you with those devilish eyes. “Need me to what, babe?”

“Fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You gasped when he ducked his head to suck on your clit again, thumb pressing against the nub insistently. You jerked your hips forward as a desperate whine left your lips. “Please, Hoseok. I’m ready, God, I’m so fucking ready for you.”

He nodded, jumping to his feet and pulling off his shirt and prowling over to you. You shifted further into the bed as he hovered above you, hands planted on either side of your head to keep you in. Lowering his face down, he kissed you sweet and slow. A kiss that left your nerves buzzing, your heart beating a little too fast. With your heart pounding in your chest, Hoseok kissed you again, distracting you from his sliding into you. Before you knew it, you were at his mercy. Cries and quiet pleas to go faster and harder tumbling from your lips.

Hoseok gave you everything you wanted, his lips finding you over and over throughout the night as he brought you to your peak one too many times. Not that you were complaining. But the softness of his touch and the gentleness of his lips had you on cloud nine, your mind and imagination high up in the skies. He told you over again how beautiful you looked tonight, and every night, how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, how wonderful you were.

You should’ve stayed grounded, should’ve reminded yourself that this wasn’t love. This wasn’t a fairytale or your happy ending. This was Hoseok and you. Fucking. Your actions driven entirely by lust and sexual tension that had built over the years.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that night as you laid next to him, lungs heavy from another memorable night with Hoseok. Each night with him was tucked away into a box at the back of your mind, somewhere you hopefully will never touch again.

Hoseok chuckled, staring to talk about the first time this happened between the two of you. There was a fondness to his voice that had you mistaken, that had you hoping for something more. He turned on his side as you turned on yours. His hand reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his eyes searching your face for any sign of regret. “God, even after sex, you’re fucking beautiful. How is that even possible?”

Your words caught in your throat with his voice. Burying your face in the pillow, you mumbled something incoherent about him being a total dork.

He only laughed, pulling you closer and nosing your neck, smiling happily. “Who knew how far we’d come with this?”

“God, I should’ve said no that first day.”

“But you know you can’t say no to me,” he winked.

You giggled, couldn’t help but agree. “Unfortunately. Otherwise lord knows I wouldn’t be getting this much action.”

He snorted, “Please. You’re a total catch, anyone would love to be with you.”

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to say things like that.”

“No,” he flicked your nose, smiling. “I’m saying it because I mean it.”

And there it was, you could feel the word vomit coming up as you stared into his eyes, watched how his chocolate irises seemed to glow underneath the lights of the room.

“I like you, Hoseok.”

And if it weren’t for how silent it was in the room, he never would’ve heard it. Your voice was barely above a whisper. Hoseok froze, his eyes widening. “What?”

“I like you,” you repeated, a sigh this time. “A lot. I’ve been crazy about you for forever.”

If you had been the protagonist in some ridiculously romantic drama, that would’ve been the cue for Hoseok’s lips to split into a grin, saying, “about damn time” or “I’ve been waiting for that.”

But this wasn’t a movie.

Instead, he looked stricken at the confession, obviously taken aback. It took everything in you not to burst into tears of disappointment right then and there. You held it in, biting your lip as you waited for his response.

However, his phone’s ringtone sliced through the silence and strained air. He cursed under his breath, distracted by the incessant noise as he reached over to his phone to answer the call. His mom’s name flashed on the screen and he huffed, glancing apologetically at you as he got to his feet and paced the room away from you.

When he returned, you had already slipped on a robe, sitting warily at the edge of the bed. Hearing the door click open, you got to your feet and frowned. “Is everything okay?”

He grunted, running his fingers in frustration through his tangled hair. “One of my cousins fell sick and I have to go home tonight. Mom booked a ticket and everything. I’m really sorry, ___. I have to take off.”

“Tonight? I’ll help you pack up your things.” You hurried over to collect whatever he had left in your room. “Is it serious?”

“No, no, just that my aunt is out of town.”

“Of course, yeah. I can come to the airport with you.”

“No, God, no don’t worry. I’m already troubling you enough.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “It’s no big deal. Wedding’s over anyway and you’ve been a huge help. Come on, I’ll help you pack.”

Soon enough, the two of you gathered everything and you took Hoseok to the hotel lobby, the regret etched onto his face evident the entire time.

“Hoseok, really, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry,” he winced. “I wanted to be here for the entire thing but—”

“Stop it,” you shushed him. “It’s fine. Take care of your cousin, let me know how it goes okay.”

“Yeah, definitely.” He seemed a bit hesitant as he stood by the cab, unsure of what to do. “Look about—”

“Not now, you have a flight to catch.”

Relief flickered in his eyes, which admittedly hurt you a little. But he pulled you close and kissed your forehead, “We’ll talk about it when we get back to campus, okay?”

“Okay.”

With that, he slipped into the car and disappeared into the night. You pulled your sweater tighter around yourself, a foreboding feeling looming over you. Choosing to ignore it for the night, you crept back into your room and slept restlessly for the first time in weeks.

The next morning, everyone was hurrying around the lobby, preparing to leave. Except Yerin and Taewon who were planning to spend part of their honeymoon there before flying off to the Maldives. She called you over and you moved forward, smiling brightly and hoping that the exhaustion wouldn’t show on your face. “Good morning! Are you ready to fly back to reality today?”

“Ugh, never.”

She laughed, “At least you’ll have your cutie to keep you company.”

“About that,” you shifted on your feet. “He took off last night.”

“What? Why? Did you bite his dick off?”

“Yerin!”

“I’m just kidding, God.”

“He had a family emergency, his mom had booked his flight.”

“Aw,” she pouted, pinching your cheek. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah, and it happened right after I confessed to him.”

Yerin and Minji shrieked at the same time, catching the attention of nearly everyone on the floor. You wanted to smack your face. “You confessed? Oh my God, what did he say?”

“His phone rang after I did but his face was pretty clear about the entire thing.” You shrugged. “I should’ve figured.”

“Please,” Yerin scoffed. “The boy only has eyes for you as far as I know.”

“Let’s be real, Yerin. The fact that he bolted right after—”

“His cousin is sick.”

“And hasn’t texted me since?”

“He’s busy. God, gotta give that boy some space.”

You groaned, “I know but this is driving me insane and, God, this weekend was just a mistake. I shouldn’t have brought him here.”

“I think,” Yerin started. “It’s good that you did. Otherwise, you both would be stuck at a standstill and stagnancy isn’t always a good thing.”

You sighed, pursing your lips. “Maybe.”

“Have some faith. Go get your man.”

As much as you wanted to follow Yerin’s advice and chase after Hoseok and explain the entire story to him, you couldn’t. It wasn’t as if it was your choice. You wanted to patch things up with him and smooth out any remaining wrinkles in your relationship, but apparently Hoseok wasn’t fucking interested in doing that since he started to avoid you.

At parties, he seemed to disappear the second you step into the house, fading into thin air. Even his friends questioned his sudden absence. You barely saw him at his usual spots, including the frat house, the juice bar he worked at, the dance studio. It frustrated you to no end.

Things were even worse whenever you texted him, asking him where he was and if he had time to catch up on things. His responses only amounted up to “sorry, been busy” and one word replies.

You weren’t stupid, you knew when you weren’t wanted and you weren’t about to push into his space when he didn’t even want you there.

Your distress didn’t take long to morph into anger and irritation. All directed towards Hoseok, a coward who didn’t even have the balls to reject you properly.

(you’d probably regret being so furious at him but you were pissed at the time so it didn’t matter)

It went on for another week. Another week of attempting to get in touch with Hoseok, another week of tossing your phone across the room with a groan whenever you turned out disappointed. Mina was upset about it, more so than you, and didn’t even hesitate to join in in cursing him out. “Okay, you know what, I’m going to introduce you to guys from my little black book.“

“Don’t you mean your phone because — oh, you actually have a little black book.” You noted in surprise, seeing a small book coming out of her purse. “Please don’t give me guys you’ve hooked up with, that’s kind of gross.”

“I alphabetize them and I wrote down whether I ended up screwing them so don’t worry.”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Think of it as a very good and productive distraction from that jerk. Maybe you can even get some,” she winked.

“Mina,” you gave her a stern look.

“Trust me, it’ll be fine.”

Mina promised herself that she was a woman of her word. Instead of randomly plucking names from her book, she (and her very, very good memory) picked out guys that were compatible enough with you for you to go on blind dates with. You had to admit that it was fun to finally let yourself loose a little, give yourself a chance to open up to more people.

Most of the guys seemed understanding of your situation and did their best to at least be a good friend. Even if you didn’t leave the date with another one planned, you ended up with some great friends who were ready to lend a hand.

Of course, it didn’t mean that Hoseok disappeared completely from your mind. There were days you’d find yourself staring at the screen, contemplating whether it would be a good idea to text him again. Mina would put her foot down and take you out to keep you busy.

The desperation in you for any form of contact with him left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth and an unwelcome pang in your heart. Mina didn’t miss a beat, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Tell you what, I’ll set you up with Jinyoung.”

“J-Jinyoung?” You stammered, feeling the blush creep up on your cheeks.

“Yes, Park Jinyoung, aka your eye candy since freshman year.”

“You didn’t tell me you knew him!”

“That’s because I knew you would be freaking out like this. He’s a really sweet guy, funny too.” She winked. “I’ll text him to see if he’s free this weekend.”

“Mina, I need to mentally prepare myself—”

“Done, he’ll text you soon.”

On cue, your phone beeped with a new text.

Unknown Number [ 4:34 PM ]

Hey, ____ right? This is Jinyoung :)

You fainted.

The two of you texted back and forth for a little, you finding Jinyoung even sweeter than before. He set up a time to meet this weekend and even promised to make it a double date to lessen any pressure. God, what a sweetheart.

On the day, you found him waiting by the escalators, looking absolutely gorgeous as he usually did. He perked up when he saw you, smiling blindingly. Oh God. “Hey! You must be ____. I’m Jinyoung. You’re even more beautiful than how Mina described you.”

“Nice to finally put a face to those shameless lines,” you grinned back.

“My friend and his date will be here soon—oh, there they are now.”

You supposed that the world really did hate you considering the endless stream of bad luck that flowed your way. Turning around, you really shouldn’t be surprised to find Hoseok walking towards you, his eyes narrowed. A girl who was with him was rushing towards the two of you. She was cute. Dammit.

When the four of you were finally settled in a restaurant, Jinyoung lightened the atmosphere with easy conversation and his infectious laughter. But you couldn’t help your eyes from wandering over to Hoseok’s date every once in a while.

You recognized her to be one of the sorority girls who was super cute and had the reputation to be super nice too. You cursed in your mind. You should’ve known that he would already be dating someone new by then. God, you felt so stupid waiting around for him.

The girl curled up around him, hugging his arm and smiling up at him.

It was then that you chose to turn away from the sight, missing the way Hoseok kept glancing at you, as you focused on Jinyoung instead. You listened closely to the stories he told, answered questions he asked with interested eyes.

The ringer buzzed on the table, indicating that your food was ready at the counter. “I’ll grab it,” you volunteered since you were sitting closer at the booth.

“I’ll help,” Hoseok grunted, getting up and following you (still cursing inwardly) to the counter. He ducked his head when he got closer, “Hey, can we talk?”

“A little too late for that, don’t you think?” You smiled at the waiter as you waited patiently for the guy to check everything off.

“I’m just—I’m sorry okay. I really want to explain things to you.”

You glared up at him, spitting out the words. “You had an entire two fucking weeks to do that, Hoseok, and trust me I’ve tried talking to you but you weren’t interested.”

“I know but—I just—I didn’t know. I mean, your confession came out of the blue for me and I never thought you were interested and I was just really surprised.”

“Okay.”

“B-But, I mean,” he stuttered, clearing his throat. “I really do want to talk to you about this.”

“This really isn’t a good time and place, Hoseok.” You sighed. “Look, Jinyoung is really cute and he seems interested.” His eyes flashed then, lips tightening. “Plus you have Jennie and she’s interested too. So I don’t know why you’re pushing this.” Quickly collecting the tray from the table, you walked back to the table, ignoring the feel of your weakened knees.

The movie was even more awkward considering Hoseok had stepped into the rows right after you which placed the two of you smack dab in the middle, sitting tensely next to each other. The movie was a blur before your eyes. Your body was hyperaware of Hoseok’s warmth next to you, every shift of his body, every brush of his knee against yours.

Stepping out of the cinema, you felt the air return to your lungs as you stepped closer towards Jinyoung, eschewing Hoseok in an attempt to gain some form of control over your feelings. “I really had a good time tonight, ____.” Jinyoung smiled. “I can take you home if you’d like.”

“No, it’s fine, you live pretty far from my place.” You nodded. “Thank you though for offering. I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely,” he beamed, presence too bright. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, blushing slightly at his own actions. “It was really, really nice meeting you.”

“You too,” you murmured.

You waved before walking in the opposite direction, feet absentmindedly moving fast to escape any more awkwardness. However, feeling a hold on your arm, you looked back to see Hoseok, his lips set in a thin line. “Will… will you let me take you home?”

“Hoseok,” you winced. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Please. We need to talk.”

Fuck. “Alright.”

The ride home wasn’t supposed to take more than fifteen minutes but Hoseok opted to take the longer route home, giving you time to stew and worry about what he was going to say as you stared at the road ahead of you.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “I’m sorry for avoiding you. I’ve never been good with all this and your confession was just out of nowhere for me.” He coughed, shifting on the leather seat, hands keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel. “I just—I never pictured you as anything more than a friend before. I know we were messing around but I thought that was it. We had a good thing going and I thought we were cool so I didn’t think much of it.”

It really should’ve been expected. Hoseok was never one to beat around the bush so you supposed he expected the same of everyone else. But still, it didn’t stop the deep aching in your heart as you nibbled on your bottom lip, choosing to remain silent.

He took a deep breath, “Then Mina told me that she was setting you up.” You stiffened. Fucking Mina. “And I, I guess I thought I had more time to think things through and make things work better between us, you know, but then she told me that and I was fucking terrified. I didn’t like the thought of you with anyone else, didn’t like thinking about you waking up in someone else’s bed, wearing their clothes, and their making you breakfast. I hated thinking about how they would have the freedom to kiss you senseless whenever they wanted, how they’d be able to touch you and make sure you feel loved like no one else could.

“I was fucking furious that Mina did that.” He chuckled bitterly, gritting his teeth. “But I was more upset with myself that I was too caught up in myself that I didn’t think about the possibility of you being with someone else. I mean, Jesus, you’re fucking incredible, anyone would be lucky. I was pissed at myself because I thought that I would have all the time in the world to figure things out with you. That was fucking selfish of me.”

You weren’t even sure what you were supposed to say to that confession, so you only pinched your lips and stared ahead.

“Then she told me that she was setting you up with Jinyoung. And I haven’t—I mean, I haven’t really been with anyone else since you—and Jinyoung kept trying to bug me to go out and shit but I didn’t want to. But when Mina told me, I jumped on the offer to go on the double date because I wanted to talk to you.”

That irked you. “You could’ve called me anytime, Hoseok.” You snapped. “Don’t give me a bullshit excuse like that. Hell, I was still texting you up until last week.”

He flinched, “I didn’t think it’d be fair to you to leave a voicemail or do this over the phone and then you stopped answering my calls.” That’s right, Mina had told you that it was time for a good cleansing from Hoseok. “So I figured i’d catch your attention if I did this.” His glance darted over to you, his expression looking sheepish. “I’m sorry, I should’ve done it sooner.”

You pursed your lips then sighed, “It’s fine. You didn’t know and I shouldn’t have pressured you like that, that wasn’t fair for you too. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up your calls but I was pissed.”

He nodded, “And you had every right to be.”

“Damn straight.”

Catching his bottom lip between his teeth, he looked at you. “So, um, are we good?”

“I think it’s gonna be a while until we’re going to be good.”

He looked a little hurt but nodded, smiling tightly. “Yeah, okay. I’ll work on it. I promise.” He pulled to a stop in front of your place, turning to you and taking your hands in his, his fingers rubbing circles on the back of your hand. “I really do like you though. I’m sorry I was taking years to get my shit together.”

“It’s fine, I mean, I wasn’t expecting you to like me that way.” You laughed. Lie. You did, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Stupid,” he muttered. “You know me better than I know myself, you probably saw this coming from miles away.”

“I only hoped.” You stuck out your tongue.

A short two seconds of silence followed before he asked. “Can I kiss you?”

You never thought you’d see the day Hoseok would actually ask first. It’s sort of cute, especially when he’s blushing and adjusting his position nervously. So you tangle your fingers in the hair behind his neck and pull him closer, touching your lips to his. “Yes, you definitely can.”

He smiled, pressing his lips harder against yours before pulling you into his lap. You let out a small giggle but wrapped your arms around his neck. “I probably have never told you this before but you’ve got the softest lips and I love kissing them.”

“Stop it,” you blushed.

“Don’t let any other guy kiss you okay.” He muttered, cheeks a light shade of pink as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “I might just snap.”

“I mean, I think I need to make you suffer a little longer, don’t you think?” The look of utter dread that settled on his features had you laughing and curling up more into him. “I won’t kiss any other guys, I promise.”

“Thank God.” 

You entered the university cafeteria, tugging on your backpack when you spotted familiar faces. Hoseok’s face lit up when he saw you approaching, quickly scooting his friend over to make space for you. You offered an apologetic look before squeezing into between them. His arm instantly making its way around your shoulders as he kissed your cheek. “How were classes?”

“Boring.”

“You should’ve gone to me instead, I would’ve given you a better time.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Mina faked gagged across the table, turning to Jimin. “I think I like them better when they were both too dumb to realize their feelings. Or at least, one of them.”

“You should see how he keeps staring at her pictures and showing everyone in the dance team,” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“That’s almost as bad as you and your girl.” Hoseok scowled. “Should I bring up the fact that you were screwing her roommat—”

“Shut it.”

“Ha!” Mina snorted. “You think you’re both bad, you should see how she has a picture of him printed up on top of her desk.”

“I do not!” You scoffed, turning red. “It’s like a childhood picture.”

“Aw, babe.” Hoseok nuzzled his nose into your neck.

“No, go away.”

“You guys are fucking gross.”

[06love]

College Adventures! | Part 3 of ?

Jimin + Prompt: “Seriously though, I need to get fucked by somebody other than my life.”

College!AU, Hot Nerd!Jimin, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing.

Words: 2k

Rooh’s note: you guys like jimin being feisty don’t you? 😏 this is literally 80% conversations after y/n fell asleep on Jimin’s couch. (I’m on mobile ;_;) please tell me your thoughts 💭 Enjoy <3

Part 1 | Part 2 |Part 3| Part 4

You open your eyes to see Jimin on the other side of the couch still with books on his hands.

“Jimin?” Your voice sounded hoarse.

“You’re awake, did you sleep well?” He asked peeking from the book.

“Yeah, I did. ” You answered itting on the couch uncovering part of your body.

“You seemed to be cold for a bit, so I went to get a blanket for you.”

“Thank you, what time it is?” You look around, and see the sun has set.

“It’s 8pm.”

“Oh ok. Wait… what!? I slept all day? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I thought of it, but at some point you began snoring and I figured your body was requesting rest. I put on headphones and kept doing my study. To be honest you kept part of my feet warm with your body temperature, so that was nice. And I did decide to study only Mechanics for most of the day, so I have a lot less to study now.” He spoke unfazed, once again.

You sighed and sat back on the couch, placing your arm over your head. “I’m not gonna be able to sleep at night now…” you complain, and right after your stomach roars in hunger.

Jimin changes his attention to you and you feel embarrassed. “I’ll order dinner if you feel like staying for a little bit longer. I was gonna do it for me anyways, can always order more.”

“No, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’ve been a bother for quite some time, it really won’t change much.” He said grabbing his phone. “Chinese is good for you? Or do you want pizza?”

You took a moment to breathe and start curling your toes in both anger and embarrassment as your stomach roared once again. “Chinese… please…”

Jimin began ordering and the minute the food came, you both started eating.

“Your phone ringed all afternoon, I had to pick up once I realized 5 calls where from Taehyung.” Jimin spoke biting in his dumplings.

“Ah thanks, I texted him already.”

“You know, I must say I find it intriguing this relationship of yours.”

“What about it?”

“You and Taehyung, the amount of time you spend together and activities are similar of a couple in a relationship, so tell me why do you insist on telling others that you’re not in a relationship? When you clearly feel comfortable with him enough to be.”

He looked at you.

“What do you mean, ‘feel comfortable enough to be’? I’m confused there.”

“You said he has seen you naked multiple times, and I must confess I saw a text he sent you today complaining about you leaving your underwear in his room.”

“You went through my phone?” You used a threatening tone.

“I didn’t go through your phone, I just saw the text when it dropped. And that’s not an answer to my question.” Jimin tried to defend himself , while raising his arms up.

“Jimin, Taehyung is not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend and there’s a difference. He was complaining because I slept there a few days ago and left my bra. The thing is he got another girl over and she found it, thinking Taehyung had someone else.”

“Doesn’t he have you though?” Jimin asked confused.

“Well I’m not having sex with him, so no he doesn’t have me. He has me as his friend and that’s all, someone who he has sex with is different than me.” You kept on eating.

“So, you’re saying that the only difference between you and that girl he had over is sex? Otherwise he treats you like that girl?”

“What? Seriously Jimin for someone who is intelligent you sure seem to be slacking off on basic friendship matters.”

“Enlighten me then Y/N because It seems that I am. You and Taehyung do all the activities of a couple, minus sex, you say. So what’s the difference between you and the girl he had over?”

“Well, to make this simpler, Taehyung wouldn’t buy me flowers or take me on a date. He wouldn’t kiss me, or try to impress me with his stupid Pokémon Go points cause he knows I don’t need impressing.” You laughed it out.

“So, if he wanted to be with you romantically he wouldn’t need to do that?”

“Of course he would, I mean, minus the Pokémon Go shit, that’s so 2017.” You rolled eyes. “I’m still a normal girl you know? Despite the fact that you don’t seem to notice, I like dates, and flowers, and chocolates, all those girly like things. He’d have to do all that if he wanted me to be with him romantically. Now that I think of it, any guy would have to do all those things, I’m special you know?” You giggled.

“I see…” he went silent for a little bit. “But you sleep at his house, and your intimacy level is such that you take your bra off on his room. And he has seen you naked. It’s just still hard for me to comprehended.”

You sighed, and dropped your head. “You’re really making things hard you know?” You looked back up at him. “I sleep at his house because It’s Taehyung, I don’t treat him just like any friend because we are closer than that. Plus I took my bra off cause it’s a lot more comfortable to sleep without it. I know no one goes into his room without him allowing it. It’s not big deal. I care about him and treat him well cause he’s my best friend.” You smiled.

“So you’re saying you can do that with him cause he’s your best friend and him only?”

“No, specific people get that treatment.”

“What about me, would you do that with me? Am I a specific person or not?”

“You, you’re different. I’d do it with you.” You thought for a second. “To be honest I think I’d do a lot more with you if I had the chance, if maybe you weren’t such a jerk.”

“I’m a jerk?”

“Yes Jimin you are, if you were nicer to me, maybe.. if you showed interest, yeah, I’d do more with you. Definitely. But that’s not what you’re like.”

“Was I not better today?”

“You’re kidding me right? You’ve been a jerk all day…” you laughed.

Jimin stayed silent for a few minutes and awkwardness set in again. “What if I changed? Would you consider that again?” He asked sincerely.

You looked at him for a bit, analyzing his expression. “Why do you care? Weren’t you the one who said that I have been a bother for a while?”

“You said you didn’t had many friends, and it got me concerned. It seems sleeping at other people’s house is something you do only when you’re close to someone or you’re under the influence of alcohol. So I decided to become close to you.”

You looked to the side embarrassed. “There’s no need to pity me… and there’s no need to remember our first year in college I know I used to go to parties a lot.”

“You really did, that’s why you failed Mechanics and that’s why-“

“I got it ok?” You interrupted him. “That’s why I asked for you help, you can stop repeating that now.” You sighed loudly.

“I’m not pitying you, I actually care about you, despite the embarrassment you caused me. And I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have friends.”

“I have Taehyung…” you spoke after a moment of silence.

“Taehyung is a friend, even if he’s worth more than one for you, it’s not enough sometimes I must assume. He has a life on his own and I bet he can’t be with you all the time.” Jimin got up to grab the takeaway boxes and throw them away. You watched carefully as he moved between his living room and open kitchen. You now realized how tidy his house was, just like back in the days. He continued. “I know how hard it can be to not have many friends, I myself spend a lot of time studying due to it.”

You turned attention to him on his last words. “What do you mean?”

“Well, since I have few friends, I have few invitations to go anywhere. Thus I study most of time to keep myself busy, it has been coming out well for me. I have great marks on all my courses. My parents are proud. I should be proud too, but after some time it just feels empty. Monotonous if I may say.” Jimin spoke while going to the couch to sit. “It’s like I’m a robot most of the time” he glanced at you sitting on the carpet. “Wake up, go to the gym, then college, attend classes, go to the library, study, get take away, come home eat, sleep, then repeat all again. It’s a cycle.”

You looked at him wanting to say something but your mouth was silent, for a moment you realized how Jimin probably felt through this years. “What about the friends you had on the first year? You know, when we used to hang out.”

“Those, well, most of them got tired after I said I was not gonna work with them in projects or give them my notes to copy. It seemed that that’s all they wanted. Others are my study friends, that’s really all we do. They’re introverts so we don’t socialize a lot other than study groups. And the rest… kinda drifted away, like you did.” He finished looking at you.

You felt guilt in your guts, for stop talking to him all together, you felt too ashamed after revealing his secret to face him. So you just stop talking to him at all, next thing you know he stopped texting and you were just saying hellos and goodbyes between classes. That was until you started failing courses and stood behind.

“I’m sorry, I stopped answering your calls and-“

“I figured it was on purpose, now I can’t tell if your facial expression is of pity or guilt.”

“Both?” You sheepishly tried to smile.

“I forgive you, at least I passed my classes as a consolation. I had something to be proud besides not having friends, you can’t really say the same so I forgive you.” Jimin smiled looking at you.

Your ears were exploding in anger. “I swear someday I’ll make you swallow your words.”

“That’s physically impossible you know?”

“I know Jimin, I meant metaphorically. Ugh.” You got up. “I think i should probably head home.

“I thought you had accepted my proposal of getting close to me.”

“I did, but that doesn’t happen out of the blue. We’re already in a good start somehow.” You said as you started packing your sheets.

“But won’t you sleep at my house tonight?”

You turned confused looking at him so he continued.

“Well, you sleep in houses of people who you consider close. Doesn’t that mean you should sleep here today?”

You softly laughed in disbelief. “Jimin, I’ll sleep at your house another time ok? I really want my bed for today.” You grabbed your bag and placed it on your shoulder. “I’ll leave now.”

“Do you not want me to walk you home?” He got up proving his point.

“No, you can stay. I’ll take the bus or something.” You smiled walking to the door. “When should we study again?”

“If by study again you mean what happened today, I hope not so soon. Because you sleep the entire day while I studied.”

You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself.

“I swear to fucking god Jimin we were already starting to get along. Don’t get me started.”

“Was that a threat?” He laughed. “Tomorrow at 8 o’clock.”

“No, I’ll barely sleep today, so unless you want tomorrow to be a repetition of today you better choose another day.”

“Ok, Monday after classes at the library. Is that good enough for you?”

“Perfect.” You smiled, walked closer to him and placed a kiss on his cheek, he was startled.

“What was that for?”

“Well, I kiss my friends goodbye on the cheek. Remember?” You said as you turned to exit his house. “Bye Jimin.”

“Bye… Y/N” Jimin whispers as his hands softly caressed the cheek you just kissed. And once again he wondered ‘When was the last time this happened?’…