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Friendly Match: Part 1 of 2

Summary: You and JK have been friends for a few months. You first ran into each other at your boxing gym and had become fast friends. At least you are trying to keep those boundaries, as you’ve dubbed Jungkook as off limits because of his idol status. But does Jungkook know he’s off limits?

Idol! Jungkook X BlackfemReader(Plus sized reader)

Warnings: Smut(filthy). Mutual Pinning. Reader is oblivious of JK’s feelings at first. JK is obsessed with Reader including her body. JK is a munch(cunnalingus). Sparring.(Manhandling, wrestling, Judo). Dryhumpping. Choking(HAHAHAH). Rough Sex. Dirty Talk. Reader has a potty mouth, but so does JK. JK is a little shit as is reader. Gym Sex. Semi-Public Sex. Dom JK. Sub reader (Likes to put up a fight though). Bratty Reader. Reader gives off independent black woman vibes. Reader gets frustrated and overwhelmed does cry a bit. Slight Noona Kink(if you squint). Slight Angst. Language barrier is there but vibes. (Will add as the story progresses.)

*Glossary for Korean can be found at end of chapter.*

With a sigh you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself and continued your trek home.

Today hadn’t gone that great for you and every single thing that could have gone wrong, did. It first started off with you waking up to your charger no longer working so your phone only had half of its charge. Now this wouldn’t have been a big deal normally, but today was one of your long days so your phone was a necessity.

Secondly you had to take a cold shower, as the boiler in your apartment unit decided to go out. With the weather getting colder you started turning off your heating system a bit more to save on the utilities bill. Turns out doing that in the dead of winter in Seoul wasn’t the best idea, as the damn things pipes had frozen.

Thirdly while at work the town hall meeting quickly turned into a crisis meeting when the CFO reported that the social media team posted about a future project that was still in its last stages of contract review with a partnered client.

Absolutely nobody was supposed to know about it yet, let alone the public. The post had immediately been deleted on the company website, but by that time the damage was already done. And even though the mistake hadn’t been done by your team, everyone felt the consequences of that fuck up. As all management was now required to sign off on every little thing that needed to be submitted.

With everyone in crisis mode the only break for the day had been a working lunch and you only had time to stuff your face with what you could get from the cafeteria. You couldn’t even run to the store to grab yourself another charger like you had originally planned that morning. You of course had tried borrowing a charger from your coworker but you were that lone iPhone user in a sea of Samsungs.

During your sorry excuse of a lunch you had received an email from your landlord stating that your boiler needed to be replaced, but it wouldn’t happen until Tuesday. Today was Friday, meaning you would be without hot water for 4 days.

However the final tally that had officially turned this day from a little bad to ALL bad was finding out you would have to stay later at work than you originally planned. You were going to work overtime today so you had already come to terms with that. But with the newest demands of the management team you had to stay back and wait to approve every project and procedures for submission before Monday. You couldn’t even take work home as with the recent leak all remote activity was temporarily suspended.

By the time you left the office you were only able to catch one of the two buses you needed to take home. Korea’s public transport stopped running at 1am. Sure you could have called a cab home, however with your phone being dead you had to walk the last 3km home.

But not before stopping at the convenience store to grab another charger. Or two. You will not be caught slipping again.

Now with everything that happened today this walk home should have helped to clear your mind. And normally it would have. But it only made you realize that you wouldn’t be able to relax in a hot shower when you got home. In fact you probably should figure out where you would be staying instead because there was absolutely no way you were going to survive the weekend and then some with no running hot water.

When you finally entered your apartment you were shocked to find that it was ice cold. “What the hell?”

Slipping off your shoes, you step a few feet into your entryway. Frowning you slowly began to realize that your floor heating system wasn’t on. Grabbing your slippers from the shoe rack you dropped them to the floor and quickly shuffled them on.

Making your way to the bedroom you dropped your things onto and over the back of the couch. Hitting the light switch you peered at your thermostat in confusion. Clicking on one of the up arrows you watched as the thing just continues to flash numbers at you. Something that happened this morning when you realized your hot water wasn’t working.

And with that it was as if a light bulb went off in your head and you couldn’t help but throw your head back in defeat. The boiler controlled all of the hot water, meaning the heating system for your floors. Your apartment not only didn’t have running hot water but also no heat. No heat in the middle of freaking winter.

You lean against your wall and groan, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Your vision began to blur as frustrated tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Closing them you inhaled deeply refusing to allow them to fall. Everything was just a lot right now, but you weren’t going to let this break you. “It’s fine…it’s fine.”

You hold your breath for a few seconds before slowly exhaling. You repeat this step a few times until you can feel your heart rate slow and the overwhelming feeling dissipates. Sniffling you pushed yourself away from the wall and wiped your eyes dry.

“Seriously fuck today.” You chuckle mirthlessly as you shrug off your jacket, dragging your feet to your closet you proceed to come up with a game plan. As you got changed into your lounge wear you tried to ignore the fact you hadn’ showered yet, but you refused to lazy around in your work clothes. You could mentally hear your mother fussing about how outside clothes don’t go on the bed.

While changing you made a mental checklist of things you needed to do. ‘First charge your phone, then figure out a place to stay for the next few days.’

Your stomach gave a violent rumble as you walked back into your living room. “Okay phone, food THEN figure out the living situation.”

——

About twenty minutes later you find yourself wrapped in your coziest throw blanket finishing off a cup of ramyeon while your phone charges on the arm of the couch. The spice of the noodles hits your tongue and you couldn’t help but groan in happiness.

Since moving to Korea you have begun to understand the sudden appeal of instant ramyeon. Yes you had the instant cup noodles back in the states, but nothing really could beat the taste of Korean cup noodles for some reason.

Staring down into the red liquid you narrow your eyes in suspension. “Why are you so addicting…” Though your newfound suspension didn’t stop you from taking another bite.

Your phone buzzed to alert you of a text message, and you glanced at the screen while in mid-slurp. A familiar bunny emoji greeted your eyes and you couldn’t help but smile around the noodles.

“체육관?”

Finishing your bite of noodles you put down the cup on your coffee table and reach for your phone to type back a quick reply.

“What no hi first?”

You watched the ellipsis appear then disappear before a message popped up on your screen.

“안녕. 체육관?”

You rolled your eyes, but stared at the message for a bit. Even though it was late, going to the gym wasn’t a bad idea. You could shower, plus let some of this pent up energy out against a bag.

Typing out a quick reply you run to your bedroom to get yourself together.

“콜 I can be there in 30”

On any normal trip to the gym you’d take the time to choose your fit. But right now your focus is on durability and comfort. A pair of black leggings and compression sports bra. After adjusting the straps you reach for a baggy sweater and throw it on over your head, the ends of the sweater resting at the top of your thighs.

Stepping into your en suite bathroom, you grab a few hair ties and began the routine of securing your coily hair up in a relaxed updo; a hairstyle your older sister liked to call ‘the pineapple’ and you put another hair tie on your wrist. With hair as thick as yours it was always a good idea to carry a spare.

Exiting your bathroom you stop by your closet to collect your pre packed gym tote. Grabbing your gym shoes you stuff them haphazardly into the tote and head to your nightstand to do the same thing with your water bottle.

You can hear your phone going off from its place on your couch. The familiar text tone alerting you of a new message.

Bag secured over your shoulder you grab your phone and charger, making sure to dump the cord into your bag, doing the same thing with your wallet. With your hands semi free you unlock your phone to view your recent message.

“I can pick you up.”

You declined the offer but that instantly had your phone ringing in your hands. Hitting the green circle you also put the device on speaker.

“You live on the opposite side of the gym. It doesn't make sense for you to come get me.”

“But it’s late and the buses aren’t running.” You hear his gruff voice sound over the speakers of your phone and you had to ignore the way your body immediately warmed. This man was off limits and had been the moment he walked into your boxing gym.

———Flashback———

Your lesson was finishing up with your coach and you were working on the bag and was only focused on finishing out the last few reps.

“당신은 일찍 왔습니다, 정국아.”

You heard your coach call out to the person who you assumed just walked into the private gym but you paid them no mind. Instead the moment your last punch landed on the bag you collapsed to the floor mats dramatically in an exhausted heap.

“제가 해냈어요!”

Your coach and the newcomer both chuckled at your display which had you grinning from your place on the floor. You could hear your coach talking more but you didn’t quite understand their conversation. Your Korean was extremely basic, including your grammar. Besides you didn’t really try as it wasn’t right to eavesdrop on others conversation.

Sitting up you crawl your way awkwardly to your gym bag against the wall. Your boxing gloves and arms make the short trip difficult. But you were stubborn as you desperately needed a drink of water. Reaching your hydro flask you popped it open with your teeth and took the most generous pulls from your straw. Groaning when the cool water hits your throat. Room temp water is better after a workout as your body can absorb it easier, but ice cold water turly hits differently .

Putting the bottle down you start working on taking off your gloves. You hear footsteps approaching and you thought it was your coach so you turn to him, but for one it wasn’t your coach. Instead it was someone else entirely. THE Jeon Jungkook of BTS.

“안녕하세요.” You watched as the man shyly bows to you and you quickly scrambled to stand to return his greeting.

“아..안녕하세요.” You awkwardly stuttered back. He proceeded to fire off fluent Korean to you and you were unfortunately only able to catch a few words. You were better than this. Truly you were, but your brain could barely function because of present company. “Umm…I. 저는 한국어를 잘 못해요…죄송합니다.”

The man laughed softly and switched over to English, or at least what English he could speak. However, through the small interaction you were able to find out that Jungkook also took lessons at your gym. He was a bit more advanced than you as he has more training years under his belt. But he still praised you on your form.

———Present———

That meeting had happened well over 8 months ago, your Korean though at the time being basic and his English also the same, you two had become fast friends. Mostly you two hung out at the gym together or you had invited him over for a small LAN party to play Overwatch with some of your friends back home. Of course you never told them exactly who they were playing with. Your friends weren’t that big into Korean music so it was easy for Jungkook to get away with it. But with his demanding schedule it was hard to find time to hang out. Though that didn’t mean you two didn’t talk.

Your text message chain was covered in meme’s and funny TikTok videos you both had sent back to each other over the months. And you two would FaceTime as often as you could. It was an easy friendship. One you had to constantly remind yourself to not take it any further. No matter how attractive, sweet, funny, and annoyingly cute Jungkook was. His status made him off limits. Besides you figured with his job as an idol, he had to constantly deal with people throwing themselves at him. You didn’t want to do that to him, so you made it your mission to never cross that line.

“I’m a big girl Kook, I can take a cab.” You speak into your phone, as you enter the gym’s address into the Kakao taxi app.

“But surge hours.” You heard him whine through the phone. Without even having to see his face you could see the pout and frown combo your friend was no doubt sporting right now. “It is, but it’s already ordered and I’m not wasting money canceling.”

“…완고한.” You didn’t exactly know what he said, even with your Korean having improved but there were still words you didn’t know. But what you did know is that you should take offense to it.

So you did the only thing you could think of. You hung up on him and dropped your device into your bag, and while you were at it you reached for the gym shoes and quickly put them on. Followed by your coat.

Your phone was buzzing violently in your bag to alert you of a phone call, but you ignored it. If he wanted to insult you then he could deal with being ignored for a few moments. You had to head down anyway, your taxi was almost here.

—-

Your coach was actually in the process of leaving for the evening when you arrived. Because the gym was private, sometimes the man allowed some of his VIP clients to use the facilities after hours. By VIP clients what that really stood for was Jungkook. Coach had given him access a while back due to his schedule. And because of your recent friendship with Jungkook, that had meant that by proxy you had access.

“ Y/N아(야) 혼자 운동하기?”

You dropped your gym bag by the wall as you bowed in a greeting to your coach.

“아니요, 정국이 여기 오는 중입니다.”

The older man hummed in acknowledgement at you and advised you to clean up after yourselves when you both were done. You watched the older man wave goodbye to you and you bowed to him wishing him a goodnight.

Now alone you made your way to the sound system and plugged your phone in. You didn’t often get the option to get control of the aux. It was always a first come first serve type of situation. Opening Spotify you hit your workout playlist and the familiar beat of your favorite song comes blasting through the speakers.

With your music now playing you walked over to the side of the gym that had a few yoga mats available for use. Grabbing the thickest one you unroll it and begin a series of warm up stretches. You’re laying down onto your knee for the pigeon pose when Jungkook comes storming in.

“야! 누나!”

You lifted your head and turned it towards the huffing man and stuck your tongue out at him. During your cab ride over you kept ignoring JK’s calls and at first you were just doing it until you got settled into the cab. But the man had started to blow up your phone so you continue to ignore his calls now for the hell of it. All though you were kind enough to text him you were at the gym.

“미안해요.” Though you said it politely, your tone was giving the exact opposite. You watched him roll his eyes and turn around to drop his bag and water bottle next to your things even going as far as discarding his shoes. With his back turned, you allowed yourself a little time to glance over his appearance. He was wearing his typical oversized shirt and sweatpants in his trademark colors. Black. The outfit was simple, but the black seemed to make his tattoo sleeve pop even more.

And his hair, god he started growing out his hair not too long after you two met and it was just so perfect. You wanted to run you fingers through it, hell even braid it and you didn’t even know how to do that. Shaking your head you stare ahead and focus on your warm up. You switch over to the other leg, your back facing him.

With your attention now off of him, you failed to notice the once over he gave your figure. Nor did you see the way his gaze lingered a little longer on your ass.

Jungkook’s fingers flexed a bit as his thoughts began to get away from him. For months he has been dreaming about your ass, your thighs, your chest and don’t even get him started on your belly. He knew you were self conscious about your weight and you had talked with him about it multiple times. And multiple times he had told you there was absolutely nothing wrong, but he did offer to be your gym buddy, help you on your days when you didn’t have the best mindset. And because of this your friendship had grown to what it was today. But Jungkook desperately wanted more and he has every since he first met you.

Your ass had him hypnosis when he had witnessed you crawling across the gym floor. With absolutely no ounce of shame Jungkook had asked his coach about you immediately. The older man might have judged him but Jungkook gave no fucks, especially after he heard the moan you let out when drinking your water. Fuck at that moment he understood why Army always cheered when he would take a water break during concerts. Your plump lips wrapped around the straw made his cock twitch to life in his sweatpants. Jungkook was already so down bad that the possible language barrier between the two of you didn’t even occur to him until after you both started talking.

“So how was your day?” Your voice calling out to him sounded slightly strained as you switched into deep lunges. He was lucky the music was loud because the noise that fell from his lips sounded feral. That pose made your ass look straight up appetizing. Clearing his throat Jungkook turned his back to you when he noticed you started looking over and occupied himself with his hand wraps.

“Busy, had a few schedules, but I have the next couple of days off. How was yours?”

He heard your huff of frustration and he glanced over his shoulder. You looked peeved. Actually now that he was looking at you, he could see how tense you truly were.

You moved into a butterfly pose and started bouncing your knees against the mat. “It fucking sucked. I had to get a new charger because my old one quit working in the middle of the night. Plus my boiler broke, also work was overwhelmingly stupid. I had to stay late and unfortunately I missed my last bus home. I had to walk the last couple of kilometers.” In the middle of your rant you had abandoned the stretch and had begun listing off your grievances by counting on your stiletto manicured fingers.

Jungkook’s brow furrowed more and more as you ranted off to him about your day. You were speaking extremely fast so he was hyperfocusing on the way your glossed lips moved making sure he was picking up every word. Since meeting you his English has improved rapidly. So much so that even Namjoon noticed. But his brain still needed to work overtime to translate your words, so his hands stilled, pausing in his hand wrapping, the purple wraps hanging awkwardly between his fingers.

“집에 걸어갔어요? 온돌이 고장났습니다? Wait….You can’t stay at home with your heat not working 누나.”

You nod your head in agreement with him.”I know, I’m going to look at a hotel to stay in tomorrow. It’ll be fixed on Tuesday.”

”Stay with me.” He was not going to let you go back home to a cold apartment. It was starting to snow when he had pulled up to the building earlier. He watched as you blinked owlishly at him for his statement, your head tilting in confusion in a way he found extremely cute. But he needed you to understand that he was serious.

“I’m serious. Stay with me until your 온돌 is fixed.”

You waved your hands back and forth in front of you and shook your head. “That's sweet of you, but no, it's okay I can stay at a hotel.”

Jungkook shook the purple wraps off his hand and let the fabric fall to the floor by his bag before making his way over to your form. “If you insist on staying in a hotel, fine. But at least come back to mine for the night.”

Your brows shot up in surprise at his sudden approach. You really did find it sweet that he was offering his own home for your benefit. But staying the night with Jungkook even if it was for platonic reasons felt like it was crossing a line. You smiled gently at the man as you declined once again.

“Y/N, just for tonight. It was snowing when I got here and you live on the 5 floor. There is no way you would be comfortable at home tonight.” As if to prove he was serious Jungkook had kneeled down to your level, his wide brown eyes staring deeply into yours.

Your vision jumped back and forth between his eyes before looking away to think. Okay so he had a point. Your plan had been to stay home for tonight and find a hotel to check into the following morning. When you left your apartment the thermostat had shown 12 degrees Celsius. Now with it snowing you could only imagine what the temperature would read.

You cross your arms over your chest and begin to nibble your bottom lip as you got lost in thought. Would it really be okay for you to accept his offer? You’ve never been to his house before, sure he’s been to yours plenty of times, but it was easier to sneak him into your apartment. Jungkook had literal people stalked outside his home 24/7 always hoping to catch a look of the idol. “I..don’t kn-“

”I won’t accept no for an answer Y/N” Jungkook steels his gaze when your eyes shift back to him at his declarations. It didn’t make sense for you to go back home. He had two guest rooms available. He would truthfully prefer you sleeping in his own bed, snuggled up close, but that could come later. He watched as one of your eyebrows ticked upward and an expression he dubbed stubborn defiants took over.

Dropping down fully to the floor Jungkook crossed his legs and settled in for the long haul. Once you had that look on your face it was always hard for him to change your mind. Sometimes he would just give up and let you have your way, but he refused to do that this time. It’s for your own good and his peace of mind.

“I’ll be fine Jungkook, it's for one night. Hell it's like literally just a few hours at this point. I won’t freeze to death.” Though you said this, a miniscule part of your brain did wonder if it was actually possible.

“Aren’t you anemic? You’ve been complaining about how cold you’ve been feeling lately.”

Your eyes shifted to the floor with his statement. So yes you did get cold super easily. You had never been the type of person to sleep with socks on, but more nights you found yourself doing exactly that. In fact your fuzzy sock collection had grown quite quickly over the last couple of months, but you felt that was largely due to the man right in front of you.

“I can’t ask you to d-“

”You aren’t asking, I’m offering.” Jungkook watched as you bite your lower lip and your brows scrunch closer together. He could see your mind physically searching for a way to decline his offer. You might have hung up the phone when he had called you stubborn earlier, but you really were. He admired how fiercely independent you were, but he wanted you to also understand you don’t have to be with him around.

“Y/N, I have a spare bedroom you can stay in for the night. You can sleep in a warm bed and I’ll even make breakfast. I make an amazing egg sandwich.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but the corner of your lips did tug upward into a small smile. You were tempted to say yes, but you still were worried. “ You won’t get into trouble for me spending the night?”

You watched as Jungkook’s eyes dip down your frame and back up to your eyes. And your body warms uncontrollably at the gesture. “누나 I’ve had people crash at mine before.”

You sigh a bit in frustration because that’s not exactly what you meant. Yes you are sure he has had people over, but what about women? You didn’t want him to get into trouble with his company over this. A photo leaking of a woman sneaking into his home in the middle of the night would be a horrible scandal. No matter how innocent it is. “Okay but have you ever had a woman do it? I don’t want this to get you into ‘any’ kind of trouble.”

It was Jungkook’s turn to arch his eyebrow, he watched as you stared at him in genuine concern. He could tell now that what you were really worried about was the possible scandal this could bring, and yes there was a chance you could be caught coming home with him. But he didn’t care about all of that. He was a grown man and he wasn’t going to stop or be afraid to live his own life because of that.

Staring at you for a little longer something else started to occur to him, how innocent did you think he was to not having had a woman stay at his place before. Grinning, he placed his hands behind him and leaned back onto his palms, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You wouldn’t be the first woman to spend the night with me Y/N.” He said as he cocks his head to the side chuckling softly.

You scoff and look away as the warm feeling from before moved to two places. Your face then down to your lower belly. You know he didn’t mean it the way he said it, but you couldn’t help the way your mind wandered. The fantasies you’ve buried deep into the back of your head started coming to the surface.

You feel a nudge against your knee and look down to watch Jungkook’s foot return to the floor. Without hesitation you reach forward and push the man back by his shoulders. “Eww don’t touch me with your feet!”

Jungkook bursts into a giggling mess as he falls back to the floor in a heap. You aggressively started rubbing the back of your hand over where his toe sock covered foot touched. ”I’m definitely going home after that stunt.”

You started to stand but jungkook was faster. Your wrist was within his hand in seconds and he gently pulled you back down to your seated position. At least that had been the plan until gravity set it. Your had corrected your balance trying not to fall into Jungkook, but the man didn’t want you falling to the floor.

You landed awkwardly across his lap. His thighs digging slightly into your stomach. You feel one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your waist stabilizing you. “I’m sorry 누나.”

Jungkook was in absolute heaven. You were laid across his lap in such a way that your ass was almost directly in his face. He had caught you in a way that he could feel exactly how soft and warm your body was against his own and loved it. But he could only hold you against him for so long.

As you began to sit up you felt Jungkook’s hand move from your waist to the other side of your hip in assistance. His hold firm and strong, your heart couldn’t help but flutter. You plop down next to him and you watch as he looks you over clearly checking for injuries. “I’m fine Kook, I practically crushed you. I should be the one saying sorry. Are you okay?”

Jungkook reached over and flicked your forehead. “You could never 누나.”

You hiss in pain and lean away from him rubbing your forehead. Glaring at him past you hands. “Ow, what as that for?”

Jungkook just gives you a look. One that you clearly understand. No negative remarks towards yourself were allowed. Something you both had talked about multiple times.

You watch as Jungkook stands up and stretch his hands high above his head. It took all of your willpower not to drop your eyes to his crotch. “You’ve been practicing Judo with 선생님?”

You continue to pout as your rub your forehead still a little miffed and mumbled a soft yes.

“Then let's spar in the ring. You win, I’ll drive you back home. I win, you stay with me tonight. “ What he didn’t tell you was that if your place did turn out to be too cold he was going to drag you over to his anyway.

You slowly come to your feet next to him, frowning at him deeply. “How is that fair? You are literally a black belt.”

Jungkook smiled cheekily at your comment. And leaned a little into your space. “Scared?”

You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on his cheek pushing his head away from you, “No, I’m being realistic.”

With the momentum of your push he dramatically falls into the direction of the elevated ring tucked into the corner of the gym.

You watch from your place next to your yoga mat as Jungkook slides into the ring and stands up only to lean down on to the black boxing ring ropes, his full weight bouncing lazily on them. “If you can pin me once, you win. But if I can pin you 7 times. I win?”

You walk towards him and place your hands on your hips, your neck tilted back as you look up to him. “I only have to pin you once?”

Jungkook bobs his head up and down in confirmation. You had only been practicing Judo for the last month or so. But your coach had said you did show great promise for it. Which didn’t surprise you in the least. What he didn’t know is that you and your siblings pretended that your living room was a wrestlemania arena when you were growing up. Stone Cold Steve Austin was your literal childhood hero.

“Fine.” You agreed to his terms and started toeing off your shoes. Then your socks as an afterthought. Honestly the deal was a good one. You didn’t really have faith in abilities but 1 out of 7 were good odds.

To be continued…

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Glossary:

체육관: Gym—안녕. 체육관: Hello(informal). Gym—콜: Deal(ex:You have a deal.)—당신은 일찍 왔습니다, 정국아: You came early, Jungkook—제가 해냈어요: I did it—안녕하세요: Hello(Formal)—저는 한국어를 잘 못해요…죄송합니다:I am not good at Korean, I’m sorry—…완고한: Stubborn—Y/N아(야) 혼자 운동하기: Y/N (ending depends if your names ends in vowel or a constant), working out alone—아니요, 정국이 여기 오는 중입니다: No, Jungkook is on his way here—야! 누나: Hey(informal) Older sister(for male)—미안해요: Sorry(formal)—집에 걸어갔어요? 온돌이 고장났습니다?: Did you walk home? Is the ondol(Korean thermostat) broken—선생님: Teacher.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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♡ Sympathy for the Devil ♡

♡ Pairings: mobster!boyfriend!jimin x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: mafia au/angst/smut

♡ Summary: After an arguement with your boyfriend, you set out to get back at him by bringing a date to the restaurant he frequents on a night you know he'll be there. It's a dangerous game, toying with another human life to get your way, but you do love danger, don't you? You wouldn't be looking to make a killer jealous if you didn't.

♡ Word Count: 3.2k

♡ Warnings: appearance of other members (non romantic), dom Jimin w/ switch vibes sprinkled in, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, clit teasing, marking (hickeys), pet names (baby), you're feral for each other, fingering (f receiving), spanking, you give him a lil slap, choking, bathroom sex, possessiveness, jealousy, you're both kinda psychotic, implied murder, & that's it for the list of wholesome things in this fic.

♡ A/N: I'm such a sucker for mafia movies so I have the biggest soft spot for mafia fics. I want to thank @anyamaris for reading this first and encouraging me along the way when I was struggling with writer's block. Idk what I'd do without my #1 cheerleader for my dom Jimin agenda ❤️

Some of the prettiest animals in nature are simultaneously the deadliest. Park Jimin is no exception...

It’s impossible not to be enchanted by him. His face is a heavenly mixture of handsomeness and beauty. The cadence of his voice is like a song you can’t quite get out of your head and just when you think you have it’s back again. It’s all enough to make a girl blind to the blood on his hands.

Falling in love with him made the rest of the world all fuzzy. It blurred out everything. Not just the money laundering or the drug trafficking. To love him, to be loved by him, makes everything else feel like background noise. You've never touched a hard drug in your life but, the way he makes you feel, he must qualify as one.

That’s why you’re here doing the dumbest shit you’ve ever done in your life.

Arguments are inevitable in relationships. But arguments when you’re dating a mob guy? They’re different beasts entirely and it’s a bitch to tame them. Your last argument with Jimin led to you packing a bag and running off to your best friend’s place. In the beginning you never had to question if you came before everything else. You were special to him—at least you thought you were—and he’d stop anything to be with you.

But lately that hasn’t been the case. He’s been replacing his presence in your life with gifts, thinking he can make up for missed dates and lonely nights with designer bags. Maybe the other girlfriends are content with cuddling up to some ugly mink coat in place of their man but you aren’t one of them.

He just can’t seem to get that through his thick skull so you’ve set out to make him. If the death stare he’s giving you across this bustling restaurant is any indication of how your plan’s going, it’s working like a charm. You spent hours styling your hair just the way he likes it. Elegant and sleek, marrying beautifully with the softness of your face.

Your manicured nails are painted a translucent blue that deepens the slightest bit when the light hits it a certain way. The dress you’re wearing accentuates your curves in all the places he loves which, let’s be honest, is everywhere. And your heels, the heels, somehow makes your ass look more perfect than it already is. All of this and you’re sitting at a table having dinner with another man.

You spot Namjoon throwing an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, no doubt leaning in to give him one of his infamous pep talks. "Don’t worry about her” he’s surely saying, “It’s not worth it, man. See, sometimes love is just…” Joon goes on, doing his best to keep his younger brother from doing something stupid but Jimin’s hardly listening. How can he when his blood’s boiling hot enough to eat its way through his flesh?

Every Sunday night the brothers and their girlfriends come here for dinner. The owners, a sweet elderly couple, love them as if they were their own and give them the biggest table no matter how packed it is. This is the one night they get to pretend they’re a normal family. It’s tradition and you don’t fuck with tradition. Everyone knows that. You know that.

“The thing a lot of women don’t understand is that men by nature aren’t monogamous” your date rambles between messy bites of dinner. The man’s not ugly by any means but god is he a pig, in more ways than one. Not that you’re complaining. It’s why you had your best friend set you up with him. Whoever you bought here was no doubt being led to slaughter. Who better than a pig?

A chill runs through you at the ruthlessness of your own thoughts, wiping the smile from your face. Looking up, Jimin captures you in his gaze, the death glare replaced with a look of childlike amusement. It’s as if the smile had fled from your face to find its new home on his, taunting you from afar. What’s he smiling for? You’re not foolish enough to think it’s for anything good.

“I was thinking, it’s kinda loud in here. Wanna go to my place?” your date asks, his poor attempt at getting laid tonight falling on deaf ears.

Jimin stands up, slipping out of his suit jacket as he does so. Rolling up the sleeves of his pressed dress shirt, he leans to whisper something in Yoongi’s ear. Yoongi pours him a shot and he knocks it back like it’s nothing. The rest of the table watches on, concerned but doing their best to carry on dinner as usual. Their collective heart rate increases but none more than yours.

Maybe you hadn’t really thought this one out. Noticing the color drain from your face, your date reaches out to touch your hand. “Don’t!” you snap, jumping up from your seat. “I’m sorry. I just need a second.” Jimin’s halfway across the dining room when you flee toward the bathroom, nearly knocking into some poor innocent waiter in the process.

Navigating your way through the halls, you scramble to find a way out. You’ll tell the guy you’re sick. That’s it. Say you’re not feeling too well, must be the food or something, and send him on his way. Pretend this never happened.

“Beautiful dress, darling” an older woman smiles as she leaves the bathroom. You dash in before the door closes behind her, peeking your head back out to avoid being rude. “Thank you!” you shout after her, quickly shutting the door and hurrying to the sink to splash some water on your face.

“Snap out of it” you whisper, flicking specks of icy water at the makeup you worked tirelessly to apply. “Maybe…maybe he won’t do anything, right? We’re in public. He wouldn’t—” You force a weak, pained smile at the girl staring back at you in the mirror. “Who are you kidding?” you groan, burying your face in your hands, “He’s gonna kill him.”

“But you knew that already, didn’t you?” sighs a voice that is distinctively not yours. Your hands drop from your face and there Jimin is, standing in the doorway with that same smile on. The one he’d so brutally ripped from your face. And here you are, shivering like a child too afraid of the monster under the bed to make a run for it.

In all your panic you could’ve sworn you locked the door when, in fact, you’d done no such thing. If he’d knocked you would’ve had to open it anyway—you’ve never been great at saying no to him—but at least you would’ve given yourself a fighting chance. Nothing to stress your pretty little head about. Jimin steps in, easing the door closed, and you hear a sharp click. It’s locked now.

The heels of his black Louboutin shoes tap against the polished tile as he approaches the sink. Your heart jumps with each tap, the sound growing unbearably louder the closer he gets. Jimin brings his arms around your waist, holding you as only lovers do, “You want me to hurt him, don’t you? Want me to break every bone in his body to show you how much I love you?” His full lips brush against your neck, soft tongue running along the surface of your skin like the head of a match ready to light up with dazzling flames.

Your eyes are glued to the mirror, watching helplessly as his hands skate up and down your body, fingertips ghosting your most sensitive areas. His touch is a truth serum, forcing you to betray yourself and lay your motives bare. “You protect the things you love, Jimin. I only wanted to know if I was still one of them. Even if that meant…” you shudder at the thought. “We get what we want by any means. That’s what you taught me, isn’t it?”

Jimin grins, locking eyes with your reflection as he inches your dress up to reveal your pillowy thighs. “Aah but you already have me. I let you throw your little tantrum but I’ll never let you go. You know that.” His fingers dip between the warmth of your thighs, teasing your clit through your panties.

“So why?” he whispers, his other hand coming up to lovingly stroke your neck, “Why would you try to embarrass me?”

You part your lips to speak but your words are forced back down by the sudden pressure applied to your windpipe by his hand. All that escapes are broken words and hushed gasps for air. The light abandons his eyes, that boyish charm he so effortlessly wields burning to ash as you squirm in his grip. You kick your legs to get free but it only serves to give him the room he needs to tear your panties to the side, the pads of his fingertips dripping with your arousal as they glide through your folds.

He loosens his grip on your neck and you manage to rasp out “Mmm…sorry…didn’t mean” before you’re plunged back into silence. Curling his fingers against your entrance, he sinks one into your core. A single digit pumping into needy walls that are already clenching in anticipation of the next one. Snatching your head back, he kisses you like he hates you. Hates you so much that he loves you. Loves you so much that he hates you. A cycle, endless and all consuming, that neither of you can break from.

“Prove it to me” he demands between your lips, plunging another finger into you, “Bend over and show me how sorry you are.” Your back arches, bringing your soft ass flush against his bulge. You press back into him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass each time his fingers slam into your core. Jimin sneaks a glimpse at the mirror to watch the way your body jiggles from the motion. Thighs trembling, tits rocking in sync with the harsh movements of his wrist.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby.” Jimin slips his hand away from your neck, drenched fingers abandoning your pussy to apply sharp, wet slaps to your ass.

Spinning around to face him, you land an equally sharp slap across his face, “Choke me like that again and I’ll rip your head off.”

If the burning of your palm is any indication, you know you hit him hard but he’s unphased. He's actually smiling, licking his lips at you like you’re the most delicious thing in this restaurant. He sweeps you off of your feet, setting you down on the sink, “So. Fucking. Pretty.”

The marble’s even colder against your bottom than it was your hands but you don’t give a shit. Jimin’s tongue’s down your throat as he pushes your dress up, ripping away what was left of your panties. That’s the only thing you give a shit about.

“Jimin!” you giggle, tugging at the zipper on his pants, “You’re gonna make me fall.”

Hooking his arms behind your knees, he spreads your legs, pushing them to your chest. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let you fall.”

“Promise?” you pout, fingertips tracing the veins along his length.

They pulse and twitch as he raises his hips, dragging the underside of his cock between your folds. “I promise. I won’t—aah, shit, baby” he moans, his cock glazed in your arousal without having even been inside of you yet. “I didn’t know you missed me that much.”

You grab onto his shirt, the cotton knotted in your fists as you bask in the feeling of the head brushing your clit. “I did. Missed you so much” you mewl, guiding him to your entrance. Jimin peppers your cheeks with kisses, pushing into you. Filling you. Claiming you. “I, mmphh, missed, fuck, missed you too” he confesses, each word emphasized by thrusts that have you wanting to climb every wall in this bathroom.

When it comes to women Jimin’s told more lies than he can remember but never with you. He misses you and he means it, misses you so much that it hurts. Not just because you take his cock so well, somehow managing to look majestic when you’re being fucked up against this mirror. But because he feels incomplete without you.

Before you all he knew was violence and greed, constantly chasing power that would never be enough. Always needing more. He often wondered how much money it would take, how many buried enemies, to fill the emptiness that’s haunted him for as long as he can remember. And then you came along—the girl whose eyes twinkle as she stares up at him, your entire body calling out his name—and he had his answer.

All he needed to cure that emptiness, rid him of the nagging feeling that something’s missing, was you. But men like him have an image to maintain. In this world people come to know you for things, fear you for them, and you can’t let them think you’re soft. Not for a second. Not if you want to get what you want. “We get what we want by any means”. That is what he told you but nothing’s worth having if it’s by way of losing you.

Dragging you to the edge of the sink, heart thumping out of his chest from how tightly you’re clenching, he whispers into your open mouth, “Come home. I’m in hell without you. Everything’s so…so empty. Just say you’ll come back to me. Say it.”

“I-I’ll come back home. Fuck, I’ll go the moon if you want me to” you pant, watery eyes sending mascara streaming down your cheeks. You tug harder at his shirt, sending a button or two clinking into the mirror. He’s in you so deep, hitting every spot like only he knows how, that you’re ready to explode. Implode? One or the other. Maybe both.

Jimin laughs, his tongue grazing yours, “You wanna go to the moon, baby? Hold onto me. I’ll take you.”

Knowing better than to doubt him, you throw your arms over his shoulders and hold on like your life depends on it. The sink creaks beneath you as he fucks harder into a pussy that just won’t stop leaking for him. You lose control of your body. All of it belongs to him, as it should. You make no attempts at denying yourself the ultimate satisfaction when it hits. Your lips crash together as you climax, your moans, bordering on screams, pouring onto his tongue.

He eagerly devours them, returning some of his own as your walls spasm wildly, milking the cum from his swollen tip. Your cunt wants every drop of it and he’s determined to give it to you. Fill you up until it’s dripping out of you, making your thighs warm and sticky with his seed. Your body gives out and he tucks an arm behind you, sticking to his promise not to let you fall.

Staring up at the ceiling, you’re sure you see space, stars twinkling before your eyes as you float there, completely weightless. Jimin’s lips meet your heaving chest, suckling at your silky skin to leave hickeys along your collarbone.

“Mine. All mine” he repeats, “Love you so much.”

You run your fingers through his hair as he marks you, letting yourself get lost in the moment. “I love you too.”

“Excuse me, sir. You’re holding up the bathroom” a comically high pitched voice says, tapping at the bathroom door. Jimin drags himself upright, knowing the voice too well. “You okay?” he asks, shuffling to make you both look presentable. He tries to fix your dress but there’s no use, he’s stretched it out more than he has you.

“Baby, it’s fine” you giggle, shooing him away, “I got it.”

Jimin unlocks the door, snatching it open to reveal precisely who you both expected. “Thank god!” Jungkook cheers, rushing into the bathroom and over to the toilet. “Whose idea was it to have one bathroom here, man? I’ve had to piss for like—” Reading the look on Jimin’s face, he follows his gaze over to the sink where you sit buzzed off of the afterglow with your tattered panties at your feet.

Jungkook grins, looking you both up and down, “Safe to say you two are having a good night, huh?”

Jimin hits Jungkook in the back of the head, walking over to help you down from the sink. He holds you close to him, kissing you as he steers you towards the door. “Is it done?” Jimin asks over his shoulder but you don’t hear Jungkook’s response. It’s drowned out by the symphony of sounds that assault you as you venture back out into the restaurant, Jimin’s arms still holding you tight. Scanning the restaurant you spot the table you were at with your date but now there’s another couple there.

“Long time no see!” Jin says, jumping up to hug you. His girlfriend follows behind, hugging you like she hasn’t seen you in years. “Come sit with me” she insists, noticing your disheveled appearance, “I’ll fix you right up. I have everything in my purse.” You settle into the chair beside her and she goes straight to work cleaning the mascara from your face.

Jimin sits beside you, an arm draped over the back of your chair, and watches attentively as you get your makeup done. “Nice to have you back” Taehyung smiles, pulling something from under the table and passing it to you. Jimin sets them down before you—your jacket and your purse. You’d forgotten them at the table when you fled to the bathroom.

“Uh, thanks, I—” you stutter, cut off by Hoseok’s sudden reappearance at the end of the table. You’d seen him earlier but hadn’t noticed his seat was empty when you returned. He tries to play it off, hide it behind a smile, but he’s out of breath, utterly exhausted from something. The men glance around the table at each other. It’s a silent conversation you know you shouldn’t be in on.

“Jimin” you whisper, when you’re sure you aren’t interrupting, “Where’s…”

Jimin casually pours you both a drink, presenting you with a glass of wine. “Where’s who?”

“The guy that I was…”

“The guy that you were what, baby?” he asks, brow crinkling as he feigns ignorance. “You’ve been here with me all night, haven’t you?” He turns to the rest of the table who all seem to share his collective memory loss. “Hasn’t she?”

“Absolutely.”

“Yeah.”

“Been here all night.”

“See? Now enjoy your drink and finish getting your makeup done” he coos, kissing you on the cheek.

Just like that, everyone resumes their conversations like it’s any other Sunday night dinner. You take a sip of your wine, the post-orgasm haze finally lifts from your brain, and all of the pieces come together in your mind. You shake the truth away, opting instead for the constructed reality necessary to pretend you just didn’t get a man killed.

What date? What guy? You’ve been here all night with Jimin. The man you came here with. The man you’ll leave here with. The man you love too much to ever run away from again. Unless, of course, you want to raise the homicide rate.

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candywife333 · 2 months ago

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Do It Like Me

Pairing: Jungkook singer x chubby y/n

PART 2 of Places You Never Were

(I will also be writing a continuation if you guys want one, but otherwise, this is the last official part😆) Not edited as usual

Triggers: sad feelings, crude words and description, intense unrequited love, mild yandere activity?, smut, twist at the end

I was going in circles, mentally. Was it even necessary that I care about him at this point? That something in me still felt bad even after everything he did to me. All after he used me, made me a shriveled husk of myself , and then dropped me.

I remember the last time I saw him in person at that award show a while back. He looked prideful at the time, dark eyes glinting with latent arrogance, maximal self assurance in who he was and what he had achieved as a singular entity . He had acted as though I had never existed. He had not even acknowledged that some person in his life had gone the extra miles for him to become who he was that day onstage.

I thought I had a choice in the matter. Unfortunately, I was still tight with Jimin and he came into the studio as he occasionally does one day. He ran in, eyes rimmed with red and slightly damp, "Did you hear what happened to Kook Y/N? He's in the hospital and we are all so scared. What if he can't recover? He has broken his legs Y/N!! Tibia fractured in multiple places". He looked so distraught , lips downturned in a pout as though he were going to start balling right this minute.

Sighing, I got up, ambling over to give him a hug. "He will be alright Jimin, he always is. It may take him a long recovery time, but don't doubt that he will recover. You guys should be there for him at this time". Jimin nodded vigorously, tears still dripping from his eyes as he wiped them with his hands. His arms encircling my waist to hug me back. I patted his back gently. His muffled cries died down as I continued to cradle him in my arms, rocking rhythmically back and forth ever so slightly to soothe him.

"Y/N, why do you always give the best hugs? It always feels like coming home". I get startled at his candid assessment. "Umm, not sure" , I chuckle. "I am glad you feel that way. That I can be some comfort to you".

Jimin smiled a watery grin, "You are the only reason I have a career this big. I never dreamed of it you know. You made a far-off dream for me, a reality". I smile back at him sheepishly, "Don't keep praising, you know I hate it. Especially when most of it was your own efforts anyway--your artistry and skills".

His embrace tightened around me, his breath ghosting my bare midriff. I froze, my shirt had actually lifted up as I had gone in for a hug. He didn't move away. His lips almost touched my bare skin. I shivered as the faint imprint of his lips seared my skin. He murmured, "It was all you. If you never believed in me, if you never came into my life--I would have nothing, would be nothing. And it really doesn't help that I found you so sexy and gorgeous from the time I first entered the studio to record the album. You wouldn't believe what I have done without you knowing. I feel guilty about it at times, but the temptation of you is too much to resist".

I was so taken aback, I croaked out in bewilderment, "What have you done that you feel guilty about"? He turned his smooth cheek towards me, his soft face indented into my rounded bare belly, making me gasp aloud at the sensation, his plump lips burrowing into my belly button. "What are you doing Jimin", I yelped in shock. Shock and something else--a feeling I couldn't place a warm treacly feeling spreading through my pelvis.

He said in a rather matter in fact tone, "I feel so guilty because ever since I saw you, I attempt to forget your face because you pop up in my mind every time I try to go to sleep, every time I am randomly going through my life. On stage, at a cafe, when I am recording, when I am at dance practice. And you know what? This slow torture, I don't want it to end. I want to be thinking about you all the time. Want to submerge myself in you, become one with you. And you know how you let me into your house one time to water the house plants when you were away"?

I nodded, remembering the time I had a meeting with producers in America, leaving him responsible to keep track of the house plants. He continued stuttering," w-w-well", gulping again to wet his mouth , "I may have stolen some articles of clothing. sp-pecifically your cherry studded panties".

I stand there in a stupor. What was he confessing to? "You...took them for what reason"? And that's when I felt his hands unzip my skirt slowly...cold a/c air hitting my thighs as his lips dragged down my skin from my belly button down to the elastic band of my panties. He mouthed out his response onto my skin, "Because I am addicted to your scent. Because I am addicted to you. Your smile, your body, you. And I wanted to know what you smelled like down there. I always catch your scent when I hug you or sit next to you and after getting high on that..obsessed with that.....I wanted to know what the woman I love smells like in the place that I want to be solely mine, only mine".

I shake, teetering on a fine edge when his teeth skate across the fabric of my panties. "And you know what Y/N , I became obsessed with that scent as well. And now if I don't get my fix, I lose it. So easily. I need to breathe you in because you are the only thing that makes sense in my life".

I try to pull away, put distance- "but Jimin, you don't know me that well. And how can you get addicted to something you smelled one month ago , on one occasion. Not to mention how gross an invasion of ". Before I could finish , he cut me off, his plump pink lips nestled at my nether lips, mouthing into the fabric of my panties, "Why did you think I always seeked you out at your house after that? Coming over to eat food with you , needing help with music composition. I needed to be close to you. I still crave you so badly. I used those panties up, getting off to your fragrance every day for a solid week. But I am done sneaking around, taking a trip to your dirty laundry basket to steal your panties. I want it from the source now, not anywhere else" .

And with that statement puncturing the tense air, he gently dragged his mouth down my panties and smothered my nether lips with his pillowy lips, dragging them into his wet mouth, sucking at my folds. I groan , "Jimin don't". But he doesn't comply, nibbling at my folds like he's eating at a five star buffet. His lips suctioning my clit as he squeezes my fleshy hips gently, "It's mine Y/N let me have it. I have been dreaming about it for a whole year now. Make my dreams come true again, please".

I moan helplessly as he devours me.

A strange detail hits me, "Jimin, were you the one who randomly deposited money into my account, 100k dollars throughout this whole year? The amounts that randomly showed up in my account "?He chuckles , his rumbly low voice making me even wetter frustratingly enough, "Wouldn't want my woman to feel tight on money. Now would I? I know you earn well enough now for yourself. But I wanted you to go on that vacation to the Maldives you have been planning for a while now. Wanted to make sure you have everything you could possibly dream of".

And the merciless thought tore through my psyche, when was the last time someone had cared about me and my dreams? I couldn't however maintain a coherent stream of thought as he lavished my core with attention, slurping, sucking, licking -teething at my folds as though he couldn't ever get enough. Like he wanted to drown in me. He gripped me like he couldn't bear the thought of me leaving him.

I fell apart, my knees failing me, as he lowered me into his lap, and he continued sniffing at my neck as he grips me in a tight vise. Licking his lips, he looks me straight in the eyes, "Delicious darling. Let me have that every morning, and I can a die a happy man". Still in a torpid state from his sexual attentions , obsessive declarations , I beseech him ,"You do know how Jungkook used me right? I don't know if I can go through that again Jimin. I can't trust men anymore".

He lazily grinned, "Don't trust men darling. Trust me. I won't let you go, I can't". His eyes shine with a beguiling glint, "He was a fool to lose you. But I am so glad he did. Because I couldn't make you mine otherwise".

And somehow, he convinced me to come with him to see Jungkook in the hospital. As we walked in, I saw Jungkook cringe in pain as a nurse was cleaning one of his wounds. His legs were both wrapped in long casts as he lay on the bed. Jungkook looked at me in surprise, a momentary smile blending into a frown on his face, "I didn't think you would want to come see me after all I have done to you".

I walked to his bedside, sighing I proclaim ,"Regardless of what you did, you were severely injured. I wanted to come to see and reassure you. You can recover from this Jungkook, as difficult as it may feel in the moment".

As I stood in front of Jimin, I didn't see what I should've seen. Jimin smiled as he said with a peculiar look in his eye, "Exactly what Y/N said Kook. You can recover from this". He paused as he continued, "And don't worry about Y/N. She has me now to take care of her. She always did, she just didn't know it before".

Jimin looked at Jungkook with an imperceptibly cold glint in his eyes, "Should've been careful Kook , would've avoided this accident if you were more mindful of your actions".

He whispered inaudibly to himself, "If only you knew your fate was unavoidable". A half smile lingered on his face. Jungkook and I didn't notice anything amiss as I walked over to cut some fruits for Jungkook to eat.

Jungkook conversed with Jimin as I cut the fruit. "When were you into Y/N Minnie? I didn't see this coming". He asked the query with a curious lilt. Jimin replied casually, stroking my hip as he responded, "Some of us realize our dreams once we meet someone pivotal in our lives. And that was Y/N for me".

Jungkook pushed on with a strange intensity in his eyes, "And when did you meet Y/N"? Jimin now gripped my hip possessively as he smirked, "I met her before you met her. When she was helping grade our composition assessments as trainees".

I chortled in surprise, "I don't remember you Jimin. How did you remember me? I must've barely been there, that assessment lasted half an hour that time. Plus I was dressed in a dumpy black hoodie".

Jimin looks at me with all the fervor of someone in the throes of joy, as if he was reminiscing something only he knew, " I remembered you Y/N because you were the single most beautiful and warm hearted person I had encountered in this city till then. And that hasn't changed Y/N".

I smiled back at him, he was so sweet, so kind and giving. I walked out of the room to use the bathroom ,excusing myself as Jimin kissed me briefly on the lips.

The door closed behind me.

Jungkook pressed on, "And how did I end up in the hospital Jimin"? Jimin nonchalantly poured himself a glass of water. "What are you saying Jungkook? You know how you ended up here. You were drunk and driving".

Not even glancing around the room once, Jungkook continued with his dark eyes narrowing, "Tell me Jimin. How did I end up here"?

Jimin smiled mysteriously, "You should know that better than me Jungkook. Just like how you should know how you fucked that dancer behind Y/N's back when you guys used to date. Just like how you know you cheated on her".

Jungkook looked like he was about to hyperventilate, give into hysterics-- like he had finally pieced something together that had evaded him for years, like it clicked all at once.

"Jimin, why did you introduce that dancer to me at the time when you knew I was with Y/N. Why did you tell me that I should experience new things. That I didn't need a long term girlfriend at that stage in our careers. That we should taste the rainbow before settling".

Jimin beamed at him, leaning in to drawl, "Temptation is ever present. I never forced you to take my suggestion. Not my fault you decided to succumb. So much for your fidelity".

Jungkook's face contorted into fear, "You planned this, didn't you? This was all part of your elaborate plan to get Y/N for yourself".

Jimin sniggered, "Plan? Me? I don't plan Jungkook, I dream and execute. And you know what Jungkook? Mere dreamers aren't winners. You have to fight for what you want. What do you think I dreamed of since we joined as trainees"?

Jungkook's mind was swamped in confusion as he asked ,"What was your dream"?

Jimin wrinkled his eyes into a wide grin, "My dream was always Y/N. Whatever I dream of, I always get it. Fame is a cruel mistress, but my Y/N isn't. I was in the background of her life, but not anymore".

I came back into the room, smiling at them, not sensing the strange tension that had developed. "What were you speaking to Jungkook about Jimin"?

Jimin got up to move closer to me and Jungkook's knuckles clutched the hospital bed sheets so hard they turned white. In a calm, intimate tone he says melodically "I was just waiting for you darling. Like I always do". He looked at Jungkook briefly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lush lips.

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rkive There are certain scents and textures that evoke feelings of home, like the smell of fresh laundry or the aroma of a hearty soup simmering on the stove on a cold day. These sensations not only bring warmth, but also a sense of comfort and nostalgia. If it were possible to embody that feeling of warmth and comfort in a person, for me, that person is you. Although we've only known each other for a short time, every touch and shared laugh has filled me with a sense of comfort and ease. I've yet to find the words to adequately express these emotions, but for now, I'll simply say that you bring me that feeling of belonging and magnitude to you.

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hobicakess · 1 year ago

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tell us tell us

If u don't like mxm sorry not sorry

just thinking thots of you and jimin on your knees in front of namjoon. . . tongues lapping at at one anothers. . . and joons throbbing. . .

nastyy grown ppl stuff under the cut

He's twitching you both feel it, playful giggling and teasing kisses causing the man above the two of you stomach to clench and tighten trying not to let his thighs start trembling from pleasure. His pretty babies, flushed, gorgeous and slutty taking turns swallowing his cock, kissing and biting at his thighs. He didn't know where to look, put his hands or if he should force your head down because he fed up with the constant teasing of the thick head of his cock. You pop off lewdly, spit glistening on your thick lips as you go and kiss Jimin. Everything was just so messy and nasty. . . and he loved it. His own hand reaches down to stroke his cock watching you two parts, tongues out and ready. With a groan his thick and heavy load lands onto his stomach, and both of your faces. You and Jimin giggle as he tugs you both up with him leading the sloppy three-way kiss. The sound of the door opening causes you three to part ways seokjin stands in the doorway with a shake of his head.

"When I said entertain them this isn't what I meant.."

#bts x black reader #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader #seokjin x reader #bts drabble #bts x fem!reader #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #kim namjoon x reader #park jimin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #bts poly au #ot7 x reader #bts x chubby reader

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forthechubbies · 1 year ago

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Bts-Our little Wife {Mafia Au} {M} I II III IV V VI

Namjoon’s Flower boys {M} I II

Bts-What’s wrong with secretary Park I II

Jk’s Mommy Virgin {M} I

#bts imagines #bts taehyung #bts jeongkook #bts x fem!reader #bts x chubby reader #bts series #yandere bts #bts x reader #bts poly x reader #yandere bts x chubby reader #yanderebts

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the-princess-of-bimbos · 9 months ago

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Okay so I’ve been writing for anime for a while and I just wanted to let you guys know that I do Kpop as well js sayin 🤗

#chubby reader #plus size reader #kpop x reader #kpop x chubby reader #kpop #kpop bg #stray kids #bts #enhypen #nct #x black fem reader #x black reader

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whrfchnn · 1 year ago

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୨⎯ 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧 ⛧

彡 EACH ! fic will come with its own warning!

♱ kim namjoon ♱ kim seokjin ♱ min yoongi ♱ jung hoseok ♱ park jimin ♱ kim taehyung ♱ jeon jungkook

#ta3baee's work #ta3baee speaks #bts #bangtan x reader #bts x reader #bts x plus size reader #bts x chubby reader #bangtan x female reader #bts x fem chubby reader #bts x fem!reader #K-pop x reader #bangtan sonyeondan #plus sized reader #chubby fem reader

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iveneverbeenhere · 26 days ago

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💌Love💌

Summary: Namjoon feels down. So you help him out.

Genre: Fluff‼️‼️‼️these bitches in LOVE‼️angst(?), barely, Namjoon is just upset because of the military. Nothing new. Also there’s like a kid, but it’s not yours. Namjoon wishes it was tho. He’s over and under stimulated as my mutual described lmao. Fem! Black reader x Namjoon

A/N: This was supposed to be short and sweet but now it’s been over a week and it’s over 1K in words🧍🏾‍♀️. Based off @littlelunababi ‘s post. So, bless their beautiful brain. I don’t know exactly how to feel about this fic other than she needs to LEAVE.

Namjoon has been depressed lately; the military, unconsciously, had made its primary mission to suck the life and soul out of him. He finally got a brief rebrief from his station, so you took it upon yourself to cheer him up.

He scrolls lazily on his phone, looking at the attraction; he sees pictures of furniture hanging from the ceiling, kaleidoscopes, and a floating cube underneath glowing people’s reviews.

“Remind me about this place?”

You grab a Ziploc bag and place your sandwich in carefully so as not to let it fall apart. You pull out two cold waters from the fridge and store them in your purple picnic bag, answering him matter-of-factly.

“It’s a museum of illusions. Everything in it is a trick of the mind and eye.”

You pack in a little bag of chips and zip up the bag slowly, adding a cheeky mumble of, “It’ll be good for you.”

He doesn’t question you.

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You both arrived at the museum smoothly, with you driving and Namjoon taking rein of the aux. You paid for the tickets despite his insistence and pulled him to the curated sea of wonders. Anti-gravity rooms that made him feel nauseous; rooms that made his 6 '0 foot stature look like nothing while your shorter self looked giant. An illusion that made it look like his head was on a platter, which amused you enough to say:

“You should use this for your next music video.”

He responds by giving you a dimpled smile and cataloging it for later in his mind. They were simple, fun distractions; things to calm his overworked brain for a fleeting moment; however, it didn’t stop completely. In the distortion room, he felt something shift. Both of you standing across from each other, having each other's features placed onto one another, left him breathless. He had always thought in a way you were mirror images of each other; maybe, even more than that. Maybe something more cosmic. Perhaps part of your souls had been separated at birth and had only become full once you both had met; seeing your dark fox-like eyes and full lips reflect on his rounded nose and arched brows—it felt otherworldly. It felt right.

“Namjoon.”

His eyes remain glazed over, looking at the way your eyes shift so naturally on his face, as if they were always meant to be there.

“Namjoon.”

He sees the way your mouth moves in place of his and subconsciously raises his eyebrows to match the way your, his lips move; gently furrowed brows, raising lightly with each syllable that clicks in your shared teeth.

“Namjoon!”

He phases back into reality.

“Yeah?”

“Where were you?” You ask gently; there’s no true accusation in your voice, maybe a hint of annoyance, but it’s to be expected with someone like him.

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head when he looks at you standing beside the illusion. He only sees himself and a panel of zig-zag mirror reflections giggling back to him. He replies a little exasperated, looking down with a half smile.

“Y’know, I don’t even know.”

You can’t muster anything but a sigh.

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He feels the same shift with the infinite hall of mirrors. He feels as if he sees something deeper than an optical illusion. He feels he sees your past, present, and future. The you from yesterday in your sweats and bonnet; the little girl that had your eyes when you showed him your family photographs. He swears in one of the multiple images of you both that he can see the ghost of a little girl standing beside you; she has your coiled curls and bright eyes, but when she smiles, he can see his dimples. He feels if he reaches his hand out enough, if he could just graze upon his other selves’ fingers, he could meld them all together; he could dissolve them perfectly, bringing them all to this moment.

“Baby, we are not supposed to touch it.”

He feels you touch his arm firmly to ground him, preventing him and his reflections from that cosmic meeting. He looks down at the small sign near the mirror with printed font saying “DON'T TOUCH THE GLASS.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He says sheepishly, looking down as if he offended the mirror personally. He looks to your side, seeing the little girl who looked so much like you both run back to her frantically worried mother; he knows that she wouldn’t come to you, but it crawls under his skin a bit. It doesn’t feel completely right. You follow his gaze, laughing slightly.

“Cute kid.”

“Yeah..”

He finally rests his arm down to his side slowly, feeling his mind rekindling with his body; with your arm following suit, you look at him with a glint of knowing worry hidden in curiosity.

“What’s on your mind?”

He pauses softly, looking at your endless selves in the mirrors.

“You think we’re together in every life?”

You chuckle softly at him.

Eventually, you both leave the museum hand in hand. He sighs a bit fussily; he’s not truly ready to end the day.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

He says yes swiftly.

A small drive occurs in comfortable silence; eventually, ending with you taking refuge at an abandoned lot. You unbuckle yourself to sit on the rear back of the car, eating the food you had brought. You quickly urge Namjoon to do the same under the threat of eating everything yourself. He follows you and the food loyally, but sitting on the back of the car feels unsafe for Namjoon; his gangly, destructive limbs itching to make him fall and crash onto the soft grass, but he keeps stable for the most part. You sit comfortably, only shifting occasionally to come under the blanket you had brought.

“Want some more?” You nudge the small purple jar toward him. The savory smell of kimchi jjigae hit his nose like a slightly strong pat from a friend. He shakes his head softly, removing his attention from you to take another bite of his sandwich. You shrug loosely, closing the jar not to let the stew get cold. Namjoon takes a deep sigh, looking up at the full moon eclipsing you both in a faint off white glow.

“I’ve missed this.”

You sigh as he did with a deep contentedness that, if peeled underneath a bit, reveals an unanswered yearning; something that Namjoon knows all too well. You’re both cut from the same cloth.

“Yeah.”

He looks at you as he sees you trace out the nonexistent constellations with your nebulous eyes and thinks: I’m so lucky; Namjoon always thinks he’s lucky. He’s lucky to be alive, he’s lucky to grow and change. He’s lucky to be in BTS and be so loved; however, with you, he feels the luckiest, because he loves you.

“You’re divine.”

You hum soft and slow, as if savoring the sound on your tongue. You lean your head on his shoulder, shivering lightly; observant as Namjoon is, he grasps the blanket in his hand and casts it around your shoulder; his arm envelopes you, bringing you closer to his large frame.

“I mean it. You’re like…my reason.”

Your eyes flutter closed. Namjoon looks at your peaceful form with a level of mischievous fondness. You’ve never been good at handling his poetics, but it was late; the night hung the amorous moon, and coquettish stars out, influencing his skittish mind to proclaim his every love-rattled thought to you.

“…I think you’re the truth, yknow? I thought that I’d have to like, to wait like..a 10, 20, 50 years for the truth, but you just are it. The truth.”

You look at him leisurely. You scoff faintly; it has no real bite behind it. He continues in his ministrations, clearly in one of his moods.

“Words can’t, um—can’t describe it. Not really. It's like…trees grow into the ground…the sun rises with the moon..and the world turns; you’re the truth, the reason, the dream, so to speak.”

You nod, languidly.

“How do I say…you’re…you’re–you’re everything. Not cause you’re sexy, although you are. It’s your mind; your aspect..?”

He takes a tentative pause, furrowing his brows.

“Personality. That’s the word. Your mind, personality, and wit. It’s all real. It feels more real than anything…at least to me. I know people might disagree. Everyone has different opinions, thinks they know better like “oh, this and that” but that’s all bullshit. You’re my person. My pride. My love, so I think that's…that’s something.”

He finally looks back at you, finding your eyes filled with an intimate warmth that he knows that only the two of you share. You speak slowly, teasingly.

“You done?”

He chuckles huskily, leaning his head down to lightly bump your foreheads together; from this angle, you can see his lashes kiss his face like a careful lover. His arm squeezes you firmly, clicking your bodies together like puzzle pieces.

“Yeah. I am.”

You look out at the night sky like an old woman looking at the vision of a lost lover, sighing slightly.

“It’s so odd, isn’t it?”

He looks at you with a subtle mix of bliss and disquiet; He always worries too much.

“You’re saying all this, and then you’re gonna leave back tomorrow. I won’t see you for another couple months, even though we'll both be in Korea. Right now, physically, you’re here. I’m here. We’re in the same place, but soon enough, we'll be separated.”

You look at him softly, your eyes shining with a faith melancholy. He looks back, speaking softly, beneath that softness, a hint of bitterness arises; the kind he unconsciously tries to suppress, so as not to become as violate as he knows he can be.

“I hate the military.”

You bust out laughing, tipping your head back slightly.

“Let's get home before I can’t drive us.”

Namjoon smiles at you fondly as you both slide off the rear end.

“Ok.”

You stop momentarily to look at him, smiling faintly.

“By the way,”

He stops in front of you giving you and your words his full attention.

“I do think we’re together in every life.”

He smiles sweetly at you, grabbing your hand with a soft squeeze. He couldn’t ask for a better day.

Divider credits to @k1ssyoursister

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zerooclockbaddie · 2 months ago

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Friendly Match: Part 2 of 2

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Idol!Jungkook X BlackFemReader(plus sized reader)

Warnings: FILTH. SMUT. Unprotected sex(wrap it up). JK is obsessed with Reader including her body. JK is a munch(cunnalingus). Sparring.(Manhandling, wrestling, Judo). Dryhumpping. Choking(HAHAHA). Rough Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Spit kink. Reader has a potty mouth, but so does JK. JK is a little shit. Gym Sex. Semi-Public Sex. Dom JK. Sub reader (Likes to put up a fight though). . Biting. Bratty Reader. Reader gives off independent black woman vibes.Slight Noona Kink(if you squint). Slight Angst. Language barrier is there but vibes.

*Glossary for Korean can be found at end of chapter.*

AN: I meant it when I said filth….enjoy!

While you were preparing Jungkook proceeded to complete a round of small stretches, warming up his body. Though it would be low impacting, he wasn’t about to put himself at risk by pulling a muscle.

“Have you worked on falling properly yet?” Sliding into the ring you stood up and lightly jumped in place a bit, shaking out your limbs. Though his question might have sounded odd it was something your coach had stressed about at the beginning of your training. Always protect your head.

Nodding you twisted your back a bit until it popped and did the same to the other side. “Yeah, we did a bit of that the other day.”

Jungkook rolled his shoulders back a few times before he slowly started approaching you. “Cool, let's sweep a few times and see how your form is. We won’t count this.”

Over the next few moments, you and Jungkook worked on your falling. He would wrap his hands around your ankles and pull your feet from underneath you. The goal here was to make sure you always landed on your back properly. Your head lifted up above your shoulders and your back proan against the mat. You did this a couple of times until Jungkook felt you were ready to start.

You two spread out in the ring, fighting stances mirroring one another. Yet you refused to make the first move. Judo was all about using your opponent's strength against them, so being the first one to move wasn’t always the best strategy. But neither was waiting around—As Jungkook quickly proved to you.

The man had dashed forward and grappled your upper body. Using his momentum he then twisted and knocked his hip into your side and his heel into the back of your knee. Using his grip on your forearm and the back of your neck, Jungkook maneuvered your body over then down to the mat and pinned you immediately to the floor.

You lay panting slightly below him blinking up at the ceiling. You didn’t expect that to happen so quickly. You sometimes forget how nimble Jungkook was, the man was so quick you could barely even counter his attack.

Jungkook smirks as he loosened his hold on your arm, his hand planted on the floor next to your head— upper body hovering over your own. “…그거 하나입니다.”

Your eyes shift from the ceiling to the smug look on Jungkook’s face at his words and anger slowly starts to simmer underneath your skin—your pride now officially bruised. Losing sucked, especially to Jungkook. Not only was he a sore loser, but worst of all he was a sore winner. Whenever you two played 1vs1 in Overwatch, whether he was victorious or not he would become insufferable, but it was always worse when he was the winner. However if anyone was to ask your close friends, they would say the exact same thing about you.

“여섯 개가 더 남았습니다.”

Glaring you use your hands and press them against his chest, pushing him away. And Jungkook let you, thinking you were just trying to get up and reset. What he didn’t account for was your legs coming up from beneath him and wrap his torso in a scorpion hold. He felt your ankles lock behind his back and your knee squeezing against his rib cage.

It was a good move, and he hadn’t expected it from someone of your level. Honestly he was thinking you both would just do some throws, he didn’t think you had advanced to floorwork yet. He grunted feeling your knees put pressure on his rib cage, the pain acute and instant. It was designed to disarm your opponent enough for them to tap out. It would definitely work in a fight against someone at a similar level as you.

Your fists dig into his shirt, stretching the fabric out considerably. Focusing hard on keeping your hold and knees firm. You’ve done this before on your coach and the man let you know you had actually bruised him. So you knew it would at least do some damage to Jungkook, enough for you to figure out your next move.

Feeling Jungkook moving had your thighs flexing even tighter. Again the move would have worked on someone on the same level as you, but as you had pointed out earlier he was a black belt.

Planting his feet on the floor Jungkook slowly rose up and pushed one of his palms down flat on your stomach while the other gripped at the waistband of your leggings. His fingers work their way under the fabric and glides along your smooth skin. With his hunched over position, it had made it so your knees had slipped down his torso and to his hips.

You ground your teeth as you tried to keep your hold on the man, but the hand against your stomach, plus gravity were against you. With your body slightly suspended in the air, Jungkook used the hand that had worked its way into the waistband of your leggings and pulled hard on the fabric. Forcing your body to twist over and downward towards the floor.

Your ankles unlock from around his back as trying to force the hold had caused your knees to twing in pain. With your body low key at his mercy now, you found yourself facedown on the mat and his body pressed down hard against your back holding you firmly to the floor.

One of his knees had made its place between your thighs, his lower body flush against your side. While one of his forearms presses across your shoulder blades.

You’re fully panting now from excursion, your cheek resting against the cool material of the floor. So you totally lost that round as well, but you did manage to surprise him. In fact the way you heard him panting behind you, and how his weight was pressing you to the floor made a laugh bubble out of your chest.

Jungkook’s head ticked to the side in confusion when he heard you start laughing. Leaning down he tilts his body a bit so he can look at your face better. “웃고 있나요? 왜요?”

His question only made you laugh harder. The move Jungkook pulled on you was clearly a more advanced technique. It was crazy smooth and he made it look effortless. But the fact that the man had even used it against you was inflating your ego immensely. “Such a try-hard 정국아.”

You saw the way the man’s jawline ticked. His tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. He was clearly pissed off. You’ve seen him get this way many times before, especially playing video games with him like you did. And each time you had to remind yourself not to cross that imaginary line. No matter how fucking hot he looked.

Jungkook heard the term ‘Try Hard’ being thrown around a few times amongst your friends. You had explained to him once before on how it was used more as an insult than a compliment.

The arm he had against your back shifted to rest along the floor by your head and you became keenly aware of Jungkook's weight. The way his stomach brushed along your lower back from each deep breath he took, not to mention how you could feel him thick and heavy against the side of your hip. —Fuck he felt huge. Of course it is….Mr. BDE.

“That’s 2 now 누나.”

Though his comment was meant as a jab and you were honestly a little distracted by how his body pressed against yours and it only amplified the giddy feeling you had. You strained your neck slightly when you turned your head towards him, but gave him one of your biggest smiles despite the pain as you threw him a teasing remark. “…전 하나만 필요해요.”

Jungkook's mind was high key short circuiting. Shit was flying off in sparks inside his head. Misfiring and misdirecting to places it shouldn’t. There was something about you that always had him acting up. You were pinned beneath him, his body molding to your own in one of the best ways possible. Well no, not exactly the best. If he was entirely honest with himself it would be you screaming out his name while he impaled you with his cock.— Fuck! You always made him question his sanity. Was it possible for someone to go crazy from lust?

You were unaware of the spiral you had just sent Jungkook’s mind into, but you could feel the way his breath had hitched at your words. God he made you competitive. You don’t know what it was about the man, but he just just made you want to fight him. Not necessarily physically, present situation excluded. But just mentally. You were told before you had a smart mouth, but so did Jeon Jungkook. You couldn’t help it that your way of flirting was—oh no, no no, no flirting allowed. Scratch that, you needed to get from underneath this man before you fucked up.

Putting your hands on the floor, you reach for the arm that’s placed by your head then tug it tightly under your body and hold it across your chest. With it secured you felt the man above you let out a surprised hiss as his upper body fell to your back. Using his moment of distraction you throw your weight from your you hip up and roll back. The move had Jungkook rolling underneath you, and your plan from here was to now use this time to break away from his hold.

But you had forgotten about the grip Jungkook still had on your lululemon leggings. In your attempt to roll away Jungkook just wrapped his hand tightly into the stretchy fabric causing the leggings to dig uncomfortably into your waist. With the arm you had originally trapped against your chest, he moves it upward and around your neck. The icing on the cake was him using his legs to dead-lock your own, his ankles locking together over your upper thighs. You might be on top of him, but Jungkook has you pinned once again and in a fucking chokehold of all things.

Jungkook was in utopia. You were on top of him, fully on top of him and your ass was pressing down against his cock so well, he didn’t even care if you felt him chub up. He knew he would. You felt so perfect against him and his hand was practically inside your leggings, your skin was so soft and supple. At this point he was ready to just throw in the towel and risk it all.

His tattooed bicep was squishing your cheeks and the hold his legs had on your thighs was forcing your body to stretch across his own, it was uncomfortable and you should tap out. But deep down you knew you wouldn’t, couldn’t do it.

You've seen those memes of girls posing with their significant others playfully choking them with their muscular arms and you had laughed at it, saying you get it, but it could never be you, it just wasn’t your thing. But you were wrong, you were so wrong. You wanted him to squeeze tighter. Just the thought of Jungkook actually trying to choke you had you clenching your thighs together as a form of relief, to ease the sudden throbbing of your core.

What was relief for you was the exact opposite for him. The way your ass grinded down onto Jungkook’s growing cock forced out a surprised groan, the sound carrying directly into your ears. Jungkook’s mind was trying to reason with himself that your shift probably wasn’t even on purpose, you were most likely adjusting against the literal chokehold he had you in. He could feel his cock pulsing now at his own realization. Something was seriously wrong with him. Here he was bricking up during a normal suppression hold—he should let go.

You tried to keep boundaries because you didn’t want to ruin what friendship you had with Jungkook, you genuinely enjoyed the man’s company, but that invisible line you drew to protect your friendship was rapidly disappearing the more you felt his cock swelling up beneath your ass not to mention his moan. Actually you don’t even remember what a line even looks like anymore.

You felt Jungkook’s arm loosen and you are absolutely not having that. Before your mind could even process a filter, words were tumbling past your lips. “If you're going to choke me then do it properly.”

Your playlist still blared through the speakers around the gym, but you heard none of it. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear roaring in your ears. The organ having kicked into overdrive from your sudden dip in oxygen levels.

Jungkook's bicep flexed firmly against neck, the inked skin cutting off your airways just like you asked—He knew it, you were absolutely perfect and so fucking filthy. “이게 더 낫나요?”

Jungkook’s only answer was a literal choked out moan from you, and it brought a smug smile to his face. However his smile grew that much wider when one of his intrusive thoughts got the best of him. He heard so much about the sturdiness of lululemon leggings and how they could handle a ‘good’ stretch. The hand in your leggings adjusted, his grip now on the front of them. In this new position, he pulls the fabric upward—hard. Making the middle seam of your leggings dig into your covered core.

You never even knew something like this was possible, getting off to what was essentially a frontal wedgie. But you are allowing Jungkook to tug on the fabric repeatedly, pulling it roughly against your clit. The material had flossed its way between your folds causing your sopping panties to stimulate your clit in a delightfully twisted way. Each tug pulling a pleasure filled cry from your mouth.

The noises you were making were driving Jungkook absolutely mad. He was pressed as close to the side of your face as possible, his lips brushing against your sweat covered brow with every filthy word he muttered. “오랫동안 기다렸어요. 당신을 망칠 거예요...”

You ass continue to grind back onto his cock, each tug he makes on your leggings stimulating you further. The arm on your neck is getting tighter, it is harder to breathe now— loving every minute of it. And Jungkook knew you did, your hips faltering being a dead give away. “Can I get you to cum like this 누나?”

The hand gripping your leggings was pulling the fabric so hard now you both could hear the seams popping in protest. You should be pissed that he was fucking up your clothes like this, but you just wanted to focus on how amazing it felt, the rough material of your panties and the leggings rubbing across your clit. It should hurt with all the force Jungkook was using, but that didn’t stop you from grinding down into him harder.

Jungkook felt your hips pick up the pace after his words. Clearly you wanted to see if you could. And he was more than happy to get you there. He only wished he could see your face when you did it. For now however he can just be satisfied with how you sounded. Your actual cries echoing throughout the gym beat anything he could have possibly imagined. He could probably get off untouched with just your voice alone easily. “Let me see then baby, let me see you cum.”

The wail that escaped from your mouth as you came had Jungkook’s cock twitching violently in his sweatpants, no doubt leaking precum into his Calvin’s. Your body convulsed on top of his own, as he continued to lock your form against his body.

You had never came so hard before. Your heart pounded behind your sternum as if it was trying to break free. You feel Jungkook shifting behind you, your body released from his hold as he eases you down to the floor mat, but he remains close. You can feel his lips kissing along the side of your face peppering kisses from your jaw and up to your baby hairs.

As you calm down you can’t help but whine slightly as the post nut clarity starts kicking in. Your hands come up to your face covering it in shame at how quickly you let things get out of hand. You weren’t a hormonal driven individual, you didn’t just jump into things like this. Especially with someone like Jungkook. As soon as the man put you onto that chokehold all logic went out the window. You even asked him to do it harder, “I can’t believe I said that…”

You feel firm hands taking hold of your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. “정말 섹시했습니다 누나.” Your eyes open in disbelief at Jungkook’s statement.

“What..?”

“You’re probably super wet huh? Fuck I want to see...” You watched as his gaze drops down to your thighs and he crawls haphazardly towards your legs and grapples his way between them. “내게 보여줄 수 있나요?”

“You want to see?” You asked, genuinely puzzled by his request.

“Probably so juicy and wet….”

It was embarrassing how you could literally feel your juices slipping out of your cunt from his words. You observed how his hands smooth over your outer thighs, skimming up and down your hips, then finally over your ass, caressing it like he could feel your skin beneath it. You look away from how wide and innocent his eyes are looking at you, the desperation in them crystal clear but you still hesitated. You didn’t even wear cute panties today, of course today would be the day Jungkook saw you naked. “Maybe..next ti—.”

You jumped suddenly at the sharp pain coming from your knee. You look back and witness Jungkook pulling his mouth away from your knee and gap at him. “Did you just bite me?!”

“Let me eat you out 누나.”

Him ignoring your question didn’t go unnoticed, but your focus was more on the way his eyes seemed to remain fixed on how the fabric of your leggings was still gathered between your thighs. He was really looking at you like you were his next meal. Jungkook being a pussy eater didn’t exactly surprise you, there was just something about the man that screamed ‘good head game’. Maybe if you could pull your panties down with your legging he would even notice them.

“Fine…let m—”

Your brain was moving entirely too slow for you right now or Jungkook was moving entirely too fast. You found yourself folded up, your knees to your chest, and the man shimmying your ruined leggings down your legs. He was in such a hurry he didn’t even try to remove them completely from your frame. Instead the stretched out waistband hung limply around your thighs, your panties also tangled in the fabric.

By the time your brain caught up, it had checked out again. The moment you could feel the cool air hit your wet cunt, Jungkook’s mouth latched on in a hot open mouth kiss. Pleasure floods your body so quickly that your juices leaked like a faucet from your core and straight into his waiting mouth.

His throat flex’s as he swallows your essence graciously. Your flavor lighting his taste buds ablaze that he instantly becomes addicted. From this moment on you would have to either beat him with a stick or someone would have to physically drag him away kicking and screaming, he never wants to go a day with out your taste. His tongue stretches flat and wide dragging from your fluttering opening up to your clit. Jungkook’s lip closes around the small nub and suckles softly at the flesh as the tip of his tongue flicks rapidly over it.

Your legs began shaking with each pass of his tongue. Having came already you are terribly sensitive, but you wouldn’t dare have him stop. You feel how he is practically smothering his face into your cunt, you can’t exactly see what he is doing but you can hear it. Every groan, suck, kiss, swipe of his tongue—all so wet.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, he wanted to be smothered in your pussy. Maybe he should have you sit on his face instead, drown in your juices. But that would mean separating from you, and Jungkook couldn’t have that. He was just going to have to settle for something else.

You were suddenly moving, his strong arms around your waist as he pulled your body up further from the floor, your weight now having been shifted to your shoulders. The man had your curl into yourself, your knees hovering above your face, your ass in the air and your cunt now at the mercy of his mouth.

In this new position Jungkook’s hand was free to do what it pleased. With his middle and ring finger he lightly applied pressure to your entrance, while his lips and tongue continued its assault on your clit.

Your eyes are closing as they roll to the back of your head. You feel his fingers easing slowly into your cunt, the glide smooth but so incredibly snug. The pad of his fingers rubbing against your spongy walls with each thrust. “Shi-shit.”

He released your clit with a wet pop and licked his lips, not wanting to miss out on even a speck of your taste. His fingers continue to drive in and out of your pussy watching as his digits are almost tugged back in with each outward pull. He could see a nice creamy ring forming around them already and he instantly wished it was his cock.

Though his lips had left you, his fingers continued to drive into you with a purpose, your walls fluttering around them as more juices spilled from your entrance. That familiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach, but still so far out of reach.

Jungkook could tell you were getting close but there was something he wanted to try. Adjusting his hold on your waist and applying pressure to your belly, letting you rest a bit of your body weight against his chest. With this new angle he had more room to twist his hand around and put his newfound curiosity to the test.

Your eyes squeeze close tighter when you feel his figures hook upward in a come hither motion, his digits pressing hard into what could only be known to you as your g-spot. Your pussy squeezing around his fingers in a vice grip in response.

“찾았어요…”

You could hear the smugness in his voice, but he didn’t give you time to say a damn thing. Jungkook was on your cunt like it was open season. His mouth found its way back to your clit and his fingers continued to pound hard to its newly discovered spot.

You body was caving in on itself, like you were trying to escape the pleasure your nerve endings were suddenly overcome with. Your hands reaching for something to hold on to and only able to grab onto the useless fabric that was once known as your lululemon leggings. The cries that broke past your lips only encouraged him to give you more.

And more he did, Jungkook dropped his jaw open and with a flat tongue he shook his head quickly rubbing it rabidly over your clit. A cry of what sounded a lot like his name reached his ears and it was the only warning he got before your body seized up so hard Jungkook fingers could barely move. He could tell you were right there at the edge and needed just one little push.

One of your hands untangle from your leggings to grip at Jungkook's forearm when you feel his finger begin to repeatedly stimulate that spongy spot in your pussy. The pads of his fingers now grinding hard into it with each hard fuck he delivers with them. You're going to cum again you know you are, but this felt so very different.

“W-wait ah!!”

Jungkook’s tattooed hand doubled its efforts when he heard your confused plea. He pulls his mouth away with a groan, his lips smacking together savoring your juices further as he adjusted the arm around your belly, squeezing harder. “Just let go baby…”

Something else was happening, you could feel it just below the surface with each thrust of his fingers and the pressure on your belly, something else was going to give. “But I’m—”

The man currently between your legs let out a frustrated groan. His fingers grinding so hard into your pussy now your legs twitch in time, as if he was a damn puppet master. He softly mumbled to himself “Such a stubborn fucking pussy…”

Jungkook’s eyes made contact with your face for the first time since his mouth became a straight up menace to your cunt. He could see how your face had twisted so hard in pleasure, your lips parted open. You were almost there, just a little more and he’ll have exactly what he wanted. Your cum spraying his face.

Leaning down, Jungkook reattached his mouth to your clit and suckled hard on the nub, his tongue accompanying by rolling around the flesh in tight circles. Though he was back where he felt he always belonged he made sure to never take his eyes off your face, needing to see you fall apart.

Your eyes shoot open wide but not really seeing your surroundings at the sudden feeling of his mouth back on you and the hand on his forearm had your manicure digging into the skin, it was too much and the beginnings of an orgasm started hitting your body without your permission.

Your walls clung even tighter to his fingers making the move almost impossible, but now with the added wetness of the cum that was spraying forth from your pussy and into his waiting mouth made the glide smooth and easy.

Your voice was stuck in your throat in a silent scream. Your teeth and jaw clenching down just as hard as your cunt does to his fingers. Screw your earlier statement, you’ve never cum this hard before. You could feel it in your bones, even your muscles were humming.

His chin—a mess, but nothing was compared to his shirt. How fucked up would it be for him to mount his shirt on the wall. You soaked his collar and the front of the fabric. It was sticking to his chest in the best of ways. He eased his hand from your cunt, and watched as your walls gapped slightly from the rough fucking his fingers gave. What would it look like after his cock he wondered.

Part of you should have been in disbelief over the fact that Jeon Jungkook just made you squirt, but it just made sense. You weakly put your foot on his shoulder and applied pressure signaling for the man to back up. You were seriously going to start cramping soon if he didn’t let you down.

Jungkook shuffled back on his knees, but he refused to completely separate from you. He just opened his legs wider and let you settle between his thighs.

Though your legs were still folded awkwardly above you, still trapped in your lululemon’s you did sigh happily in relief. Your back fully resting on the mat though your bunched up sweater did make it slightly annoying. You still felt that you were able to breathe properly now. You laugh a bit to yourself at the thought of how this man had you bent up like a damn pretzel.

Jungkook heard you giggling suddenly but he let you be, after cumming as hard as you did he felt it was only natural for a few wires to be crossed. Instead he busied himself with cleaning his face. Using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face dry. While wiping his face down he heard the giggles diminishing and your body shifting, looking down Jungkook watched as your eyes ranked over his now exposed torso even going as far as sitting up on your forearms to do so.

“Enjoying the view 누나?”

You roll your eyes but don't exactly deny his claim, you do however twist your legs to the side, resting them on his thigh so you can get a better look.

Now with the roles being reversed Jungkook grins as the clear look of hunger in your eyes. Taking his shirt he just pulls the fabric over his head and tosses it away, it landing somewhere away from them. With his hands now free he rubs your thighs softly digging his fingers into your flesh. “Better?”

God he was getting cocky but it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. All that muscle stacked on that itty bitty waist. But speaking off cocky, he gave you two orgasms, hell the man even made you squirt, yet he hasn’t asked for a thing in return. “We can keep going…”

You watch as he curls forward, his lips lightly kissing your thighs before he sits back up his head shaking slightly. “I don’t have a condom with me…”

You bite your lower lip to suppress a moan, his lips on your skin stroking the flames that still lay simmering under the surface. His words did make sense, being safe was super important, but the man was worth the risk. “I’m clean…if that’s what this is about.”

Jungkook chuckled and leaned towards you more. Your legs now tucked even further to the side as he presses his throbbing cock firmly into your naked core. His sweatpants stimulating your clit even further than it already was. “As am I…”

You exhale slowly at the feeling. Your eyes jump down to his swollen lips, and with everything that has happened up until this point you quickly realize you haven’t even shared your first kiss yet. “T-then why not?”

Jungkook rests his forehead against yours and nuzzles his nose into your own, his lips brushing yours as he whispers his next few words to you. His eyelids cast low while he holds your gaze.

“You want me that badly 누나?”

It was like you two were in your own little bubble, the air around you two getting thicker with tension. You lift your hips pressing back into his cloth covered cock, “Don’t you want to Kookie…?”

Jungkook closes his eyes with a sigh and grinds his cock against your wet pussy, your juices slowly sinking into the fabric of his pants—no doubtedly leaving a wet spot. “More than anything baby.”

His cock was nestled so perfectly between your folds, you could feel exactly how girthy he was and you needed more. “Then just pull out.”

Your words had his hips stuttering, you made it sound so simple. Just pull out? Jungkook has imagined this moment in so many ways that even if he were to take all 8 of BTS’s billion views and combine them, it wouldn’t even come close. But the true issue here was that during every single one of those times, Jungkook never imagined himself pulling out. Not even once.

“No.”

“No?” You lean back slightly, your head tilted. You watch the man shake his head and glance down where you two are pressed together, watching the way your hips move in tandem.

“The moment you let me in there 누나 I’m not leaving…”

You gasp as he picks up the pace, it’s as if he is imagining that he IS buried inside you. His own words egged himself on. “So unless you want my cum deep inside this juicy pussy…the answer is no. Understand?”

One of your hands quickly finds its way into his hair and you pull the surprised man in for a kiss. Your plump lips meet him in a rough smash as you both breath through your nose, your taste heavy on his tongue. The kiss is full of pent up frustration from the both of you, Jungkook more so than you. The man was practically devouring you and you were more than happy to let him. Teeth met your lower lip in a teasing bite before he brakes away, both of you panting hard.

“당신 때문에 미치겠어요!” He nearly shouts in your face as he thrust his cloth covered cock up into your core. His hips surge forward as Jungkook attempts another kiss but your words have him freezing.

“Then do it…”

“…”

Jungkook’s body was strung up so tight you could see it in his shoulder, his abs, even his thighs. But you meant what you said, you’d be a liar if you said you never once thought about what it would be like for someone to cum inside you. You’ve watched porn before, a lot of it, which you could blame an old boyfriend for. Even your ex noticed how interested you had been in witnessing those moments the male seemed to have erupted inside the woman. Your ex even tried to explore that option with you, but you refused immediately having been put off by it. But that was then…and this was now.

You kiss along his jaw, your fingers twisting further into his hair at the nape of his neck, anything to coax the man into moving again. It was like he checked out on you.

Jungkook did in fact check out. Here he is trying to be a decent guy, asking to wait for a condom, but no. You don’t want him to be good, you want him raw. Not only raw but you’re gonna let him cum inside—it was like the last sane part of his brain shut down.

You aren’t sure what happened but you could feel Jungkook’s body relax as if he was letting go of something. But you continued to cover his face in kisses. At least you tried to. You were suddenly fully back on the mat from the man roughly yanking your leggings and panties off your legs. You watched as he violently balls the material up and throws it off to the side just as he did his shirt.

“Jungk—“

“닥쳐.”

Your mouth clamps shut. He reaches for you again and starts to pull your sweater up, you quickly throw your arms up to assist him, your sweater meeting the same fate.

You feel his hands next on your sports bra, the thick material compressing your chest in such a way you can honestly say you might want it off more than he does. You sit up and guide his hands to the back clasp, and he has it popping open in no time. So fast actually you can’t help but tilt your head at him, your brow arches as if to say ‘really’.

Jungkook tried to hide his smile by biting the corner of his mouth but he was clearly unsuccessful. Especially when your sports bra was suddenly thrown at his face.

He chuckles and drops the ‘weapon’ over to what he assumes is where a pile of your clothes had formed. But he does frown when he sees you were attempting to cover yourself from him.

One of your arms cradled your chest, while the other attempted to hide your stomach. You were a little self conscious now that you were completely bare before him.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he grabs the arm over your stomach and pulls it away as he leans down. Making sure to keep eye contact with you, the man places kisses alternating between soft and firm upon the swelling flesh of your midriff. When he reaches the pudgy flesh around your belly button you watch as he flashes you his teeth before he bites down, not hard enough to break the skin but enough for you to get his silent point.

You hisses at the bite he gives you but it does its job in calming your overthinking mind down. Not once had Jungkook made a remark about your body, in fact the man had physically reprimanded you earlier for your own self deprecating words. The arm that was hiding your chest eased to your side and you almost snorted at how quickly Jungkook’s eyes had abandoned your own to look.

The swell of your breast was even more intense from this angle, the way your plump mounds fell away and bounced now they were no longer confined had the blood rushing so quickly to Jungkook’s cock that it made him lightheaded. He continues upward, his kisses now accompanied with soft marks from his teeth. Though you didn’t bruise that easily it just meant he had to suck a little harder with each kiss to leave behind a mark. He wanted you both to remember this night.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, each mark he left on skin had you panting more and more. Your nipples pebbling up into hard nubs from your arousal. Jungkook was literally worshipping your body and he was making your heart flutter harder than a monarch butterfly's wings did during their fall migration.

Jungkook looked between one breast to the other and decided to go for the left one, he nips the underside lightly as a warning then latches on to your nipple sucking the nub into a hard pull before letting it go. Your breast bounced from the motion and he pokes out his tongue, swiping little kitten licks over the hard nub. You arch away from the mat pressing your breast further into his mouth and Jungkook feels your hand working its way back into his hair, brushing his bangs away from his face before gripping down at his nape.

The little twist of your fingers in his locks has Jungkook groaning into your flesh and his hips grinding into your core. It's a sharp reminder of how he needs to get rid of those stupid sweatpants. Using your free hand and your foot, you start pushing the waistband down, one of his own hands jumping in to assist.

His pants and briefs slide down his hips and you can literally feel it when his cock is finally free. It drops and smacks against your mound with a soft slap. You abandon his sweatpants leaving the rest for him to worry about and eagerly wrap your hand around his cock. His girth is so wide that only the tips of your stiletto nails touch.

Jungkook switches to the right breast, his mouth attaching to your nipple in a rushed fever. Your hand around his cock had him throbbing and it took everything in him not to fuck into your hand like he wanted to, but he did at least want to witness what you looked like around him. Jungkook leaves your nipple with a teasing bite from his teeth before pulling back, settling down between your parted thigh on his knees.

When Jungkook moves away from you and you take this opportunity to have a look. Your mouth dropped open when you finally see it. He is massive, but so fucking pretty. The bulbous tip was a soft pink and it shines from precum that was oozing in a slow stream. A glob of it dropping off and to the floor. The hand you have wrapped around him gives a firm squeeze and you are delighted when you hear him grunt.

Your hand starts to pump his cock but Jungkook’s hand on your wrist ceases your moments. Bringing it up to his lips he kisses your knuckles with a chuckle. “A handjob is nice an all but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

You laugh and pull your hand from his, resting back on your forearms. “Then please carry on…” teasingly you make a show of opening your legs wider and tilt your hips towards Jungkook like an invitation.

You were seriously driving him crazy, it was like you wanted him to bust his load before he even made it inside of you. Gripping the base of his cock Jungkook shuffles forward on his knees until your thick thighs are resting comfortably on top of his.

You bite your bottom lip in anticipation. With how your day had started you never would have known this is where you’d end up, two orgasm in with the promise of another one by your good friend and gym buddy Jungkook.

Lifting his cock Jungkook brings it to your glistening folds and runs the tip of it between them gathering up your juices. Using it like a lubricant he slowly glides the head up to your clit and circles it before moving down and then back up repeating the same motion, over and over. Gather more and more of your juices as they continue to flow from your cunt.

Sighs of pleasure leave your lips, his cock rubbing against your clit had your hips responding in kind. From this angle your view was limited but being able to watch the way Jungkook’s brow knit together in concentration, his entire focus on what was happening between your legs.

He was torturing himself. But your comfort was the most important thing. He only used two fingers and it was snug, Jungkook was well aware of how gifted he was, his size well above average, the fit will be tight. But the wetter you were the easier it would be for you.

His cock fucking between your folds felt incredible, but the pleasure wasn’t enough, each teasing pass he made has your hips jump up to meet his own hoping to stimulate your clit more, but failing miserably. Whining you drop your head back over your shoulders in frustration, “Put it in already!”

A bark of laughter comes from his lips, your frustration amusing him. Moving the head of his cock down he nudges the tip against your entrance “Like this?”

You bring your head back up and narrow your eyes at the man, amazed at how he could even be annoying in a situation like this. But if he wanted to play games then fine, two can play it that way. Raising your leg you place your foot firmly on his chest and add a bit of pressure—as if you planned to push him away. “If you’re going to be like this Jungkook then get the fuck off me.”

He knew you weren’t serious, he could clearly see the want in your gaze. But he also wasn’t willing to call your bluff. Not when he could literally feel your walls twitching against the tip of his cock. Grabbing your ankle, he brings it up by his face, leans forward and lightly presses a kiss to your calf as a form of apology. “미안해요 여보”

Him calling you honey made you want to kick your feet, but you kept it together for the sake of your pride. “If you’re sorry then show me.”

He rolls his eyes at your attitude but leaves it be, dropping your leg back down, Jungkook focuses back on what’s right in front of him. Your juicy pussy weeping for his cock.

Pulling his cock away he tips his head down, sucking on his tongue he pools the saliva in his mouth and opens it, letting a glob of spit drop right onto your fluttering entrance. Returning his cock, he uses the tip of it to smear his spit between your folds. Making sure you’re truly nice and wet for him.

With all his focus on your cunt Jungkook missed the heated look you gave him. Watching him spit into your pussy like that made the fire simmering beneath your flesh crackle and pop. His hair was blocking out his beautiful face but you had still been able to see his jaw working to collect the spit. You need his cock your pussy this instance or you might actually combust.

It was as if Jungkook could read your mind because suddenly you can feel his cock pushing in, his bulbous tip splitting you open. Your head drops back over your shoulders as eyes roll behind your closing lids in pleasure.

Out of his peripheral Jungkook can see your head falling back but he can’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Your pussy opening up to his cock, your tight walls parting and stretching wide with every centimeter he gives you. He places his hands down on the floor by your waist when he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush against your own, does he finally allow his eyes to close. He’s so deep he can feel your heartbeat, if his own wasn't also raging against his chest it would have been concerning.

You hiss at the stretch, it’s been a while since you’ve last been with anyone, almost, if not more than a year. And Jungkook wasn’t exactly small either. But fuck did it feel good. You didn’t think it was possible to almost cum from just him entering you, but the way your walls quiver around his cock are proving you wrong.

You fluttering around his cock was breaking his restraint into pieces. You felt too good around him, he has imagined it so many times, but nothing prepared him for this. Your pussy was so tight, warm, hot really, a burn he would gladly take. He just wanted to get lost in this feeling, in you, but that can come later, right now he needed to take his time, ease you into it. Inhaling deeply through his nose Jungkook slowly eases out of your cunt a few centimeters, then rolls his hips forward, right back in, building up a slow rhythm.

The way Jungkook was fucking his cock into you had you wanting to praise him but also scream at him. He was being so careful, so gentle with you. He must have heard your hiss of pain earlier when he entered, the man aware of you even without having to look at your face. Yeah super sweet of him, definitely living up to those ‘Baby Star Candy’ allegations. But that wasn’t what you wanted, for fucks sake the reason he was currently balls deep was because he put you in a choke hold. Slow and steady is not winning the damn race. Balancing your weight on one forearm you reach up with your now free hand and fist the bangs hanging in his face, pulling his head slightly to the side until you’re able to see his wide shocked brown orbs staring right back at you, his hips stilling.

“Hey.”

“Y-yeah?”

“This is a piss poor apology JK.” You let go of his hair, leaning back on your forearms once more. Giving off an air of boredom.

“뭐!?”

“What happened to the man that said he was going to ruin me? I’d like to meet him again, he was on to something.” You tell him with a sigh, looking off to the side. You were obviously teasing him, wanting him to drop the good boy act he was clinging to.

Jungkook’s upper lip pulls back in a sneer. He places his hands firmly on your hips, digging his fingers into your flesh to hold them to the floor as he snaps his hips forward so hard the smack echoes throughout the gym.

“쉽게 해드리려고 노력했습니다…”

Your elbows buckled as your body rocked with pleasure. His thrust almost put your back on the floor. But maybe if you pushed him a little more he might actually put you through the floor instead. “I didn’t as—“

He pulls out and quickly slams back in, cutting off whatever retort you were about to say. If you were okay enough to be a brat then he didn’t have to hold back anymore. Spreading his thighs wider, Jungkook begins drilling into your wet cunt ruthlessly, his cock penetrating repeatedly at a vicious pace.

Your words were caught in your throat and there they stayed, each brutal thrust of his hips had your arms slowly sliding from beneath your body, until you were once again flat on the floor mats. Even with his bruising grip on your waist you can feel your body shifting upward, Jungkook was literally fucking you across the floor.

Everything about you was mesmerizing, the way your body jiggled with every thrust he made had him wanting the image to forever stay burned into his retinas. Every time he closed his eyes or even blinked he wished he it was always this exact moment, your cunt being fucked open by his cock. Claiming you from the inside like his hickeys did on the outside. The red and purple marks decorating your body like his own personal galaxy. There is no fucking way he is letting you walk away after this.

Each of his thrust felt like a punch that was directly aimed at your g-spot. And he never missed, every time he hit it, a high pitched moan fell from your lips picking up in volume more and more. Almost to the point of screaming.

His cock swelled up even more from your screams, the noise you were making had him ready to bust and fill you to the brim. He could feel his balls tighten up just from the thought, but he refused to go before he at least got two more from you. Got to make it to 7 somehow.

Leaning down Jungkook, rest one of his forearms by your head, his other hand coming up and cupping the back of your head, tilting your face towards his own as he crashes his lips towards your in a passionate kiss.

His lips connecting to yours sends your mind to another plain. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you cling onto Jungkook like a lifeline. You were barely keeping it together before, but now it was like your brain was turning to mush. You desperately tried to keep up with his kiss but you were getting lost, every smack of your lips together was just him silencing your pitched screams. You squeeze your eyes closed tighter as you feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the edge.

Your walls clench down on Jungkook’s cock so hard you both could audibly hear the squelch of every pass he makes. Ripping his lips from yours he trails sloppy wet kisses down the slope of your face and to your neck, his teeth meeting your flesh once again in a teasing bite before he speaks,

“Going to cum for me again 누나?”

Your head lulls as your cunt flutters around his cock, your orgasm building up. If you were in your right mind you’d probably be annoyed at the way your body was obeying him so easily. You’ve already given him two, and yet here you are on your way right into another one.

Jungkook groans as he feels your walls squeeze around him, attempting to milk his cock for his cum, but he refuses to pull over that edge with you. Pulling his upper body away, he places his hands on the back of your thighs and pushes your knees back up to your chest, once again folding your body in half. He knows you were probably tired of him manhandling you like this but the sight of his thick cock covered in your creamy essence was well worth it. Each drag of his cock inside you caused more juices to gush, a soppy ring forming around him.

You can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure rocking through your body. When you felt him moving away you had thought he was at least going to give you a break, but you were wrong. Instead his hands hold your legs open as he continues to brutalize your cunt with his cock. The very cunt that’s gripping his cock desperately as if it gets ready to release again.

“Another one….내게 하나 더….” He pants above you, his eyes never losing sight of the way your cunt clenched around his cock with every exit. The deep pink of your cunt looking so beautiful wrapped around him.

You barely could process his words, but when you finally did you cry out to him. “ㄴ..너무 많아요~! Your hands blindly reached out, one grabbing his forearm and the other up above your head. Your knuckles grazed against the ropes of the ring and you gripped the thing like a lifeline.

Jungkook’s balls grew tight with your plea as did your cunt. He slides his hands from the back of your thighs to the top of them and begins pulling her body back hard against his own. The slap of skin on skin echoed loudly around the private gym. “Yes you can baby, give me another.”

“Ah..ahhh!” You were so close, Jungkook could feel it, but he could tell you just needed a little push. Sliding one hand between your legs he rubbed his thumb in quick hard circles around your clit. And he didn’t stop. Even when your body grew still and your cunt began to spray both of you.

You were cumming again, Jungkook made you cum again and he was following right behind you, finally busting his load. Your cunt clenched his cock so hard you heard the man let out of the deepest groan of your name you’ve ever heard him produced.

“다 가져가, 자기야...” Though his thrust wasn't as brutal, the man still continued to deeply stroke his twitching cock in and out of your cunt. The motion makes you whimper softly from the overstimulation, but the man just pressed his cock deeper into you. Making sure his cum shot to the deepest parts of your cunt. He really meant what he said about not pulling out.

You bite your lip and drop your head back with a whine and to your surprise it falls over the edge of the ring. “H-holy shit..”

The man above you chuckles deeply as he drops his body heavily on top of your own. His head resting on your heaving chest. Jungkook, presses lazy slow kisses against your sweaty skin before delivering a soft bite to the underside of your breast making you jump.

“Stop biting me…”

Jungkook chuckles and nips the other side, but does finally still his hips. The hand that had gripped the rope earlier reaches down and slaps the sweaty skin of his shoulder. “준국아!”

He giggles as wraps his arms tightly around your waist and snuggled his face further into your breasts. Using his new hold on you, he drags both your bodies away from the edge of the ring, so that you are both more comfortable. Yet he still refuses to pull out of you, his hard cock still plugged into your cunt.

“How are you still hard?”

“Stamina and I only came once…”

You hum in understanding and wrap your arms around Jungkook, the air conditioning now cooling your skin making you shiver so you snuggle closer to the man currently smothering his body with your own. Not that you mind. “Well I’m tapping out…I’m done for the night.”

He snorts but the man understands. He did get a bit carried away there. Speaking of….”괜찮아요, 챔피?”

Your eyes open with a frown. Lifting your head you looked down at the man trying to use your plump breasts as a pillow. “Did you just call me champ?”

Lifting his own head Jungkook provided you with one of his cheeky smiles as he looked over the chest, though his eyes only focused on your face briefly before getting distracted by your nipples. His boba eyes bouncing back and forth between them as if he suddenly was encountered with a life altering decision.

You would have thought it was cute if you didn’t feel his cock twitch violently inside your cunt. “You can’t be serious…”

The man’s only answer was to latch onto your right nipple and lavish your nub with his tongue. You tried to suppress a moan, but Jungkook also rolled his hips against you, grinding his hard cock inside you.

Though you swore earlier that you were exhausted that familiar burn of arousal still settles into the pit of your lower belly once again. Your juices leaking around Jungkook’s hard cock desperate for another round. He pulls off your nipple with an audible pop and switches over to the next one. His hips continue their slow grind, literally stirring up your guts.

Your hands make their way to the back of his head and you grip his hair tightly and pull. Your silent demand is enough for Jungkook to take the hint and move from your nipples and to your lips. The kiss is nothing like it was earlier, though the passion is the same it’s not as rushed. Your lips slant together in a slow deep kiss, the tip of his tongue brushing between his lips softly to meet your own.

Though the kiss was slow and measured it had ignited another fire between you both. So the moment your lips broke from his, the man placed his arms around your head—encasing you, and pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out and slamming roughly back inside.

He was bottoming out inside your cunt so hard it had both of you grunting from the force. You would think he would go easy on your poor pussy, but the man was only doubling his efforts. “Why should I go easy? I know you can take it champ…”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed let alone spoken out loud. Opening them you gasped as you saw his brown hooded eyes staring directly into yours. His nose brushes against yours as does his lips when he speaks next. “Let me cum deep inside this pussy again then I’ll let you rest…”

His pace picked up, clearly showing he was close, but he could tell that you were to, from the way your cunt was clenching his cock in that all telling way. “Yes…cum with me baby. Milk my cock with your pussy again…”

Your arms wrap further around Jungkook’s shoulders, pulling the man closer to your body. His head disappears into the crook of your neck as broken moans of his name babble out of your mouth. It isn’t long after that you feel the band finally snap and your cunt flutters around his cock as you cum.

“That it…fuck baby that it!” He thrust a few more times before exploding for the final time inside of you. His heavy cock twitching as spurt after spurt creams your cum soaked walls once more. So much cum inside your cunt now that even he begins to feel some of it squeezing out from around his cock and down your ass.

Your body twitches as it finally falls limp, your legs dropping open from around his waist and your arms collapsing to the floor mat. You are officially exhausted now, you literally have nothing left.

Jungkook raises his head when finally recovers from his own high. His eyes take in your exhausted appearance and come to two conclusions.

First you still owed him two more.

And secondly. “Does this mean you’ll stay with me?”

Your hands come up to cover your face as you groan. “Oh my god!”

—-End—-

Glossary:

그거 하나입니다: That’s one.

여섯 개가 더 남았습니다: 6 more left.

웃고 있나요? 왜요?: Are you laughing? Why?

정국아: Jungkook-ah

누나: Older sister(male calls older woman)

전 하나만 필요해요: I only need one.