SX Seoul Series | Yoongi Entry đ Sugar Rush Ride
PAIRING: Yoongi/Reader
SUMMARY: You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.
WORD COUNT: 12.6k
GENRE: coworkers (mutually) pining to lovers
RATING: R (explicit)
WARNINGS: explicit, pwp (porn w/ plot really), drunk fight (but you sober up...sort of), bratty reader, rough but Yoongi is pro at aftercare, fingerfucking, face-fucking, edging, spankings, his hand is on your neck a lot (am I forgetting something?)
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A.N. This is based on the song of the same title by TXT đĽ It was not planned and maybe it has been done before, but it was too good to miss đ
Yoongi parked his car underground in a private parking lot before stepping outside into the night in Itaewon. It was crowded as usual, but he paid no mind to the passersby â he had somewhere to be.
He reached the steps that led into a famous club in the neighborhood and entered below the red lines warming up the humidity into steam: SX.
He was giving away his coat when the music from the backroom hit him, the pop music with the codename temptation resonating in the air, and in his ribcage. He stepped towards it confidently, unbothered by the instant boom of noise that hit him once the door opened and closed again behind him. No, nothing would bother him until he found what he was looking for.
He scanned the room attentively, the darkness crossed punctually and rhythmically by the flashes of lights to the beat of the songs he helped produce himself. All but one song that ended up being the main track, the reason why he had rushed to be at the listening party tonight.
He got to the bar and looked around again; he saw lots of people he knew, the artists included. None had seen him yet, so he took the chance to search even more carefully. And finally, his eyes fell on you. You were listening attentively as you held your hair to the side and someone, a man spoke into your ear above the noise. Then you burst out laughing, shoulders and chest trembling with excitement, and your hand landed on the manâs chest. Not in a smack, not to push him away, just subtly placed there in an intimate gesture, or an invitation thereof.
Yoongi was by your side before he knew it. The man with you looked up with a silent question and you flinched and looked back, eyes instantly widening in surprise.
âYoongi! Youâre back!â
You launched your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug, and he immediately knew you had alcohol in your system. Despite this, he reacted the only way he could be expected to â he wrapped a protective arm around you and looked straight into the eyes of that dude trying his luck.
âRight on time,â you grinned when you stepped back. âInhyuk, this is Yoongi, the producer I was telling you about.â
The guy bowed and said something polite, but Yoongi wasnât listening. You had stepped to stand beside the guy and his hand had comfortably set on your waist. For a second, his sole thought was, Since when? But then he cooled down.
âI see. Well, enjoy the party. Iâll see you later,â he told you with his eyes set on yours and you got the message.
But you didnât want to worry about that right now, so when Inhyuk pulled you by the waist to talk to you a bit closer, you didnât flinch. You smiled and agreed to have another drink while the crowd around you listened and enjoyed the album you helped produce. You were proud of yourself, it was the fruit of your first year of work withâ
The main track started and the crowd cheered as it did every time it played. Your eyes watered as Inhyuk congratulated you and clinked his drink to yours but as you drank, there was heat building inside of you. It was funny to hear the lyrics you wrote being sung back at you and fit perfectly at that moment. But then you chuckled, as your eyes fell on Min Yoongi. Your thoughts would always stop as soon as he was back near you. That would never change.
Yet you looked up and smiled at Inhyuk, giddy with your drink and with excitement. You made a vow when you decided to let this song be performed and sung â it was you putting your feelings into your work to get rid of them. That was the deal.
Inhyuk smiled mischievously at you as if he couldnât believe, but didnât disapprove, of the song's lyrics speaking so openly about desire, about opening locked doors into seeing stars and asking for more. And you kept smiling and drinking. Because you made a deal with yourself and maybe tonight was the perfect time to go into a new direction.
The song was only three minutes long, but it drove Yoongi to a corner. He gripped his tonic water and faced the bar while the music kept calling to him, Come here more, letâs play more.
Just like the first time he heard it and was covered in goosebumps, wild thoughts coming to him that he had to quickly water down. He sighed; it didnât stop him from flying back as soon as possible to talk to you about it. Confront you, more like.
He turned to the side to find you by the bar having shots with that guy, and that was it. The full album had played, you had your moment in the spotlight as you should, the artists were having a blast alongside everyone else, and he had had enough of seeing you so close to some guy.
You were on your fourth tequila shot when you felt an arm extend behind you to reach the bar, and you shivered. Not because it was cold; you were sweating from the drinks and the energy of the crowd. No, it was because you knew who it was, even if the arm didnât touch you.
âWe should go,â his voice was steady near your ear even though your head was spinning a little.
âThe night is still young!â Inhyuk said as he grinned and grabbed another shot glass, waiting for you to do the same, but despite your giddiness, you hesitated.Â
You looked up to Yoongi and saw his neutral beautiful lines, and you understood what he was doing.
The guy saw he was losing you, so he moved closer to get your attention, âI can take you home.â
He said it with amusement, like a tease, and you grinned. You were taken by the energy between you two; you both knew where that was going. But then a breath being slowly heaved behind you shook your foundations and you looked down. Yoongi was just doing his part of the deal, but suddenly you were fucking pissed. He couldnât possibly understand that you needed to be with someone, anyone other than him. Desperately, before youâd fucking combust!
But he was your coworker, the genius producer of your label. And despite everything, you didnât want to burn a bridge. Inhyuk was not that great anyway.
You shrugged almost innocently, âMaybe next time. It was nice meeting you.â
Yoongi pointed so that youâd go ahead to the exit and you did. Yet with every step, something was bubbling up your throat. There was a lump there, blocking you from voicing it while you grabbed your coats, walked the cold night to his car, and got in to be on your way.
The whole ride you argued with yourself that this was for the best. You shouldnât have sex with someone after so many drinks, that was not how it was supposed to go. But maybe that was what you needed to have the courage to just move on. To want another man as desperately, and not the one driving you home right now. You needed it, you needed to go crazy and do something you wouldnât normally do. You needed the regret, to stop playing safe, to stop believing your heart knew what was best for you when all it did was set on someone who saw you as nothing but a colleague.
When you arrived, he entered the private parking of your apartment building and parked swiftly. It made your stomach bubble further with anger, he was just so used to taking you home. That was the deal. Well, screw that.
âThanks, good night.â
You pushed the door open and peeled yourself away, closing it with a bham only to seek support in the car instantly. Your legs were wobbly, the world was spinning and you cursed in irritation. It was fine before, why was it so difficult now?
His door opened and closed, the car beeped as it locked, then his steps echoed to get to you. And everything was like needles prickling your patience. He stood next to you to help you and you didnât know what you wanted more: to scream at him or to just disappear.
But he placed his hand on your waist firmly, walked you to the lobby and the elevator, and even dialed your code to enter your apartment. It infuriated you â it reminded you of all the times over the last year that he had done his part of the deal. That he had taken you home safe and sound, and still never seen you for anything more while you pined helplessly.
So you tried to reach your living room without his help and stumbled very quickly, yet a firm grip on your arm prevented you from falling face flat. Normally, you would have blushed, thanked him, and let the politeness and decorum dictate your interactions, but not now.
You pulled your arm loose, âI donât need a chaperone!â
âAnd I don't need you to fall and break a leg.â
You threw your jacket and purse over your couch finally with a frustrated huff. The world was spinning and annoying you so fucking much. You needed to scream at him once and for all and be done with it, why couldnât it stand still?
âWhy did you interfere?â
âWhat do you mean?â He was calmly taking his shoes off after hanging his coat by the entrance and his placidness irked you.
âI was having a good time!â
You barely saw the line crossing his face, âHe was no good for you.â
âWhat? Why?!â
âHe just wasnât,â he stated, walking further inside your apartment like he knew it, and he did. Heâd normally stay for a chat after bringing you home and made sure you were okay.
âBut why?!â You insisted, eyes so wide they looked twice their size, and still the room was shaky. âWhat was so wrong with him thatââ
âHe was trying to get you drunk,â he almost scoffed as he reached your kitchen and started looking around for something.
âSo?â You tried following him, annoyed that he was not paying attention to you.
He found a cup and right next to it what he was looking for. He took a black coffee capsule and put both things next to your coffee machine. âHe just wanted sex.â
He seemed annoyed now as he prepped the coffee and you threw your hands in the air, âI fucking want sex!â
He paused and looked at you, at your wide eyes and red cheeks. And you held your breath, swallowing dryly. Did you just yell that at Min Yoongi? At your genius coproducer?
âYou're drunk.â
He pressed the button to draw an expresso from the machine, and you felt like a volcano about to erupt.
âIâm not drunk!!â He didnât look at you and you gripped your hair with a frustrated scream. âIâm just not only a fucking worker bee, okay?! I have needs, I want things! So what, sex is too much for you to handle or somââ
A look was all it took for you to feel your guts freeze in place. You were so attuned to this fucking man that his slightest hint of disapproval hit you like an icicle. But it wasnât just that, it was something else. Disappointment?
And you revolted hard against it; he had no right to make you feel this way. âThen whatâs the problem?! I canât want it? Because Iâm a woman or something?â
He took the coffee cup and placed it in front of you on the kitchen counter, âDrink it.â
You ignored it, âI didnât think you were a prude or conservative, but this is me.â You stepped back and fought the traces of the spinning walls vehemently. âI want things. More than just make good music, Iâm not just my work.â He was listening, he was looking at you, but all he did was push the cup the slightest in your direction. And you snorted, âHell, thatâs why my music is good. Because I wantâ I want things.â
You couldnât look at him, only at his feet. You thought you wanted to scream your frustration at him, but now you realized that was pointless. It wouldnât matter. He wasnât into you anyway.
âWeâre not talking unless youâre sober.â
You raised your eyes and his coolness hardened you. Right. Youâd get a slap on the wrist for getting drunk at the listening party of the album you fucking produced. For wanting to sleep with another producer. For not being professional? Who the fuck knew why. And maybe sober youâd care about losing your dream, but right now you were just fucking done.
âRight, whatever,â you turned to head to your bedroom. âIâll take a shower, we can talk tomorrow.â
Yoongi saw you walk a bit shakily but firmly toward your bedroom and then he sighed. He considered for a moment to do as you wished and leave, but he didnât want to leave you alone. Selfishly, he didnât want to wait for tomorrow. He was restless, he needed to talk to you about it. And to do that, he needed you sober.
He grabbed your coffee cup and knocked on the ajar door with his eyes glued to the floor. He called your name and you scoffed.
âYouâre taking our deal too much to the letter,â your voice sounded strained and he closed his free hand into a fist. âYou donât need to worry aboutââ
He heard noises and he didnât think twice; he pushed the door open and found you almost fallen to the floor trying to take your dress off. You huffed in annoyance; you should have sat on the bed but then how would the dress pass underâ
A firm hand hoisted you up as if you were as light as a feather and you came face to face with him. The man in your dreams, in your mind, making you scream in your bed just at the thought of him. Making you crazy.Â
âIâm fine,â you said, looking down. âI can handle myself. You donât need to bring me home and make sure I donâtââÂ
Your voice wavered, what were youâÂ
Your eyes filled with tears, but maybe that was exactly what needed to happen, âYeah, letâs stop that. Our deal? Letâs end it. You donât need to bring me home and watch over me. I know Iâm a woman in a men-dominated company, but Iâm not a child.â
He sighed and stepped away and your heart cracked, leaving you to hide your face with one hand and try to press your chest with the other. You knew that to move on you had to push him away, but damn did it sting andâ
The scent of coffee invaded your nose and you raised your hand from over your eyes. He was holding the coffee cup in front of you.
âStop for a second and drink it. Then, weâll talk.â
You looked for the sincerity in his eyes, and of course, you found it. So you took the cup and chugged the expresso as if it had been just another tequila shot. Then you lowered your arm and looked at him, trying to sense if that changed anything. It didnât really, not for you.
âDid you hear what I said?â
His lips twitched, âI heard you, but youâre not hearing me. Sober, I said.â
You shrugged, âYou said drink, I did. So now we talk. No more deal. No more keeping me safe, no more watching over me or bringing me home. I need toâ I need to let it all out.â
His lips pursed for a second but then he voiced quietly, âIâm listening.â
âI donât know what else to say,â you shrugged and almost laughed at yourself. âI told you I want things.â
âYou write about what you want.â You hummed. âSo what is that main track?â
âWhat I want.â
You were looking at him, a void in your mind all of a sudden, but he hesitated. You said you wanted sex and the song was about desire. Maybe he was reading it wrong.
âWhat do you want?â
âItâs not a what.â
âIs it a who?â
Your mouth dried, so you nodded. You were staring right at the object of your desire but he looked confused.
He scratched his head and then tried, âDid youâ Did you use those words on purpose?â
âWhat words?â
âWhat wââ He seemed bewildered, âMy stage name. You used my stage name. Sugar? Was that on purpose?â
For a split second, you were frozen, livid, shocked, and then laughter bubbled out of you, âI thought I had been so clever about it. Saying sugar instead of suga.â He was staring at you and his inexpression only led you to push the air out of your lungs, âI know, you donât have to say it. You won't touch me, even if pigs fly. I know that.â
âThat's not true.â
You tilted your head, then laughed some more, âYes, it is. You don't even see me as a woman, I'm just another producer.â
âThat's also not true.â
âRight,â you chuckled. âLet me give you reasons to walk out that door right now. I not only wanted to sleep with you but wrote a whole main track about wanting you. About being dazed, overwhelmed by desire, wanting just more. Give it a listen. You know I struggle with titles, but the name of the song was the first thing I had.â
You chuckled again and turned around, rubbing your face for a moment. It was out. You didnât care too much if anyone else knew, and if anyone had thought of it, they had been smart enough to stay quiet. But now he knew, and there was no going back. Sugar rush ride. You laughed again. You stood by that tile.
âIââ His voice sounded unsure for the first time and you turned to face him. âI donâtâ Was it just a rush? You felt a rush at the thought of me and wrote that?â
âWhat difference does it make?â
âIt makes a world of a difference,â he insisted, eyes set on you though he hadnât moved an inch yet. âI still havenât heard you say what you want now.â
âWhat I want?â You were incredulous, âAre you even listening? Iâve been saying nothing else! What?â He was unmoving, but for the first time, you could swear you saw his eyes glistening, and you were out of filters. âI want to be with you. You to fuck me already.â You shivered, the strength of your own words working against you. âI have since the day we met. I forgot I had an ex and was heartbroken to finger myself to the thought of you so many times I lost count.â He opened his mouth but you didnât let him speak, âShut up. I know what you'll say. Iâve wasted a year of my life. We're kind of friends and we work together. I know all that,â you huffed, exhausted. âSo just leave.â
You turned to get to your ensuite bathroom and this time succeeded in pulling the dress out of your body, letting it fall to the ground with a rustle. You turned to reach the makeup remover over your counter and almost missed the way he was still standing in your room, looking at you. You blinked as you faced him, and your nipples hardened without your control with the goosebumps navigating your skin. You had nothing on, you rarely did in events like those. You used it to boost your self-esteem and feel sexy, and now you guessed he knew it too.
You removed your makeup relatively quickly and were curious to look back, and he was gone. You looked down with tears pooling in your eyes; but of course. Why did it all just have to come out of your mouth like that? Now he knew your deepest darkest secrets and would never want to work together again in the future. Great.
You stepped into the shower and let the warmth wash away your worries. You were not a child. You had feelings and wants. They were perhaps misplaced, but you didnât harm anyone. You sighed; still, maybe it was best to look for a new job in the morning.
Once you made peace with that, your mind wandered to greener pastures, to more heavenly thoughts. You reviewed the expression he had as you told him crudely what you wanted, and it was good. Tense. In your wildest fantasies maybe it could be even a little possessive. And the thought of Min Yoongi getting possessive over you turned you on like nothing ever could.
Your hand trailed south along your skin and avoided the water. Your undeniable arousal made you chuckle. You had just told him you touched yourself thinking of him, and there you were again, like clockwork. He never told you not to, he didnât act disgusted or look at you sideways, so suddenly you felt egged on.
You tilted your ass up and out of the water and spread your folds greedily, closing your eyes to think back to his dark eyes while you were naked in front of him. It was as if he wasnât thinking, he was just looking. You didnât see his eyes running up and down your body, but you didnât have to. No way he would not be curious, even if he had walked out.Â
His leaving stung but fuck, was he hot. Now he knew you thought of him and what you did while thinking of him. Your heart stung for a second with the thought that you would lose his friendship, but you got back on track. You were horny and he had created that mess. You tried to kindly tell him to leave so many times, it wasnât your fault that he lingered until you were spurting the deepest truths and stripping naked to shower.Â
And now he knew. He knew you didn't like wearing underwear when you had formal events, how sensitive your nipples were to the cold, and that you had a small blue birthmark at the end of your back. Fuck. He knew you were a dirty little whore fingering yourself to the thought of his cock buried deepâ
Two arms wrapped around you and you moaned, too immersed in your fantasy to be startled. You were thinking about his arms around you, his chest strong for your back to take support, hands trailing down your body to explore with long fingers ready to spell your demise so easilyâ
His fingers were next to yours cupping your sex and you gasped, squirming away only to be pressed against his firm chest.
âNo, continue,â his voice was a taunt as his free hand seemed indecisive about where to settle on your body. âYou want to touch yourself? Go on.â
You stammered his name but his fingers were quickly learning from yours how to trace your heat, spread your slick, and make you tremble. You were shaking, half embarrassed, half feverish, until his other hand finally settled on groping your breast harshly and you moaned. You moaned with a hiss dragging with how much more you wanted, with your ass bucking into him only to rub more to get a better feeling of his hard cock on your ass. He was clothed, you could feel it, but the thought of him wanting this was driving you up the wall.
He was coming to you while you showered, entering it with clothes on just to reach you, grab you, touch you, and make you moan. There was no hiding it now, no possible misunderstanding. He had fingers rubbing your clit while his other hand squeezed your tit harshly, making your legs weak. Nothing was forcing him to stay, to touch you, to listen to you moan.
You bucked your hips again, you were so close to coming it was unstoppable. Yet a logical thought still tried to push through, âAre you sure about this? We're friendsâ We work togââ
If only you werenât rubbing your ass on his crotch to feel him better, to get tighter, to force his fingers on your clit to chase you.
His reply was a whisper to your ear over your wet hair, âYou said what you wanted. You can feel how much I agree.â
Your walls squeezed, you were so ready, âYouâ You want this?â
His hips pushed into you once and you almost fell apart. âDonât pretend you canât feel it. Iâm asking myself how you never noticed.â
You gripped his hand over your chest and he released the pressure, instantly making you squirm and whine in a complaint. You pressed his hand and he squeezed again, hearing attentively how your moan pitched wantonly. He hummed near your ear, nuzzling your wet skin with a smile adorning his lips. So that was how you liked it.
âNo, Iââ Your breath hitched with how he was working you and for the second time you thought you would fall apart, but the intensity reeled back to allow you to think. âNot like this. I noticed you treated me differently but I thought it was because I was the only girl in the studioââ
You staggered with a gasp, your body rushing a cold wave under your skin to contrast with the warm water of the shower, but again the sensation eased as the seconds ticked away. And you knew then that it was him, keeping you on the edge and not letting you fall apart. Him with his smooth fingers and nuzzling behind your ear.
âNo, not because of that,â his voice was tense as his lips ghosted over your wet neck. âI was⌠charmed,â he admitted with a chuckle, and when you bucked your hips, he gripped you closer. âBut I thought you saw me as a friend.â The thought alone made his lip pull in annoyance, but the slick covering his fingers at your heat soothed him, âI could have done this so many times if you had just asked.â
He bit down on the tender flesh between your shoulder and neck and you screamed, the sting mixing with your pleasure so viscerally that you could have cum on it alone. Only he sensed it too and moved his hand away, dragging yours along so you couldnât finish it yourself, and you laughed quietly. He was suckling on your skin with meticulous precision and you could only grin widely, euphoric sparks flying out of control inside your belly.
âYou could have said something too,â you sounded like you were whining, but you couldnât stop yourself. He was now licking where he had just marked you and you were trembling, legs so weak it was embarrassing.
He let go and nuzzled along your neck to your spine in between your wet hair, âI didnât want you to feel pressured. You either want it or you donât. I thought youâd say something.â
You chuckled, âI wouldnât ever. You should have known.â
He hummed and leaned back ever so slightly to look at the curve of your ass pressed against him. Then his hand trailed up, lashed by the shower while gently feeling and pressing your soft skin. He couldnât believe he almost missed this.
âWe have to work on that, then.â
You were still smiling when you let your head fall back to his shoulder, âIf you did as I saidââ
âI'd be out of here without ever getting to touch you,â his annoyance was clear in his voice, and even in the way his fingers pressed less gently. âWithout knowing whatâs on your mind. No, you,â he wrapped his arm across your torso to gently reach the base of your neck and you looked up, giving him more space. âYou are not in charge here.â
He couldnât have known the way you were grinning. You just let yourself fall further into his embrace, his hand settling on the base of your neck in a way you found comforting. Then he turned you gently to the side and your back hit the cold wall. A hiss came out of your lips quickly, but you were still smiling. Even as his dark eyes scanned you for your reaction, with one hand keeping you still by the neck. You were waiting with a familiar ease on your features, and he relaxed. That was enough.
Suddenly, your feet parted and you were surprised. He had used his foot to spread your legs and the way his free hand was tracing your wet body like he owned it shortcircuited your brain.
âI want to know what this dirty mind of yours has been keeping from me.â
You could hear a hint of eagerness and it was enough, âI won't tell you.â
âYou will.â His tone was so sure, like he held the world at his beckoning, that you trembled. You were sure then he would hold yours, turn it upside down, inside out, and youâd love every second of it. âYou will tell me every dream of yours, every fantasy, every little filthy fleeting thought. Then maybe we can do something about it.â
âMaybe?â You were eager, his hand was at your lower stomach but seemingly chose to ignore where you ached most.
âMaybe. If that's something you want.â
âI do, I want everything.â
His eyes jumped to yours; he needed to know if that was a spur-of-the-moment blurted line, or if you meant it. All he found were eager glistening eyes. âEverything?â
âEverything,â you confirmed, eyes staring at him like you were seeing stars.
For a split second, he considered that this could not be what he thought it was. Maybe you were still drunk and just talking big, maybe you had no idea of what you were saying. But the way you didnât waver, even as he considered pulling the plug on everything despite being a millimeter away from snapping and making his thoughts come true did sway him. He brushed your jaw once so tenderly and you leaned into his touch. Heâd take it easy while he discovered you, there was no rush.
âAlright,â he voiced and lowered his hand. âShow me first.â
âShow you what?â You were eager but you were starting to shiver.
âWhat you do when you think of me.â
âDidnât you just catch me doing it?â
âYouâre going to look at me this time.â
âLook?â You tilted your head slightly.
âEyes on me,â his eyebrows twitched.
âOnly my eyes?â
âAnd your thoughts.â
You grinned and looked away but his instant grip over your chin made you look up.
âYou sure you want everything?â
You huffed with a sly smile and let your head fall back to the wall, âIâm sure.â His dark gaze was skeptical and your grin widened, âOh, I want everything, sugar. Be sure not to hold back.â
He looked down to follow your movements and you almost laughed. Your hand was rubbing your clit so you could control your pleasure while his eyes roamed your body, the doubt lingering on his features. You could laugh again, but you didnât. The way he doubted you was funny because he had no idea how crazy you were about him, but then it occurred to you that you also didnât know the first thing about him. Did he like to watch? Would he guide you or leave you adrift? He had edged you three times already, did he notice? Did he do it on purpose to drive you crazy?Â
Would he do it again?
Where exactly was his line? He was quiet now, eating you with his eyes and absorbing every little detail, from the way you breathed to your tongue peeking through your lips, to the way you gathered your arousal to coat your clit. You gasped ever so softly and his eyes instantly jumped to your face, and your lips twitched. You had him. How was it that you had the powerful Min Yoongi?
âWhat is going on in there?â
His voice was soothing and low, soft as a caress, and you smiled. âYou.â
âMe how?â
âYou told me to think about you,â your fingers hastened and you grinned.
âI told you I want to know your thoughts.â
You hummed with a smile and eyed him from head to toe shamelessly. You knew what he told you, what he wanted, but what about what you wanted?
Your fingers picked up the pace as your eyes gained a sly glim, and you thought he saw it. If he didnât, he at least heard the wet sounds echoing in the bathroom.
âDo it slowly.â
You obeyed, so painfully slowly that your eyelashes fluttered, but what truly got you was the soothing of his features. He looked endeared, all because you did as he told you. He looked so sweet, so adorable, so loveable. You wanted to squeeze his precious cheeks.
So you reached forward to touch his face, but he slapped your hand away harshly, âNo.â You bit your lip not to smile but his eyes were just hardening. âIâm still waiting.â
âFor?â
You couldnât help your grin as you squirmed ever so slightly against the wall. His precious dark eyes were so focused on you.
âMe how?â
But he wasnât paying attention. âYou right now.â
It didnât surprise you that he didnât become impatient, âJust me standing here?â
Your fingers were ever so quicker, âStiff as a stick trying to control something that isnât yours yet.â
His eyes glimmed and your tongue peeked out again to hide your laugh. It was fun seeing him being careful, but when would he actually touch you?
âDidnât I say slower?â
You instantly did, and the recoil of the feeling had you fluttering your eyes closed.
âEyes on me,â he sounded angrier now, closer too.
You did open your eyes but pursed your lips; there was still half an arm's distance between you. If he wouldnât get the hint, then youâd have to do it yourself.
âStrip,â you asked, swallowing dryly.
He scoffed and instantly looked down, âI said slow.â
âIf you want it slow, do it yourself.â
It happened so fast you couldnât process it. Like a rubberband snapping, his hand darted to your neck pulling and pushing hard enough that your head banged the wall but not harshly enough that it hurt you. It did daze you for a second, but your lips just formed a grin until you laughed.Â
Two could play that game, apparently, and he looked so fucking hot when he was mad. You loved that his hand stayed put like a necklace, a reminder that he wasnât touching your heat, but he owned it. Along with your thoughts and your pleasure, he owned you. And that would have been enough to snap you, but what about him?
So you closed your eyes again, blatantly going against what he wanted, and were not surprised when his free hand darted to pinch your hardened nipple. You moaned instantly, facing him with the same challenge, meeting dark eyes that seemed to have given up on making you talk, but not on making you do as you were told.
So every time you blinked, he pinched you. Your nipples, your sides, your ass, earning moans every time, but nothing more, until he snapped again. He jumped on you and you just made your neck more available for him to latch on and bite. Your moan instantly pitched, and it finally seemed worth it. He was squeezing your tits and biting you while you played yourself to his presence, and he finally was involved in it too.
âDonât come.â
The joke was that you wanted to do as he said, but you couldnât anymore. Your moans were higher now, just like your daze, and in a secondâ
He yanked your hand away, âThatâs enough.â
âWhy? Didnât you want to see what happens when I think of you?â
Your voice was light but your chest heaving gave your state away, and the more he kissed and bit down your neck, the worse it became. You needed him, needed more than just his thoughts or presence. You gripped his shoulders to bring him closer, you neededâ
A whimper pushed out of you as you hid in his neck, but he didnât stop. You were sure that had to be at least three fingers just pushing into you roughly with no preparation other than your repeated edging. No preparation came, whatsoever, because as soon as they were in, he started pumping his fingers in and out of you at a vicious speed.Â
You instantly lost your grip on reality, though not on his shoulders, as even the air seemed to still inside your lungs. The sultry sounds echoing around you didnât just come from his digits beckoning you closer insanely fast, but also from your whimpers. Because there was a fire burning you from the inside out with every moan as he bit and licked closer to your ear. As your nails sank through his shirt to reach his skin, your legs trembled, and the wall behind you became scorching hot while he pressed you to it.
From deep within your frenzy you couldnât hear his growl near your ear, or feel the way his drool dripped down your neck or his fingers dag at your skin. He could hear you, pitchy moans quickly becoming an addictive sound, yet this time it was different. Your cunt was squeezing around him like a vice, and the harder it made for him to finger fuck you, the more he wanted to.
âDonât come,â he grunted right under your ear, but you couldnât register. You just moaned even more desperately, gripping him to you so hard he thought heâd melt. âYouâll cum when I tell you to.â
He was trying to hold on to something when he pulled away to look at you, but he could see you werenât listening. You were flushed and panting hastily, avid with your nerves on fire. You could only see him and you had been waiting too long.
âPlease,â you sounded a second away from breaking into tears and he admired you for it at that moment. You were so strong for him. And so pliable.
So he kissed your cheek gently and said your name once, taking pleasure from rolling it over his tongue. âGo on, cum.â
And it was all you needed to snap, tears coming to your eyes as your hips convulsed and searched for friction. You didnât think you needed it because your walls were tensing, and again and again while desperate cries fell from your lips. His fingers calmed down inside you, his breath the same temperature as your blazing cheeks, and you thought a sweet blanket of lethargy would cover you soon.
Only he never stopped fucking you with his fingers, and so you whimpered and tried to push him away weakly.
âDonât come down,â he murmured to your cheek. âStay, donât let it go.âÂ
Your nails sank on his shoulder blades again as you squinted your eyes shut. Tears roamed your eyes as you tried breathing and pushing through your sensitivity. You could handle your clit being sensitive, but inside you, that was a whole different story. You felt like you had been pounded to perfection, only to be further kneaded into sensations you had never felt before.
You looked at him, eyes droopy with whines coming out of your mouth. Why werenât you surprised?
âGive me another one,â he asked gently, but you didnât answer.Â
How could you, he twisted his hand to reach into you deeper and your whole core burned. He was relighting a fire you thought had been extinguished, only to leave you breathless, dripping slick down his hand as you moaned between gritted teeth.Â
So beautiful, so tense. He wanted to release you.Â
âLook at me,â he asked softly, and you did. His eyes gave you a tenderness that made your heart convulse. How could he act sweetly like that, as if half of his hand wasnât pounding your g-spot to bits? âYouâre so good. Doing so well, giving me everything I want.â Your only reply was your moans, but you were listening. âI need you to focus for me.â He leaned to whisper in your ear, âFocus on the tension. Youâre so tight around my fingers. Relax, donât fight it. Thatâs it, move with me,â his voice was sweeter, and you softened. It was as if he was in it with you. As if he could feel it too. As if he was fucking you and not just sticking his fingers inside you. âYou feel so good,â his whisper felt like the highest form of praise, and your moan pitched, melting alongside your nerves. He was so happy at the sound as he traced his lips down your cheek to whisper to the corner of your mouth, âCome with me.â
You moved with him once, twice, seeing in his eyes how much he was seeing and feeling you before looking at his lips, so close. He brushed yours ever so slightly in the hint of a kiss, moving with you as if you were jumping on his cock and not on his digits, and it was what pushed you. You pulled him closer and he let his mouth fall to yours, and your orgasm instantly started, forcing you to swerve so you could moan and breathe as you disintegrated.Â
He let you feel your ecstasy to the fullest, biting his lip and feeding off of your release as if it were oxygen. Your trembling lips, your nails that marked his shoulders, your throbbing walls squeezing and gripping around him in sweet delight. All of you like a charming melody, sweet and utopic. Your moans were music until the very last, and by then, he had to taste it.
His free hand cupped your cheek and coaxed you into a sloppy kiss that you instantly reacted to. You were still not there, though, too dazed from the high to realize it fully; until you did. And you gasped. Yoongiâs tongue was licking at your bottom lip gently as if you were a delicacy that needed to be tasted slowly, and you couldnât believe it.
You parted your lips to let him in and he pressed you even closer, enclosing you in such a euphoric moment you thought youâd pop like a firework. Like a cocoon filled with dazed butterflies with nowhere to go. He was kissing you and your wildest dreams seemed to have just come true. Tears were still hanging onto your waterline, and when he pressed your lips to move away and breathe, you were scared that it had all been a dream.
âSo good, youâre so good.â
His voice was calm and tender, and it gave you the courage to open your eyes. He was so close with his eyes roaming your features swiftly, taking in the smallest detail as if he was finally free to. Then he smiled at your wonder, and you were convinced it was a dream.
That notion didnât dissipate as he reached to the side to grab a towel and dry you with gentleness, enveloping you in the fluffy material as if it were a cloud. You sniffled, drained from the energy that you had just burned away and woozy from his sweet pats as he tried to dry the excess water out of your long hair.
Not even when he took your hand and pulled you back into your bedroom did the haze recede. Instead, you saw him pull the duvet open for you to get in the bed and you lost the towel and got in without a thought. Once you settled in, you did have your first thought: where was he going?
But he was back soon, and you knew in the back of your mind that he was just making the place tidy: getting the coffee cup from the floor to put it on the table, stopping the shower, and shutting the lights. Then he grabbed your towel from the floor and dried his own hair with hastened movements before throwing it aside. His eyes fell on you and your own picked up on the wet spots on his clothes. He was probably cold too.
âCome here,â you voiced hoarsely, staying in a ball to conserve the heat. He instantly stepped to you, but you pouted, âClothes off first.â
He blinked and looked down, but then smirked and did as you asked. Of course, he couldnât make your bed humid and uncomfortable with his clothes. Your eyes were on him, unable to separate from the soft unblemished skin revealing itself more and more. His muscles moved as he bent down, wide shoulders and soft biceps trying to hide the strength he had. But you just observed quietly, tucked in the duvet. You could still feel his fingers inside and all around you, pressing and owning you easily. But you could keep a secret, his power and strength were only for you to know.
He lowered his pants and boxers and your eyes glued to him like a magnet. He was hard and pretty, with protruding veins on a thick length that had your imagination doing cartwheels.
Your thoughts were interrupted quickly when he opened the duvet to get beside you and you shivered. You opened your arms and legs to welcome him, and in your haze, you suddenly thought that it all felt so domestic.
He grabbed your hand and pulled it away to tell you he wanted to lie behind you and you agreed instantaneously. His arms wrapped around you just as fast as you rubbed your ass to his crotch, and he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your head.
âYou must be tired.â
âNo,â your voice was a low whimper as his warmth relaxed your nerve ends.
âNo?â He sounded amused and soft and you had to admit that his chest was the fluffiest pillow.
âNoâŚâ
You didn't want to, but you were slowly dozing off. Slowly, and a bit more with every soothing breath you took together.
You shook and forced your eyes open, âI don't want to fall asleep.â
âWhy?â
Your heart beamed and your lips curved; he was still holding you with his mouth to your head.
âBecause⌠it will end,â you admitted, falling deeper into his touch as he nuzzled your hair. Suddenly you realized his boner was half gone. âYou didn't come, I haven't touched you yet. I don't want to miss the opportunity.â
âWe have tomorrow.â
âYou might change your mind.â
âSo can you.â
âI won't,â you insisted with a hint of annoyance as you twisted to look back at him.
âI won't either,â he promised calmly, glistening eyes set on you.
Your eyes were closing, the comfort and lethargy were pulling you away. Still, you focused on his lips, âKiss me.â
He met your lips with no hesitation and you let that sweet touch soothe you. When he pulled away and kissed your nose, you slipped asleep.
When you woke up in the morning, two things made you alert: your soreness and the lack of space. You groaned with the sweet throb between your legs but frowned because something was over you. Turning back, the most precious image graced your vision and made stars twinkle in your eyes.
Min Yoongi was sleeping as quietly as a mouse with an arm around your shoulders as if to keep you tucked in. You brushed his hair aside and his nose twitched, making you instantly melt. Why did he look so sweet asleep? How could he be such a beast as a musician, a genius producer, and a darling in private?
You kept brushing his hair soothingly, thinking that intimately he was not a darling. No, not cute, not sweet. If that throb between your legs meant something, it was that Yoongi was the kind that owned. He owned his music, his process, the studio room, and you, for all you cared. Your finger trailed his cheek as you recalled your words the night before. He said he wanted you, the same as you, and he said he wouldn't change his mind, but what if he did? What if you lost your opportunity the night before?
Maybe you were still half asleep; otherwise, the fact that you were both in bed naked would have meant something. As it stood, you were anxious about what reality could bring. So when he opened his eyes and saw you, your instinct was to kiss him.
You brushed his lips gently but surely, giving him more than enough time and place to push you away if he wanted to. So when he didn't, you became bolder. Your tongue teased the seam of his lips and your hand roamed his chest, and as you got lost, you became vulnerable.Â
He waited as long as he could. He let you kiss him, let you press, let you push him a bit back into the pillow, let you cup his jaw, but you never moved away. Never stopped, and never changed your mind. You did say you wanted everything, and he thought he had given you enough time to take it back.
So he grabbed your hair and rolled over you to get on top, pushing his tongue past your lips without asking. And you moaned, instantly weak to him taking something that in all that concerned you belonged to him anyway.
You thought that meant a green light to explore him just as he was doing, passing his hand down your side to your waist, but no. You palmed the expanse of his chest and he interrupted his mission simply to grab your wrists and pull them down. He pressed them once to the mattress, then released one to pass his slender fingers between your breasts and you took the opportunity again. Your hand sneakily went under the sheets to scratch his hip up to his ass, feeling how firm he was over you, yet he caught you before you could squeeze him.
âStay still.â
He could have been saying good morning, yet you puffed, âLet me.â
âNo.â
âBut I want to,â you pouted and he nibbled down your neck.
âToo bad.â
You wanted to be good to him; you liked him touching you and his hard cock ever so close to your core did make you hazy with want. But as he kissed and licked and palmed and pressed you from head to toe, you grew impatient. Incredibly so when he turned you belly down to do the same down the length of your spine as if he had all the time in the world. Even more when he raised your ass and spread your legs, nibbling at your ass cheeks and squeezing them roughly. Aggravatingly so when he noticed your wetness dripping down your inner thigh and made it his pastime to try to reach it with his tongue.
âYoongiiiiii,â you whined at the end of your patience, waves of goosebumps driving you insane as he spread your asscheeks more to reach your wet inner thighs.
âHmm,â he was having way too much fun.
âLet me touch you too.â
And ruin the fun? âNo.â
You whined again, âBut I've waited.â
âNot enough.â
âWhy not?â You were sulking despite your spasms around nothing. He could feel them without directly touching you, and it drove him to bite and kiss harder. You squirmed at his lack of reply, âHow long more?â
âUntil I say so.â
You shook your ass half in annoyance half in desperation, âI've waited enough. At least fuck me.â
âNo.â
It was as though he was shooing a fly.
âCome on,â you dragged. âGet to the good part.â He snorted but didn't move. âFuck me, come on.â
âNo.â
âBut you'll feel so good.â
He sighed with your taste on his tongue, âI know.â
âSo do it.â
âHmmmm.â
You thought there would be progress as he touched your core ever so lightly. But you waited and waited for what felt like an eternity. And although the tip of his fingers explored every nook and cranny slowly and gently, even the embarrassing ones, you were still not closer to what you wanted.
And so you snapped, âI asked you to fuck me.â He hummed, but your tone was assertive, âI won't shut up until you do.â
He changed absolutely nothing, wet fingers dragging to your nipples lightly. And so you insisted.
âI'm waiting. How long will you keep me waiting? Should I do it myself?â
Your hand moved and he put it in place instantly.
âI can show you how it's done,â your tone became mocking. âIn case youâre lost.â His teeth brushed the back of your thigh and you smirked, âIf you never used your cock beforeââ
A slap to your asscheek echoed and you grinned. It was firm, a warning, but what could you do? You always liked to talk big in bed, and you couldnât miss the opportunity to rile him up.
âNothing to be ashamed ofâ If you don't know where to go or what to doâ Should I take over?â
Every slap felt like a win and that last one wasn't any different. He gave more of him when he did it, and you felt it in the sting, the touch, the attention. When he grabbed your asscheeks and squeezed until you cried out, you thought that he might be holding back.
âYou talk too much,â he said quietly.
âAnd you fuck too little.â
He pushed you harshly to fall with your belly up and grabbed your head firmly in place, using his body over you to fully press you down the mattress.
âI like to fuck people who indulge me.â
âLiar.â It escaped your lips before you could think. You were too horny to think, but then you laughed, âFucking liar. You're rock hard, you want to fuck me so bad is not even funny.â
âYour point?â
âYou like it,â you whispered, raising your head to reach his lips, which he didn't let happen. You looked into his eyes, âYou like my talking. You adore every spank and every little reason I give you to do it.â
His expression didn't change except for the laughter in his eyes, âCan you blame me?â
âFuck no.â
âIs it a problem?â He seemed cautious.Â
âYoongi,â you sighed. âI said everything.â
His lips finally showed a smile as he got on his forearms to look at you with new eyes.
âBut Yoongi,â you called with a pout. âI did wait long enough.â
He grinned widely, so endearingly you wanted to kiss his entire adorable face. So loveable you wanted to drive him crazy.
âYou wait until I tell you to.â
He seemed happy now as he leaned to kiss and play with your chest, pink tongue messing with your perky nipples to the point you squirmed. And it felt good, so good your legs were restless under him, opening but struggling to get him to align. He tortured your nipples, suckling and biting only to smile at your fussiness. You could only take so much.
You squealed, âIf you donât put your cock in me soon Iâll fucking scream.â
âScream?â He was amused, barely separating his mouth from your breast.
But you sucked in a breath and screamed at the top of your lungs. Only for a second though; his hand covered your mouth and forced you to look at him.
âShut it.â
He raised his hand carefully with your eyes locked, and all you did was roll your hips to get his cock near your dripping core. You thought he had learned something, so when he moved too but against you, keeping what you wanted purposefully at bay, you decided that holding back was not getting you anywhere.
You threw your head back and screamed again, and when his hand darted to muffle it, you bit it.
You took another breath, but before you could scream his hand wrapped around your neck firmly. You looked into his eyes as lightheadedness relaxed your neck and shoulders. He was so careful, but you were at such ease.
âAre you going to be quiet?â
His fingers were perfect around your throat, âI want to cream your cock so bad.â
Your voice was a wanton whine as your glistening eyes focused on him. You couldn't describe how much you were melting, how much he relaxed you only to tense you up the next second if he so chose to. How much that drove you to want him like crazy.
âIs that a dirty thought?â You nodded once, pleading with your eyes. He nuzzled your nose sweetly, âNot yet.â
âThen I won't be quiet.â
Your voice was gentle like a breeze but carried consequence, and when he nuzzled you further, you knew everything went both ways. He knew it too, and he wasn't stopping you.
You tentatively tried a scream and his hand wrapped firmer, observing you with sparkles in his eyes.
You huffed, cheeks becoming hot, âWhy wonât you just do what I want?â
âWhy wonât you quiet down?â
âAnd do your job for you?âÂ
You could see the smile in his eyes â he knew you were embarrassed. He was just seeing how far youâd go in your brattiness, but you were so horny you were lost.Â
âAll Iâm asking for is your cock, donât you have one?â He raised an eyebrow at your taunt; you could both feel his hard shaft pressed to your thigh. âSo why donât you shut me up? Do you need me to tell you how to use your dick?â
âJust because youâre needy and desperate, it doesnât mean you should get what you want.â
The burn traveled to your chest; he was scolding you and it was like youâd been shaken. Of course, heâd answer you and deal with your attitude. You never thought heâd be the type to let it fly but to actually have him doing it was burning you from the inside out.
âBut what I want is you,â you sighed, batting your eyelashes flagrantly. âLet me get on my knees, Iâll do whatever you like.â
He took only a second, âNo, I like where you are.â You grinned in absolute joy; you also loved being under him with his hand around your neck. You felt taken care of and grounded, even as your mind became chaotic in the hazyness. âAnd there goes another dirty thought, hm?â
You bit your lip, âIn my fantasies you always give it to me so right.â
âThis isnât a fantasy anymore.â
You grinned, âNo, thank fuck. You look so much better pissed off in real life.â
He raised an eyebrow, âYou want to piss me off?â
You almost laughed, âI want you to fuck me.â
âI never said I wouldn't,â he adjusted his hips but purposefully made it impossible for you to have him, and you squinted. He was smiling, âI just told you to wait.â
âAnd I told you Iâd scream.â
You were snappy and he grinned, âCanât we be civilized about this?â
His lips ghosted you and your chest burned again, âNothing civilized about the way I want you to fuck me senseless.â
Your voice was wanton, bordering a moan as your hips rolled just to feel the tease of his cock near your core, and he kissed down your chin, âSo youâll scream?â
âLike hell.â
âNo changing your mind?â
âFuck no. Stop stalling,â you whined, moving your spread legs in the hopes of catching him, but he only chuckled.
âGo on, then.â
He got off you and you huffed in annoyance and screamed. It was short and you opened your eyes to see him just observing you with amusement. Why was it so funny to him when you were getting upset?
So you took a deep breath and screamed again and this time your lips pulled in a smile because what the heck were you doing?
âThatâs it?â
His taunt had you take a deep breath and scream again, only to fall short. You covered your eyes and stifled a laugh. It reminded you of how you screamed on roller coasters.
âYou must not have enough reasons to scream yet.â
You bit your lip, imagining the reasons you could have, the ways he could make you scream. The bed dipped next to you but you stayed in your reverie. In it, Yoongi touched you. He slapped your cunt with his cock and promised to use you. He grabbed you by the neck while he pounded into you so hard you saw stars.
You huffed in impatience, neediness making you bold; you were about to sit up and do something when you stopped. He was throwing his leg over you and his cock was so close your eyes nearly crossed. He grabbed your head in place, but you were staring, fixed, jaw falling open and lax instantly. You could pretend you wanted to scream more but you were just salivating, so when he aimed his cock at you, you just met him halfway.
His taste hit your buds quickly and moved to reach your throat, and you lost it. Your eyes rolled as you closed them, the salty traces leaving you dizzy, and the way he pushed himself down your throat made you squirm in waves of pleasure. It felt hot and intense and wild as he did it again and again, each time getting a better sense of how much you could take. You barely cared about breathing; he was finally using your mouth, fucking you, showing you how much he wanted you without holding back, and with each push, he made you feel better than the last. Elated, special â he was groaning and getting riled up down your throat because you made him feel that good.
Suddenly, he pulled back and you followed him as long as you could before he grabbed your arms and raised them above your head to stop you. He had heard you choke so he was probably worried, but you only sighed in impatience.
âSo greedy,â he taunted, pressing your wrists down firmly. But he had a glint in his eyes â he was paying attention to you. Not worried, just caring.
âArenât you learning?â You said as you tried not to melt, but it was too late. He chuckled and his smile made you happy. âKeep going,â you asked softly, despite the tears running down to your hairline. âPlease.â
He brushed his thumbs on your wrists for a second with his eyes set on you. You were such a handful and he couldnât love it any better. Asking for him like that secretly drove him crazy, and made him want to give you everything you could ever wish for, no matter what. So when you leaned back and opened your mouth, it was his pleasure to stuff it with his dick. He grabbed your wrists more firmly and supported his weight on them to help him lean forward and give you the fucking you craved.
Time and time again he snapped his hips to get his cock down your throat, and it was challenging. His muscles were burning, but so were his lower stomach and balls as he tried not to come. You moaned and choked and bounced as he fucked your head into the mattress, and yet you were totally relaxed. Your arms and hands were still, calm as you got used and loved it. And he loved it too, but for your first time together and after skipping it the night before, he thought this time he wanted more.
He pulled away from you and it took you a second, but you instantly sulked. He settled between your legs as you cleaned the drool, âSo Iâm not going to swallow the sugar rush?â
He chuckled, âNo, not this time.â You pursed your lips and were about to whine about him stopping so soon when he asked, âDo you have a condom?â
Your eyes widened and you instantly scrammed to conjure up one. Shit, shit shit, you thought as you turned your room upside down, then your toiletries, then your bathroom. Why the fuck didnât you have one? Well, sure, you knew why, but you were so angry now. You could not miss this opportunity!
You turned to your kitchen, desperate at that point until you gasped. You searched for your first aid box and dug until you finally found a lost wrapper. You waved it victoriously as you strode back to your room and to bed, and Yoongi was there to receive you with a look you couldnât identify. He grabbed your arm and threw you on the bed before pinning you down from between your legs and kissing you till you lost your breath.
If he wanted to fuck you before, now he wanted to screw you so hard youâd only ever remember his cock. To think you said you wanted to be with him the whole last year, and that you hadnât been with anyone else because of it made him wild. Why had you both played it so safe? He had been to your apartment so many times, set you to sleep on that very same bed, and yet never once did he get the inkling that you wanted him. Not as he wanted you. But just now, you were dripping with how much you wanted him, squirming, begging for him to fuck you, and trying to rile him up so he would. You jolted at his fingers in your folds, rubbing your chest to his for any hint of a touch, moaning when he pulled your head back by your hair. You wanted him bad and he was going to give it to you.
He pulled away from you and you almost screamed in frustration, but seeing him putting the condom on cooled you just enough to stay quiet. Your hands even stayed above your head voluntarily as you waited patiently, thinking he wouldnât waste that condom, heâd surely fuck you finally.
You moaned suddenly and looked down, confused for a second, but you werenât dreaming. He was grabbing his cock and slapping your cunt with it right over your clit. You squirmed with need, but he kept doing it harder and harder, wet sounds echoing with your excitement.
âFuck, I just knew it,â you mumbled, clenching around nothing right before his eyes.
âKnew what?â
âThat youâd do that,â you moaned, hands tightly gripping each other so you would stay put.
He hummed as he did it quicker, seeing your slick connect to his cock, âThat so? What else do you think Iâll do?â
You were burning all the way to your shoulders, trying to move with him so that his cock could give you friction, and he didnât stop you. So you answered through gritted teeth, âStick it in, get deep, fucking use me until Iâm stuffed with your cum.â
Your voice disappeared with the lack of breath; he was dragging his cock over your clit now and it was the sweetest reward.Â
âFilthy thoughts youâre having, hmm?â You were lost in your motion, rolling your hips to earn that friction so you gasped when he pushed his cock inside you, loving the burn as your core split to accommodate his girth. âRead my fucking mind.â
You screamed when he bottomed out, biting your lip with the way he was forcing himself inside you. Then you opened your eyes to see him and instantly clenched around him, and he smirked.Â
âBeen thinking about fucking me, huh?â You could barely hold a thought, but the opportunity to tease him was too sweet.
âIt has crossed my mind,â he said and snapped his hips, and you didnât know whether to gasp or moan. Heâd hit you deep and hard, you knew he would, and it made you even tighter. His nails dag at your hips, âSo many times.â He was starting slow but deep and you could do nothing but moan. âHow you would moan, what you would want, how you would give in and let me take you,â every wish was pointed by a deep thrust. âNow look at you.â You looked down: your tits were bouncing with every hit, gushing sounds echoed along with your moans from how wet your heat was, and the sight of his thick cock pushing between your slit to enter you was the cherry on top. It was the can of cream about to blow you full, and you wanted to get filled. âAlmost cuming even though Iâve barely started.â
âCause you feel so good,â you breathed in a moan.
He leaned to grope your taunting tits, âYou told me to use you.â
âFuck, please.â
He gritted his teeth and adjusted you better so he could pick up the pace. And what a vicious pace it was, fast and steady, leaving you so hazed and lost, that you had no words. He slapped your tits around and you clenched, tears roaming your eyes with how good and sweet it was. It didnât hurt, every touch sparkled pleasure in your veins, and the sight of him hitting and scratching, his squeezes on every bit of you only made you even more sensitive. More elated and euphoric, so much so you were mumbling more with every moan involuntarily. He was slapping and roughly marking your chest as you asked, and suddenly you threw your head back and looked at him.
âHarder,â you asked out of breath, and he slapped your tit so hard you screamed before moaning deeply. âJust not my face.â
You thought to tell him from within a glimpse of logic, and he nodded and took note of your limit. Instead, he leaned forward and groped both boobs again and you squirmed desperately.
âSqueeze,â you breathed, your moan pitching. He did, but it wasnât enough, âPlease!â
He did, a bit harder with every thrust into your messy cunt. It was maybe selfish, but he wanted to see how you unraveled. How you wanted those strong sensations, how you craved something more intense each time and with every bit of strength, you transformed it into a beautiful pleasure that had you bursting.
He saw you coming again, writhing around thoughtlessly with the intensity of your pleasure, so hard he didnât have to look down to see you throbbing around his cock. He still did though, mesmerized by it, only to chuckle. You had left a ring of white around the base of his cock; you just had to have your way in the end.
He leaned in to kiss you through your haze, slowly sensing with his lips the condition you were in. At first, your reaction was delayed, the brush of your lips falling behind as you recovered. But then you reacted and pushed back against his tongue, and he knew you were good.
He pulled back and turned you around, and you helped and got on all fours instantly. He didnât wait, he aimed his cock at you and entered your velvety embrace as soon as he could. You arched your back for him and pressed back into him a couple of times to feel him deeper, and he grinned.
âFinally. So obedient,â he taunted, squeezing your ass cheeks to spread for him.
âYouâre finally fucking me senseless.â
Your voice was a whisper, and he smirked. You asked him to use you, and he was doing a good job at it. But now he wanted to make you scream, to mark you so hard youâd never be anything but his. He couldnât help it; now that his cock was shoved deep inside you, he didnât want anything else. Now that he knew what you tasted like, what you sounded like, and how filthy your mind and mouth could be, he wanted nothing else. He saw you trying to get him deeper, huffing and puffing as you swayed with him, and his chest tightened. The possessiveness you were inspiring in him was raw and dangerous, but he didnât want to fight it.
So he gave you both what you wanted: he smacked your ass as he pounded into you, seeing the way it bounced in either direction until he couldnât focus anymore. Until he was desperate to own you, to hear you scream, to know youâd beg for him forever. It wasnât enough; no matter how hard you screamed, he wanted more and he wanted it to last.Â
Grabbing your hair to pull it into showing the beautiful curve of your neck was a mistake, though. Suddenly he saw how beautiful you were, vulnerable and immersed in every sensation he gave to you. He wanted you to be his, and suddenly it hit him that you already were. And you loved it.
And it snapped his senses, overthrowing his strong grip on his pleasure as if he had never had any. He became sloppy but still held on to your hips to sink and cum as deeply inside you as he possibly could. He groaned with every peak, jerking to milk the sensation between your tight walls as best as he could until he stilled. Fuck, how the hell did you do that to him?
He noticed then you were trembling and his priorities immediately surfaced, âAre you okay?â
You hummed, but he wasnât having it. He pulled out despite your whine and helped you to softly lay on your side. Then he hopped off the bed, dealt with the condom, and searched around for water and a snack.
You were still stunned, out from the intensity of the emotions that had tensed and relaxed your body simultaneously. Your soul didnât know how to handle what just happened, and the only thing that occurred to you before he came back was that you had totally surrendered. You didnât force yourself to be tame and quiet, or said and did what the other person wanted so you wouldnât ruin it for them. You were yourself, through and through, and Yoongi fucking ate you up like dessert.
The bed dipped behind you and you turned to him, sighing happily when he pulled you in to snuggle.
âHere â water and chocolate.â
You glanced at the bottle and bar and smiled widely. Your heart was right all along, and although you knew it was definitely too soon, there were special words at the tip of your tongue trying to get out.
Instead, you let him insist and sit you up to take a sip of water and a bite before letting you fall back into his arms in a sweaty embrace that you wanted with all your heart.
He was kissing your head and tracing your arm quietly when you decided to tell him, âNext time cover me with cum.â
He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at you, and you pouted.
âJust⌠You wanted to know what I think about.â
âYou think about that?â
âSometimes.â
He smirked and squeezed you inside his arms, âWhat else have you been hiding from me?â
âYou have no idea,â you laughed.
You were melting and relaxing into his touch as he pecked your head when he whispered, âAre we bad?â
Your heart hurt for a second, what? But then you realized what he was saying: your song. When you wrote a conversation you once imagined you both could have had:
You're bad, you liar.Â
It's me who's bad, I know this bad desire, sugar.
So you chuckled and sang along to the melody, âWhat did you do to me, sugar?â
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SX Seoul Series | Jungkook Entry đ Bubbles (Part 1)
PAIRING: Jungkook/Reader
SUMMARY: You're back in town and your first stop in a night out with friends is a new club: SX Seoul. You had no plans, but when you see your ex, everything changes.
WORD COUNT: 11.6k
GENRE: Exes to lovers, smuuuuuut, angst, making up
RATING: Explicit
WARNINGS: exes, explicit sexual content, in public, oral, slight degradation and rough cause you are both hurt
PARTS: [1] [2]
(You can also read it on AO3)
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You smiled at the bouncer on your way inside the club and brushed a strand of dark hair behind your ear. Your group called you to follow as you got lost looking around the newest club in Itaewon. It was purposefully dark with red neon lights in wavy lines flowing in the direction of the dance floor but not before a huge sign with black and white stripes coaxed your attention with promises expanding over the several floors: SX.
âCome along.â
You smiled at your best friend and followed her and her friends to a reserved club area not too far from the bar. The Tech House music was making your ribcage hum comfortably and you sat on a couch before she turned to you again.
âI know the bartender on our side tonight! Iâll go say hi for a second!â
You nodded and watched her go as you took the space around you comfortably. The other girls were chatting, cross-checking who was there tonight and who they knew. You were used to hanging with girls like them â fun and wild at parties and clubs. You didnât know them because youâd been away for a while, but you trusted your dearest friend to keep good company around.
Either way, you were there to have fun and enjoy being back home. You took a deep breath, the familiar scent of sweat and alcohol latching itself onto your skin before you even contemplated dancing. Everyone else was already doing it, flowing like a perfect wave in that crowd and youâd join them soon enough.
The lights were flashing all around to the generous beat making you tap your foot, and you contemplated getting up without waiting for your best friend when you saw him. Fully dressed in black in a way that avoided light and dancing so closely with a girl your guts burned with furious jealousy.
âRight? Iâve heard about him,â a girl gushed to your right. âHeâs very hot.â
âYouâre joking, look at that sleeve,â another one replied and your eyes immediately traced his arm. It was fuller now. âI wanna ride that bad.â
âDo you think he has other tattoos?â
âIâll tell you tomorrow,â one answered and they all giggled and laughed around. Your eyes never diverted from him or the way he was dancing with that girl, firm hands gripping her waist over a sparkly deeply cleavaged top.
âBut you know, Iâve heard he fucks without kissing. Without even acknowledging you.â
Finally, your eyes turned to the girl sharing all the gossip and you wondered how she knew that.
âFirst-hand experience?â You asked with a teasing smile, just making conversation. They didnât have to know how truly interested you were in knowing.
âNo,â the other girls turned to hear more and you could see they were all charmed by the picture the girl was conjuring. âNot my kind of thing.â
The other girls teased her reply for a moment while you paid them little mind.
âYeah, right. Look at him,â another one laughed openly.Â
âHeâs fucking sexy and has this cute smile,â one said almost wantonly. She was possibly voicing everyone elseâs thoughts. âFace it, who wouldnât want to touch those curls?â
âHe can get any girl on her knees.â
âAnd a bad boy? Get serious. Weâd all be lining up.â
âWhat if he changes?â
âWhat if weâre the one?â
They all giggled except you, starting to regret not having a drink in your hand.
âGuys like him donât change.â
âActually,â the girl with the gossip leaned forward. âRumour is he was in a committed relationship and that when she dumped him, he did a one-eighty and never dated seriously again.â
Your friend neared you all with a tray of shots and a wide grin, âWhoâs not dating seriously?â
âWhoa, what a bitch,â one replied, leaning forward to grab a glass.
âWho would waste that?â
âIf I could tap that, Iâd hook him around my little finger.â
Your best friend looked at you quizzically and you just twitched the corners of your mouth. You grabbed a shot glass as well while the gossip girl explained everything to your best friend. In an instant, her eyes shot to yours but you were purposefully avoidant.
âWhatâs his name anyway?â One of them asked, turning her back so they could toast.
âJeon Jungkook.â
Your eyes immediately fell back on him and you ignored your friendâs worried looks. You cheered with the girls to a good and steamy night and drank the shot without much thought. It burned on its way down, but you were already burning from before, so no biggy. Who cared who he danced with, you were there to have fun too.
Your best friend called your name with a tinge of worry and all you did was smile, âIâll go grab another round.â
You got up and adjusted your short strapless dress to make sure it covered your ass before trying to get in between the crowd to reach the bar. You didnât have to go that far, but you couldnât control your curiosity. As you moved in closer, you could see how he seemed taller, more built, and so buff. He had let his hair grow longer and it curled wildly around his ears, giving him an edge you found yourself liking a lot. Your lower belly was tingling already as you eyed him with hunger, especially those firm hands.
You were so hot that you were sweaty and by the time you leaned against the bar, you finally noticed something wasnât right. The girl he was with was waving something small and flat between two fingers that she hid very quickly, and whatever it was got him angry. You knew that disgusted lip pull, and it made you smile.
He turned away from the girl and you instantly faced the bar, giving the whole scene your back. You were curious, hot, and bothered by the mere fact that he was there, that you got to see him, that there was a possibility that you would talk. It had been a while. You shouldnât be curious, but the tingly sensation down your stomach wasnât interested in shouldnâts.
It was then and there that you almost took a deep breath and committed to not look his way the rest of the night. Your curiosity shouldnât be enough, the girls gossiped way too much so you had all the information you could need, and there was really no need for your paths to intersect.
But fate wouldnât have you choose that road tonight, it would seem. You turned to the side, curious as to where he would be, and you smiled. There were only two people in between you and an outstretched arm with a full sleeve over the bar counter. He was too close to be ignored, and you just couldnât.
You made your way to him and luckily the two people between you had just gotten their drinks and were ready to leave. Jungkook didnât notice you getting near because the bartender was listening to his order and you just leaned on the bar counter by his side.
âOrder for me too, will you?â
He turned to you and his face was worth a million words. His lips parted to make way for air, but he wasnât breathing, and that was when you noticed the lip ring. His skin was perfectly immaculate, the sweetness youâd recognize anywhere in the tender swell of his cheeks. Higher, his normally lovely eyes were wide in shock as he took in your presence. His eyebrows twitched and you noticed another piercing, which along with the new ones on his lip made you smile as you leaned to support your head on your hand. He was still figuring out if you were a ghost while you were in wonderland, wondering what had happened to all that sweetness.
âHere you go,â the bartender placed a whiskey cola on the counter and you turned quickly before Jungkook could react.
âCan you get me one too, please?â
You were already waving your credit card and the bartender acquiesced without wasting a beat.
It was the moment Jungkook needed to grab his drink and shug half of it like he was dying of thirst. Or maybe he just really needed a drink after seeing you.
âThirsty are we?â You asked, reaching for the glass from his hand and taking a couple of sips while never breaking away from his darkened eyes. The ice-cold drink had you blinking for a second, thankful for the refreshing sensation down your chest. âYou always liked them sweet.â
You placed his glass near his hand again before turning to smile at the bartender retourning with your card and your drink.
âYouâre here.â
It wasnât a question and if you werenât interested in reading his lips, you might have missed it. So you smiled, letting the nostalgia fill you up in a nice kind of way. You had missed the little twitches of his lips while he mused or the way he scratched his nose bridge softly when he was embarrassed or at a loss.
âI am. How are you?â
His eyes were focused on the drink and he scoffed at your question, reaching to drink the rest of it. That was the first time you doubted this could end well. There was a bitterness in his features that dragged yours out of the deepest corners of you where you wished it would remain buried.
âWhy are you here?â
Your lips twitched, âNew club in Seoul.â
He sneered, âThere were many new clubs in Seoul over the last year. Never crossed you before.â
âYou know I wasnât here.â
Your eyes locked and yours had all the meaning they could have. You werenât in Seoul, so you couldnât have crossed ways before. But you were here now.
He looked down and licked his lower lip while kicking the bar pensively. You let him process the fact that you were there in the flesh while you drank. When he looked up at you again, you caught his eyes and passed him your drink. He took a second but he grabbed it, turning to the bar to down it while you leaned into his ear.
âDance with me.â
He looked out of the corner of his eye at you and you pulled back, waiting. You werenât as crazy as anyone could assume, you knew the options. He could outright laugh in your face and move away like you were a plague, and it would hurt, but you would understand.Â
You kept your eyes locked on his, riding that heartbeat as you waited. You also knew that he could take you up on that offer, dance with you, and who knew what else. And it wasnât as much as for the mystery, or a challenge, or anything of the like. You didnât want him for any of those vain reasons. You wanted so much more.
He gave you a short nod and placed your empty glass next to his, with only the ice left. You gave him a cheeky smile before turning to go deeper into the crowd, far away and in the middle so that your best friend wouldnât see you and advise you to be wise and think twice. What could you tell her; the moment fate challenged you with the chance of meeting him, you instantly lost.
You never turned back to check if he was following, you just assumed he did. You stopped with the flashing lights, sweating bodies, and thrumming music all around you, and you closed your eyes. You wanted his hands on you, his arms around you, his waist so close youâd be indistinguishable. You craved his presence, slick pooling at the thought of it alone.
So when two firm hands grabbed your waist and pulled you back flush against a firm chest, snaking arms holding your stomach and going up your sternum like they owned you, all you could do was freefall into him, releasing a moan that you knew he could have never heard, but he surely felt.
He hid his nose in your hair, lulling you two to the beat, and you melted against him. He was always a good dancer, the way he rolled his hips to guide yours reminding you of far sweeter times. His hand reached your chest and rested there, and you thanked the dark, the loud music, the crowd, the alcohol, the moment. It was in those moments that the deepest desires came out, hiddenly safely away. Only the two of you knew: how he was brushing his nose and lips on your neck, and how you were grabbing his arms to close around you tighter.
âWhen did you come back?â His lips were so close to your ear that a wave of shivers ran down your neck.
âTwo days ago.â
His arms around you had you losing yourself further and further. You couldnât care less what the music was or where you were. All you wanted was that chance and you were greedy.
âAre you alone?â
You sank your nails into his skin, âYoungjoo is here.â He didnât react but you knew he would remember your best friend. âAre you?â
You forced the words out of you. You almost didnât want to know, especially after what the girls were gossiping about. Maybe they were wrong and he was dating someone seriously. But then he would have never been dancing with that girl before, so maybe the rumors were true. And on that end, you had very mixed feelings.
He didnât answer but he didnât move away either. You loved everything as it was: every inch of his skin glued to yours, his lips ghosting your neck, his hands seconds away from groping you and making you beg.
But eventually, you needed more. You needed an answer. Youâd beg, gladly, but not if he had his thoughts on someone else.
So you turned in his arms, the short dress allowing you to easily glue your bodies together as you hid near his ear. âAnswer me,â you cooed, brushing his neck with your fingers until you were embracing and grazing his scalp with your nails. You leaned the side of your face on him, his sweat not bothering you for an instant. It reminded you of what it was like to feel him that close while on his lap. When he would fuck into you, sweetly and strongly until every breath was a moany whimper, and you buried your fingers just like that to keep him close. His delectable scent would invade you then and envelope you tightly in everything Jungkook-related until all there was left was his coarse words tensing the coil in yourâ
He breathed near your ear and you lost your breath, sighing instantly after when he said nothing.
âAnswer me,â you asked again. This time you nuzzled his ear and pressed yourself even closer, âTell me what I want to hear. Tell me youâre by yourself, that you have no plans, no one waiting at home, nothing stopping you from doing this,â you let out all your deepest desires, carried out by the close and delirious moment.Â
His hand was pressing up your spine and nape as you spoke until it latched onto your hair but it didnât pull you away. You had moved by yourself to be as close as you could, breaths fanning each otherâs faces as you waited for his reply.Â
You waited and longed, and tried not to rub your body flush against that familiar warmth that you were craving like the air you breathed. Unmistakably, your body betrayed you by leaning closer and closer until your noses grazed briefly, and that was when you felt the pull. His hand pulled your head back by your hair and you opened your glistening eyes, teeth deep into your lower lip with utmost desire, only to find his dark eyes and rigid expression. And that was enough to shake you and put out in the open everything you wished had stayed hidden: he was angry.
Suddenly, you remembered very well the last time you saw him. How much it hurt him, and you. How much of a coward you had been. How much you didnât deserve a drop of his attention, let alone his time, touch, or warmth.Â
He let you go slowly as memories you thought no longer haunted you came rushing back, making you swallow a lump. And you smiled, because how could you not? He was angry, so very clearly, and you deserved it.
Your bodies were finally separated and despite the happiness in your chest at having had the chance to see him, your knees were weak and your legs wobbly. You couldnât do this.
âIâm sorry,â you voiced, hoping that your expression conveyed how much you meant those words. For now. For before.
And you turned to leave with a deep breath. Were you running away? Yes. In a way, from the anger you created in him and the regret in yourself. From the chance of being rejected head-on, which you knew you had coming but you had never been the brave kind, so you couldnât face it. You could even agree he deserved to have the pleasure, but you were far too selfish to let him have it. No. Youâd remain the bitch who dumped him and couldnât face the consequences, which was exactly why you were leaving.Â
It was chilly outside but it didnât matter, you were too hot from all the emotions â the excitement and the shame and regret. You stepped to the street where you knew that among the cars stopping and passing youâd eventually catch a taxi dropping people off and took out your phone to text your best friend that you were leaving.
You had just hit send when someone grabbed your arm and you offered resistance, ready to fight whoever dared to try to grab you andâ
Familiar dark eyes faced you back and you instantly let your body fall to his chest. His jawline was still firm as he clenched it, angry eyes stiffening his face, but you still let yourself get drawn in like a magnet to a polar opposite. You knew he was mad, knew he had reasons to hate you, despise you, treat you worse than the girls he fucked without kissing or acknowledging, but fuck were youâ
He stepped back and dragged you along and you offered no resistance. You had no idea where he was taking you as he walked you down the street tightly by the arm, hiding his grip between you as you walked. You looked up at him, ignoring if youâd trip and fall with such high heels. He looked angry, and you cursed yourself for thinking it looked hot as hell on him.Â
He pulled you into a dimly lit back alley that led to a residential area and stopped you just behind a hidden corner covered by a parked car. Your back hit the wall and you looked up at him while grabbing the chain strap of your bag over your head so it wouldnât be in the way.Â
That thought repeated itself â he looked hot as hell. You didnât like that he was angry with you, but that tension on him was sexy as fuck and you wanted to be the one to relax him. To let him take out his frustration on you until he was vulnerable and sweet like you always remembered him.
Those were the thoughts in your mind when you raised your hands to touch him but he slapped them away harshly. You didnât have time to react about it though because a second later he caged your face in his hands and crashed his mouth to yours, pressing you between him and the wall.Â
The cold wall was nothing when you were burning inside out. His mouth was hungry on yours and you paid him back in kind, getting your tongue to meet his just as eagerly. Your hands gripped his shoulders closely while you tried not to let the lightheadedness get you, but it was too late. All you wanted was happening right now, youâd keep kissing him and reaching for him until the end.
His hands lowered to your curves as his lips trailed down your jawline and you moaned when he squeezed your chest harshly. You pulled him closer, you wanted it all, and when he humped his erection to your hip, all you could think to do was beg.
âYes,â you breathed, feeling how hard he was through both your clothes, from head to base. âFuck me right now. Please.â
His lips quickly came to yours, if to shut you up or not you couldnât tell. Either way, he gave you enough space to reach his waist, unbutton his pants and grab his cock firmly. He rutted your hand with wanton groans into your neck, and you felt like the world was yours. If you could have him, then you wouldnât complain or whine ever again. If that thick cock would stretch you again like you wished so badly, then youâd shut up about everything wrong in this world because absolutely nothing would be wrong ever again.
Maybe he heard your prayers because suddenly he grabbed your hips and tapped them for you to instinctively jump on his lap. You supported yourself on his shoulders while he kissed you and let you play with his lip rings, rolling your tongue over them. Meanwhile, you could feel but not exactly know what he was doing at your waist level in between your two bodies. Only when he put the condom wrap near his mouth so he could rip it open with his teeth did you realize there was a good reason to interrupt your make-out session.Â
You let him have his focus while he put it on, lazily brushing your lips over his forehead, right until he searched for your panties only to rudely pull them to the side and push himself inside you almost instantly. You groaned with a hint of a whine at the burn, but soon he made you jump on his lap, piercing his cock fully into you and you let your head fall back. Fuck, had you missed this.
You didnât have time to let the pleasure reach every corner of you, but your enjoyment was not cut short. His hips snapped into yours and your chin dropped, eyes hooded when you realized that was how you were going to get him. He did it again, grabbing your shoulder and hip into place and the corners of your mouth twitched. You almost smiled before biting your lip as he started a paced rhythm that didnât give you a secondâs rest.Â
His angry eyes were on you as the slaps echoed into the night along with your stifled moans until you couldnât care. Who cared if someone found Jungkook fucking your brains out? You wanted him to, dreamed of it, remembered it, had wished on all your lucky stars you would one day get to feel that way again. And now? Fuck if you cared who caught you. That thick cock ramming into you was the sweetest thingâ
He grabbed your hair to pull your face to kiss him and you kept on moaning into his mouth. His tongue didnât meet the reception he wanted, and you blamed the way he was fucking into you so hard you couldnât even focus on breathing. Maybe it aggravated him or it just gave him his next idea, but in a second he was kissing down your neck, which had you grabbing his head close so he would keep going.
Suddenly he yanked the upper part of your dress and as it didnât have stripes, the elastic gave in and let the fabric slide. He did the same on the strapless bra, not stopping his hips for a second, until your chest was out in the open, bouncing with every thrust.
He buried his face between your tits, licking and bitting for a moment in which you knew you were dripping slick down both him and you and you fucking loved it. Your haze was so up in the clouds you couldnât be bothered to come down until he did something that shook your heart.
He tightened your legs around his waist, leaned in an angle so he could hold you firmly against the wall, and fuck you in a way that rubbed your clit just like you loved it. Instantly, the way he dragged over it and reached deep inside with his cock had you moaning breathlessly. Then he straightened up, carefully perfecting his movements until your mouth was open and you were jumping on his lap with him to the best of your abilities. He knew he had you in the right spot, you were squirming but desperate to stay close, moaning and completely lost, trying to sink your nails into his skin but weak to the sensations leaving you adrift. He reveled in that, with such pride swelling inside him he didnât know what to do with himself aside from grabbing both your tits and squeezing them harshly.
He felt the way you tensed around his cock and he knew he had you. With every snap of his hips, your eyes closed further, your moans became breathy, and your legs pulled him more in. He knew he could squeeze you to the point it bruised without as much as a whimper, but he stayed clear from doing it, taking pleasure only in the way his cock was so deep inside you that he knew youâd never forget it.
You took your hands to his over your chest and then it hit you that only he could do you like this. Only he knew every little thing that you liked, only he knew how to grope and squeeze without hurting you, only he knew exactly how to fuck you into oblivion every time. Because it was him.
Fuck, itâs him. After so longâ
You tried reaching for him, but your hand dropped to his shoulder as you let the orgasm shake you and steal away your inhibitions if there ever were any. You closed your eyes and felt his body press closer to you, almost as if to hide you from the world as you moaned and cursed him for releasing you like this. He fucked you through it, then hid in your neck when it came to his, grunting and holding you tightly. You grinned and petted his head when he stilled, blissful with having him tucked deep inside you again.
Until he cursed into your neck and you werenât sure if it was out of giddiness, delight, relaxation, or relief like it would have been for you, or if it was because he was pissed at himself.
When he let you down a bit more abruptly than you anticipated, you were left only with a stronger doubt.
He turned to the side to get rid of the condom and you took the time to put your bra and dress back in place. When he turned back to face you, you had already grabbed your bag from the floor and were just looking at him. Your lips twitched â he looked so fucking handsome with that spark in his eyes.Â
He cursed, then ruffled his hair for a moment before looking at you again, âIâll take you home.â
You pulled your hair neatly back and pursed your lips, âIâm staying at Youngjooâs. I don't have a place yet, so we⌠wouldnât have privacy.â
He openly snorted, âYou're assuming I want seconds.â
You sighed with a light shrug, âIsn't that what we just did?â
His derision fell through as his features hardened again but you didn't budge. You did what you did and didn't regret it for a second. You were both adults and he followed you, there was no point in pretending you didn't want each other. That was what you asked for and what he had given you, whether that made him angry or not.
But you didn't want to antagonize him. You gave him a short nod, âIt's okay, I canââ
He clicked his tongue and gave you a dry look before giving you a nod to follow him. You considered for a second if you should â if it made him so angry, maybe you shouldn't. But tonight you were giving 0 fucks about shouldnâts. You were doing what you wanted and what you wanted was your hands on him for as long as possible.Â
So when he stopped next to a red motorcycle and opened the seat compartment to get you a helmet, you smirked. You wouldn't tell him, but you missed exactly that â hugging him while he sped between every single obstacle and your hair flowed behind you with the wind. When you were free to go mad fast but remained safe as you could only feel with him.
He sat first, putting on his helmet expertly and starting the motor in a well-rehearsed move. You had seen him do it before when you were still together, but there was a certain magic in seeing that even if he changed, some things didnât.
He leaned his head ever so slightly to glance at you and you smirked, finally getting on behind him and gripping him firmly. Maybe you shouldnât, but you were feeling daring â and he looked back. He checked on you, despite the derision and silences. You took the small win.
âYou remember where Youngjoo lives?â You ask in a bit of a shout as he is looking at the road to finally get on it.
He didnât answer you, but seeing the direction he took, you immediately assumed he remembered. And with this, you allowed yourself to just lean closer, wrap your arms tighter around his torso, and relax. Inhale his scent unapologetically by sticking your face into his shoulder maybe a bit too much; the helmet was big and he surely felt it. Palm his chest and torso over his jacket; you hoped he wouldnât get too distracted. You were petty, knowing he wouldnât be able to stop and get angry with you or snap your hands away. Knowing this was perhaps the last chance youâd ever have to touch him, so you did. Wrong or right, it didnât matter to you. Youâd remember this later and all the little sensations and youâd be happy you did.
You were lulled by his warm body and the drum of the motor raging on, so you paid little attention to where he was going. All you knew was that when he stopped and pushed a button for a communal garage to open at the foot side of an apartment complex it was not Youngjooâs place.
He rode more softly through the cars parked underground until he found his spot and stopped. You didnât ask questions, you didnât need to. You stepped out of the bike and handed him your helmet, and he took it and put it back, the both of you quiet. You made sure to remain quiet and you followed him, small as a mouse, into the elevator lobby, then inside one where he pressed the seventh floor, and even when the doors closed with only the two of you there.
Your mind was roaring on about him bringing you to his place and the only reason he would have to do that, and your chest would soon explode. With every passing minute ever since you laid eyes on him, it felt like you were living a dream. Only in dreams did you think youâd ever have the chance of being near him, so no matter what, you were winging it. Living the moment, even if all of this turned out to be an angry fuck, youâd gladly get on your back.
He typed the code to unlock an apartment door and you followed him inside, cheekiness left outside in the night right before you got into the bike and decided to make the most of your time with him. He threw the motorcycle keys on a table you couldnât see because it was dark and turned on the lights, making you hold your breath. He had moved to that place, that much was certain, but even his space didnât remind you of Jungkook as you expected it to.
You had only taken the step to peep into his home, you meant to turn back and take your shoes off as it was respectful to do, but he was a step ahead. You stepped out of the way to exchange places with him right after he got his jacket on the hanger, but he had something else in mind. His hands followed your movement to your waist, and as soon as you looked up, eager lips were searching for yours.
You instantly melted against the wall, hands raising to run through his hair as you let yourself dive into that contentment again. While you were relaxed, he was clearly impatient. His palms traced your curves in wide but quick movements, so firmly you knew you could have already been naked, he was learning the same. His tongue was inside your mouth almost as quickly as his body pressed to yours, stealing your thoughts and any possibility you ever had to change your mind. Not that you would, and you were sure he knew that. Your hands were gripping him close, your breathing was heavy and dragged and you werenât fighting his kiss in the slightest, on the contrary. Your tongue was inviting him, your body was arching to expose more skin, you were taking what you could and youâd give whatever he wanted.
But then he broke the kiss and looked down, forcing you to stop as well. You looked at him under wanton fluttering lashes only to find him with that same stiff and reticent expression you had seen before.Â
Your first heartbeat stung â you could guess why he was hesitating and there was nothing you could do about it now.
The second revolted you â you were there, werenât you? In his house? He brought you here, so why worry? Why hesitate? Why overthink?
The third got you annoyed â if he was that hesitant, why bring you there in the first place? Why bother?
The fourth rilled you up, and that was when you spoke, âWhatâs wrong?â
He refused to look up at you but never moved away.
His breathing was calming down and you spoke without thinking, âChanged your mind?â
His eyes finally moved to yours and you saw his anger. And again, like a well-rehearsed exercise, all you could think was how you were right there.
âIâm here,â you said quietly, reaching for the curling strands of hair under his ear.
He didnât move, eyes fixed on the corner of your lips, and you knew he was forcing himself to stay like this.
âI can leave,â he finally said. âYou can sleep here and I can leave.â
âWhy?â
He finally looked up at your eyes as you let your head fall back to the wall in a languid movement.
âThis is your place, why leave?â
His jaw tensed and you could swear you saw a vein pulsing.
You sighed, âYou brought me here so here I am. What do you want to do? Fuck me until morning? Gladly. Just sleep? Iâm sure you have a big bed. Drink until we pass out? Iâm down. Talk?â His eyebrows twitched and you nodded. âNot sure how that would work, but we can. Or not. I won't say another word if you donât want me to. Just stop this internal struggle of yours. Do what you want to do.â
You were as comfortable as could be between him and the wall and just waited for his decision. Your eyes stayed on his pensive expression, taking in the little details before going down to trace his wide shoulders and biceps. He was definitely more buff and you wondered if it changed things a lot orâ
âYou can shower first.â
He backed away from you and you couldnât help your expression sobering up. He looked almost apologetic, hiding something deep inside while showing you something you could only call a mask.
But you knew him. All those women thirsting after him, wishing they could make him smile and fall for them didnât know him like you did. For better or worse, all they had were rumors while you had memories.
So you nodded and stepped towards the bathroom, but not before turning around midway, âPlease donât leave.â
The look you gave him was enough â pleading whereas his eyes flickered with an emotion you had not yet seen on him. But even if you wanted to press it and ask, you didnât. At the end of the day, it was still his choice and you were well aware of it.
You took a calming shower, cleaning the sweat and alcohol from your skin with a shower gel that smelled of him and wondering what your next step should be. You ended up deciding that if he had left despite your request, you would call a taxi and go back to Youngjooâs. You honestly hoped as you toweled yourself that he would tell you to leave and be clear about it instead of leaving to give you space at the expense of his comfort.
You glanced around the bathroom and ignored your discarded dress and heels in the corner, searching for something else instead. Your eyes fell on a black tee thrown over the laundry basket but that didnât quite make it in. You grabbed it and brought it to your nose, shutting your eyes instantly with a longing grimace â it smelled of him. You couldnât bring yourself to admit the mess of feelings that his very existence created in you, but the tears in your eyes were enough.
You quickly put it on, looking at yourself in the mirror. He always enjoyed oversized clothes, which on you looked like two of you could fit. Your lips curved as you smoothed the fabric over your stomach, his scent gracing your senses every time you took a breath. Nothing beat that comfort.
You turned to leave the bathroom and hoped to find Jungkook still there. You hoped heâd let you keep the tee, though you wouldnât be opposed to taking it off if it would be replaced with his strong armsâ
The scent of coffee hit your nose quickly once in the living room and your brow furrowed. Not because it was coffee, Jungkook liked coffee, but because when you neared the kitchen, your guts twisted. On the counter, you saw a fuming mug and the cinnamon smell instantly teared you up. That plus the bottle of soymilk and the honey pot pushed to the back told you many things: he had those things he never really drank before laying around, he remembered your favorite latte, and he made it for you.
Your eyes jumped to his back; he was looking outside the kitchen window and by the intense coffee scent around him, you knew before he turned that he was having a black expresso.
He looked at you and your guts turned; all you could do was look into his eyes while your fingers gripped the hem of his shirt on you. You were tearing up in a way you couldnât control, everything was too much. He didnât leave. You were there, in his life, in his home, wearing his clothes, having your favorite drink that he prepared for you because he still remembered how. That meant he had to care, even if just a little, and you didnât know what to say butâ
Your chin trembled but before you voiced anything, he finished his coffee, put the empty cup in the sink, and passed you to enter the bathroom. The door merely clicked closed and you covered your eyes, trying to reel your emotions back in. You stepped to the counter to grab your coffee and as soon as the taste hit your tongue, your heart shook, creasing lines between your eyebrows as you teared up.
You didnât want to have hope, but your stupid heart was turning a deaf ear. You never had hope before, you knew you fucked up and never handled things properly, and for the way you hurt him, you knew you didnât deserve any kindness. You scoffed at yourself and drank more to have the comfort of that warmth down your chest as if it came straight from him. You knew and it made no sense but you were still there and you were willing to delude yourself for a moment longer.
So you took your mug and the opportunity to look around while you heard the shower noise faintly in the background. His place was bigger now and you looked around with a smile on your face. He had the same black leather couch, the same grey bean bag, and the same shoebox by the entrance. The fact that he had a projector screen instead of a TV made you smile, he spoke for ages that he wanted to do that if he ever moved out. But as you took in the rest of the place, your smile broke a little.
On the corner, there was a barbell weight set, dumbbells, a pull-up bar, and resistance bands. He used to work out before, but now you knew why he looked bigger â he definitely worked out more now. You pursed your lips with the sweet latte comforting you as you sipped it slowly; you didnât want to think about why he was making that effort.
You moved on to peep at his desk, interested in what he was working on, and you stilled. He still had his gaming keyboard, mouse, and desktop, but now he had books about photography on the desk. He always liked photography and filmmaking, but the new camera and microphone spoke volumes about what he was working on at the moment. You searched around for the easel heâd always have with a recent work in progress or his sketch notebook but you couldnât find them, and so you pressed your lips. You loved it when sketched you, always when you least expected it, showing you beautiful versions of yourself you only started believing because of him.
You finished the coffee, eager for the sweet trace to link you back to him â you wondered what happened toâ
You turned when you heard the bathroom door opening, you never noticed he had stopped showering. Your thoughts tripped over themselves at the sight of him: wet raven hair ruffled by a towel you couldnât see, dark eyes set on you as if he wanted to make sure he was seeing right, soft golden skin covering wide shoulders and swollen arms, chest, leading to firm abs that were always there, but not as marked. Your eyes lowered, but the black towel was hanging on to his hip like you could only envy.
You raised your eyes to find him serious, looking at you, tense features on a tense body.Â
âThank you,â you smiled at him, waving the empty mug before placing it down. You swallowed a lump at the view of him walking towards you, despite his demeanor. âItâs my favoriteââ
You werenât startled when he grabbed your head and crashed his mouth to yours. You were praying for it to happen, and the burn running down your chest from the way your mouths tried to consume one another had you melting instantly. You wanted him, you werenât hiding it, and whatever way he wanted to touch you worked as long as he did. As long as those lips pressing yours covered all of you. As long as his tongue fighting yours soon spelled your pleasure at his whim while his fingers pressed marks only he could trace on you.
Your hands moved to those wide shoulders that had your knees wobbly and he pushed them away before forcing your head up to face him better. He wanted your focus on your kiss only and you didnât mind, but the temptation to grab him and scratch him was overriding your senses. You tried again, but this time he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you with him. You gripped his shoulders for support, finally sinking your nails in the soft muscle just like he was taking small bites out of your bottom lip.
Your ass hit something and when he pushed you on it, you just briefly freed one hand to throw whatever was on the dining table behind you off to have some space. You moaned with the bites he was leaving down your neck while you focused on keeping him close with your legs wrapped around him. He fumbled with the tee shirt to get his hands on you and quickly grabbed your chest in a push-and-squeeze motion that had you moaning and humping him. Fuck, you missed this. No one could ever mess you up like he could, you always turned into a whimpering wet mess with him.
He scratched down your stomach to your hips, squeezing them harshly, then pulled away. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and you raised your arms instantly to let him strip you.
He stepped back and threw the shirt on the floor, hungry dark eyes eying you from head to toe.
âFuck, look at you.â
A subtle line showed between your eyebrows; his tone was abrasive in a way you werenât familiar with. But the way he stepped back between your legs while getting on his knees was much more in line with what you knew. Him in a praying position tracing your skin with open-mouthed kisses while he groped and scratched every inch of you was one of the reasons you couldnât forget him. You couldnât let go of what it felt like to be desired by that man. The thought alone had you wet and whimpering, the only difference was that now youâd experience it again after only dreams and hopes.
His mouth kept tracing kisses on your inner thighs, just like he knew would drive you crazy, but you didnât whine about it. No, you wanted it to last. Whatever heâd give to you, you wanted everything. You werenât beyond begging, but you wouldnât just with a little bit of torture. No, you knew how that mouth would move on you, how his tongue would lap at the perfect rhythm. You could wait for perfection.
He slapped your ass on one side, opening your leg further with a whimper from you. He repeated the motion on the other side and only then did you notice you were squeezing him between your legs. It made you smirk as you looked down â you could see his dark eyes with a few wet hair strands over them, the hint of teeth as he grazed your sensitive inner thighs. He could spank you all he wanted, you wanted him to. So you smiled and pressed your lips, clearly telling him that youâd keep your mouth shut.
He bit down, getting a deep moan from you. You were clenching around nothing, dripping with slick, and you were sure he noticed.
âSince when are you so patient?â
He sounded annoyed and you giggled wantonly, so fucking amused you couldnât help it. âIâm patient when itâs worth it.â You could feel his hands pressing your skin, going to the swell of your ass to squeeze, and you nearly sighed. âI wouldnât dare rush perfection.â
He scoffed but dropped his mouth on you instantly, having all your cockiness evaporating on the spot. He ate you like only he did, grabbing your squirmy self still while he made out with you. His tongue lapped at your clit in a fixed rhythm that you couldnât explain and seconds later you released every square inch of air from inside your lungs with a deep moan. He knew you liked a stable slow rhythm, but keeping your thighs in place was irking you. It was right there! If only heâd let you move. Just a centemeter rightâ No! Just one or two to the left and youâd be lost to those sensations you hadnât felt in months.
You whimpered, but you couldnât talk while he did that to you. You reached for his hands on your hips and squeezed them, both looking for support and for a way to be free. His humming to your core had you sucking in a breath, but what broke you were his words.
âStay still, bubbles. Let me get you there.â
And he licked you faster, keeping pressure on you with his mouth that had you whimpering and tensing up like a coil about to spring. Every lap of his tongue increased your tension, pitched your moan, and stole your breath, to a point you thought youâd explode. You sat up in your tension and grabbed his hair, ecstatic. It was him with his face half buried in you, eating you, getting you there, calling you by your pet name like nothing changed.
That thought alone pushed you to the edge and you hopped on the train. Steadily and surely, Jungkook would take you there just like he promised. Just like you wished.
So you started moaning louder, half derailed, âFuck, baby. Fuck, youâre so good.â You could barely breathe, but you wanted him to know how much you loved this. âTake me there, please, Iâmââ
Your voice broke because you suddenly were cold. You were panting and shocked, but your first instinct was to look down at him and loosen up your grip on his hair.
âAre you okay?â
He faced you and stayed silent, with your slick covering his nose, mouth, and chin while his digits dag at your hips. Your worry was clouding you, having your hand brush his cheek in search of an answer that only came when he stood up and turned away. Then, you blinked to reality and looked down and around. You were confused. Not because he stopped, but because he insisted on staying quiet and to himself.
You got up and were about to speak your mind when you saw that the towel had fallen to the ground. That gave you the impulse to walk up to him and look down shamelessly â he was so hard he was pointing at you. You raised your eyes and found his on yours, darker than before. He was tense and angry, that was clear, but he was hard, having rubbed his hand over his face to clean your slick off him. But then, why was he licking his lips and his lip rings, where your taste was probably stronger?
You took a deep breath and placed your hands firmly on his shoulders, pushing him steadily. He let you, walking back at your will until his calves hit the sofa. You tapped his shoulders once and he sat down. His hands were on your hips and started tracing circles absentmindedly, and you leaned closer to pet his hair. His sweet caresses were enough to soothe you, to become sure of something you weren't sure you had the right to be sure of. But it didn't matter â he chose the wrong night to be indecisive. You were willing to choose for you both.
You kissed his head before getting on your knees in between his legs. He gave you a dark cold stare and with anyone else you might have cowered, but not with him. You waited a moment with your hands over his legs, but he never gave you clear permission, incentive, or rejection. So you took the option that suited you best and leaned in.
You trailed your lips over his soft and built thighs, kneading the firmness with a whimper caught in your throat. You kissed closer and closer, releasing sighs left and right and paying little to no mind to what he would think of you for it. You both had always been like this: crazy for one another, praising and worshiping as quickly as you would use and abuse. You had never had another relationship like it, before or after, and to say you missed it would be an understatement.
But you werenât going to sob over past mistakes right now. No, what mattered now was to not make a stupid mistake like not kissing, licking, and scratching every inch of him until he either begged or complained or you lost it.
You moved ever so closer to his crotch but stopped by his balls first, giving them wide-tongued licks that had him sighing. You glanced up to see his eyes closed, wet hair dripping down his shoulders, and the first hint of relaxation from him. Thatâs it, you coed in your mind. Fuck did you miss seeing him falling apart, you craved it and youâd do it.
You kept licking and kissing and as you moved up his shaft it occurred to you that it didnât matter that you hadnât come. It didnât matter if he had given up or even why. You weren't opening your mouth around his tip and licking it with hunger because you wanted something in return.
You moaned as soon as that taste hit your buds and your thoughts became a blur. You bobbed your head mindlessly, drooling over him, using the expanse of your tongue on his tip, taking whatever you could no matter how because you fucking missed it. That taste, that hardness, the hand that came to grip your head but remained light as a feather, and finally, you looked up. His eyebrows were knit in pleasure with his mouth agape, tongue peaking through, and licking his lip ring while grabbing your head in a firm yet loving gesture â that was it, the prize. He was finally relaxed as you bobbed your head and drooled all over him and the perspective of making him weak exhilarated you in a way that had you going harder, firmer, stronger. You didnât notice, but you were breathing in between his cock touching your throat, your cheeks stayed hollowed, and your hand accompanied your every move over his shaft while you played with his balls. When his precum invaded your mouth, all your thoughts went out the door.
You gripped his cock firmer and moaned all over it, adjusting your posture to focus even better. Fuck, did you want his taste in your mouth. You touched yourself to the thought of it before, of him, but now being there on your knees with his grunts finally adoring your ears, your focus was all on him. You could come later to the memory of that very moment, all he had to do was let go and shoot warm ropes of cum down your throat.
But he recoiled away and guided your head away. You had no idea if he pulled your hair, but you knew he never asked you to stop. The only sounds out of his mouth were grunts of pleasure and you had seen his face â he was on cloud nine with you. He liked it, he was weak for it, for you and the way you did it, so why?
You looked up, an arched eyebrow quizzically raised, but he had his bicep covering his eyes while his chest heaved up and down. You were done with him stripping away everything you wanted from you, so you got up and got on his lap with a knee on either side of him. You thought he might have shooed you away or told you to get off, but no. His hands went instantly to support your hips and you were even more irked.
âWhy?â
He opened his eyes and the stiffness was back to his pleasant features. That had you pouting with tears in your eyes. Maybe you could figure out why, but you didnât care â you leaned forward and brushed his cheek gently. He brought you there, he wasnât rejecting you, pulling you away, or anything like that. It was time he made a decision.
âWhy push me away?â You insisted, letting your nail graze his sweet cheek gently. He recognized that tone in your voice, and that was why he answered.
âI was about to cum.â
âSo?â
He didnât answer, his eyes only hardened, and you looked down at his erect cock between you. There were so many things you could say, and so many paths to choose from. You could get angry, whiny, blow him anyway, ride him, and you considered every option. But you kept reverting to that anger behind those beautiful dark eyes. And as you both faced each other, you knew why he was mad â because you hurt him the year before. Because what you were doing was maybe a source of conflict, it sure could have been for you as well if you didnât stillâŚ
Well.
Your expression softened as you leaned to close your lips near the skin of his forehead, âTake it out on me.â
He didnât move or respond and you just dragged your lips soothingly over his skin in small peppered kisses.
âPlease,â you whispered. âTake it all out on me. I want you to.â You dragged your nails up his neck and he leaned his head forward. âI need you to.â
His hands gripped your waist as he seemed to hide in your chest and you sat closer to him. You petted his beautifully longer hair, still wet under your touch, and sighed when he pressed your back to keep you close. You smiled and kissed his head, taking that as a yes. So you waited like that until he decided how he would do it.
Your answer came when he glued his mouth to your chest and started nibbling down until he caught a nipple. You didnât hide your sigh â he was a tits kind of guy and he always loved yours, worshiping them in every sense of the word. And you had always loved him for it and for the way he could leave you a moaning mess with his attention there only.
So you hissed and sighed with his mouth, tongue, and teeth driving you insane. To return the favor, you reached down in between your bodies and found his rock-hard boner. Your spit was drying, but not yet, so you jerked him off gently through your pitchy moans.
You could feel him twitching in your hand. You knew he loved your tits and got lost in licking and biting them. You knew he got crazy when you played with him at the same time, playing with his weakness while truthfully wanting nothing more than for him to play with all of you.
So you leaned down by his ear. âCome on,â you whispered in a low tone. âTake it out on me. Do it.â You gripped him a bit harder, earning a stronger bite from him that had you instantly hissing and clenching around nothing. âI want to feel you.â Your hand never stopped and he seemed to be listening to you â only his tongue was moving. âHard. Deep. Fuck it all out on me.â
You buried your nose in his hair and waited, never stopping your hand on him. Youâd prefer he fucked you senseless, but even jerking him off would be nice if that was his mood.
But you doubted it was, and indeed, it wasnât. He let go of your abused nipple and faced you for a second. He didnât comment on anything you said, he only grabbed you firmly by the hips and stood up, taking you with him.
You gasped mutely and hugged him strongly, only to realize that he was carrying you without an ounce of effort. He was truly stronger, which could mean he would fuck you harderâ
He dropped you on his bed, making you whimper and your tits bounce around, then moved away. You sat up, worried about him just leaving, but then you tilted your head. He was adjusting a full-body mirror that was purposefully facing another wall to show the bed. You saw your reflection on it and mused over why he had that mirror set like that and took the time to change it.Â
He neared you while rolling a condom and you looked at him, breath slowing with the perspective of what would happen now. He traced a hand down your hip and you laid back, but he immediately gripped both your sides and turned you around. You puffed, half annoyed half melting at being handled like that, and got on all fours for him. You thought heâd toy with you and youâd patiently wait for what you wanted most, but he didnât. He instantly put his cock at your entrance and you groaned, gripping the sheets with the desire bursting through you.
âYou want it?â His tone was quiet but sure, almost cold. His hand struck your ass but you only gave him a gentle moan. âGet it then.â
You bit your lip and moved back, opening your mouth with the familiar stretch that had you curling your toes. You went slowly, thankful for his resistance that allowed his cock to brave more and more, inch by inch, until you felt full. You knew he wasnât totally in, and he reminded you by jerking his hips once until he bottomed out. You gave him a little whine and he chuckled.
âThere. Didnât think you had forgotten how I fucked you a second ago, but Iâll remind you.â
He snapped his hips into yours and you knew he wouldnât be gentle, but you didnât care. He was doing what you asked, finally connected to you, giving you the pleasure of your dreams. It didnât matter if he was treating you roughly, you asked for it. You wanted it, you needed it. Him, his anger, anything he would give you.
âLook at you,â he grunted before gripping your ass better. âI havenât even started.â
You opened your eyes and tilted your head to face him through the mirror. You gave zero fucks about how vulnerable you were, needy, greedy, whimpering, and begging for more even though you knew how much more could come. No, you looked at him. At his focused expression telling you this wasnât as easy as he made it seem. At his flexed abs, tense thighs, and buff biceps. At his hand on your ass, squeezing. At his eyes moving from yours to verify your position â not only if you looked good, but at your knees and elbows sliding. For your comfort. It had to be, right?
You were tucked in his grip, so when he went harder, you had nowhere to go. You took his hips slapping against you and moaned loudly, abandoned to the feeling that only he fucking you could tear out of you.
âCanât take it?â His voice was mocking. âHowâs that?â You couldnât coherently answer. âAre you that desperate for a proper dicking?âÂ
âWasnât that what you did before?â
You barely got it out but he heard you, not stopping for a second. âClearly wasnât enough. Your boyfriend must be doing a really sloppy job.â
His voice was tense, you wondered if bitterness was in the mix, but you were too high to think about it.
âNo boyfriend. Maybe thatâs the problem.â
His hand struck your ass so hard you whimpered a cry. In a second, he was rubbing that area and gripping you closer, fucking you harder. It made you see stars and you couldnât get enough.
âSo whiny,â he grunted, âso needy.âÂ
You scoffed. He was the one fucking you as hard as possible.
âDo you always moan like that?â You felt his nails on your asscheeks. âAny cock can get that noise out of you.â
You grinned, âNo, only yours can.â You expected another slap but it didnât come. âNever met anyone who can fuck me like you.â
He smacked the other asscheek harshly and gripped you so hard that the constant hit of his cock deep inside you almost short-circuited your brain.
âBut you searched.â
He was speaking between gritted teeth, but you were in no condition to notice. âSo did you. Fucked how many right here, on this bed?â
He smacked your ass again, but looking through the mirror you could see he wasnât just angry now. His eyes were closed as if in pain. But you were too rilled up to stop.
âLooking for what? Any tight cunt?â He was getting sloppy and you couldnât shut up. âOr did you really think anyone else could get you this desperate?â You fucked yourself on his cock against his rhythm and you could swear he growled. But who cared, he was snapping his hips to yours again. âWhy so quiet?â His hand striking your ass had you arching for him, but not quieting down. âTell me. Do you cream yourself this easily withââ
He pulled your hair, forcing your back to arch and take him deeper. Your mouth opened, instantly melting in ways only he could cause until you shivered when you felt him near your ear.
âNo.â You opened your eyes in his silence to find him looking at you through the mirror. If your opened mouth spelled how deep he was buried inside you, then his eyes told of how desperate he was. âOnly you do this to me. Only you drive me this fucking crazy.â
He connected his nose to your shoulder despite ramming into you wildly and grunted together with you. You couldnât stifle your moans, your curses, or your prayers. But you yelped when suddenly he let you go and rolled you over. He got between your legs and immediately slid inside, earning a sigh from you and a plea.
He pulled your legs over his shoulders and leaned down over you, seeing your eyes widen. You extended your hands, what for you werenât certain, but he grabbed them and pressed them to the mattress on either side of your head.
His hips restarted their rocking and you moaned desperately. You squirmed, and moaned, and said his name, and begged, and squeezed his hands, and all the while he never stopped fucking you. He was sweating, it was dripping over you, but you couldnât care. All that mattered was that he was as deep as possible inside you, torturing you with how good it felt, and you were there for it. Loving every moment.
âFuckâ Youâre so deepââ
âYou like it?â
His tone was gentle, almost as if he wished for nothing but to please you. You were lost. You wished for nothing else but him.
âYesâ Yesââ
You were desperate, at the edge of your emotions with tears in your eyes and he saw it. âTell me what you want.â
âYou!â Your answer was instantaneous, at the end of a moan. âYou, fuck, please, you, just youââ
âIâm here.â
You gripped his hands and anxiety crossed your features for a moment, âPlease.â
He kissed you, relenting his rhythm, only to whisper to your lips, âIâm here, bubbles.â
You opened your teary eyes to look at him and your heart shook. His eyes were sweet despite the pleasure and effort mingling in his features. He was looking at you, really looking, really seeing you, and he was there. He wasnât taking it out on you anymore, he was really with you, like he once was.Â
You didnât want to delude yourself, but the way he continued, staying close to your face to peck your lips and your cheeks, was swelling your heart too much to be contained. You moved with him, lulled by that movement you longed for for too long. That thought alone got you on the right tangent and you made sure to tell him through moans, looks, and your hands in his. He nuzzled you, sweat dripping down, and answered every plea and moan with signs of his own pleasure.
You let it grow inside you until you knew you couldnât be contained, and neither did you want to. You opened your mouth to tell him and nothing came out, but he got it.
âCome with me.â
He grunted his words before kissing you and you whimpered and moaned your overwhelming pleasure without breaking away. He groaned into your mouth and pressed your lips firmly when you were both done, panting, sweaty, and spent.
You didnât think about what would happen after that; truthfully, you wished time would stop. For a moment you believed it could be true â he stayed inside you with his mouth on your neck just suckling as you enjoyed his weight over you. You were drifting away, so utterly relaxed, happy, and fulfilled.
Until he pulled away and your heart cracked.
You couldnât open your eyes immediately, you werenât ready to face it again, not after the way you were just together. But when you finally opened your eyes, you were surprised.
Jungkook looked tired and sleepy, but that was it. He was extending his hand for you and you grabbed it. He pulled you up and dragged you to the bathroom, pointing at the toilet and turning to handle the condom. You peed but your mind latched onto nothing, you didnât want to ruin that bliss.
He took your hand again and pulled you back to bed, opening the sheets before pushing you gently with an arm around your waist. You sighed and leaned back into him. He was holding you to his chest as he covered you both with a sheet and you could swear that was all a dream. All of it.
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