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jjungkookislife · 5 years

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Everything In You

♡ pairing: Jungkook x f. Reader

♡ genre: f2l, roommates au, pregnant!reader, ex!bf Jimin, smut {18+]

♡ summary: You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help.

♡ wc: 21k

♡ warnings: cursing, mention of “baby fever”, a pregnancy scare, jealous!Jimin, impregnation kink, pregnancy kink, m. masturbation, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), creampies, marking, dirty talk, spanking, lactation kink, possessive JK

♡ A/n: dedicated to @cherryjungkookie for helping me and encouraging me to actually post this

♡ date: September 1, 2019

You weren’t going to do it, not this time. You knew you could resist the temptation; you had to resist the temptation because your best friend, Jungkook, would be right on your ass in moments. It didn’t matter if the two of you had gotten separated to search for your snacks, agreeing to meet by the registers when you were done. It also didn’t matter that your arms were full of chips, candies, dips, and drinks because you had decided to let Jungkook prove his strength by carrying your basket. Now, you wish you had opted for a cart but it was too late and Jungkook was nowhere in sight.

Your eyes settled on the ground, refusing to look up and to your right as you make your way to the registers. You weren’t going to look, looking led to touching and touching led to buying. The last thing you needed was more items for your hope chest, your overfilled hope chest.

No, it was decided; you were not going to look. You would be strong and you would walk right by the baby section without taking a peek. You were strong, you could do it...right?

You sigh heavily, your arms growing tired as you look up to avoid bumping into another customer, a quick apology leaving your lips as you continue to walk, the registers coming into sight as well as all the baby clothing you were trying to avoid looking at. You paused, looking to your left, then to your right to make sure Jungkook wasn’t coming to meet you already. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach at the thought of getting caught once again and earning yourself a lecture on how your hope chest and all your closet space (as well as his) were getting filled up with baby items.

You couldn’t help it, your baby fever had grown astronomical the past few months as you had landed a well-paying job, a beautiful apartment, and ticked off everything on your to-do before having a baby list. Jungkook knew this, knew you were aching to have a child of your own despite not being in a relationship with anyone. You had made it quite clear that you didn’t need to be married or with a boyfriend to have a child, you were perfectly happy to use a sperm donor.

Until then, Jungkook had made you promise not to buy anything else until you had your appointment with the clinic. Now, here you were debating on sneaking to the section before he could catch you. You figure you could just have a look without actually purchasing anything.

“No, no. You need to be strong, Y/n. You’re not going to look at the onesies or dresses and you’re sure as hell not looking at those tiny, little shoes. Be strong.” You murmur to yourself as you walk into the section, anyway.

You immediately make your way to the onesies, setting your items by your feet as you look through them on the shelf. You wish you had come on your own, you’d have been able to buy a few items and then sneak them in your home while Jungkook was at work.

Jungkook finishes gathering his snacks, muttering to himself about carrying the shopping basket as he sets the last item into it before he leaves the aisle to go meet you at the registers. He hopes you’re done, not wanting to spend more time in the store than needed so the two of you could go home and order pizza while you eat your snacks. He knew your period had already started, which was the main reason for your evening run out to get some snacks and some other key essentials you would need to get through it.

Jungkook left the aisle, passing by a few more before stopping to grab you a few extra king-sized chocolate bars because he knows you’ll be asking him to run out and get you more come tomorrow. He shakes his head, knowing you had him wrapped around your finger since the day you met him in your English class back in your junior year of high school. Who knew that seven years later the two of you would still be best friends and roommates.

Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion when he doesn’t see you waiting for him by the registers. He had seen you walk past the aisle he had been in ages ago and heading in this direction. Had you stopped in the hygiene aisle again? Or had you gone somewhere else?

He knew calling you was pointless, he’d known how full your arms must be if you grabbed all your favorite snacks, so you probably wouldn’t be able to pull your phone out of your pocket. Jungkook sighed, figuring it’d be best to just look for you in every department before having someone page you to the front.

Jungkook looped around, going to the clothing section, then the shoes, then jewelry and accessories before finally realizing where you’d be. He huffed, cursing under his breath as he makes his way to the baby section. The last thing you needed was for you to pout at him and bat your little lashes only to end up shoving more items in his closet.

Jungkook spotted you immediately. You were already looking through the onesies while your snacks lay forgotten on the ground, a radiant smile on your face as you studied each one. Jungkook’s heart began to ache, seeing the way your face was illuminated with happiness as you placed your hand over your stomach, no doubt wondering what it would be like to be carrying your child. Jungkook knew how badly you wanted to be a mother. It had all you were able to talk about the past few years. If only he could just tell you how he feels about you, and finally get the opportunity to give you the child you so desperately want. How can he though? How can he put his heart on the line when you didn’t see him like that and you never would, at least, that’s what he had heard you tell your ex, Park Jimin.

Jungkook shakes the thought out of his head, watching you raise your hand to start sifting through a new section of clothing. He knows you probably want to buy every item your fingers touch but he knows it’s better if you don’t. Not until you visit the clinic, at least.

“Drop the onesie and step away slowly, ma’am.” You roll your eyes at Jungkook as you hear him approaching you, his teasing smile making you scoff.

“I was just looking, Kook.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Come on, let's go pay so we can get you that pizza you wanted.” Jungkook states as he grabs your items off the floor to toss in the basket before leading you to the registers.

“Let me buy one thing,” you pout but Jungkook shakes his head as he empties the basket onto the conveyor belt.

“You don’t need any more onesies, babe. You’re already taking over my closet as well.”

You want to protest but you know he’s right, so you shut your mouth and finish paying for your items before following Jungkook out of the store.

Weeks later you find yourself curled up in bed, wishing your period would end already so you could go on with your life. Jungkook was lying behind you, his arm resting over your side as you snuggled him.

“Can I get you anything, love?” Jungkook asks for the nth time that night and you shake your head weakly.

“No, just want cuddles. I don’t want to be alone.” You grit your teeth, a cramp running through you making you hiss as you grab Jungkook’s hand and squeeze it as hard as you can. He fights the urge to yelp in pain, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he allows you to squeeze him, noting the way you exhale deeply before releasing his hand with a murmured apology.

“It’s fine, Y/n. If it helps you, then I’m all for it, okay? I wish I could do something to ease the pain for you.” his voice is a whisper, his breath hitting the back of your head as he speaks. He moves closer to you, mindful of where his hand is on your body as to not cause you further discomfort. You can feel him nosing your hair out of the way, his lips planting a kiss on your shoulder before he just holds you in his arms knowing that every time he holds you he falls deeper in love with you. The tragedy that comes with being a best friend.

You lay with him, your hand interlacing with his as you slowly start feeling better but not enough to have him release you. You honestly don’t know how you were lucky enough to have him as your best friend, especially after high school and college. It only seemed fitting the two of you move in together after graduating and now you were both more inseparable than ever; which was the reason all your relationships ended. Your partners and his partners couldn’t get past the jealousy, couldn’t build trust, and couldn’t see how you could be loyal living with each other, always saying the two of you had feelings for each other despite the two of you denying it constantly.

You had decided to end your last relationship with your ex, Jimin, after a small dispute turned into a full-on fight filled with accusations of you cheating on him with your roommate. You had been sick and tired of him being jealous over Jungkook when you had claimed nothing but “platonic” love for him. You had stressed time and time again that you were best friends and nothing more, but Jimin didn’t want to hear it, not when he could see the long, pining looks Jungkook and you would exchange whenever you were both in the room. To everyone it was obvious that he was in love with you, that is, everyone except you.

“It’s either me or him, Y/n!” Jimin had shouted. Jungkook had frozen in his spot in the hallway as he had come out of his bedroom to see what the commotion was about. Once he heard Jimin though, his heart had begun racing frantically in his chest, sweat beading on his skin as his eyes widened, tears threatening to spill as he turned to look at you. Your eyes met his for a moment before turning to Jimin, Jungkook gulped as he felt his heart sink to his chest knowing you would pick Jimin over him. You would always pick Jimin over him, right?

“I pick Jungkook. He’s my best friend, he always has been and he always will be. Get out, Jimin.” That has been the end of that and the end of you dating. Jungkook had asked you repeatedly why you gave up Jimin instead of him, urging you to go after his elder but you shake your head at him instead.

“Nobody can ever make me leave you. You’re my best friend, Kook. Forever.”

Your break up with Jimin had been rough, even rougher when you find yourself sitting in your bathroom on the edge of the tub with a pregnancy test in your hands a few weeks later. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, your stomach twisting with nausea as tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as you watched your phone’s timer countdown the seconds slowly. You breathed shakily, your hand coming to wipe at your tears, sniffling as you hoped with everything in you that Jimin had not impregnated you. You were too lost in your thoughts; you hadn’t heard Jungkook come home, calling your name as he asked if you were home.

His smile was wiped off his face when he walked past the bathroom, the door was wide open as he spotted you sitting on the tub, your hands clutching something tightly. He walked closer, wanting to throw up the moment he realized you were holding a pregnancy test. At that moment, he prayed you weren’t pregnant with Jimin’s child before he got closer, kneeling at your feet.

You gasped, startled as you felt Jungkook’s hands on your knees, his tight smile making you sniffle again as you grimaced.

“It’ll be okay, babe. We’ll make it work if you’re pregnant. We can figure something out with Park and I can help you raise them and everything will be okay because you have me and I’m not leaving you.” Jungkook’s words had more tears and sobs escaping you, his soft hands wiping them away as he went to sit beside you.

He rubbed your back in soothing circles before pulling you closer to him, one arm wrapped around your waist as he planted kisses on the top of your head repeatedly. He caught sight of your timer. Sixty seconds left on the clock before the two of you would be able to see if you were going to be a mother or not. Jungkook wouldn’t admit it to you in a thousand years but he was terrified of the results but he wouldn’t leave you, not when he loved you so much.

“I can’t look.” You say, your voice sounding grave and your throat was hurting from all the crying you had done. Jungkook takes the test from you, his eyes on the timer as it gets to zero. He turns to look at the plastic stick that may change your life forever.

Not Pregnant. he reads on the screen, his body filling with instant relief as he shows you the negative results.

“Thank fuck!” You cried out, smiling brightly as you wiped away the last of your tears. “I didn’t want to have that asshole’s baby!”

“You dodged a bullet there, love.” Jungkook chuckles, kissing your forehead and rising to his feet to leave you to clean up. You threw the test away, rising to wash your face at the sink, getting rid of any tears that had stained your cheeks. Yes, you had dodged a bullet, but you couldn’t help but feel desolate because you weren’t pregnant. You had already started picturing your life with a baby, your hand moving to spread across your abdomen as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Maybe you didn’t want a child with Jimin, but you certainly wanted a child now that you had been so close.

That’s how your baby fever started, slowly looking at baby items and doing research on pregnancy and learning about your cycle in-depth. Tracking your period and ovulation, getting check-ups at your doctor’s office and finally admitting to yourself and Jungkook that you wanted a baby. Jungkook had been shocked at first but supported you nonetheless as you began creating your hope chest and made a list of everything you wanted to accomplish before bringing life into the world.

It had taken some time, but now you were finally ready to look up clinics for a sperm donor and begin the process of your pregnancy. You were excited, bubbling with giddiness at finally being able to move forward with your decision, wondering if you’d be pregnant before the end of the year.

“What are you thinking?” Jungkook asks, his fingers stroking your side as you roll over to face him.

“I have an appointment with the clinic soon. I get to meet the doctor and discuss potential donors.” You smile wide, your eyes glimmering with excitement. You don’t notice Jungkook’s forced smile as you rattle off about the procedure and everything that will need to be done in preparation for it. He nods along, not saying much as he lets you talk to him until you yawn mid-sentence and curl up to his side.

“Do you ever want kids, Kookie?” Your questions caught him off guard, he chokes on his saliva before coughing a few times.

“Someday, with the person I love.”

“Do you think I’m doing the wrong thing by doing this on my own?” Your voice is small but you air your worry to your best friend, regardless.

“What? No, of course not! There’s nothing wrong with your decision and anyone who says otherwise is gonna have to deal with me! You want a baby, love. You’re more than capable of doing this, and I’m going to be right by your side forever. You and my godchild.” Jungkook kisses your cheek, easing your worries as you thank him with a kiss on his cheek.

“I don’t know what I would do without you by my side, Jungkook. I love you.”

Apprehensive was the only way to describe you right now as nerves wreaked havoc over your body as you sat jittery in the clinic’s waiting room. All around you, couples and women sat in chairs as they waited to be seen. The receptionist called you up to her desk to have you fill out a few forms before making you take your seat once again.

You wondered if anyone was curious as to why you were here on your own. Would they be judging you? Could they see you didn’t have a ring on your finger? Would people eye you with disgust or sympathy when they saw you without a ring on your finger and a child on your hip?

“Ms. Y/L/N, the doctor will see you now.” The nurse calls as he holds open the door for you to walk through after you’ve left your seat. You follow after him, only stopping when he escorts you into an examination room.

“The doctor will be with you shortly,” he announces before shutting the door and leaving you on your own. You wish you had allowed Jungkook to accompany you now that you sat alone with your nerves getting the best of you.

Luckily, you don’t have to wait to be eaten alive by your nerves as there’s a gentle knock on the door as the doctor asks if he can come in.

“Come in.” You call, and the door opens and closes after him. He introduces himself before he takes a seat, rolling forward to the examination table to read over the charts your doctor has sent over.

“Everything looks good on your end, as far as we can tell. We’ll need to do an ultrasound today and we’ll start tracking your cycle before we move forward with the process. Then before you leave, I’ll have the receptionist give you a passcode to enter our online database for you to pick a donor. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, yes, that sounds great!” You reply as the doctor hands you a gown to change into. You hoped you were doing the right thing.

“So you need to swallow this horse pill?” Jungkook asks as he stares at the giant pill in his hand, looking it over diligently before dropping it in your palm.

“They’re prenatal vitamins,” you explain as you pop the pill in your mouth and swallow, wishing you had gotten the gummies instead.

“You’re going through with this?” Jungkook feigns excitement as you nod enthusiastically, explaining everything that had gone on in your appointment a few days ago.

“I can even start looking at their database to pick out my baby daddy.” You grinned as you motioned toward your open laptop sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

“That’s...great, love. Really great.” Jungkook knew how dead his tone sounded but he couldn’t find it in him to cheer up when you were about to pick another man to get you pregnant when he so desperately wanted the chance to do it the nonmedical way.

“Have fun,” he says as he walks out of the kitchen to the bathroom to take a shower and retire to his bedroom, having no interest in seeing the man whose baby you would be carrying.

You watched him go, turning to go sit on the couch and log into the database. You input the passcode and several pictures of different men popped up on the screen. Each had a reference number that you could click on to learn about them, their health, professions, and successful ratings.

You clicked through all the ones on the first page, wondering how you could decide to be the father of your child, at least, biologically. Maybe you should have made a list beforehand to narrow down the characteristics you were searching for. You knew you wanted someone tall, funny, smart, with a good head of hair and a dazzling smile that your child could possibly inherit. Perhaps they could have a cute nose that would scrunch up while they smiled, and maybe they could have a little mole on their neck just like...no!

You shake your head. Why did it seem like you were describing your best friend? Of course, you didn’t want your child to look like Jungkook... right? Except that you did, because it had been a long time since you had seen him as just a friend. You’re not sure when you started falling for him but you knew you loved him deeply, but there was no way you could ever tell him that.

When you hear the bathroom door open, you look over your shoulder to see Jungkook shirtless, his sweatpants hanging on his hips as the waistband of his Calvin Klein’s hug his hips perfectly. In his hands is his towel as he fuses with his hair to dry it, not feeling your gaze on him until you call out his name.

“Yes, Love?”

“Come help me narrow down my baby’s father,” you tell him as you turn back to look at your screen, scrolling slowly. Jungkook bites his lip, wanting to do anything but lay his eyes on the man that would impregnate you.

“I’m not sure I’d be much help, Y/n. That’s a big decision to make.” Jungkook tried to wriggle his way out of this, but you shake your head in dismissal.

“I need the most important person in my life to help me make the most important decision of my life. Now come here!”

Jungkook sighs dejectedly before he sits on the couch beside you to look at the screen. He has no interest in choosing a donor with you, but he sits beside you anyway as he asks for your opinion on several men.

“Jungkook, stop saying ‘he seems fine’ to all the ones I click on!” You huff as you close your laptop and set it on the coffee table. Jungkook shrugs, not speaking a word as he gets off the couch to head to his room. Leaving you on your own.

A few days later, your doctor calls to check on you, asking if you’ve come to a decision as far as a donor is concerned. You answer honestly, telling him that you need more time to decide which he understands fully. He does let you know that you’ll be ovulating the following week so if you’re wanting to get inseminated this month, you’ll have to decide by then. You thank him for his time and hang up.

It’s Friday night, so you curl up on your couch with your laptop fully charged on your lap. You’re sipping on a green smoothie, lazily scrolling through your top choices for donors as the front door opens and Jungkook walks through with a smile on his face.

He comes to sit beside you, his head on your shoulder as he grimaced when he sees the screen. “Still can’t decide, love?”

“No, and if I want to be inseminated this month, I need to pick by next week.”

“That’s sooner than I expected,” Jungkook mumbles, his heart sinking in his chest.

“Maybe I should wait until next month? What do you think?”

“I think you should do what you think is best, babe.”

“That’s such a cop-out answer, Kook.” You roll your eyes, making him giggle before he takes the laptop out of your hands to place on the table. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he covers your face in kisses while his fingers tickle you. You squeal, trying to escape his hold, but it’s no use as he continues to make you laugh until you’re begging him to have mercy on you.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as you snuggle into him. He moves to lay on the couch, pulling you on top of him with his hands on your lower back. He presses kisses on your head, loving the way you feel in his arms.

“I wish you were on that list, Kook. You’d make some beautiful babies.” You whisper, hoping he doesn’t hear you, but he does.

* That night, Jungkook finds himself lying in bed wide awake, replaying your words over and over again. What if he was on that list? What if he was the one to impregnate you? What if he was the reason your belly grew round with his child? What if he was the father of your baby?

The thought alone is enough for his cock to begin stirring in his sweatpants, his lashes fluttering as he closes his eyes and imagines what you’ll look like swollen with a baby, except this time, he’s the father instead of someone from the database. Jungkook groans, his hand running over his bare chest, feeling his taut muscles clench as he grips his erection over his sweats. He moans softly at the touch, his cock twitching slightly before he begins pulling his sweatpants off, followed by his boxers. He kicks them off his feet, discarding them on his bedroom floor to lay forgotten until the next morning when he needs them again.

Your name tumbles from your lips. His hand wrapped around his cock as his pre-cum flows diligently down his shaft as he uses it to glide his hand over his cock. Curses leave his lips, the image of you round with his child fills his head. He knows you'll look beautiful, your body will grow to accommodate his baby. He’d cover your belly in kisses, treating you like a queen as he rubs his hands over your bump.

Jungkook feels a fire burning in his belly, his body growing hot with need as his lips part to release soft, breathy moans that he hopes you can’t hear. Oh, how he’d love to have you lying beneath him, his lips covering your flesh in kisses as your legs wrapped around him to pull him closer. Moans of his name spurring him on as he pushes into you, loving the warm, wet feeling of your cunt wrapped around him tightly. He’d moan deeply, burying his face in your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into your flesh to mark you as is.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his abs clenching as he tries to resist the urge to cum all over his hand. Jungkook imagines you heavily pregnant on your hands and knees as he fucks you from behind slowly, his hands on your stomach as he grinds his hips into you while you moan his name, begging him to fuck you deeper.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Jungkook knows he’s close, his breathing growing ragged, his hand moving faster and faster. Jungkook is close, he can feel it deep within him. Your name rolls off his tongue as he cums all over his hand and stomach. His breathing is ragged. He sits up carefully, reaching for the tissues that sit on his bedside table to clean himself up.

Guilt sets in almost immediately. He had just gotten off to the idea of you pregnant with his child.

* “Have you decided yet?” Jungkook asked you the next day at breakfast after you’ve taken your prenatal vitamin.

“No, I ended up internally screaming until I fell asleep on the couch,” you respond as you move around the kitchen to grab a cup to pour yourself some juice.

“You have time to figure it out.”

“Six days isn’t enough. Maybe I should call the doctor first thing Monday morning to tell them I’m not ready.”

“It’s a big decision, babe. No sense in rushing it just because you’re ovulating next week. Who knows, maybe by next month they’ll have a new batch of donors.”

You bite your bottom lip, coming up behind Jungkook to wrap your arms around his waist, your forehead resting on his back as you breathe in his scent. Jungkook is stoic, loving the warmth of your body as you press against him, he can feel your breasts pressing against him and it takes every ounce of self-control he has in his body to keep himself from getting aroused.

“You’re right,” you mumble against his skin, your hands splaying on his bare stomach as you shuffle in closer. You place a kiss on his back before releasing him, grabbing your cup of juice before heading back to the couch to sort through your choices.

Jungkook joins you after he’s had his breakfast. He sits beside you quietly while you go through the pros and cons of each donor. He listens intently, nodding along as you tell him why they’re your top choices, but they don’t seem to be perfect for you.

After you huff in annoyance for the third time in five minutes, Jungkook has you put the laptop away before he pulls you toward him to cuddle you. He strokes your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he wraps his arms around you tightly, his large hands resting on your stomach. The thought of you pregnant pops into his head and he snuggles you closer as he thinks about feeling the baby kick for the first time.

Your finger traces circles on the back of his hand, your body molding perfectly with his as you relax in his hold. You can feel his breath on the back of your head, his hands slowly starting to rub your stomach, making you sigh in content as you imagine what it would be like to be pregnant with his child. How big you’d get and how his large hands would have no problem rubbing your stomach.

“Kookie?”

“Hmm?” He hums back in response as his hands continue to rub your stomach, only now he’s managed to get underneath your shirt.

“Would you ever be a sperm donor?” As soon as you ask, you feel Jungkook freeze, his hands stoic on your stomach.

It takes Jungkook a few seconds to speak, pushing down the lump in his throat as he swallows, but his mouth has gone almost completely dry.

“I never thought of it. Why?”

“Just curious. You’d make really beautiful babies someday.” You tell him honestly and you know by now that his cheeks are probably turning red to compliment the red in his ears.

“Thanks, Love.” His hands resume their movement, his lips pressing a kiss to your head as he tries to help you relax.

“I wonder what I’ll look like pregnant,” you muse after a beat of silence.

“You’ll look beautiful and radiant like always, love.”

“You’re such a flirt, Jeon!” You roll your eyes as you sit up, chuckling when he reaches out for you, but you step out of the way. You grab a small decorative pillow and shove it under your shirt, turning to the side to show Jungkook your fake bump. Jungkook’s eyes widen, his throat feeling like it’s closing up on him as he feels his cock stirring. You’re oblivious to his reaction, your hands cradling your “bump” as you look down at it.

You excuse yourself to walk to the bathroom to look at yourself, smiling when you turn in all angles to check yourself out. You then go back to the living room to show Jungkook again and he reaches out to poke at the pillow, making you huff and roll your eyes at him.

“Stop! I’m not letting you poke the baby like that when I’m pregnant!”

“But you look so cute, Y/n.” He laughs, his hand touching your stomach, loving the slight curve the pillow has created. Now he knows more than anything that you’re going to be gorgeous carrying a child.

You become stressed once again as you stare at the same list of donors from the previous month, only this time there’s one new person on the list that makes your stomach turn.

Park Jimin.

You’re not sure why he’s even on the database in the first place. Jungkook isn’t home yet, but he should be home any minute and you know he would freak out over it as much as you are now.

“Babe, I’m home!” Jungkook calls out as you heard the front door close behind him.

“I’m in my room!” You call back and shortly after, your god of a best friend is hopping on your bed beside you.

“What are you up to, babe?” Jungkook asks as he settles his head on your lap to take a peek at your screen before his jaw locks and his tongue pokes at his cheek in anger. “What the fuck?”

“I know, I know.”

“What the ever-loving fuck is Park doing there? As if he were even an option for you!” Jungkook exclaims as he sits up, his fists clenched at his side.

“He’s not, I’m just as surprised as you are.” You shake your head, closing the page and setting your laptop on your nightstand. Jungkook is still fuming beside you. There was no way in hell you were going to be impregnated by Park for real this time.

“Have you decided on your baby daddy? One that isn’t fucking Park Jimin?” Jungkook asks, curiosity clear in his voice as he unclenched his fists and falls back onto your bed, his hair ruffled by your pillow. You lie down next to him, allowing him to pull you closer with his arms around you, his hands settle on your stomach.

“No, none of them seem perfect. I’ve already called to push back my appointment for next month.” Jungkook seems surprised by this but no less elated.

“Like I said last time, there’s no need to rush such a huge decision, babe. Take your time, I’m sure your doctor understands.”

“Maybe I should just go with Jimin. I mean, he’s the one who gave me the pregnancy scare in the first place. Ugh, this would be so much easier if you were on the list, Kookie.” You groan as you throw your arm over your eyes.

Jungkook is shocked beyond belief, his eyes wide as he turns to look at you to see if you’re joking. He moves your arm off your face before he sits up and has you sit up as well.

“You know, you keep saying that and the more you say it, the more I think you want to have my baby, Y/n. Do you want to have my baby?” Jungkook gulps, his hands growing clammy as he wipes them on his jeans.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. You tick off all my boxes on my list and so much more, but I could never ask that of you. I think you would be the perfect donor but I can’t have you do it, you’re my best friend, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods stiffly, his mind whirling with thoughts along with your words.

“You wouldn’t have to do anything, I promise. I’d take care of them on my own and everything like I had planned. It’s just, none of these men are right and Jimin is the closest one I’m willing to consider. What if I never find the right donor? What if I don’t get pregnant and then I’m unable to?” You air your worries to Jungkook and he listens to you intently, nodding his head as you wipe the tears that slip down your cheeks.

“Calm down, love. I’m here. I’m here,” Jungkook cooed as he pulls you into his lap, rocking you back and forth gently while he holds you tight. You rest your head on his shoulder, allowing him to rub circles on your back until you’re done snuggling and can speak again.

“Listen, baby, give me some time to think it through. If we decide this is what we want, then next month we’ll go to your doctor so I can get checked out and see if I can be your donor.”

“You would do that for me?”

“I would do anything for you, my love. I love you, you know that.” Jungkook smiles, hugging you close as he wipes the last of your tears away before kissing your forehead.

Night after night, Jungkook tosses and turns in his bed as he thinks about your conversation. On one hand, he’d love for you, the girl he’s in love with, to have his child but on the other hand, being a donor means he wouldn’t have any parental rights. Could he sit back and watch his baby grow up knowing he was the father and didn’t have a say in anything? Was he willing to make such a huge sacrifice? Yes, he was.

“You’re making me nervous, Jungkook. If you don’t want to be my donor just say so. I’m not going to get mad or upset,” you assure him as you sit on his bed, waiting for him to tell you his decision.

“I’ll be your donor, love. I know how much you’ve been wanting this and I know you’ll be an amazing mother and if you want me to be your donor, I am more than happy to be of assistance.” Jungkook blushes, his cheeks dusted pink and his adorable smile illuminating his face.

You’re instantly filled with love, so overwhelmed with emotions that you wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. You kiss his face, thanking him profusely before hugging him tighter until he tells you he can’t breathe. With a murmured apology, you release him, but you’re still bubbling with excitement as you bounce up and down on his bed. It was finally happening! You were going to start trying for a baby within the next month.

“Thank you, Kook! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I almost had to have Jimin’s baby.” You cry, making Jungkook shakes his head.

“You’re something else, love. But you’re welcome, I wouldn’t want you having Park’s baby, anyway.” Jungkook grimaced at the thought, stifling the urge to gag.

“I’m gonna have a baby! Your baby!” You can’t contain your excitement, you’re nearly bouncing off the walls before Jungkook reaches out to grab you and hold you in his lap.

“Calm down, babe. Nothing’s been done yet,” Jungkook smiles teasingly, his nose nuzzling yours as you bounce in his lap.

“I know, but I’m going to have a baby. A baby with someone I love instead of a stranger,” you say as you kiss his cheek over and over again.

“You know I love you, Y/n. I would do anything for you,” Jungkook caresses your cheek for a moment, his hand then moving down your body to lift your shirt to expose your tummy. “You’re gonna have my baby.”

You don’t know what it is, maybe his words, maybe his tone, or maybe it’s the lust-filled look in his eyes when he says it but you feel your body grow warm. Heat pools deep in your stomach as you repeat his words in your head, your hand reaching out to caress his cheek. He sighs, eyes fluttering closed as he allows you to touch him, to feel him.

“I’m gonna have your baby, Jungkook.” Your whispered words have him wanting to moan, but he bites his lip, inhaling deeply before his forehead rests on yours. He opens his eyes, your own looking back at him as you repeat what you’ve said, “I’m going to have your baby, Jungkook.”

“Fuck, Y/n.” Jungkook closes his eyes, breathing in your scent as his grip on your hips tightens before he feels you moving on his lap to straddle him.

“Jungkook,” you breathe his name softly, your hands gripping his shirt in your fists as you resist the urge to grind your hips on his. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, allowing your words to fuel the fire that’s rising within you.

“You want my baby, love?” His raspy voice had you clenching around nothing as you nod. Jungkook chuckles, his hands moving down to cup your ass. “Do you want to be filled with my seed, baby?”

“Yes, Jungkook. More than anything,” you respond as you bury your face in his neck, inhaling his natural scent, keening at the feeling of his hands on your body.

“Answer something for me, love.”

“Anything.”

Jungkook smirked, noting the way your voice had risen an octave, your chest heaving as you anticipate his question, your hips rolling slightly as you feel the wetness on your panties.

“Do you want to go to the clinic to get my seed? Or would you prefer I gave it to you myself, love?”

A moan escapes your lips, your hips grinding against him, his name rolling off your tongue when you feel his erection pressing against his jeans. His hands grip your hips, guiding them on his lap as you tilt your head back and moan again.

“Jungkook, please…”

“Please what, baby?” Jungkook is smiling salaciously, his hands sliding under your shirt to rub at your tummy, his forehead resting against yours for a moment before his lips press against yours. You love his soft lips, love feeling them pressed against your own as you lace your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. Jungkook breaks the kiss, pecking your nose before prodding, “well?”

“I want it, Kookie. Right here, right now.”

“You're not ovulating yet, but I’m sure a practice round won’t hurt.”

You nod enthusiastically, your lips meeting his once again as you feel his hands grip your shirt to take it off your body. His lips trail kisses from your lips down to your neck, his fingers toying with your bra strap before he pushes it off your shoulder to plant a kiss on it.

“You’re going to look so beautiful with my baby growing inside you, Y/n. So fucking beautiful.” A needy whimper leaves your parted lips, your hands dropping to his shirt to tug it until he removes it to toss it to the side. You greedily rub your hands over his abs, loving the way they feel beneath your fingertips, his soft groans making you wetter.

Jungkook chuckles at the gasp you release when he nips at the top of your cleavage, his dexterous fingers working the clasp of your bra expertly, allowing the flimsy material to fall forward before you take it off completely. Jungkook is at a loss for words, his eyes conveying his delight as he full-on ogles your breasts, his tongue peeking from between his lips to moisten them.

“Fuck.” He curses, his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them before his thumbs are brushing your nipples, making them rise into stiff peaks. You allow yourself to revel in the pleasure of his touch, your own hands working on the button of your jeans, catching your friend’s attention at the sound of your zipper being pulled down. His eyes land on your open jeans, the lace material of your panties peeking out, the small bow in the center makes him smile as his fingers brush against it.

You climb off his lap, standing to pull your jeans off your legs, kicking them out of the way before you kneel in between his legs. Your hand runs over his thighs, gripping them tightly before you undo the button of his jeans, then pull the zipper down in an agonizingly slow pace.

“Come on, Love. Don’t you want me?”

“More than anyone in the world,” you reply without missing a beat, Jungkook feels his heart racing as he reaches out to stroke your cheek with his fingertips. You melt into his touch, your hands tugging at his jeans, his hips rising off the bed to help you remove them.

You kiss his skin where his waistband lays flat against his abdomen, marking his flesh as you run your hand over his hard cock. Jungkook curses, reveling in the feeling and gasping in surprise when he feels you mouth at his cock over his boxers. You stifle a giggle, your tongue laving at the wet patch that had saturated the cotton. You give him a few more teasing licks before you pull his boxers down his thighs, moving back to allow him to kick them off.

“I knew you had a nice cock.” You lick your lips as you see it, long, hard, and angry with just the right amount of girth to have you moaning at the delicious stretch. Your hand wraps around it, your thumb brushing over the head a few times to collect the beads of pre-cum to run over his length. Jungkook moans your name, his eyes fixated on you as you admire his cock, the tips of his ears red from you blatantly staring at it.

You make sure his gaze is on you as you stick your tongue out to give him a tentative lick. Your name rolls off his tongue in a deep moan as he asks you for more. You oblige, licking him from base to tip before wrapping your lips around the head, your tongue teasing at his slit, coating your taste buds with pre-cum.

Jungkook grips the edge of the bed, it had been way too long since he’d had a partner and he was hoping he wouldn’t get over-excited and blow his load before he could even get inside you.

You’re mindful of your teeth as you begin to bob your head up and down, your hand jerking whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth. You don’t want to push yourself right off the bat and deep throat him, knowing he’d want to fuck your face and possibly cum down your throat. You open your mouth wider, allowing more of his cock in your mouth. He tastes delicious, his cock feels heavy on your tongue as you feel your saliva running down his shaft to his balls. You slurp, sucking on the head for a moment, loving the dulcet sounds he’s making just for you, his abs clenching as he fights the urge to cum.

Your name leaves his parted lips as his hand becomes embedded in your hair, begging you not to stop as his hips rise off the bed to push more of him in your mouth. You grip his thick, luscious thighs as you allow him to fuck your face for a few seconds, stopping him when he hits the back of your throat, causing you to swallow and gag before he pulls you off his dick by your hair.

You look a mess. Your lips were swollen, eyes teary, and strings of saliva connecting you to his cock as well as saliva smeared across your cheeks and chin. Jungkook doesn’t think you’ve ever looked as beautiful as you did just then.

“Come here, baby.” Jungkook helps pull you up, making you lay on the bed. He hovers over you, his hands on either side of your head as he settles between your thighs, his lips capturing yours, his tongue pressed against the seam of your lips before you allow him entrance. Your hands rest on his shoulders, loving the way he tastes as he rolls his hips against yours. The soft lace rubs against his cock wonderfully, making him moan into your kiss before he’s kissing your neck and moving downward to flick his tongue on your pert nipple. You squeal at the sensation, back arching slightly as you feel his lips wrap around your bud, gently suckling, his teeth pulling on it to make you dig your nails into his arms.

Jungkook sits up, pumping his cock a few times to ease the pressure before he cups your breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he licks his lips, a smirk appearing on his face, “I can’t wait until these are filled with milk for my baby.”

“Jungkook!” you cry, your pussy pulsating as you’re overwhelmed by the arousal that washes over you, soaking your panties as your hips rise to try to get some relief from Jungkook.

“You like that, huh?” Jungkook smiles smugly, his thumbs brushing your nipples, his mouth watering at the image of your tits engorged with milk.

“I can’t wait to taste your milk, baby. I bet it’ll be as sweet as you.” You curse at his words, your body flailing from side to side as your body aches for relief. You grip the sheets looking for purchase. Jungkook lowers his head to take your nipple into his mouth, groaning as he imagines you dribbling milk into his mouth. His other hand runs down your body, sliding underneath your panties to feel how soaked he’s made you. His finger pushes into you with no resistance whatsoever, your soft mewl making his cock twitch.

“Please, Jungkook,” you plead, not sure what you’re asking for at this point seeing as your mind has become muddled with lust and arousal.

“Tell me what you want, love.” Jungkook slides a second finger into you, pumping them slowly as he sucks a mark on your chest, loving how wet and warm you feel wrapped around his fingers. His thumb comes to rub at your clit, your loud moan making him fill with pride as he continues his actions. You’re panting, your body begins to sweat as you spread your legs further apart, allowing him more room to work with.

Jungkook chuckles, his free hand pulling your panties to the side before you feel his wet tongue on your clit. You keen, rewarding him with another wave of your essence which he licks up eagerly. He loves the way you taste, immediately dipping back down to have some more, his fingers curling as they push in a little deeper, your walls clenching around them.

“I’m sorry, love.” Jungkook apologizes, making you raise a brown in confusion before you feel him rip your panties right off your body with minimal effort. You splutter, your eyes wide as you gape at him before you regain your senses and scold him.

He gives you his heart-melting signature smile and you mutter to yourself, “if our baby has that damn smile I’m fucked ‘cause they’re going to end up getting their way all the time.”

“Well, first I need to fuck my baby into you, love.” You moan, your pussy clenching tightly around his fingers, begging him to go faster as his tongue licks and sucks on your clit. You feel his fingers leave you, and you blush when you see him sucking them clean before his vascular hands are gripping your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t waste any time, he immediately dives forward, rewarding you with a long lick of your slit as he collects your essence before he eats you out with a fury. Your body thrums with excitement, your moans filling the air as his hand reaches upward to grab your tits and roll your nipples between your fingertips. Your hips are bucking upward, his hand laying firmly on your pelvic bone to keep you from pushing him off as he swirls his tongue on your clit. You can’t take much more and you know it; he knows it.

You warn him with a breathy sigh of your incoming orgasm, but he continues his actions, his fingers sliding back inside you to get you there. You’re moaning and panting, writhing beneath him as your back arches and your body tenses for a moment, your pussy tightening around him as your orgasm hits with a loud cry of his name that has you nearly sobbing before you fall limp on his bed.

You try to catch your breath, pushing Jungkook off your cunt when he continues to lick your clit in slow, agonizing circles. Jungkook beams proudly, carefully removing his fingers from you, licking them clean before he kisses you. You taste yourself on his tongue, your pussy pulsating as he leans over you to move your hair out of your eyes, only for the head of his cock to rub against your dripping wet folds.

“Fuck,” you curse in unison, your eyes dropping to where the two of you are aching to meet. You wrap your legs around him, your arms around his neck as you pull him into another deep kiss. He takes hold of his cock, rubbing the head on your clit before allowing it to become saturated in your arousal. Soft whimpers leave your lips, your body aching to be filled with his cock.

“Jungkook, please.”

“Hmm? Please what, love?” You want to wipe the smirk off his face, you refrain from rolling your eyes at him, which makes him cockier.

“Jungkook, please fuck your baby into me. I want it so bad, baby.” You coo, your hands threading through his fingers as you feel finally give in, the head of his cock pushing into you at a snail’s pace. You grip his hair tightly, making him grunt as the head pushes in fully. You bite your lip to keep from whimpering at the stretch.

Jungkook carefully pushes his full length into you, his eyes fixated on the way your face displays your pleasure as he bottoms out.

“Give me a second. Fuck, Jungkook,” you breathe as you allow yourself a moment to adjust, he slowly withdraws before pushing back in, your soft gasps making him go even slower until you’re finally moaning for him once again.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, babe. So fucking wet and tight, you were made for me, Y/n. Made to take my cock and carry my babies.” Jungkook tosses his head back as he slams his hips into yours, his cock coated generously in your slick juices. Your thighs coated with your arousal making a creamy mess, sinful noises fill the air as Jungkook begins fucking into you harder and faster.

Jungkook drops to his elbows, his lips placing sloppy, open mouth kisses on your neck and chest before capturing your lips with his, your tongues intertwining as you swallow each other’s moans. You feel so full, your body taking his cock like a champ, tightening around him as he pushes deeper.

“Take my cock, baby. Take it, Y/n. Fuck, I can’t wait to knock you up. You’re going to look so pretty when you’re round with my baby. Everyone will take one look at you and know I fucked my baby into you. You’ll be off-limits.” Jungkook groans, his thrusts growing rapid as he pushes in deeper. You dig your nails into his back, screaming his name as he goes deeper than anyone ever had. Part of you swore you could feel him in your stomach, he chuckles when you voice your thoughts.

He sits up, gripping your thigh with one hand while the other sits on your stomach, his thrusts going deeper and deeper. Your hand lands on top of his, “there! There!”

Jungkook chuckles, feeling your stomach where you claim to feel his cock.

“I bet Park never got in this deep, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ frantically. Jungkook beams proudly, his chest swelling with pride as he grinds his hips into you, his hand moving to rub your clit.

“I’ve always been better for you, baby. I want you to carry my children only. Never Park’s, only mine. Is that understood?” His voice is like venom, making you nod, your head tilting back as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Say it!” He growls, his eyes sharp as you make eye contact with him, your nails running down his torso to leave pink marks.

“I only want your babies, Jungkook. Nobody else’s. I want to tell the whole world that I’m yours and carrying your children only. Ugh, Jungkook.” You moan, your pussy tightening around him causing him to release a guttural groan as he grips your hips tightly. His fingertips brush your clit as you grip the sheets as hard as you can.

“I’m so close,” you warn, your incoherent moans falling from your lips as you finally fall over the edge, your moans growing louder and louder as you are overcome with pleasure. Jungkook’s hips stutter, he’s too focused on the way you’re coming undone to fuck you right, but he gets it together as he fucks you on his cock. You whimper, your nails digging into his arms as he grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders. His cock pushed deep into you, loving the way you’re still pulsating.

“Fuck, I’m so close, love. I’m gonna put my baby inside you. Gonna fill you up until your nice and pregnant with my baby. Fuck, Y/n.” Your name rolls off his tongue a few more times, his sporadic thrusts making you keen as you feel the first spurt of his hot cum coat your walls, followed by another and another until your cunt has milked him dry and he’s setting your legs down and pulling his cock out of you. He lies beside you, covered in sweat, exhausted from your romp. He pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead before nuzzling himself into your neck, planting kisses on it.

It’s silent for a moment. The only sound heard is the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath. Jungkook moves to lay flat on his back, his hand draping over his eyes as you curl up on his side, your head on his chest, with your right hand on his stomach.

He moves his hand off his eyes, wrapping it around you to press a kiss to your head.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.” Jungkook clears his throat as you look up at him, smiling.

“I love you too, Jungkook. I have for a while now, I just didn't’ think you felt the same.”

“I didn’t know you felt the same, especially after the Park fiasco,” Jungkook admits, and you feel terrible for a moment.

“Jungkook... I know I said that, but I lied. I lied because I thought Jimin was who I wanted, because I knew I was falling for you and I got scared. I met Jimin, and I liked him, sure, but my feelings for you never left me. When he asked me to pick between you or him, he was never an option. I would never give you up, Kook. You’re my whole world. You’re my everything and I love you so much.”

Jungkook blinks back tears, pulling you closer to him as he covers your face in kisses, your sweet giggles filling the room before you're begging him to stop. Jungkook acquiesces, planting one last kiss on your lips before he turns on his side, his large palm resting on your lower belly.

You look down at his hand, placing yours over his and lacing your fingers with his.

“Fuck, I hope I got you pregnant,” Jungkook whispers, more to himself than to you, but you hear him, regardless. “I know you’re not ovulating yet but I’m hoping it’s close enough for it to stick.”

“Well, we can keep trying until it happens. I know I wouldn’t mind a few more rounds with you, just to make sure.”

“Just to make sure, you little minx?” Jungkook smirks, raising a brow as you chuckle and nodded with a smile on your face, your hand stroking his chest before you kiss it and then his lips.

“What do we do now?” Jungkook asks as you cuddle into his side, giving yourself a few more minutes before you get up to use the bathroom and clean up.

“We can move your stuff into my bedroom and start preparing a nursery,” You muse, your fingers dancing on his smooth chest before you look up at him.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, love.”

“Doesn’t it?” You grin before his lips brush against yours for a moment.

For the next few weeks, your life had been nothing but sex and Jungkook’s cum. He filled you over and over again, several times a week until you were dripping with his seed. Although you hadn’t gotten pregnant the first time around, you and Jungkook were having fun fucking like rabbits at any chance you got.

You hoped you’d be pregnant by now, but you were in no rush now that you had called off your interest in getting a sperm donor. Jungkook would spend hours rubbing your stomach, cuddling you into his chest every night as he hoped he’d be able to give you the baby you both so desperately wanted.

This is how you find yourself on the weekend, standing in the kitchen in one of Jungkook’s baggie shirts wearing nothing but a pair of panties underneath as you put the dishes away. Jungkook comes up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls your back into his chest, his lips pecking your cheek.

“Morning, babe.”

“Morning, Kookie.” You respond as you get on your tiptoes to put the plates back into the cabinet. Jungkook watches the way your shirt rises, exposing your panties to him and making his hands grip your hips as you come back down.

“Fuck, you look so fucking good.” He groans, turning you around to face him so he can kiss you, his hands cupping your ass and squeezing it.

“Baby,” you moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him once again, his hands moving to your thighs to set you on the counter. Your thighs spread to allow him in between them, his hands pulling his shirt over your body to discard on the floor. His hands rest on your thighs, rubbing them up and down while his lips press kisses on every inch of your skin. Your fingers thread through his thick locks, gently tugging on them as you moan softly.

“Y/n,” his name tumbles from his lips in a whisper. You melt under his touch, craving more of him as he kisses your stomach, his hand splayed over your belly button. “I hope this is the month we get our baby.”

“I hope so too, Kook.” You sigh, feeling slightly dejected but forcing yourself to smile and put on a brave front to hide your disappointment. Jungkook sees right past it, his hand caressing your cheek before he presses his nose against yours.

“It’ll happen soon, my love. It’s only been a few weeks and you’re due to test in a few days. I have no doubt our baby is growing inside you as we speak.”

“Fuck, I hope so.” You moan as you rub your tummy, your hips wiggling in a circle, your body growing warm as you feel your panties begin to get wet.

“Does it turn you on, love? Hoping my baby is growing inside you right this moment? That my seed has finally gotten you pregnant and soon you’ll be walking everywhere round with my baby inside you?”

More moans leave your parted lips, your body arching into his touch as his hand moves yours out of the way to be replaced with his for a moment before he places a kiss on your skin. Jungkook then helps you off the counter, careful to make sure you don’t get hurt as he takes your hand to lead you to the bedroom. You follow him eagerly, wearing nothing but your panties as you clamber onto the bed, waiting for him to strip down and join you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Jungkook asks, his body hovering over yours for a moment, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you on top of him. You straddle his hips. Your palms are flat on his chest as you grind your panty-clad core on his hard cock. Jungkook curses, his hands on your hips before moving upward to cup your breasts, his mouth watering as he thinks about them swelling with milk. His cock twitches beneath you, making you smile before you fumble out of your panties, his cock in your hand as you rub the head along your folds. Your breathy moans have him gripping you harder, whimpers filling the air as he releases you.

“You’re so precious, love. Look at you,” he beams proudly, but you don’t let him continue as you sink down his length. A deep, guttural moan escapes him, his abdomen clenching tightly as his head lolls back as his cock is enveloped by your velvety walls.

“Jungkook,” you moan his name, your hips rising and falling, allowing him to stretch you while you bounce on him. He holds you tightly, his cock drenched in your essence as you both begin moaning. His hands cupping your breasts, careful not to be too rough seeing as you had voiced complaints about them being sore.

Jungkook sits up, his lips wrapping around your nipple to suckle it, wishing they were already filled with milk. He can’t control himself with you, the thought alone is enough for him to hold your hips, stopping your movements while he digs his feet into the mattress before he starts thrusting upward causing you to feel him deeper. You hold on to him securely, your moans growing louder and louder as he fucks into you. A sheen of sweat covered his chest, your own body beginning to sweat as you bounce on his cock.

“Yes! Yes, Jungkook!”

“That’s it, love. Moan for me, let the whole building now who’s knocking you up.” Jungkook encourages you to keep moaning and screaming for him, his thumb rubbing your clit as you feel your climax building, your head lolling back as you feel the coil in your stomach snap and your vision grow white as Jungkook’s name leaves your lips in breathy pants.

“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tightly, I’m so close. Keep bouncing on my cock, love. Fuck, you feel so amazing. I’m gonna fill you with so much cum.” Jungkook groans, his balls tightening as he exhales when you feel him coat you with his seed until you’ve milked him dry.

You fall limp onto his chest, trying to catch your breath before you tumble off him to lay at his side. You feel hot, sweaty, and sticky with cum but none of that matters as Jungkook kisses your cheek, his arms enveloping you in his chest as he holds you tightly.

“How many more days until you can test?” Jungkook asks, his hand rubbing your thigh slowly.

“Just two more days,” you answer, worrying your lip between your teeth.

“Hey, don’t be nervous. No matter the results, I’ll be here with you, right by your side.” Jungkook assures you, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

Two days later, you find yourself sitting on the edge of the tub once again, only this time you’re not scared shitless. You’re bubbling with excitement knowing your period is late and you're showing several symptoms already. Jungkook is out at work, but he should be home any minute and you’re hoping that he’ll be back in time to see the results with you.

You look at the countdown on your phone, only a few seconds left before you flip the test over to read your results. You’re nervous, wondering if Jungkook was right this time and you are hopefully carrying his child. Your hand lays on your bare stomach, your other hand growing clammy from clutching the test so tightly.

When your timer goes off, you shut it off immediately just as you hear the front door open and close.

“Baby, where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom!” You call back as you wait for Jungkook to join you, his head popping in through the crack in the door. His smile brightens when he sees you holding a test, as he pushes the door fully open and has a seat beside you.

“No matter what the test says, I’m here for you.” You nod at his words, biting your lip and shutting your eyes as you count to three before opening your eyes and flipping the test in your hand.

Jungkook gasps, shocked into silence before he shouts in excitement. You smile so wide, your cheeks ache as you read the word Pregnant on the small screen. You cover your mouth with your hand, tears already rolling down your cheeks as you feel Jungkook kneel in front of you and pull you into a hug.

You can feel his tears fall on your arm as you hug him tightly, wondering if you’re dreaming or if you’re actually pregnant after months of trying. You release Jungkook, both of you looking at the test once again and standing to jump up and down in excitement.

“Come on! We need to go to celebrate!” Jungkook says as he takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen. You sit on a bar stool, Jungkook opens the freezer and pulls out your favorite ice cream. You thank him, eagerly popping the lid off and taking the spoon he offers you.

“How do you feel?” Jungkook asks as he takes a seat beside you, his hand on your stomach as his cheeks begin to ache from grinning so much.

“Excited, scared, apprehensive. It feels surreal, you know? It hasn’t fully sunk in that after all these years, it’s finally happening and the best part of it all? You, Jungkook, are my baby’s father. This is your baby growing inside me; a baby made with so much love, Jungkook.” Jungkook smiles, kissing your temple.

“I’m so excited, baby. We should get you to the doctor to confirm and then set up an appointment, later on, to check on them.” You nod, licking the spoon clean before dipping it back into your pint of ice cream.

“This is everything I have ever wanted, Y/n. There’s nobody else I would rather do this with than you. I love you so much and I know we’ve been dating for a short time, but you’re carrying my baby and I’m so in love with you.” Jungkook pauses, tears welling in his eyes as you drop your spoon on the counter, turning to give him your full attention.

Jungkook rises from his seat, he’s visibly nervous, his hands shaking as he reaches into his pants’ pocket and he drops onto one knee as he pulls out a black, velvet box from it. You gasp, tears already rolling down your cheeks as he opens the box and you see a beautiful ring nestled inside it.

“Y/n, I’ve loved you for years and I will love you until I take my last breath. Not only have you made me a father, but you’ve also made me the happiest man in the world by loving me and being by my side throughout all these years. There’s nobody else I would want as my partner in life or as the mother of my child other than you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Jungkook is crying by now, his voice a bit shaky as he finishes his speech.

“Yes! Of course, Jungkook!” You exclaim as you help him rise and he slips the ring onto your finger, You wrap your arms around him, his lips brushing against yours as he holds you close.

“I love you. I love you. I love you!” You shout, giggling as he covers you in kisses before he drops to his knees again, his palms resting on your tummy as he kisses your belly repeatedly.

Three months later, you find yourself in your kitchen getting breakfast ready for you and Jungkook. You had to be careful with what you made, some foods causing you to become nauseous and possibly throw up.

Jungkook had been gone on a work trip for nearly two weeks, he had tried to get out of it desperately, not wanting to miss a single moment of your pregnancy but much to his dismay, you encouraged him to go and had to eventually push him out the door with his duffel bag in tow. He had spent the whole morning kissing and doting on your tummy until he had to go, he left you with a kiss on your lips and a pout on his, as you watched him leave your apartment.

Jungkook would be arriving soon, and you were beyond excited to show him your baby bump. You had wondered when you would go from looking bloated to looking like you were expecting. You can imagine your surprise when you woke up one morning and saw the curvature of your belly, your squeals of excitement filling your apartment as you took several pictures of yourself, turning to the side to show off your bump.

You hadn’t shown Jungkook though, opting to surprise him the moment he walked through the door. You were dressed in one of his baggie, long sleeve shirts and a pair of matching cotton panties.

It wasn’t long until the door was opening and you were scrambling out of your bar stool as Jungkook’s voice rang through the apartment, “Where are my babies at? I’m home!”

You chuckled, going out of the kitchen to greet him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he hugged you. You did your best to keep some distance between your tummy and his, as to not ruin the surprise. You let him go, taking his hand to lead him to the kitchen where you stand beside him.

“I missed you both so much,” Jungkook muses as he places kisses on your cheeks and lips, his hands cupping your face as he pulls you into a deep kiss.

“We’re glad you’re back, baby. There’s something I want to show you,” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you take a step away from him. Jungkook furrows his brows, confused as his eyes roam over your bare legs to where your hands grip the hem of the shirt you're wearing.

With a deep, albeit shaky, breath, you raise your top and turned to the side. Jungkook licks his lips as he sees your black panties hugging you perfectly before his eyes land on your baby bump.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans as he sees the curve, your hands cradling your bump protectively. Jungkook places his hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently before he dropped to his knees and plants kisses on every inch of it.

“Hi, little one. Daddy’s home. I missed you so much,” he cooed as he places another kiss on your stomach before getting to his feet, taking his phone out of his pocket to take pictures of you.

“You look amazing, love. You’re radiant and you’re growing so beautifully for our baby.” Jungkook bites his lip, trying to push past his arousal, but he can’t. He loves seeing you round with his baby, knowing you’re doing your best to provide a safe home for them and loving the way your panties are hugging your hips just right.

“Jungkook,” you blush, releasing your hold on your shirt, but Jungkook rolls it back up over your stomach, his large hands warm on your belly as he rests his forehead against yours.

“You two are everything to me, Y/n. I hope you know that.” Jungkook whispers as he holds you close, his lips brushing against your neck, trailing kisses to your collarbone where he gently nips the skin.

“Oh, Jungkook.” You moan as his hands move down your body to your ass.

“I missed you so much, baby. I missed kissing you, holding you, burying myself in this tight, little cunt.” Jungkook growls, his hand slipping into your panties, happy to feel how wet you’ve gotten for him.

“Did you miss me, love?” He asked, his voice husky as he rubs your clit in slow figure eights that have you smiling at his touch. His name escapes from your parted lips, your hands threaded in his hair before you’re begging him to take you to the bed.

Jungkook chuckles, taking your hand to lead you to the bedroom. He helps you out of your shirt, tossing it to the side before he works on your panties, groaning when he sees your arousal sticking to the material before he pulls it down your legs to discard on the bedroom floor. Jungkook admires your body as he strips fully, his eyes on your breasts that have grown bigger in his absence. His cock twitches as he grips it, giving it a few pumps before joining you on the bed.

His lips meet yours, his tongue intertwining with yours as your soft moans fill his ears. His hands caress your body, his cock hard and aching to sheath itself within you until you're moaning, coming mess, writhing beneath him.

Jungkook is cautious when he touches your breasts, eyeing you to see if you’ll recoil from his touch, to see if they’re still tender. When you don’t ask him to stop, he continues, adding a bit of pressure until his tongue flicks your nipple.

“Fuck, Kook.”

Jungkook continues to tease your nipple with his tongue, his hand gently rolling the other between his thumb and index finger before he switches. You keen bellow him, feeling yourself growing wetter and wetter, aching to clench your thighs together but not being able to do so with your fiancé in between your thighs.

Jungkook smirks, his lips trailing kisses down your chest, only to stop over the curve of your stomach, “you’re so beautiful.” You smile warmly at him, your hand running through his soft locks, loving the way his soft lips feel on your skin as he trails more kisses down your belly then down to your hips.

Jungkook’s large hands grip your thighs, his lips pressing kisses on each one before your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his index finger press against you.

A moan of his name escapes you, your body loving the way his finger slides into you with ease, curling immediately to make you moan. A moment later, his tongue is teasingly licking at your clit, a second finger sliding into you to join the first. You grip the sheets, moaning loudly as Jungkook continues his ministrations, your moans spurring him on as his cock throbs in his pants.

Jungkook looks up, the curve of your stomach making it nearly impossible for him to see your face, but that just turns him on even more. You’ve grown beautifully; heavy with his child and the thought alone is enough to make him cum, but he resists the urge as he focuses on his task at hand, slurping your juices as if he’s a man starved.

Your body is sensitive, your moans growing in octaves as you warn Jungkook that you’re close. He’s surprised, knowing it usually takes you longer but who is he to deprive you of an orgasm, especially one caused by him.

He stops teasing, his tongue working wonders on your clit as his fingers press against your most sensitive spot. Your fingers become laced in his hair, pushing his face into you as your toes curl and his name escapes you when you finally orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop, his tongue continues to work your cunt until you’re begging him to stop, which he does with a final lick of your wetness.

You admire the way his lips and chin glisten with your essence, his tongue peeking from his lips to lick what he can, savoring it on his taste buds before wiping the rest away with the back of his hand.

Jungkook sits up, his hands running over your thighs delicately before he helps you sit up, asking if you’re okay and if you would like to continue. Your gaze drops to his erection, straining against the material of his pants. Your hands eagerly reach for it, making him chuckle before he asks you to get on all fours. He helps position you, placing a few pillows under your stomach before he runs his hands over your back, gently rubbing it and making you moan in delight.

His lips trail kisses down your back, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass before he undresses. It’s not long until his cock is heavy in his hand, beads of pre-cum forming at the top before rolling down his thick shaft. His hand glides effortlessly over his cock, feeling it throb in his hand before he rubs the head over your dripping slit.

You keen at the contact, your hips moving back to try to get him to slide into you but he chuckles and spanks you softer than you’re used to.

“Jungkook.” His name rolls off your tongue in the most dulcet tone that has him groaning deeply in response. He doesn’t want to tease you, but he loves the way he can fully coat his cock in your essence. You feel the head press against you, his soft moan making your body heat up as he slowly pushes the blunt head of his cock inside you, your hips sinking down on every inch until you’re both moaning each other’s names in the most obscene of ways. Your body trembles, his body stiffens, knowing it’d been a while since he last had you wrapped around his cock. You’re so tight it’s almost painful, your arousal is lubrication enough, but the delightful sting of the stretch is borderline painful. You won’t lie, you’ve missed him stretching you, fucking you, filling you with so much cum that it spilled out of you and onto the sheets. You loved being his dirty little mess. You loved him filling you with his seed over and over again, knowing he’d already proved he was virile.

“You feel so good,” Jungkook grunts as he grips your hips, his thrust beginning a pace that allows you to adjust to his length and girth. You can feel your body growing damp with sweat, but you’re already tingling and you know you won’t last long. You arch your back further, meeting Jungkook’s thrust with your own as he becomes mesmerized by the way your ass jiggles with each thrust.

“Fuck, Jungkook. Kook,” you pant, your head falling forward as Jungkook splays his hand on your back, his thrusts increasing in speed for a moment as he feels how warm and wet you feel. Curses tumble from his lips freely, the sound of your fucking filling the room as he pushes in deeper. His hands caress your back as he slows down, rolling his hips for a moment before his hands move to the roundness of your belly.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good and you look even better.” Jungkook can’t help himself, the way your body has grown has driven him mad. He can’t wait to see you grow in the remaining months. He hopes you’ll allow him to shoot your boudoir photoshoot and maybe a more private selection of photos for his eyes only.

“You look so sexy, Y/n. I wasn’t expecting to see you with a cute bump when I got home, but fuck if it doesn’t make my cock hard knowing I’m the reason you’re like that. I can’t wait to fuck more babies into you, love. I want you nice and pregnant as often as possible. Wouldn’t you like that, babe? Being round with my babies every chance you get? Everyone will look at you and know I’ve fucked you so well that you’ve become swollen with my child and only mine. Fuck, baby.” Jungkook is grunting, his balls aching for release as you moan from his lewd words.

“Yes, Jungkook. Fuck, please knock me up as often as you’d like. I love being pregnant with your baby. I love how horny you get from seeing me pregnant with your baby. Fuck, Jungkook,” the moment his name leaves your lips, is the moment your orgasm hits you and you’re clenching around Jungkook, moaning and screaming his name as you feel him fuck you through it.

Your vision blurs for a moment, hearing Jungkook curse from behind you as his cock is covered in your cum. Jungkook continues to fuck you, feeling his orgasm near. He pulls out, asking you to roll over on your back, which you do with his help. You’re fucked out, tired but curious to see what your future husband is up to.

Jungkook bites his lip, his gaze fixated on your round stomach as you look up at him in curiosity. His hair falls over his eyes, damp with sweat as he uses one hand to push it back. His eyes meet yours, his hand strokes his cock, his moans growing louder and louder as he finally cums with a guttural moan of your name. You feel ropes of cum hit your stomach, painting it with his seed as his hand milks it all out onto your flesh.

You curse, sitting up on your elbows to see the mess he’s made of you. Jungkook breathes heavily, releasing his softening cock to look at the masterpiece he’s made on your stomach. He grins widely, proud of the mess he’s made, and he manages to scoop his phone out of his pants to take a picture. You roll your eyes but are secretly delighted to know he gets off on this as much as you.

Jungkook sets the phone down, his large hands rubbing his cum all over your stomach, you moan at the sensation but allow him to do so, after all, he’s the reason you’re able to look down and see your round belly growing with a baby you both desperately wanted.

“I love you,” Jungkook tells you when he’s done, his voice is soft but sincere as he lays by your side. You smile at him, your hand caressing his cheek to draw him closer for a kiss that he eagerly responds to. When you break away, you smile, “I love you too.”

You’re nearly at the end of your pregnancy and you loved the way your tummy has grown along with your breasts; Jungkook is also a fan. He has found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off you and you love it! He dotes on you constantly, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible and wanting for nothing.

Jungkook finds it hard to keep his hands to himself, even in public. You could be sitting beside each other in a booth, awaiting your food, and he’ll place his hand on your tummy, caressing it gently in small circles. It’ll start innocent, his warm touch making you melt into your seat, his soft lips pressing kisses to your neck until you clench your thighs and sigh giddily. That’s when he’ll smirk, easing off you for a moment to smile at you coyly, as if he has no idea what his touch does to you. You’ll stew in silence, feeling the dampness that forms on your panties, knowing Jungkook wouldn’t leave you high and dry.

Jungkook will smile, his hand on your stomach once again as he leans in closer to you, his lips brushing your ear lightly as he tells you how beautiful you look. You’ll blush, thanking him before he presses an innocent kiss on your cheek. His eyes will scan the room, making sure the server isn’t on her way back so he can lean into you and say, “you look ravishing. If you weren’t pregnant right now, you would be by the end of the night. Look at you glowing beautifully, I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Of course, all the hormones have your sex drive sky-rocketing, making you aroused frequently, and Jungkook is aroused just by being in your presence. He’s more than happy to get you off without him getting off unless you’d like him to. He gets pleasure from watching you squirm and moan from his fingers and tongue, knowing that you don’t always need penetration to cum.

Jungkook’s favorite though is when you’ve both gone to bed, and you wake up so aroused that you have to shake him awake. The first time it happened, he had been startled, wondering what was wrong as you pressed kisses to his chest. Your soft lips feeling astounding on his flesh as you looked into his sleepy eyes, a slight pout on your lips as you said, “I’m too horny to sleep, help me.”

Jungkook had woken up then, allowing you to do as you please as you kissed him, slowly straddling his hips as he ran his hands over your thighs. The shirt he had let you use for bed was long gone, as were your panties. He could feel your wetness on his skin and it had his cock quickly growing hard just inches from you.

His eyes fixated on your rounded belly, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his mouth watered at the sight of you on top of him. Your breasts had grown bigger, and they didn’t disappoint as he watched you cup them in your hands. Jungkook wondered if you’d let him suckle them when they’d fill with milk. The thought alone was enough to make his cock throb, and he knew he needed to bury himself inside you soon if he wanted to get you off on his cock.

However, he didn’t rush you. He patiently waited and watched as you teased your body. His gaze focused on your hands as you moved them to the swell of your abdomen. Your hands rubbed at your belly, making Jungkook moan as you took his hand and laid it on your stomach. He rubbed it, wanting nothing more than to cover it in cum and watch you become a mess for him. You had allowed him to rub your stomach for a moment longer before you reached for his cock, carefully rubbing it along your slit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Jungkook groaned as he felt you coating his cock in your arousal before you sank down on it, taking every inch in that single thrust. You moaned his name at the feeling, using him to bounce on his cock as his hands grabbed you freely. Jungkook always filled you so well, always fucked you until you couldn’t take anymore.

“You feel so good, Kook.” Your hips would grind against his, loving the way he felt so deep inside you. You loved the way he admired your body, the lustful look in his eyes that had you begging him to fuck you until you couldn’t take anymore.

Nights like these were always Jungkook’s favorites, they were the nights where you could use him to get off. Use him for your pleasure without any regard to his own, he was yours to use as you pleased and whether he came or not, wasn’t of importance because your pleasure mattered above all else; he was just so ecstatic to provide it to you that he’d end up with an orgasm regardless, but it was never a priority.

These nights became so frequent that Jungkook didn’t see the point in going to bed wearing clothes when the two of you would end up naked, anyway. All you had to do was wake him up, with no regard as to what time it was, and tell him if you wanted his tongue, fingers, cock or all three; he was happy to provide.

“Jungkook!” You called as you walked out of the bedroom in your new dress, excited to show your fiancé.

“I’m in the kitchen making my girls a snack!” Jungkook called back in response as you make your way to the kitchen. You straightened your dress, adjusting the over the shoulder sleeves before you reached the kitchen. Your dress was yellow, with small blue and white flowers and white buttons on your chest. It hugged your body nicely, and it was low cut enough to show the top of your breasts, something you knew Jungkook would appreciate.

You smile when you see Jungkook with his back to you, he’s shirtless, wearing nothing but black sweatpants with the band of his Calvin Klein boxers on display. You watch him for a moment, thanking your lucky stars that he loves you and is the father of your baby. You wouldn’t want anybody else.

“I can feel you staring at me,” he chuckles as he sets the washed fruit into a bowl before he finally turned around to look at you. His eyes widen, his jaw drops, and he feels his body grow hot as his eyes feast on your body.

“Fuck, baby. You need to give me a warning before you walk in here looking like that!” Jungkook grips the counter, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his eyes roam over your body. His eyes filled with lust and he’s not too sure if he should ogle your breasts, your rounded belly, or your thighs.

“Fuck, look at you.” his voice is deep, sinful as he stares at you. His cock is already stirring in his sweats, and he knows you’ve done it on purpose. You smirk, slowly spinning for him so he can see the back of the dress, you’re soon raising it to flash him your panties.

Jungkook groans, his cock semi-hard already and you haven’t even done much, but his eyes drinking you in is enough for him to get aroused. His eyes focus on your tits, another groan leaving his lips as he sees you’ve forgone a bra and your nipples have hardened, raising the material of your dress slightly.

“Do you like my dress?” You ask coyly, your cheeks flushing with heat under his gaze. Your eyes trail down his bare chest to where you can see his erection growing in size as it hardens.

“You know damn well I do, baby. Come here,” he commands, his finger pointing down in front of him. You shake your head, smiling as you turn to the side, allowing him a better view of the curvature of your tummy. Jungkook curses, his mouth watering as he sees you rub your stomach.

Jungkook walks over to you instead, his hands on your belly in an instant as his lips find yours. Your hands linger on his hips, holding him as you kiss. You press your belly against him, causing him to moan into the kiss.

“Tease, you know what that does to me,” he grunts as his lips kiss their way to your jaw, planting kisses down to your neck where he leaves a little love bite.

“That’s why I do it.” you giggle as you allow yourself to delve in the pleasure of his lips on your skin, his hands sliding down your back until they reach the hem of your dress. He slides his hands up to grip your ass, his lips meeting yours again as your tongues intertwine.

“You look gorgeous,” Jungkook tells you, you know he’s being honest as you kiss him again. His hands move back to your stomach, loving the way it feels under his palms. He’s loved watching you grow with his baby, loving every single second of it.

“Let's get you back to bed, love.”

“Hmm, what for?” You ask in between kisses, your hands raking over his chest, loving the feel of his taut torso underneath your hands.

“So I can get you out of this dress,” Jungkook states hungrily before his hand is in your panties, “and out of these wet panties.”

You nod, allowing him to take your hand as he leads you to your shared bedroom. Jungkook takes a seat on the edge of the bed while you stand between his spread thighs. His cock is straining against his pants and you’re eager to know he wants this as much as you.

Jungkook takes a moment to admire you, his eyes lingering on your breasts, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, looking down at your dress, wondering if he’s suddenly lost interest in you.

Jungkook remains silent, his hand reaching out to touch your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Y/n-baby. Fuck, I might actually cum in my pants. Baby, you’re lactating,” Jungkook’s words have your eyes widening as you move his hands to feel the sudden dampness of your dress.

“I didn’t know,” you murmur to yourself as Jungkook helps you take your dress off and set it aside. He pulls you toward him, his eyes on your bare breasts as he sees the small beads of milk rolling down your body, no longer sinking into your dress.

Jungkook’s cock is aching in his pants, his hands carefully hovering over your breasts as he stares, fascinated by his discovery. His dark eyes meet yours, his hands moving to your panties to take them off you before he pulls you onto his lap so his face is right in front of your breasts.

“Baby, may I?” Jungkook’s voice is soft, bashful. The tips of his ears burn crimson as he makes himself look you in the eyes. He gulps, his hands growing clammy as he waits for your answer.

You blush, “go ahead, Kook.”

Jungkook is excited but nervous. His hands cup your breasts, carefully kneading them in his hands, listening to your soft moans before his tongue timidly reaches out to collect a droplet on his tongue. You eyed him cautiously, curious to see what his reaction will be, but all your fiancé does is smile and goes in for seconds.

Soft moans tumble from your parted lips. Your hands are on Jungkook’s shoulders to steady yourself as he carefully circles his tongue around your nipple before switching to the other.

“Jungkook,” you moan sensually, your body craving release as he continues to suckle your breast for a moment before reluctantly pulling away from you with a wide, satisfied grin.

“How was that?” He asks as he licks his lips, his eyes meeting yours instead of blatantly staring at your leaking chest.

You blush, fighting the urge to hide your face with your hands as you mumble how much you enjoyed it. Jungkook smirks, ecstatic that you enjoyed it as much as he did despite it being uncharted territory for the both of you. You move forward, allowing Jungkook to help you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his hips as you straddle him, your stomach making it hard to be pressed up against him. Jungkook doesn’t mind, however, he loves feeling your bare skin on his.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his hand caressing your cheek before he captures your lips with his. You kiss him back lovingly, not needing to rush as his hands slowly caress your body, feeling every inch of skin beneath his fingertips.

"You're everything I've ever wanted, Y/n," Jungkook confesses as he raises your hand, raising it to his lips and kisses the spot right above your engagement ring. You smile, feeling overwhelmed with love for your best friend, never imagining he would become your fiancé, much less the father of your child, and yet, here you were.

"Don't make me cry," you chuckle as you wipe the tears that have rolled down your cheeks as you smile through tears. Jungkook gives you a warm smile, pressing a kiss to your cheeks before he rubs your back.

"It's not my intention to make you cry. I just love you so much that it's almost unbearable. You've given me everything I've ever wanted and never dreamed I could have. You've given me a family, you and our baby are everything to me and I can never thank you enough for this gift, but I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I appreciate and love you." Jungkook gets choked up, his tears threaten to spill, but he chuckles and wipes at the corner of his eyes before you kiss him, your hand lacing in his hair, your moans mixing with his as you kiss him tenderly.

"I love you, Jungkook," you whisper as his lips trail kisses to your jaw, then down to the column of your throat, where he sucks on your skin until your keening. You love the warmth his touch provides, the tingle it sends down your spine as you roll your hips against his. You want him desperately and you're willing to do whatever it takes to have him.

"Jungkook," you breathe his name, drawing his attention, his star-filled eyes meeting yours.

"Let me suck you off," you say, blushing under his gaze as his fingers thread through your hair, his lips brushing against yours for a moment.

"Fuck, I want you to but you won't be comfortable on your knees or leaning forward, baby. Don't worry about me, okay?" You pout at his response but get off his lap to push him onto his back and have him scoot further up on the bed. Jungkook reluctantly does as you want, his eyes fixated on you the whole time as he rests his weight on his elbows and looks down at you. Your hands run up his delectable thighs, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as your hand cups his erection, giving it a squeeze that has Jungkook's head lolling back, eyes fluttering shut as he releases a deep, guttural moan that makes you clench around nothing in anticipation.

"Baby, you really don't have to," Jungkook grunts as you pull his sweats and boxers down his thighs, his cock finally free as you help I'm out of his clothing. You smirk, taking his cock in your hand, your thumb swiping across the head to spread his pre-cum over it before you lean down, your tongue peeking from between your lips as you take a tentative lick that has Jungkook melting at the touch. You slowly swirl your tongue around him, your hand moving up and down his cock with just the right amount of pressure that he enjoys before you take more of him in your mouth, his moans driving you to continue as you take him further. You love how he feels heavy on your tongue, his pre-cum coating your taste buds as you grip his thighs, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head up and down his length as his moans have you dripping wet. You ache for some sort of release, but right now all you care about is Jungkook's cock filling your mouth, and the delightful sounds his perfect, pink lips are releasing. You release his cock with a lewd pop, crawling over his legs to kneel at his side, giving him a perfect view of your belly as you take his cock in your mouth once again, your hand rolling his balls teasingly as he curses and brings his hand to your back before moving it to your belly and finally settling in between your thighs.

"Your mouth feels so good wrapped around me, babe. Should I cum in your mouth or save it for your cunt?" Jungkook muses as you feel his fingertips grace your entrance before two of his fingers push into you, making you moan around his cock. Jungkook moans and curses, his body thrumming with the urge to cum as he continues to finger you while you bob up and down his throbbing cock.

“Baby, you need to stop unless you want a mouthful of cum," Jungkok warns out and you reluctantly released his cock with a lewd ‘pop’. Jungkook inhales deeply, taking a second to catch his breath as his fingers continue to pump into you, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit until you’re moaning his name and soaking his fingers when you cum. Jungkook smiles, proud of himself as he gathers your pillows and helps you get comfortable for him.

"Are you sure you want this? We don't have to fuck," Jungkook states as he rubs your back before pressing a kiss to your skin, his hands kneading your ass as he waits for your response.

"I want you, Jungkook. I want your cock and I want you to fill me just like you did to knock me up," you moan as you feel the head of his cock run along your folds, coating his cock in your arousal before he slowly pushed the head of his cock inside you. You both moan, his cock pushing into you slowly as he grabs your ass. He loves how warm and wet you feel as he fills you deeply, his moans making you pulsate as he presses kisses to your back.

"Jungkook," you moan his name, aching for more when he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you, careful not to hurt you.

"Fuck, Y/n! Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good." Jungkook grunts as he fucks you harder, your moans encouraging him to continue his pace as your hips meet his. Your arousal is coating your thighs and his cock, your sinful moans music to his ears as he moans about how warm and wet you feel around him.

"Jungkook, right there," you groan as he hits a particular spot that has you seeing stars. His hips slam into you over and over again, both your bodies coated in a sheen of sweat as he continues to fuck you.

"Fuck, I'm so close," Jungkook grunts as he runs his hand over your belly only to move it between your thighs to rub your clit.

"Jungkook, Jungkook!" Your screams of pleasure fill the room, the sound of your fucking growing louder and louder as you both lose yourself to the pleasures you're experiencing. Jungkook is an expert on getting you off and it doesn't take long until you're moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you with a loud cry of his name. Jungkook curses as you clench around him, his thrust growing sporadic as he grunts and moans before he's filling you to the brim with his seed.

"Fuck, Y/n," Jungkook growls as he pulls out of you to lay completely spent at your side. He moves your body to lie beside him, his hand caressing your cheek before moving down to the swell of your abdomen.

"How do you feel, love?" Jungkook is concerned as his fingertips dance across your warm skin, hoping he hasn't caused you any discomfort.

"We're fine, Jungkook," you reassure him as you place your hand on your stomach, giggling when you feel your daughter kick where your hand lays. Jungkook places his hand on the spot your hand had previously been, smiling when he feels her kick again before he kisses your cheek.

"Let me clean you up, baby." Jungkook gets off the bed to go to the bathroom to bring back a damp cloth to clean you with. He's gentle, knowing you're sensitive as he diligently cleans you up until you feel like getting out of bed to use the bathroom.

You lay in bed beside him, exchanging kisses as his hand caresses your tummy, his nose nuzzling yours as he tells you how excited he is to be a father. Your chest grows warm with his words, knowing he loves you and his baby so much puts you at ease as you interlock your fingers with his.

" I love you, Jungkook."

I love you too, Y/n. More than you'll ever know."

"I'm a leaking mess! Look at me," you groan in frustration as you grab your shirt by the hem and pull it upward, grimacing at the dark spots on your gray shirt.

"Baby, trust me, I have been." Jungkook swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as his eyes grow darker with lust. You roll your eyes but smile at him anyway as you pull your top off your body along with your bra. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, missing your lips before he takes your hand to lead you to the bed.

"Jungkook," you try to protest but he shushes you, his lips planting kisses on your neck as he has you straddle him. You're not going to lie, you've missed his touch, missed the way he caressed your body and made you cum, but having a baby to care for has made it nearly impossible to be intimate with your fiancé. Today, however, Jungkook's parents had picked up your daughter, Ara, for the day to give you time to spend with Jungkook.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, baby. I'm fine just holding you like this," Jungkook kisses your neck before continuing. "I'm fine kissing you like this." Jungkook places another kiss on your neck, his hands rubbing your sides before he smirks, "tasting you like this." His tongue flicks against your nipple, moaning when your milk coats his tongue.

"Fuck," Jungkook can already feel his cock grow hard in his shorts, his lips wrapping around your nipple to suckle more of your milk, your moans mixing with his as he switches sides. Your fingers lace in his hair, holding him to your breast as he consumes you. Your hips grind down on his, his hands gripping your sides as he feels you rubbing against his erection. You taste phenomenal, he can never get enough of you and you love when he feeds from you, despite how bashful you may get.

"You taste so good," he whispers as he leans back to look at you, face flushed and pupils dilated as you grind on his cock. He bites his bottom lip, his hands cupping your ass before he kisses you, your tongues intertwining as he rewards you with a taste of your milk.

"Jungkook," his name rolls off your tongue erotically, his cock throbbing in response. You smile smugly, pushing Jungkook onto his back as you run your hand over his clothed erection. You give him a firm squeeze, your mischievous gaze making him moan your name as you pull his shorts and boxers off in one full sweep. You lick your lips as his cock springs free, laying hard and angry on his stomach before you wrap your hand around it. Jungkook hisses at the contact but allows himself to enjoy it as you use his pre-cum to glide your hand up and down his cock before your lips are wrapped around the head. You moan at the taste, your pussy clenching around nothing as you lave your tongue on the underside making him curse.

"Your mouth feels amazing, baby." Jungkook moans as he grips the sheets, resisting the urge to grip your hair and fuck your face.

"I know it does," you respond confidently as you bob your head up and down for a few moments that leave Jungkook seeing stars. He watches you intently, brows furrowed as you smile sinisterly, cupping your breasts in your hands as you lean over his cock. Jungkook gasps as he feels your warm milk on his cock, his eyes wide as he looks at you. You smile smugly, loving that you've caught him off guard as you continue to coat his cock with your milk before leaning forward to swipe your tongue along his length. Jungkook hisses, wondering how he hasn't already orgasmed from your actions.

You make it a point to slurp up your milk and pre-cum as lewdly as possible and by the way, Jungkook has tangled his hand in your hair, you know it's working. Your tongue swirls around the head, your hand squeezing your breast to coat the head before you lick it clean. Jungkook reaches out to take your hands' place, chuckling when a larger spurt hits his abdomen before it pools on his pelvis. You don't waste any time as your tongue licks it up, moaning in content as Jungkook stiffens. His moans grew louder as he warns you of his impending orgasm. You don't stop, however, instead you continue to suck him off until you feel his cum coat your tongue, swallowing until he's finally done and you release him.

"Fuck, Y/n, that was amazing!” he exclaims as he lays back to catch his breath, his hair lying disheveled on the pillow, a satisfied look on his face that leaves you beaming with pride as you crawl beside him to press a kiss to his lips. He kisses you back without hesitation, not caring about tasting his release on your lips.

“Let me return the favor,” he murmurs as his lips trail kisses down the column of your neck, gently nipping at the flesh to make you gasp and melt underneath his touch.

“Jungkook-”

“I know, love. We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand you’re still apprehensive about the last few times, but I’d like to make you feel good if you’d let me.” You bite your lip, considering Jungkook’s words, knowing the last few times you had been intimate, you had felt some discomfort but the need to feel Jungkook pleasuring you outweighed all your other thoughts.

"We can stop at any point you feel uncomfortable or if it hurts or you just want to stop. I just want to pleasure you the way you've pleasured me, baby." You don't know how Jungkook always knows what to say, but his words have your heart skipping a beat and smiling while tears of joy well up in your eyes.

"Oh, baby, please don't cry," Jungkook chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile, allowing Jungkook to press kisses all over your face before he has you lay on the bed. "Let me take care of you, baby."

You keen, allowing your fiancé to kiss your lips before moving down to kiss your neck, nipping and nibbling at the flesh until your fingers are threaded in his hair moaning his name and feeling yourself becoming aroused. You don't even let your leaking breasts deter you from the pleasure you're feeling as you feel his warm, wet tongue lick your nipple.

"Jungkook!" You gasp in surprise as he chuckles in response but returns to swirling his tongue on your nipple, suckling it as you spread your legs for him. His hand slides down your body, resting on your hip before he caresses your thigh and moves to kneel between your thighs. Your chest rises and falls, your kiss-swollen lips parting to moan for him as he kisses your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

"All you have to say is stop, and I will, baby." You nod in understanding, your stomach fluttering with excitement as he begins pulling your shorts down your thighs, helping you out of them before he discards them on your bedroom floor. You feel his beautiful hands grip your thighs, squeezing them before his thumbs rub circles into the flesh. Jungkook smiles as his fingertips dance over your panty-clad mound, lightly tapping it as he presses kisses on your hips, his pink tongue giving you teasing licks that have you moaning softly in response.

"Jungkook, baby," you moan, feeling Jungkook lick your hip before sucking the flesh to leave his mark on you for his eyes only. He loved seeing his ring on your finger to show you were taken since you were no longer pregnant and he wasn't going to lie. He liked the idea of knocking you up again soon but he knew better than that.

"You're always so responsive to my touch, aren't you, baby?" You nod, feeling your panties grow slightly damp as he grabs your panties and slowly pulls them down your thighs until you're exposed for his eyes.

"So pretty," Jungkook grins, his fingers spreading your lips to see you glistening with arousal. A murmured curse escaped his lips, his finger slowly tracing circles at your entrance before he slowly eases it in. His name rolls off your tongue sinfully, your hands gripping the bed sheets for purchase as Jungkook lowers his lips to plant a kiss on your clit.

"How does it feel, love? Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?" Jungkook's worried tone has you shaking your head no with a reassuring smile as you let him know that you feel perfectly fine and he can add a second finger if he'd like.

Jungkook is careful as he slides his second finger in, listening to your reaction to make sure you're not in any pain or discomfort.

"Do you want me to get the lube?" Jungkook asks, worried he might be hurting you but you shake your head, knowing you may need it later but for now your body is producing enough lubrication for you to be comfortable. Jungkook's tongue swirls around your clit once, flicking it before his lips wrap around it.

"Fuck yes," you groan as you spread your legs further, allowing him more room between your thighs as he works your body with minimal resistance. His fingers are coated with your slick, sliding in and out of you effortlessly as you keen. Jungkook moves his fingers in circles, feeling your walls clench around him as you beg him to go faster as his tongue licks up your essence. He savors the taste on his tongue, moaning into you as he delves deeper inside you. Your body is warm, a layer of sweat coating your skin as you loll your head back and moan Jungkook's name over and over as you feel the coil in your stomach snap.

Your hand reaches out for Jungkook, your fingers weaving in his thick locks as you cum on his fingers and tongue, his grunts reverberating in you as you arch your back and your eyes flutter shut as you're hit with a wave of pleasure that you haven't felt in months. You feel your toes curl and your body stiffens for a moment before falling slack on the bed, your chest rising and falling as you breathe in ragged breaths.

"Holy fuck," Jungkook says huskily as he slowly slides his fingers out of you, popping them in his mouth to lick them clean as he admires your fucked out body lying beneath him. Jungkook isn't surprised to see his cock has become hard once again, he simply wraps his hand around it and strokes it while you catch your breath, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watch him.

"You like watching me stroke my cock, baby?" Jungkook smiles smugly as he bites his lip, his dark, lust-filled eyes meeting your gaze as he continues to stroke himself. His soft moans have you aching to be filled by him, needing to be fucked into the mattress again and again until you can't walk.

"I love it, baby. How are you so fucking hot? You make me feel like I've sinned just looking at you," you chuckle as your hand reaches out to touch his toned chest, sliding it down to his abs before licking your lips as your hand wraps around his cock after he releases it.

"Fuck, yes, baby. That's it... fuck," Jungkook continues to curse, his eyes fluttering shut as he revels in the pleasure of you stroking his cock.

"I want you." Jungkook groans at your words, his hands gripping your thighs before he moves your hand off his cock. Jungkook hovers over your body, placing kisses on your neck and chest as you feel the head of his cock rub along your folds to coat his cock with your arousal.

You moan Jungkook's name, begging him to fuck you as you wrap your arms around his neck, placing soft kisses on his shoulder as you feel him push into you. You sighed into Jungkook's neck, holding him tightly as he kisses your neck.

"Let me know when you're ready, baby. There's no rush," his words have you falling for him all over again as you nod, your lips meeting his in a gentle kiss as you let him know you're ready for him to move.

Jungkook is cautious, his eyes fixated on your face to look for any look of discomfort, but he grows courageous as he sees none. Jungkook kisses you, his tongue pressing at the seam of your lips, moaning when your tongues become intertwined as he begins a slow pace.

"You feel so good, Kook." You run your hands over his strong chest, looking down where your bodies connect. Jungkook looks down as well, grunting as he pulls his cock out save for the head and groans when he sees how creamy you've made his cock.

"You feel amazing, Y/n." A deep moan escapes your fiancé as he grips your hips and thrusts back into you. He rolls his hips against you, his lips kissing your neck as you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer. He curses as he feels you pulsating around him, his lips moving to your chest to suck on your nipples to add to your pleasure.

You dig your nails into his muscular back, moaning his name in a mantra as he thrust into you deeper, harder, hitting every spot you need him too. You're both damp with sweat as your moans fill your bedroom along with the sound of your coupling. Jungkook loves how warm your pussy feels wrapped around him, whispering how good you feel and how much he loves you.

"Jungkook, please," you beg as he fucks you faster, his hips slamming into you over and over again as you rub your clit in tandem.

"That's it, baby. Rub your clit for me while I fuck you. Ugh, fuck! Take my cock, baby. Fucking take it!" Jungkook growls, pushing his long hair back as he holds you tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucks you harder and faster, his eyes fixated on the way your tits bounce with each powerful thrust he delivers. "Fuck, love. You look so fucking hot taking my cock. I can't wait to fill you with cum and knock you up again."

"Mm, fuck Jungkook!" You arch upward, your hips meet his own as he slams into you again and again, a salacious smirk on his face as you tighten around him.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Like the idea of me filling you with my seed until you’re round with my baby again? You just love walking around carrying my kin? Showing everyone how well I've bred you. Isn't that right, love?" You moan obscenely at his words, knowing there's no point in denying it when you both know it's true.

"Yes, yes! Love being bred by you, Kook!" You exclaim as you feel your body grow hot with pleasure as a particular thrust sends you over the edge, you dig your nails into his back, moaning his name as you orgasm. Jungkook feels you tighten around his cock, triggering his orgasm, causing his thrusts to become sporadic as he moans your name as his seed fills you up.

Jungkook pants, rolling his hips until he's completely spent. He pulls out of you to lay at your side, kissing your forehead before pulling you into his arms.

"I love you, Jungkook."

"I love you too, Y/n. I know I say this a lot but I love you so much. You've made me the happiest man in the world. Not only do you love me and are going to be my wife, but you've given me the most amazing family I could have ever asked for. You and Ara are my whole world and I'll do anything in my power to make sure the two of you are happy and healthy. You're such a wonderful mom to Ara and such an amazing partner. I can't wait to marry you and have more babies with you. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together with you in my arms just like this."

"Why do you always make me cry?" You laugh through your tears before wiping them away, your sniffles making Jungkook chuckle before he kisses your lips gently.

"It's never my intention to make you cry, love."

"But you do so anyway." you smile before kissing his lips, your hands cupping his face as you bring him closer. You don't know how you ended up with someone as fabulous as Jungkook, but you weren't going to take it for granted. You had everything you could have possibly ever wanted; a best friend, a fiancé, and an amazing father to your child, all rolled up into one. Was there anything Jungkook couldn't do?

"Jungkook?"

"Yes, love?" Jungkook snuggles closer to you, his hand stroking your side as he holds you.

"Do you want to have more babies?"

"Of course!" He answers immediately with a wide smile that has you melting. "Obviously not right now. Ara is only four months old and you're on birth control. Besides, your body needs to rest and recover before I pump you full of my seed and breed you over and over again."

"Fuck," you groan as his words have you clenching your thighs, making Jungkook smirk as his lips brush against your neck in a kiss before you feel his breath at your ear.

"You like that, huh? You're eager for me to fill you up with my cum again? You want to be full of my seed until you're pregnant again. You love it just as much as I do and it’s fucking hot, baby." You feel his hand move down your body, his fingers pushing his cum deeper into you, a smirk on his face. "Too bad you're on birth control, I'd love to knock you up right now."

"Jungkook?"

"Hmm?"

"How about another practice round?" Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice as he gets between your legs, his lips meeting yours as he feels his cock already semi-hard. You're not surprised by his stamina anymore, instead, you're excited to have him fill you once again until he has you crying his name over and over until you fully lose yourself.

You couldn't wait to become his wife and spend the rest of your life with him, loving you, fucking you, and being there for you. Jungkook was everything you wanted, and you were never going to let him go.

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The Morning After | (M)

Author’s Note: welcome back to chanvember! i hope you enjoy this piece <3 its been a while since ive written smut for him and given how the last time went over, ive been very nervous about this. so i hope everyone has a great time! | this work features graphic sexual content and themes not suitable for an audience under the age of 18. please do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable or if you under 18. Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: smut; romance; friends to lovers!au; fluff; angst; au Summary: For the last several months, every time you and Chanyeol get drunk you wind up in bed together. At this point, you’ve come to expect it - it happens like clockwork. But now, your feelings for him have developed into something much stronger than friendship. Now, you’re not sure you can carry one pretending to be fine with this arrangement. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; unprotected sex; creampie; sex on a kitchen counter for all to see (but the stove isnt on; safety first!); dirty talk; drinking games; jongdae possibly passed out in the snow Word Count: 11K

The heat of his body pressed against yours is what wakes you, the full length of his limbs nestled against your skin, seeking security.

Chanyeol is needy in sleep, always curled against you in the hopes of sharing warmth, contact, and affection. Waking up beside him, held so tightly in his arms, his breath cascading over your neck, is your favourite part of this non-arrangement - the glory of waking up and feeling wanted. He’s good at it, too, tall enough and warm enough to make you feel special, protected; and enough to make you want him him down to your soul, as though you could ever want him less.

But this, you know, is also your least favourite part of waking up with him - apart from waking up at all. The gift of waking up feeling held, protected, needed, down to your very bones, is a blessing most people savor, something they would hold onto with both hands, reluctant to release even after morning breaks. But you, you know what it means, and it’s the meaning that stings, even if it’s shallow. Being held like this makes it <i>hard.</i> It makes it hard to leave, makes it hard to remember who you are and what you are, feeling special only to remember these fleeting moments don’t last.

With other people, you’ve grown accustomed to waking up and walking away - in fact, you relish the act of leaving, body sated and mind empty, your craving reduced, in these morning hours, to coffee and solitude, with no room for anything else. With other people, you disappear as though it is your magical blessing, body already awake before dawn, footsteps quiet, and smile reserved for yourself, for the satisfaction that comes from liberating yourself from men you don’t really want.

For you, walking away is easy, a sacred talent of empowerment, but, with Chanyeol waking up hurts.

The sun seeps through the linen of the curtains, and you sigh, blinking resolutely at the yellow hue fully aware you’ve missed the dawn, and thus missed your escape. Mouth dry, the alcohol from the night before lingers on your tongue, much the same way his hand lingers on your stomach, palm flat as if to hold the totality of you. His other arm rests beneath your neck, cradling you close, protective, while still ensuring you are comfortable enough to sleep.

Biting your lip, you press back against him, feeling the hardness of his erection rub against the curve of your ass, as much a reminder of his anatomy as it is a phantom memory of the previous night, the purposeless celebration, and the way you fell to bed together, acting as though you were surprised and unprepared.

Chanyeol was already drunk when he found you, stumbling into the living room with a smile on his face that spoke of yearning, Your own motor skills had been delayed by the alcohol in your system, a frown set on your face as you attempted to figure out the HDMI settings needed to use the Nintendo Switch the Air BnB had so generously provided. It was for Mario Kart, you complained, eyes wide and pleading with Chanyeol’s savant capabilities with wires and technology. He had to help you.

But he didn’t want to. He said this with a pout, reaching for your neck and shoulder with messy inelegance, looking bereft, the beanie on his head too large for his cheeks, giving him the appearance of someone too innocent for his age. The drinking games had gone poorly, bad enough to hurt his pride, and he was seeking consolation for his losses. He needed you, he said, adamant and desperate, pleading even though he’d never admit it, looking so young and so small and so terribly needy.

Hands on your hips, you grimaced, told him he’d only get comfort if he helped you, annoyed because he certainly did not need any comfort. He was terrible at drinking games, the only games he could never master because he could never master his drink, and he should know this, you said. He’s smart enough to know.

You don’t remember how his lips found yours. If you’re being honest, you rarely ever remember. Every time, you never truly remember much beyond the blinding haze of desire that floods your limbs whenever you look at him, but you remember the feeling. It was so unlike the kisses he usually gives you when he’s this far gone, hands seeming to remember where you like them best and lips moving with an assured confidence, as though he no longer needed permission - as though kissing you was something that came naturally, and without hesitation.

Chanyeol walked you up the stairs, one at a time before pulling away from your lips with a frown, and lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist to carry you the rest of the way.

‘Fuck off.’ A weak protest, one that you mumbled against his lips. ‘I’m too heavy.’

‘No, you’re not. Shut up.’

He resumed kissing you, kissed you even as he pushed through your assigned room, the room you staked claim in by dropping your bags not seven hours previous. You were glad you’ve moved them to the floor.

It was messy, from there, his hands at your jeans and pulling them down while your fingers worked at his belt - too complicated, you’d said, and he’d laughed. His mouth found your core, licking a full line up your slit before diving inside. He moaned on contact and so did you, not bothering to be quiet. Downstairs, Jongdae yelled victoriously - another win. In bed, you gripped Chanyeol’s hair with one hand and the bed sheets with another, feeling victorious yourself as you rolling up against his face until he kissed your clit and told you not to come.

The thickness of his girth still resonates between your legs, stretching you to a fullness your body always remembers, but can never replicate with your own hand and fingers, not even your vibrator. He fucked into you while he called you love, and baby, and perfect, kissing at your breasts as he fucked you hard enough for your hips to hurt. He came inside you, too, a new development that makes you grateful you’ve been taking birth control, a new development that makes your thighs clench in memory. Overwhelmed by his orgasm, he moaned into your neck, biting down on the flesh until he shuddered to a halt, cock still twitching inside you.

He kissed and kissed at the mark, apologizing for the redness and any pain, kissing at your lips only when you told him it didn’t hurt too much, and that you liked it.

Your hand finds the mark now, careful not to disturb him. Running your fingers over the mark, the bumps and indents of his teeth still remain and you still feel him, the pain gone and leaving with it a memory of heat and wanting, a tattoo of recollection that makes your chest feel tight. It’s strange, you think, to feel marked and claimed without anyone truly wanting the possession of you, a feeling that makes you feel lonely rather than alone.

Turning over to look at him, making sure your do so lightly, you eyes catch sight of his tattoos, the dark lines and art casting shadows on the veins and always so tantalizing to touch. Cuddling closer, you run your hands through his hair, aware that an action like this is both too affectionate and too risky, but you find it can’t be helped.

A few months ago, you discovered that he enjoys having his hair stroked, though you never do so when he's sober and certainly not when he's awake. But when he's sleeping, and you've been lucky enough to have him, he cuddles into your touch, whining with a puff of air through his lips. He's needy, your favourite thing to learn about him - a man so notoriously detached from connection and romance craves it with all of himself when his guard is down, and when he doesn't know he wants it at all.

The sun hits his skin in ways it seems to avoid your other partners. Lately, you've woken up with other people and watched the way the sun carves edges into their skin that makes you feel hollow. It does not make them ugly, just harsh, illuminating all the reasons they aren't what you want, only just what you needed - briefly and for a limited amount of time. On Chanyeol, the sun finds a home, turns the tips of his ears pink and adds dimension to the dark strands of his hair, the curls turning from a deep brown, almost black, to a rich chocolate, turning him amber and amber, and turning your heart to amber, frozen in the single moment of your admiration.

His eyelashes splay over his cheeks as he sleeps, a slight flush of rose smeared against the bone, and you smile, knowing that even under blankets with another person the heat is sweltering, You're warm too, always a little too warm with him, but for some reason you don't mind. Always, you push yourself away in bed, careful not to touch or be touched after you've had your fill, looking forward to leaving but not really sleeping, chest filled with great disdain for accidental contact.

With Chanyeol, sleep comes easily, easier than it does even when you're on your own, and so you've learned to hate leaving - often already left, body finally relaxed into a state of comfort with him, rousing only when he has departed entirely and craving the lack.

Having spent too long thinking around and through him, beyond comparison and into craving, Chanyeol's eyes begin to flutter with the first traces of wakefulness. Feeling adrenaline seep into your veins, you pull your hand away, dropping it carefully on the pillow beside your head and closing your eyes, hoping he does not notice or feel your movement.

For a moment, there is only silence. Silence and the deep, low growl that always accompanies Chanyeol's yawns. Biting the inside of your cheek, you force yourself not to smile, always amused by the sound and the way it resonates around the room, long and aching as though he pulled it from deep within his soul. When he's quiet again, the sudden lack of noise, only his even, smooth breaths remaining, feels painful, hair on your arms standing on edge, defying the weight of expectation.

'Really?' Chanyeol's voice comes as a soft mumble, a whisper of reverence that makes your chest flush. You're glad to be covered by the blankets, the pink heat of it hidden from view. 'Again?'

Not a trace of displeasure tints his voice, the smile he wears offering a gentle caress to the cadence of his tone. If you could, you'd sigh in the breadth and the wake of it, luxuriating in the way his smile can never be hidden, not even by the darkness of your closed eyes and the icy cruelty of the morning sun. Chanyeol drips everywhere, all over you and into your soul, smiling to himself in his own amusement and smiling into your spirit, giving you wings enough to feel carried through the day.

It's enough to make you want to stay. It's enough to make you think it could be easy.

But he moves under the sheets and the spell is broken, reality scratching at your shoulders, reminding you this kind of softness is never reserved solely for you, especially not when you’re sober.

You focus on keeping your eyes calm and still beneath your eyelids, waiting for him to depart and counting down the seconds to the loss of his warmth, his touch, and his attention. Idly, you wonder if you’ve ever waited long enough to wake up with him, realizing that there is no record time to make it to, no goal to achieve before the norm feels broken. By missing the dawn and having your fill, you’ve already broken the mold, and now you must start over, from nothing and from everything all at once.

The pillows and the sheets wrinkle, bed shaking with the motion of his long limbs, but the warmth doesn’t leave you. Instead, it comes closer, one of his legs sliding between yours, the bone of his hip meeting the curve of your stomach as he curls into you. Chanyeol brings himself closer, humming with a rumble of contented bliss, and your heart lurches into your throat.

A lump forms. Panic rises. You feel yourself drawn into him by your own accord, lured, like always, just as a magnet to its pole, to the cascade of affection radiating from his soul. And it would be so easy to give in, to let yourself fall back asleep and pretend you didn’t feel him, you never felt him, that this whole time it was him who was preparing to leave, but you can’t.

To let it continue would only be a detriment to your soul and to your heart. And so, however unwillingly in the effort of self-preservation, you furrow your brow, assume the imagined expression of a person learning to greet the day, and open your eyes, met, instantly, with the kind tenderness of his stare.

Blinking at him twice, you let your eyes adjust - to his brightness, to the feeling of seeing him see you first, before anything else, and to the notion that he has not moved. Chanyeol does not pull away, not even a little.

'Morning,’ he whispers, settling deeper into the pillow, getting comfortable.

Strands of hair fall into his eyes, your fingers twitching, straining with the effort of keeping still and refraining from wiping it away. Chanyeol narrows his eyes and blows them off his forehead instead, shaping his lips into a perfect circle. The air leaves your lungs, leaves you breathless, transfixed by their pink softness.

'Hi,’ you manage, the word barely more than a murmured breath of acknowledgement.

He chuckles, wiggling his toes against the bed. The muscles in the leg caught between yours flex, and you wait for him to comment on the intimacy of this position, but he does not. 'Day one and we're already at it.'

It’s your turn to laugh, looking away from him, sheepish. 'We've been making a habit out of this.'

'We?' he exclaims in mock offense. 'I think you mean you?'

'Me?' you laugh. 'You were the one all sad and looking for a kiss after you lost, what? Kings? Beer pong? Whatever the fuck you were playing.’ Letting your smile fall into a pout, you regard him with wide eyes, teasing. ‘Jae and I just wanted to play Mario Kart.'

'I didn't need a kiss,' he whines childishly. 'I wanted a hug or something. If you didn't give me one I would have been fine.'

Rolling your eyes, you click your tongue. 'You are literally the least self aware person on this planet.' Gasping, Chanyeol wiggles in the bed in protest, and you press your hands against his chest, laughing. 'Calm down, you know you are! How do you do that?'

With a deep pout and a huff, Chanyeol stops his fussing and lets silence fall over the room once more. He doesn’t make any motions to leave, and you keep your eyes on his muscles, waiting for any sign of abrupt departure, keeping yourself on edge. Your hand leaves his chest, skin still tingling with the contact, bringing it under the sheets to press your nails into you leg, hoping to erase the sensation.

In all his fussing, Chanyeol has brought his chest as close to yours as he can, close enough one deep inhale on your part would press your breasts against his sternum, and so the motion of your hand beneath sheets, accidentally and inadvertently, grazes against his side. Eyes going wide, Chanyeol pushes away, albeit not far, a playful smile of protest tugging at his lips.

'Stop!' he yelps, though it falls away with little protest, revealing an undercurrent in his tone than sends a shiver down your spine. 'That tickles!'

Drunk on the power of this moment, you smirk. 'You big baby, I didn't do anything!'

Even as it happens, you can feel this moment and the weight it carries, the change it means to deliver. Biting your lip, you watch as Chanyeol remains still, expectant, eyes alive with a hunger that keeps you nervous and, conversely, invigorated, driven to know what a look like this could mean. Something about this look speaks of desire, longing, and encouragement, and so you act quickly, with little thought at all, hooking your leg over his hip to flip him on his back.

Straddling his hips, you bring both your hands to his sides, and tickle him, keeping your thighs locked on either side of him as he fights.

Loud in general, Chanyeol’s laugh is thunder against your skin, an earthquake that battles at your sternum, demanding entry to your heart. His laughter his loud and so is his yell, the yell of defeat he releases as he grips your hips, head thrown back and eyes closed, smile on his face bordering in ecstasy.

But he yells, and in the aftermath, you both pause, halting your motions, watching one another in abject shock.

People have seen you - everyone sharing this Air BnB with you has seen you with him. Waking up with Chanyeol is not new, hardly a new development that could surprise anyone.

The first time you kissed, you were both wasted - exceptionally, beautifully caught in the throws of a haze that made you both ravenous for attention. It had been Baekhyun's drunken suggestion, tossed nonchalantly into the wind as a way to break the tension and ensure you both received what you were looking for, thus leaving everyone else alone. In a way, your lips on Chanyeol was a drunk form of entertainment, a way to prove to everyone, and to yourself, that friends - best friends - could kiss and make out and still come away unchanged, perhaps closer, delighted that boundaries had been blurred without any real consequences.

And so you kissed him with vigor, kissed him hard and long, mostly to make everyone laugh or gasp, waiting for a reaction, but partly, and in many ways most of all, to prove to yourself that you could. You kissed him as a means to prove to your aching heart that the torch it had been carrying and feeling ultimately meant nothing and that, with one taste of Chanyeol's lips, you would be sated and disinterested, glad to have someone to keep you comfortable when your skin flares with desire for a pair of hands.

The problem, in the end, was that you kissed Chanyeol and then seemed to never stop.

The second time, it escalated to his fingers against your waistband, teasing the skin while he sucked your bottom lip, hesitation in his touch but not his tongue.

The third time, he'd left marks on your shoulder and your teeth had marred his neck purple, and everyone had noticed, your foundation not a match for his complexion; your breasts ached with the feel of his palms for days, desperate to feel the force of his touch once more.

The fourth time, he'd asked you if you wanted him to stop, lips wet with your kisses and the traces of his beer, eyes wide and affectionate, and aware enough to be concerned. His hands lingered at the waistband of your sweats, gripping the fabric tightly, while your legs lingered at his hips, your shirt discarded somewhere across the room. You told him no, don’t stop. You never wanted him to stop.

The fifth time he did not ask if you wanted him to stop. It was clear you didn't want him to, not with your mouth around his cock. He paid you back in kind with three fingers in your cunt and his lips kissing against yours, smirking possessively until your came around his knuckles. You watch, cheeks red and soul blanched, as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, eyes on yours the whole time.

The sixth time, there was no room for words - not with the way he gasped as he fucked into you, and not between the moans he pulled from your throat with each snap of his hips. There were no words after the orgasm, your body still shuddering against his while he held you, his own lips pressing soothing kisses to your neck and chest, right above your heart.

There hasn't been room for words since, not for at least nine months, perhaps even longer - you've really only started counting the times where you woke up with him, not the times your mouths found one another accidentally on purpose.

And so, everyone is aware of this silent agreement - all agreeing silently not to talk about it because the tension always seems to disappear in the morning. But with Chanyeol looking up at you now, eyes wide and cheeks blanched, you know he's not ready for someone to see you in bed. Something about being found feels to real, to raw, and you’re not sure either of you are ready to bear that cross.

Your heart sinks. Your mind races. You realize this is why it’s best to leave, even if it hurts.

Chanyeol rolls his hips up into yours, his erection pressing against your core as a reminder you both are naked and wrapped against one another in the sheets. His hands grip tightly at your hips, your own hands pressed against his sides, careful not to move, as he rolls up against you once more. Eyes falling closed, you remind yourself this is his favourite position. He’s said as much, declaring it so because he gets to kiss you, keep his hands on your breasts, and wear you like armor - his drunken words six months ago when you came so hard around him you thought the prison of your bones had been shattered.

Grinding down onto him, responding in kind to his movement, you wait to see if he will meet your pressure, but he doesn’t. Chanyeol keeps still, trapped in a state of wait but for what you can’t be sure. Mind fogged and heart starting to feel like glass, you can never seem to truly sense the needs of his body when you’re sober - your own mind and body wrought with the pleasure it feels and the awareness that it still feels good, perhaps even feels best, without the burning edge of alcohol laced through the satisfaction.

For what feels like too long, Chanyeol doesn’t move, his hands on yours an anchor that only serves to remind you of all the ways your feelings and his touches are a problem.

'Sorry,' you say, keeping your voice even and clear. 'I didn't mean for that to get loud.'

Sliding off his hips, you don’t bother remaining in bed, too awake to let yourself pretend anymore. Throwing your legs over the side, you look down, seeing the clothes you’d thrown in your haste. The memory of how Chanyeol hadn’t bothered to fully remove his jeans, sliding them down his thighs enough to push inside you turning your mouth dry. With no trace of your underwear and the nearest thing being your shirt, you sigh and rise to a stand, putting it on with a stretch. The hem of the shirt just falls to the curve of your ass, rising up slightly each move of your arms overhead.

Outside the window, endless white seems to filter through the gaps, a too bright sheen battling against the sun. The hardwood floors sting their chill against your toes, and you hug yourself in a shiver, glad for the snap of winter to keep you grounded and level headed.

'You're not gonna put underwear on?' Chanyeol asks, breaking the silence with a tight voice.

'Calm down,’ you laugh, keeping your chastisement soft. Walking away from the bed, your nod in a vague direction. 'My bag's over there, I'm not going far.'

Crossing in front of the footboard, you turn to look at him over your shoulder. He’s pushed himself up against the pillows, erection tenting the sheets gathered at his waist as he watches you, pupils dilated and jaw tense. His hands remain nowhere insight, body still and chest flushed. It’s the sort of vision that will stay with you long after the morning has passed, taking possession of this moment with greedy hands and fingers, and you smile, unsure how the expression truly looks, not bothering to mask any of your emotions, if only for this moment.

Chanyeol’s head tips back, nostrils flaring as he exposes more of his neck in the effort of appearing long, powerful, imposing. Wetness gathers at your core once more, threatening to glide onto your thighs from the force of your desire, and you turn away from him, looking back out the window, hoping for a distraction.

'It snowed last night,’ you muse, hoping the white blanket beyond the curtains can help ease the racing of your heart, the empty expanse soothing.

'Must be why I slept so well.’ Chanyeol’s words are heavy, thick, and you try not to focus on the sound, aware of the effect it will have on the clenching of your thighs. 'Finally cold enough for your body heat.'

Rolling your eyes, you shift your gaze from the window and crouch in front of your suitcase, careful not to bed over or to tease. 'You say that like you're not a personal heater,’ you counter, rifling through to find your favourite hoodie. ‘Or like you don't actually sleep well after you've fucked me.'

Chanyeol huffs, sounding petulant. 'It's the orgasm.'

'Well,' you laugh, sliding on your underwear with a sway of your hips, 'at least I still get to say I'm responsible.'

Pulling your hoodie over your head, you immediately regret your choice. Chanyeol was the last person to borrow this, the fabric having taken on his sent - or, maybe, it was his to begin with, and you had stolen it. It’s been passed between you both so many times neither of you really remember who has rightful possession, sharing it with mutual custody. The problem, now, is that it smells like him and is too warm, too thick, for the bedroom, the heaviness of both these things making you feel light headed.

'I'm gonna go make brunch,’ you announce, giving yourself an escape as you turn to face him once more. 'Can I expect your help with the pancakes?'

Head tipped back against the headboard, he nods minutely. 'Yeah, just need a minute.'

Humming in a noise of acknowledgement, you duck out of the room, considering all the lines you’ve crossed from the moment you opened your eyes. Too much touching, too much laughing, too close - far closer than you’ve ever been while sober, blurring the limits and boundaries you’ve defined for yourself. The taste of alcohol lingers on your tongue, but it does not linger in your blood, aware that the choices you made this morning were done with clear, selfish rationality.

Walking down the stairs, you’re glad for the distance you put between one another, giving himself time to think and yourself time to rebuild your armor.

The kitchen is far cleaner than you remember it being, glancing over to the open expanse of the living room to see this, too, has been cleaned. Smiling, you make note to thank Minseok and Jae, both early risers who likely sorted most of the mess before taking their morning run together. In a distant room, Baekhyun snores, though there remains no sign of Jongdae, the door to his room fully open and bed empty when you passed. Briefly, you wonder if this will be like the time you found him on the lawn in college, passed out with a bottle of beer in one hand and a smile on his face.

The thought makes you smile, but you imagine since there’s snow, if this did happen, he would have woken up and moved himself somewhere warm - you trust him at least enough to give him the benefit of the doubt.

You’re grateful for the silence of the house as you begin to cook, the one thing that truly relaxes you, an automatic response of your hands married to your eyes, having long surpassed the need to measure, plan, or time your actions. Chopping garlic, your hands do the work for you while your mind walks, travels far back beyond the first time you kissed Chanyeol, looking for clear moment to define when your feelings changed.

Still, you come up empty, aware that it likely wasn’t any one thing that turned your feelings of love from platonic endearment to deep rooted longing. Rather, it was a lot of little things that accumulated over time. Intimacy is a thing that is gained, gathering not unlike the snow during a storm, piling until you notice it and until it sticks - until, in the end, you find yourself buried, unwilling and unable to moved back to your prior state, not unless the season of your heart changes.

Intimacy between you and Chanyeol had gathered almost violently, aggressive in the way you suddenly anticipate his movements, skin hungry for his and heart ready to give and give all of yourself over to all of him, without question or hesitation. With Chanyeol, you do not hide, you know that you do not have you. With Chanyeol, you know that you are accepted unconditionally, already aware of your greatest flaws and still supporting you in spite.

With Chanyeol, you know there needn’t be a reason for you to have fallen in love with him, accepting, in the end, only the knowledge that you did. Most of all, the knowledge that a love like this, was ultimately inevitable.

Whisking the eggs and garlic together in a bowl, you feel Chanyeol enter the room rather than hear him. With your back to the entryway, the atmosphere seems to change simply because he is there, the electric shock of awareness running down your nerves. Food was the first thing you shared with him, long ago and long before you knew his name, dipping your fry into his milkshake with his permission the night Baekhyun introduced you.

Over time, you’ve continued to share food: drunk breakfasts, sober dinners, holiday meals cooked together, prepared in quiet understanding of one another’s movements. Every time you cook together, the chaos that usually follows you is seemingly absent, falling into a comfortable, wordless flow.

A smile pulls at your lip, glad for the familiarity of the silence that will come from his help. Cooking with Chanyeol, there will be no need for conversation, hopefully eradicating the sensation that anything has changed at all.

'Can you start making the pancake batter?' You don’t bother to take your attention away from the eggs, already imagining his small nod and proud smile. 'You're so much better at pancakes than I am.'

Chanyeol comes behind you, pressing his chest firmly against your back, curling over your short frame as he drops his chin onto the crown of your head. You pause, lifting your eyes and keep them trained straight ahead at the wall and the cabinets, waiting for his petulant whine of disinterest. Or, perhaps, his claim that he doesn’t want pancakes and would rather have toast, something far easier to make when hungover but equally as hearty.

He’s done this before, after long bouts of teasing and usually in conversation, wrapping around your body to make your movements difficult, to slow you, to tease you. Chanyeol has done this before but he has never done it the morning after, certainly never done it with drink still in his system and without expectation. Closeness like this always demands more, and you feel too sober to let yourself get carried away.

Forcing yourself to smile, you run through these thoughts and prepare for his complaints, building up your walls on instinct. Instead and without warning, he brings his hands beneath your hoodie and shirt, pressing his fingers firmly against your skin as he hugs you close, tight enough you imagine he is seeking to bind you to him.

'It's cold,' he whispers, as though this explanation is sufficient enough.

'Yeah,' is all you can manage.

You wonder if he is lying, if he actually is cold at all, his hands and fingers perfectly warm to the touch. If he were cold, you’d already have swatted him away, startled by the chill of his skin. But he remains, and you let him stay, his heat flowing and spreading over your skin like a fever. The warmth of this is familiar enough to water you, tongue feeling heavy as your walls clench around nothing.

'You're warm,’ he continues, tipping his head down to kiss against your hair as he speaks.

You blink. 'Are you still drunk?'

He laughs, shaking his head against yours and messing up your hair. 'No.'

'Hungover?' you try, needing an explanation, an answer - any clue to assist in your next response.

'Not really?' he muses. 'You left water by the bed before we fell asleep, so I feel a little better. You're always taking care of me.'

With a small, happy sigh, he hugs you tight, leaving no room for air between your bodies. He brings his chin to your shoulder, turning inward and letting his nose graze along the tendon of your neck as you tilt for him, giving him room and access against your best judgement.

'Chanyeol.'

'What?' he mumbles, eyes closing, eyelashes ticking your skin in the process

'What are you doing?'

The words come heavy and thick, so unlike the soft, kind words of affection you like to give him when he’s like this. So too unlike the words of playful abjection that comes from feigned irritation, reminding him and your friends and yourself that you are, in fact, just friends.

Just friends and nothing more.

He furrows his brow, and you can feel the tension in his cheeks as he does so. 'What do you mean?'

Turning your body in his hold, his hands maintain their position as they slip to the small of your back. Gingerly, he lifts his head just enough for you to regard him, cool and bewildered. Remaining careful, your own hands grip the curve of the counter, knuckles tight with the effort of not reaching for him, wrapping around him with the same, easy affection. Your eyes search his face, his small frown of concern and his deep, chocolate eyes filled with such warmth and vibrancy, the very closeness of him making your chest burn with ardor.

Taking in a deep breath, you gather the strength to speak. 'We do this when we're drunk,’ you say simply.

It hurts to say the words, to bring the very grandeur of him down and to name yourself as the reason for his withering expression. But it hurts more to let your hands and lips and heart kiss at the glimmers of hope. It hurts just as much as the way it renders him so small, so impossibly small and young and lost, his eyes reading your expression as anxiety begins to seep into his irises.

'What if I want to do it when I'm sober, too?' he tries, the quietest he’s ever been, especially around you.

Casting him a quizzical, hesitant stare, you bite your lip, attempting not to feel wounded or boxed into a label that hurts. 'You mean officially be friends with benefits?'

Chanyeol pull back from you a little more, blinking as the color drains from his cheeks. 'Is...is that what you want?'

Something in his eyes tells you that he’d give this to you if you said yes. His admission for wanting this sort of intimate closeness when he’s sober says he’d give you this if you said yes, feeling as though he’s won the universe with sex and a best friend, and a world of other options ready and waiting for his touch. He’d give himself to you, too, you see it in the way he bites his lip, making sure you felt pleasure every moment, your world colored into ecstasy, the limits put on pleasure suddenly rendered obsolete.

It would be so easy, to have him and simultaneously have nothing at all.

And so you swallow thickly, aware that moments like these are tests of love - self love, and little else. Chanyeol has granted you a rare opportunity to be honest with yourself, even if you are not directly being honest with him, fully aware that you are too selfish to want only a fraction of his whole. With Chanyeol, you want all of him - you want absolutely everything, having tasted both sides of his soul, even if you have not tasted them altogether.

'No.' You shake your head, lungs empty of oxygen, speaking within a hollow exhale of emptiness. 'I don't think I could stomach that.'

'Oh.'

He regards you with a crestfallen expression, shoulders and posture falling as your resolute answers weighs him down.

Bewildered by this unexpected response, you decide to be completely honest, fully aware that unless you say something, he will absolutely never figure it out for himself.

'You have to know it's been hard for me, right?' you try, cocking your head to the side in a silent plea. 'The last few months of this?'

'We can stop -'

You cut him off, closing your eyes and shaking your head. 'That's exactly my point, Chanyeol.' Your grip tightens on the counter, bracing yourself for this fall - this time, likely, away from him. 'I don't want to stop. I keep having to stop when we wake up and walk away. I'm -’ your voice breaks, throat tight and mind racing. Taking in a deep breath, you let yourself say it, all of it, without reservation. ‘I want more, constantly. I want all of you to myself. You know I'm inherently selfish, and also inherently direct. So I'm just letting you know I can't be your sober friend with benefits. I think that would kill me. I want you too much.'

When you finish, Chanyeol swallows, your gaze drawn to the movement within his neck. In your chest and hands, your pulse is racing, blood moving at a pace that keeps you lingering on the precipice of falling or flying, feeling, all at once, not unlike Icarus.

'I don't want to be friends with benefits either,’ he says, shaking his head, almost imperceptibly.

Your grip loosens. Your stomach drops. Still, your nerves remember the sensation of his touch, bringing forth the memory in urgency, aware that, not an hour ago, you already had your last fill.

'Then…’ your voice drifts, words arriving on your tongue in the wrong order. ‘Do we stop? I know you Chanyeol, you can barely handle alcohol and I can't handle myself around you.'

Even if he wants to stop, you aren’t sure you can. Your desire for him has reached deep into the nodes of your lungs, spreading like spores into the crevices of your heart, your mind, your blood. Chanyeol fills you, everyday and all the time, especially when you are drunk. With a drink in your system, your lust and love for him hits you tenfold, and one look at him will never be enough, not with the memory of the taste lingering behind the vision.

'I don't even really want to be friends, either.'

His abrupt announcement makes you grateful your hands are on the counter, knees buckling with the weight and help upright by structural stability of the house alone.

'Oh.'

The word doesn’t sound like it comes from you, but you don’t bother clearing your throat. Really, you think you’d welcome the hold of the floor. At least it would never let you down.

'I want so much more of you than that,’ he clarifies, breath leaving his chest in a desperate, needy sigh.

Your skin starts to tingle as he presses you tightly against him, hands walking up your spine as he grinds his hips against yours. Letting himself get close, he nudges the side of your face with his nose before speaking, opening you to him.

'I want to be able to do this -’ Chanyeol leans down and places a kiss at your neck, tongue stroking the marks his teeth made the night before. 'Whenever I want.' The coolness of his breath against the wet spot he created makes your tremble, and he chuckles at feeling of you quaking in his arms. 'I want to touch you here -’ Abruptly, he slides his hands down your back, both palms cupping your ass with a firm squeeze ' - without you thinking I'm joking.'

Leaning back to make room for his closeness, you finally release your hold on the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your fingers card through the soft hair at the nape, scratching in a mindless pattern that makes him growl within his throat.

'And most of all, I want to taste you when ever I want.'

He captures your lips in a kiss that feels so unlike all the rest he’s given you. Sober and fully in control of your awareness, you cup his cheek, fingers toying with the tip of his ears as he parts your lips easily, running his tongue against yours with skilled prowess. The hot flash of his tongue is brief, removing a hand from your ass to guide your face up and back, moving to suck your bottom lip between his teeth.

Against your stomach, your feel the hardness of his erection begin to form, the solid feel of it sending a wave of desire to your core. Wetness pools between your thighs, and this time you are grateful for the underwear that separates you, letting your desire win over. The heat of your craving gathers in your veins, making your skin feel tight as his hand roams from your ass to the small of your back and down again, possessing what it can and claiming you for his own.

Breaking away to catch your breath, he rests his forehead against yours, feeling yourself recline into him.

'Chanyeol,’ you sigh, feeling slightly dazed and a little light headed.

In your chest, your heart battles against your sternum, sending waves of heat down and down into your core, feeling yourself become soaked, wanting to be full of him.

'You left me so hard this morning.’ He kisses along your cheek, letting his words cascade over your skin. 'I had to feel your wet cunt over my dick without getting to have my fill of you.'

Moving his hand from your cheek once more, he grabs your ass firmly, squeezes the flesh with vigor, rutting against you with a fervor that speaks of his need to be inside you. Over time, you’ve come to learn that Chanyeol is an inherently giving lover, so willing to offer pleasure first, the sense of pride in making you come likely its own form of eroticism, a stroke against his ego as pleasurable as a hand stroking at his cock. But, while he is terribly giving, he can often be impatient, his desire to be buried inside your walls sometimes rushing him past foreplay.

Most days, you do not mind, just as desperate to feel full of him and to sate the empty feeling that always comes with his departure. Today, it is your turn to be greedy, your own ego riding a high at the thought of leaving him wanting.

'All you ever have to do is ask,’ you smile, coquettishly cocking your head to the side. 'You know that.'

Moving your hand from his neck, you glide your thumb along his bottom lip, feeling the plump softness. Keeping his eyes trained on yours, he sucks your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip before releasing it. On instinct, your legs part wider, making room for him and making room for the feel of him.

Dipping to capture lips in another kiss, his hands massage the flesh he holds with deft fingers, squeezing hard enough to lift you up onto the counter. Pulling back, he swallows hard and grips both your thighs, pulling you to the edge and wrapping your legs around his waist.

'Can I fuck you?’ he asks, kissing against your lips as he speaks.

Chuckling, you nip at his bottom lip, a small whine escaping your chest as he thrusts against the thin fabric of your underwear. Beneath his sweats, it’s clear he wears nothing else, the heat of his erection seeping through to your core, creating a wet patch in the shape of the head of his cock.

‘You’ve been fucking me,’ you sigh, voice caught between a laugh and a moan.

‘I want to fuck you,’ he clarifies, leaning down to place his teeth against your bite mark, grazing gently. ‘I want to fuck you and I want it to mean something.’

Pressing your heels against the back of his thighs, you roll your hips against him as best you can as you pull him close, clicking your tongue. ‘Have the last nine months meant nothing to you?’

Abruptly, Chanyeol raises his head and regards you in abject shock, looking stricken.

Blanching, you search his face for a problem. ‘What?’

‘It’s been a year,’ he explains, assertive in his tone.

‘A year?’

He nods. ‘It was a year last month.’

Time swirls around you, catching up to you only to depart once more, the timeline of your love and lust for him blurring together to one long, extended always.

Clutching his neck and pulling him close, you kiss him, hard and demanding. ‘I’ve only been counting the times since we started waking up together.’

He smiles, moving a hand from your leg to rest between your bodies. Slipping his hand beneath the hem of your hoodie and moving it out of the way, he finds the space between your parted thighs and brings his fingers to the clothed barrier of your slit. ‘I’ve been counting it from the first kiss,’ he clarifies, pressing lightly smirking at the wetness he finds.

‘We’ve wasted a whole year,’ you manage, ending on a gasp as he moves your underwear to the side and drags his finger over your cunt.

‘I’m too impatient to waste anymore time.’

Taking your lips once more, he moans into the kiss as he teases your slit with his fingers, moving his tongue against yours in the same rhythm, gliding over your wetness. Curling around him, your hands roam over his chest, his arms, his shoulders, gripping his muscles through his shirt. One hand moves down his sides, making him gasp in oversensitive shock against your mouth, before your grip settles on the waistband of his sweats, tugging at them.

The tips of his fingers against your cunt become insistent, offering teasing, gentle breaches into your wetness, wanting more and all of you.

‘How many fingers do you want?’ he questions, walking his free hand down your back and over to your hip, thumb rubbing circles against the skin.

‘Three,’ you breathe against his lips. ‘It feels best with three.’

‘That’s my girl,’ he smirks, hand moving from your hip and over the soft fold of your stomach, palm settling with a rough grip against your breast. ‘Always so greedy.’

Pushing at his thighs with your heels once more, the movement of your legs makes you aware of the cold marble of the counter, aware that this is the most public you’ve ever been - breaching more boundaries in one day than you ever had before.

‘Shouldn’t we move?’ you ask, gasping as he presses his index and middle finger inside. You clench around him, wishing for more, for something larger, thicker, and deeper.

Feeling the tightness, he smiles, offering shallow thrusts with his hand that slowly increase in speed. His other hand massages your breast idly, thumb pressing against your nipple as he smiles.

‘Don’t want to,’ he mumbles, setting a deep, languid pace with his hand. ‘I’ve needed you since I woke up.’

Moving your hand under the band of his sweats, you scratch along his hip bone, pleased with the way a shiver ripples through his muscles. The memory of his hard length pressing against your ass when you woke up gives you a sense of power, digging your nails deeper into his skin.

‘Poor baby.’

Chanyeol whimpers, pressing deeper into your core and dragging a moan from your chest as he pulls his fingers out, only slightly.

‘Don’t tease,’ he chastises, hands moving from your breast to your back, pulling you closer as your other nipple rises, waiting for attention that will not come. ‘I’m hard enough for you it hurts.’

Sliding your hand forward, you walk your fingers down, tracing the fine hair of his happy trail down to the thick wires of his pubic hair and smirk, proven correct. Beneath his sweats, Chanyeol wears nothing at all.

‘What did you do without me?’

It’s an ambiguous question, vague and almost meandering, but he catches on immediately.

‘I used my hand and thought about your pussy on my tongue.’ The pace of his thrusts increases, curling upwards as your head rolls back, resting on the cabinet with a gentle thud. ‘Didn’t feel nearly as good as the real thing.’

Emboldened by his admission, you reach down and grip his cock firmly at the base, his fingers halting in their ministrations against your walls as he gasps, releasing a keening whine at the strength of your hand. Pumping him, you keep your gaze on his changing expression, watching as his features morph in the wake of pleasure.

‘Like this?’ you whisper, pumping his cock with long, languid strokes. ‘You touched yourself like this?’

Chanyeol leans forward, nodding, pupils dilated and lips parted. Spreading his fingers into a wide V, he stretches you in preparation, matching the pace of your hand against his cock. Like this, you share pleasure together, wetness gathering against his fingers and the blood of his cock racing beneath your palm.

‘Yeah,’ he breathes, sounding strained.

Finally, he grants your requests and he slips his ring finger into your core, pressed against his middle in an effort to maintain the stretch. Satisfaction courses through your veins, the bump and ridge of his knuckles against your walls putting tension in your thighs. Always enamoured with the size of his hands, three of his fingers inside you is a stretch that you relish, a whisper of the fullness you anticipate.

Using your other hand to tug his sweats down, you free his cock, increasing the speed of your pumps. ‘You’ve been a needy boy this morning.’

‘You make me that way,’ he moans, moving his hand up your neck to fist in your hair. He leans down, kissing at your jaw, down to your neck, sucking on the tendon he finds, mouth and tongue needy. The overwhelming sensation of being handled by him has your free hand gripping the small curve of his ass in pleasure.

‘I can’t take it,’ he announces, releasing your neck and tugging your hair back, demanding your attention. ‘Are you ready for me?’

Focusing on the intense expression he gives you, it hits you that your orgasm lingers not far off in the distance. With three of his fingers working at your walls, the slickness of you gathering at his hand evidenced by the wet noises that fill the air, you suddenly realize your are gasping for breath, flushed and hot and tense, thighs and back aching for a release.

Nodding, you close your eyes, releasing your focus on power and letting yourself be consumed by the sensation of being owned by him. Your wetness drips over his fingers, smeared onto your thighs and onto the counter, drenched for him the same way your body tightens for him, brought to the edge of desire by his touch alone.

Chanyeol pulls out his fingers, pulling from you a keening whine of emptiness, your muscles protesting the loss. His hand joins yours on his cock, twining your fingers together as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. It’s such a romantic expression of ardor, one that softens you more than you would have expected to feel, realizing now that Chanyeol is far more romantic than you might have ever given him credit for.

But he breaks this expression of soft, gentle romance easily, placing your hand on his hip while he pushes you forward, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance.

‘Need to be inside you,’ he mumbles, impatient.

Even when drunk, Chanyeol had adopted a habit of pausing at your core, letting your wetness smear over the tip as he grazes your slit. It could, you imagined, be a method of teasing you into submission, but always his eyes bore into yours, waiting for your approval. Now, totally sober and in control of himself, aware that you, too, are fully in control of your choices, he pauses, this time with far more hesitation than you’ve ever seen.

In this moment, flush creeping up his neck and into his ears, cock straining to be buried inside you, he pauses, waiting for your answer and giving you the opportunity to retreat. In this moment, for the first time, Chanyeol looks as though your answer weighs his happiness, appearing vulnerable behind the bravado of being so cocksure.

Reaching up, you brush the hair out of his face, glad that these touches get to belong to you, and nod, angling your hips to spread your legs wider, urging him inside.

With a low moan, Chanyeol thrusts into you, pushing through your walls and burying himself to the hilt. Your hands grip at his shoulder blades, a hiss of pleasure escaping through your teeth as you feel yourself stretch to accommodate his large girth. Chanyeol stills inside you, giving both of you a moment to adjust to the sensation of feeling one another, sober and without distractions.

The difference in sensation is difficult to rationalize, nerves and synapses entirely overwhelmed by how intense the feel of him inside you actually is. Without the alcohol to dull your awareness, Chanyeol feels so much more tactile and heavy, your walls stretched around him in a way that feels complete. You clench around him and he shivers, moving both hands to your hips, keeping you still as his head falls to your shoulder.

‘Don’t do that,’ he moans into your skin, words garbled from pleasure. Unable to help yourself, you do it again. Chanyeol squeezes your hips, offering a shallow thrust into your core. ‘Please,’ he begs. ‘If you keep doing that I’ll come faster than I want to. You’re so fucking tight, I can’t really take it.’

You let one of your hands find the hair at his neck once more, stroking idly in comfort while he moves in small, messy thrusts, getting used to the feel of you both without a condom and while sober. Stretched full of him now, your orgasm looms, a promise you can almost kiss without really feeling, but you don’t rush him to move, aware that he feels completely different - harder, longer, and deeper than you have ever experienced before.

Eventually, he pulls out to the tip and sets a hard rhythm, pressing the full length of his cock into you with each thrust. The pace he sets is not unusual, but the tenderness with which he ends his thrusts, almost slowing to ensure you feel every inch of his length and that he feels every aspect of your walls is tender, sweeter than he usually is. Last night, he was unforgiving in the way he snapped his hips against yours, both of your relishing the pain that came with your hips meeting and the stretch of your lips to accommodate him.

Now, he is almost careful with you, his hands pushing your hips to meet his every thrust while he kisses at your ear, tender and gentle, whispering praises of how good you feel.

‘You’re pretty,’ he whispers. ‘You’re so pretty like this, wrapped around me and completely mine.’

It's the first time he's allowed himself to be so possessive, using words that stake claim and allowing himself to be needy. You're not sure how long you've felt like his, perhaps always, but now you are glad to relish the title, aware that it is your rightful home, and your rest a hand on his cheek, titling his face towards your to kiss him.

The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, but you smile against one another, Chanyeol fucking into you with an urgency that makes the muscles in your back and stomach coil, tense to your core as your body learns to take him deeper.

'Chanyeol.' You sigh his name against his lips, a whine following quickly after as he hits the spot inside you no one has ever reached, not even him. You hold onto him tightly, feeling the tightness of pleasure overtake your limbs, nails starching into his skin, tense.

'That's my girl,' he says, speeding up his thrusts.

Chanyeol moves a hand from your hip, working it between your bodies to swirl his fingers against your clit. On contact you moan, hand coming away from his shoulder to grip the handle of the cabinet as you roll up against him, needing more. You're not ashamed of how loud you are, forgetting there are others in this house - that you're even on holiday with someone other than Chanyeol, your high pitched whines unleashed with every hard press against your clit.

With his finger on your clit, your walls clench involuntarily, your orgasm approaching with a swiftness that startles you.

'Fuck, baby,' Chanyeol whines, his thrusts losing their sharp, even edge and becoming messy. 'Baby, you're doing it again - fuck, oh fuck.'

Chanyeol's attention your clit stutters, hand on your hip tightening as his head rests once more on your shoulder. You smile through your pleasure, eyes trained up at the ceiling in awe of how raw and full and warm he is. His boyish moans only lure your orgasm closer.

Still, you continue to clench around him, the swirl of his fingers driving you closer.

'Fuck,' he announces, fucking into you harder. ‘I’m gonna come.’

‘Yeah?’ you breathe, surprised by how quickly his own end approaches.

When drunk, it is not that he lasts for an explicitly long period of time, merely that he takes his time - foreplay takes time, his thrusts take time even if they are hard and fast and long. Now, he trembles against you, skin hot and neck damp as he lets himself get overwhelmed, straining to keep his pace. His arms shake, hand at your hip clutching to you as though your flesh and bone root him to the earth, but you are glad for this hold, pressed into the counter and held in place.

You, too, feel yourself become dizzy, dazed and overwhelmed by the stimulation of him. His natural scent mixing with the cologne already lingering on his shirt, the heat of the hoodie, the sound of his breath as he moans through his thrusts - louder than you ever remember him being - is enough to set the burn in your heart and chest to your core, your own legs shaking, a hard press to your clit rolling you up into him once more.

‘Come inside me,' you mutter, breathless and urgent.

Chanyeol's head rolls against you, his hips slowing in an attempt to slow his thrusts, but you clench around him, shuddering as a swirl over clit makes you quake, and he chokes, thrusting hard and deep, right against your spot.

‘Are you sure?’ he whines, kissing at your neck in desperation.

Taking your hand from the cabinet, you clutch at his shoulders, nodding. Realizing he cannot see you, you suck an inhale through your teeth, the muscles at the base of your spine building a pressure that sends your hips into his, messy and uncoordinated, pushing yourself to an end, even if it is not unified.

‘Just come,’ you affirm, scratching your nails down his back. He whispers a small, almost missed fuck into your neck, and you smirk, clenching around him in encouragement. ‘Come in me, I’m so close.’

He whines, hand at your clit stilling while still lingering, a teasing pressure that keeps you needy and on edge. Something about this barely there touch sends fractured and splintered waves of your oncoming orgasm down through your back and stomach, a ripple of an oncoming storm that has you quaking in his arms, feeling violent and wild.

'Come with me?' he tries, the words choked and garbled.

It’s the romance of it that does you in, you think. So many times over the last year, it seems, you’ve had Chanyeol and the hard edge of his eroticism, the teasing and possessive way he licks a full line of your slit before he presses his tongue inside; the way he leaves bite marks on your breasts, hand prints on your ass, marking you in all the places that say someone has been there before and will be again. Now, he asks for your heart, seeking a climax that is shared, kissing your hands and kissing your soul, entwining you together and staking a claim that says someone is here and always will be.

So it's the romance, seeing him so devoted to you and your needs, to your heart and your body, that makes you hold onto him a little tighter, legs widening to take him even deeper, all the way into your soul. It's the romance that has you nodding against him, gasping for breath beneath the heat of the hoodie, his touch, and in the wake of his thrusts, your orgasm burning beneath your skin, ready to shatter your bones.

Against your neck, he smiles. 'There it is,' he whispers, but you're too far gone to ask. 'I can feel you. This is my favourite, every time.'

Chanyeol presses his fingers against your clit once more, the shift from the teasing, cloying grazes you'd been feeling to the rough swirl of a circle sending your orgasm through your nerves. The world around you breaks, black and white and full of colours, the shapes of the world blurring behind your tears and into nothing as you squeeze your eyes shut. Your hands fist in his shirt, clutching to him as though afraid of disappearing altogether, the bliss and ecstasy of feeling all of him at once breaking over you in a wave that leaves your lips parted, his name spilling from your lips in a whispered, almost silent, scream.

His name spills from your lips at the same time he spills inside you, the sound of his orgasm reverberating into your skin. On him, your name is a shout of euphoria, almost victorious in the way he declares it, a tattoo of ownership against your neck. His warmth fills you, the heat of his come warm and almost unfamiliar, a sober experience that feels strange yet paradoxically so right.

Chanyeol slides his hands from your hips to your back, tips of his fingers rubbing circles at the base of your spine, something about this touch so overstimulating that you shake in his arms, drawing him closer and breathing him deep.

‘Mine,’ he mumbles, sounding so small and so shy. ‘Please be mine.’

It's hard to imagine how he would believe you belonged to anyone else, could ever want to after feeling all of him, right down to his soul. But Chanyeol has always been shy and insecure, the tremors of his bravado simply a mask that hides his nervous smile.

Your arm feels heavy as you lift it to his hair, carding your fingers through the strands and stroking him, soothing him. ‘Yours,' you agree, turning your head to kiss at his ear. Chanyeol rumbles happily against you, the heaviness of his limbs comforting. 'Only yours.’

‘Literally, what the fuck?’

Minseok's yell startles you both, Chanyeol flailing as he pulls back and thus pulls out of you, your eyes squeezing shut from the stimulation of it. He pulls you to the floor, hidden from view behind the kitchen island, covering your mouths to keep from laughing.

'This is...,' comes Jae's voice, drifting away in shock. ‘You’re both disgusting!’

Chanyeol's come begins to drip between your legs and you grimace, aware that the mess has spread elsewhere. Still, you don't really find it in you to be guilty.

‘You’re cleaning all of - whatever the fuck - on your own. I’m not coming in there,' Minseok declares resolutely, the sound of their footsteps drifting as they run, rather angrily, up the stairs and to their room where they close the door with a slam.

Moving his hands from your mouths you both erupt into laughter, Chanyeol collapsed on top of you as he howls. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you nudge him, rolling him off you as you reach up for a dish towel.

‘The good thing about sex on the floor,’ Chanyeol begins, watching you wipe his come off your thighs and the floor, ‘is that if it’s with the right person you don’t realize it’s the floor.’

Cleaned, your fist the towel into a ball and put it beside you, making a mental note to add that to the laundry. Turning to face him, you smile. ‘Want to find out if that’s true?’

#chanyeol smut #chanyeol x reader #exosnet #kpopwonderlandtag #exo smut #chanyeol fluff #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol fanfiction #chanyeol au #exo fluff #exo au #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #park chanyeol #chanvember 2019!

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yoonqiful · 4 years

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so let me love you

#ultkpop #armysource #networkbangtan #bangtanarmynet #95line.net #thekpopnetwork #kpopwonderlandtag #mgroupsedit #bts gif #bangtan #mgifs #m:bts #pjm #jimin #testing new settings #hmmm

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jins-kiss · 4 years

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and we love YOU so much

#bangtanarmynet #ggukienet #kpopwonderlandtag #mknlinenet #networkbangtan #thebtstown #yoonkooknetwork #jungkook #g:jk #gifs #mygifs

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taestfully · 4 years

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BTS as best friends

Request: BTS as types of best friends pls? 🖤

Seokjin

• the best friend that’s always up for a good time/the hyperactive friend

• you two go on a lot of fun adventures together

• Jin is always up to party

• you could call him up at any time of day to go do something and he’ll always reply with a yes

• he’s so much fun to be around

• he makes you laugh a lot

• if you’re more of a quiet person, he will bring you out of your shell

• you two are so annoying together because you’re always having too much fun

Yoongi

• the chill best friend

• is up for a quiet evening of being couch potatoes and watching movies together

• but will still end up in random situations with you much to his annoyance (but he low key still enjoys it because he’s with you)

• Yoongi is a nice, comforting presence to have around

• will fall asleep on you a lot but will still somehow be able to keep with conversations

• like he’s dead asleep and still talking to you wtf

• he’s the type of friend that’ll lend an earbud to you so you can both listen to music together

• will listen to all your bullshit intently though he doesn’t always add his two cents

Hoseok

• the best friend that always hypes you up/the encouraging friend

• he’s going to be your biggest fan

• Hobi loves to know that you feel good about yourself

• he’ll hype you up whenever you decide to do something new

• but will also hype you up when you make bad decisions like getting too drunk at a party lol

• he’s always up for whatever

• will be there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on

• will low key high key want to throw hands with anyone that is negative towards you

Namjoon

• the best friend you have a deep connection with

• Namjoon is up for 3am talks about anything and everything

• you two are the type of besties that know each other so well that you can read each other’s minds

• you like to think he is your platonic soulmate (yes those do exist)

• you’re so comfortable around him

• will listen to what you have to say even if it’s the most wack thing he’s ever heard

• he’s your voice of reason when you need advice

• you feel incredibly lucky to have him as your best friend

Jimin

• the best friend you’ve known forever/the childhood friend

• you’re joined at the hip

• where one is there’s the other

• you can’t imagine doing life without Jimin

• he’s a part of your every day life

• he goes with you to the grocery store or literally anywhere

• you two are always laughing

• you’ve got a lot of inside jokes from all the years of friendship and everyone else is so confused

Taehyung

• the low maintenance best friend

• Taehyung is the friend that you consider to be your best friend but you two aren’t always together

• and you don’t always talk all the time

• you two go in waves

• sometimes you’re always together and texting all the time

• and sometimes you’ll go days or even weeks without talking or seeing each other

• but that’s okay because your friendship doesn’t require constant validation

• you two will always be close no matter what

Jungkook

• the best friend that always gets mistaken as your significant other

• people that don’t know you always assume you’re dating

• it used to be so awkward for the two of you but it happens so often you’re used to it now

• but can you really blame people that assume you’re dating when the two of you are always touching??

• skinship is a thing with the two of you

• it’s completely platonic but others don’t know that

• they see you hugging on Jungkook and think oh you’re a couple ahshhsjs

• you two are just friends but are so done with being called a couple that you don’t even try to fight it anymore

#bts #bts headcanons #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts reactions #kpopwonderlandtag #btscreatorsnet #bts scenarios #bts army #army #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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pinkbam · 4 years

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bambam ♡ thursday ♡ 191122

#got7 #ultkpop #thekpopnetwork #kpopwonderlandtag #mgroupsedit #boydolnet #boyidoledits #mine #bambam #*bammie #*gif

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jeonsdear · 5 years

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he be munching but i want to munch him

#btsprotectnet #armiesnet #bangtanarmynet #kpopwonderlandtag #edits #gifs #mine #bts edits #bts gifs #jimin edits #jimin gifs #park jimin #bangtan #bts

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1kook · 5 years

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late fee

jeon jeongguk x (f) reader

summary: “Captain Underpants isn’t glorified by all the tryhards, so when I pick those books, you’re unknowingly more interested in me.” tags: f2l, flirty kook, jk’s obsession w/captain underpants, he’s a fuckboy but he’s a soft fuckboy dont get it twisted, campus boy crush jk(yes again), jk abuses the FuCK out of pet names, miss koo1aid actually writes some PLOT warnings: much flirting, nsfw bc of a lot of heavy petting, pussy eatin’, a lil dirty talk, very s l i g h t coochie sniffing, BUT!!! protected sex :) wc: 10.3k

i wrote another fic (applause) and the entire thing is based off my belief that jungkook 10000% would enjoy captain underpants books. not proofread bc i am a hermit and speak to exactly 0 ppl on here, que dios los bendiga

“Helloooo, sexy librarian,” Jeongguk says the moment he steps through the door, lopsided grin adorning his features as he swaggers over to obnoxiously lean against your desk. You can’t even pretend you didn’t see him, his presence so blaringly consuming, and evident in the way some dorky high schoolers glance over to gawk at him.

“What book are you checking out today, Jeon?” You muse instead, leaving your desk chair to head over to the stack of new books that needed to be stamped. As you turn, Jeongguk whistles at the sight, and you don’t even have it in you anymore to retort back the same way you would when he first started bugging you. “Also, are you aware that your copy of Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants is due tomorrow? It’s a dollar for every day it’s late—”

“You needn’t worry longer, baby,” Jeongguk interrupts, and the loud smack of a hardcover against the desk catches your attention. There lies Jeongguk’s Captain Underpants book, alongside the paperback copy of Beloved that has definitely seen better days.

You furrow your brows. “When did you check out this one?” You question, checking the spine to make sure the book belongs to your library. Much to your surprise, there’s no barcode on the side, and no stamp on the inside.

Your question goes unanswered as Jeongguk jumps into a full-length novella recapture of the hot frat party he’d been to last weekend, and how the Zeta Theta Psi guys knew how to party. That Jimin fellow that Jeongguk frequently mentions had apparently snorted a line of coke off their friend Seokjin’s broad shoulders just to prove his friend had godly proportions. It’s weird, but Jeongguk says it’s because you have to ride for your bros. You try to act uninterested, but Jeongguk’s a funny guy, really, and you can only hide so many chuckles with the sound of a stamp.

He’s in the middle of trying to cover up of one of his frequent trysts after accidentally exposing himself—”Don’t get it twisted, baby, I just took her upstairs to call her friend.”—when Namjoon comes out of the back room looking for you. He barely glances at your guest, before handing you a list of overdue books.

“Would you mind calling these people?” He asks, voice soft, just as everything else was about Namjoon. “They’re all a week past.”

“Yikes,” you say, eyes scanning over the list. Surprisingly, Jeongguk is still there, hovering over you as if waiting for you to dismiss him. “Do you mind, Jeon?” You say, channeling your best customer service voice. As much as Namjoon was wary of him, he still considered Jeongguk a patron in your establishment and hated to see him treated poorly, no matter how many library rules Jeongguk broke.

“Of course,” he sighs, and you miss the hostile glare he throws Namjoon when you whirl around for a highlighter. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart,” he says when you turn back around, stretching ana rm in your direction.

Half of you knows exactly what he’ll do, but the other half of you, the one trying desperately to act like his advances have no effect on you, have you placing your palm in his. You’re not super surprised when he tugs your hand upward, pecking your knuckles with a flirty wink. “Adios, Juliet,” he smirks.

“Wrong language,” you inform him, rolling your eyes nonchalantly even though your heart is beating one hundred miles per second. Jeongguk cackles, loud as all hell in the silent library, before making his exit.

It’s silent for all of twenty seconds before Namjoon jumps right into it. “So are you seeing him, or…” he interrogates, trying to act like he’s hardly interested, but you’ve known and worked alongside Namjoon long enough to know he’s secretly the community gossip.

You ignore him, choosing to jam the buttons on the phone instead.

The weird thing about Jeongguk, was that, although he was notoriously known amongst the undergraduates (and even some graduates, because he just had it like that, you suppose) as one of the biggest fuckboys, he was different. Not to sound like every teen romcom you’d ever scanned, but he genuinely was. For starters, he’d fuck your brains out and then make you his best friend the morning after. He definitely had a very peculiar, and backwards, way of doing the whole one night stand thing.

All this you’ve gathered from your friends, who, at one point have had some sort of encounter with Jeongguk. Dahyun’s was last spring at a club event, when he’d oh so smoothly flirted with her for a solid hour before realizing she didn’t swing that way. Which is how they become close friends, which is how, by association, Jeongguk set his sights on you.

Your introduction to Jeongguk wasn’t anything out of the ordinary; he’d been tagging along behind Dahyun like a lost puppy, begging her for some class notes, and had subsequently followed her all the way to your favorite meeting place. From then, he’d dropped his petulant, childish act and put on his macho face, chest puffed and eyes hooded as he devoured your very presence.

The next time you see him, it’s at a frat party where some guy had been harping on you go upstairs with him. Another weird thing about Jeongguk, he hated when other fuckboys didn’t utilize their brains. You assume it’s because it gives the fuckboy community a bad rep as a whole, but Jeongguk hated when guys were overbearing. So he’d taken the initiative to snatch you away from that fellow, guiding you all the way back to Dahyun and friends just to make sure you were alright. Somewhere along the way, you’d informed him you worked at the local library—”The one that does bingo on Tuesdays?” “That’s for senior citizens only, why do you know that?”—and he’d never left you alone again.

This time, he spots you in the dining hall.

“You come here often, dollface?” He says the moment he slides up beside you, instantly zeroing in on the burrito wrap on your plate. Like the little immature baby he is, his hand immediately snakes out to touch the precariously wrapped white tortilla holding the deliciousness inside, and you have to physically slap the offender away. He jumps, bumping into a girl standing in line behind him, not that particularly cares. “So, it’s fuck Jeongguk hours, huh?” He huffs, adorning his face with that uppity glare he mastered from watching Mean Girls on repeat a few months ago.

“Your plate is stacked, but you wanna grab the one thing on mine,” you point out, and his lips curl into a smile at your response. “By the way, your book is past due.”

At this he gasps, all real, no Regina George effects added. “You’re lying,” he chokes, switching his plate to his other hand, and you nearly jump when the muffin balancing dangerously on top shifts. He tugs his phone out of the pocket of his sweats, scanning through his remind app until he sees that his book is overdue by three days. He groans, staring at the ceiling in shame.

You nod, breezing over his inner meltdown. “Was wondering when we were gonna get the wedgie winner, or whatever its called, back.”

He scoffs, giving you an unimpressed glare. “Wrath of the Wicked Wedgie Woman,” he corrects, looking so disappointed that you don’t have these bizarre titles memorized. “For such a pretty librarian, you sure are ignorant to these literary masterpieces.”

This makes you cackle, and your cheeks flush when at least three people turn to stare at your outburst. “You aren’t seriously calling these Captain Underpants books masterpieces,” you snort. Jeongguk shrugs, and you begin to wonder if he really is as airheaded as the characters he admires. “Jeon,” you try to reason, giving him a pleading look, because arguing the credibility of kids novels in line for lunch simply does not seem real. You must have been warped into another dimension where all pretty boys are as dumb as the movies make them out to seem.

“Listen,” he says, smiling when you grow desperate for him to prove you wrong. “I’ve read a lot of good books, but nothing tops a hypnotized superhero principal fighting crime in his underwear.”

You sigh, paying for your meal, and then, surprisingly, waiting for him to pay for his. You tell yourself it’s because you want to finish this conversation, but part of you just genuinely enjoys being in Jeongguk’s presence. Gag.

“I saw you with Beloved last week,” you carry on the second he’s done giving flirty eyes to the middle-aged cashier. “Now that’s a masterpiece.”

He nods in agreement. “But, baby,” he purrs, and the sudden switch from weird, 12 year-old literary enthusiast to grown as hell, suave bastard has you jolting a step that you try to play off by pretending to look at something on the ground. “How else will you remember my face?”

You blank. “What the hell are you talking about.”

Jeongguk gives you a pointed look. “Sweetheart, you wouldn’t remember a damn thing about me if I did what every other stuck-up bastard did trying to pick up chicks at the library.” You tilt your head in confusion. Jeongguk sighs. “If I went in every rainy Friday and checked out a Tale of Two Cities, or Oliver Twist, or some other Charles Dickens shit, you wouldn’t glance my way.”

“Do people still read Dickens?” You say instead, glossing over the fact that apparently Jeongguk’s visits were apparently blatant attempts to flirt with girls. Finally, you find a suitable spot at a long, dinner table so you don’t have to sit completely alone with Jeongguk.

“You know damn well better than I do that that those wannabe sophisticated books have waitlists.” He shoves half a pizza slice into his mouth, and you hate how your eyes immediately laser in on the strong movements of his jaw. “My point is,” he says through a greasy mouthful. “Captain Underpants isn’t glorified by all the tryhards, so when I pick those books, you’re unknowingly more interested in me.”

You cradle your burrito in your palms, rolling his words around your head for a bit. Jeongguk doesn’t particularly seem like he’s awaiting an answer, munching through the mountain of food on his plate as you revel in your thoughts.

It’s right when you go to take your first bite that you finally come to a conclusion. “But have you ever considered I’m interested in you because I think you’re funny?”

Silence. Jeongguk stares at you through his fringe, pizza slice slowly going limp in his hold as he absorbs your words. Before you know it, his ears flush red. He splutters. “I-You think I’m funny?” He asks, cheeks slowly growing rosy as well, and his lips quirk in a cute way to the side, as if he’s trying desperately to hide his excitement.

You nod, because it’s true, why would you lie? “Duh. You come in every week and just talk about your day, Jeongguk,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “I think you’re very interesting and entertaining without trying.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, and for the first time, you’re thrown off by how adorable this man looks, lips pressed tight to contain a smile from your compliments.

Realization hits you all at once, but you’ve long since trained in the fluid art of avoiding your emotions.

“There’s a party tonight,” Dahyun announces from her desk, not even bothering to glance at you when you return from the showers. You hum, not really that interested in whatever is going on this fine Thursday evening. You plop down at your own desk, starting your skincare routine.

Dahyun lets you relax in the soothing motions of self care for all of three seconds before she adds, “Jeongguk wanted to know if you’re coming.”

You press down too hard on the pump of your moisturizer, sending a large glomp onto the tips of your fingers. “That’s nice,” you say, trying to play it off, but you doubt Dahyun hadn’t heard the little spaz you had, or that she couldn’t sense the way your body immediately lit aflame at the mention of him and you in the same sentence.

She turns in her seat, and you catch sight of her in your mirror. You avert your eyes right away, because Dahyun had many talents, and her best one was reading your mind with a single gaze. You maintain an aura of unbothered and uninterested, finishing with the rest of your skincare.

Just when you think you’re safe, Dahyun pounces.

“Y’know,” she says, and you can hear the grin in her voice. “He hasn’t slept with anyone in almost a month. In fuckboy time, that’s the equivalent of two years.”

You roll your eyes, putting away your products before trying to busy yourself with anything else. “He probably has, but with people who know how to keep their mouths shut.”

Faintly, you hear Dahyun’s chair scrape against the carpet, and then suddenly she has you in a headlock. “Admit you like Jeongguk or I will throw your toothbrush into the toilet on the third floor.”

You choke, grappling her arms in an attempt to pry her off. “No,” you huff, switching tactics to tangle a hand in her silver locks. “Why would I confess to something that isn’t true?”

She shrieks when you give a sharp tug, sending her careening sideways against the foot of your bed, but not without taking you with her. “You are lying to yourself and to the entire librarian community, you sick fuck.”

You snort. “The fuck does Namjoon have to do with this?”

“He told me Jeongguk’s been bringing you Starbucks.”

Her reveal has you halting in your tracks, cheeks flushing at being exposed. “That gossiping fuck,” you seethe, finally loosening your grip on your friend. Somehow, you’ve ended up sprawled on the floor of her side of the room, nestled into the stupidly fluffy carpet she thrifted. She rolls onto her belly, propping herself up on her elbows to narrow her eyes at you.

“So it’s true,” she sighs. You shrug. “Well,” she claps her hands together. “Shimmy into that sexy dress from Windsor, we’re going out.”

You groan, rolling over in metaphorical agony. “Dude, I just washed my face. No way in hell, I’m putting on makeup now.” She considers your point for negative three seconds.

“The Glow Kit is in my bottom left drawer,” she announces right as she exits the room with her towel and shower essentials in hand.

The Glow Kit is in fact in Dahyun’s drawer, which is a little suspicious considering it’s the same one you thought you lost three months ago. Nonetheless, it never lets you down, and by the time you’re done with your makeup, you’re looking like a shimmering, little succubus in the hot dress from Windsor.

Normally, you and your self-esteem were rivals; never on the same page, always bickering, sworn enemies from birth. But right now, as you admire yourself in the closet mirror, you can’t help but marvel at how good you look in the slightly loose dress.

“Damn,” Dahyun says as soon as she returns, all fluffy in her towel. “You will fuck tonight, or else.”

“Hey, baby,” Jeongguk smiles at you the moment you walk in, hooded eyes raking over your body in an agonizingly slow manner. Dahyun chooses then to do her party trick—disappearing without a word.

“Hi…” you respond, voice meek in this party setting. There’s more people than you anticipated, which is weird because it’s a Thursday and surely some of these people have morning classes. You can’t comment, though, because you’re here knowing damn well you have an eight am tomorrow.

The music is blasting, so loud you can feel the bass shaking the floor, sending jolts up from your toes to your head with every beat. There’s people in every crevice of this household, some even taking refuge on the staircase leading up to the bedrooms. Someone brushes by you, and you instinctively step closer to the wall to avoid being in the way. You should have known Jeongguk would follow.

He ducks down to shout into your ear. “Wasn’t sure if you were coming tonight,” he tells you, right as one of his friends rushes by, thrusting a cup into his hand that Jeongguk doesn’t even stop to question. He takes a sip, then offers you some.

“Dahyun didn’t wanna come alone,” you lie, tentatively sipping from his cup only to realize it’s worse than any alcohol here: it’s Sprite. Jeongguk seems amused by your subtle disgust, immediately taking the cup back. You send out a light prayer for his stomach and his skin. “Aren’t you supposed to be out pulling hoes or something?” You say, trying to go for teasing and playful but missing by a mile.

Jeongguk grins. “Why would I do that when the only girl I want is right here,” he motions, and then does that cliche move where he places a hand by the wall behind you. The worst thing is, even though Jeongguk seems intent on pulling every cheesy act known to mankind, your heart actually races.

“Shut up,” you laugh, “you just like that I don’t charge you the late fees on your books.”

At this, Jeongguk genuinely smiles, nose scrunching up as he gazes at you. “False,” he argues, and then leans forward, same stupid dopey smile on his face. “I love a woman who snorts milk out of her nose.”

“Jeon!” You shriek, smacking his arm as embarrassment washes over you. “You said you would forget about that!”

Jeongguk cackles, all boyish and rough like he does when he’s around Hoseok for too long. Somehow, knowing you’re the cause of that charming laughter has your annoyance fading away, a soft smile crawling onto your features.

“I hate you,” you say instead, looking up and meeting his gaze dead on for the first time that night.

Jeongguk smirks. “Do you now?” He throws back, then takes a step forward. Your shoulder touches the wall when you take a tentative step back. You give a half-assed shrug, entranced by the playfulness that lurks behind his eyes. He gives you an exaggerated pout. “That sucks, because I,” he steps closer again, and this time he’s looking down at you over the bridge of his nose, “really like you.”

“I…” you trail off, too hypnotized by the pink tongue that swipes across his lips as he gazes at you. There is no hesitation on his face.

When you don’t say anything for another moment, Jeongguk ducks down. His nose bumps against yours, his breath warm as it fans across your face. “Y’know, I’d treat you so right,” he suddenly says, and your panties immediately turn into Niagara Falls at the newfound deepness of his voice. You feel lightheaded from his close proximity and promising words. “Could make you feel so good, baby, if you just let me.”

You shiver, nearly jumping out of your skin when a hand snakes its way around your waist, tugging you forward gently. Not overbearingly, because you know the last thing Jeongguk would ever do was want to make you uncomfortable. He pulls you close enough that it ends up being you who steps completely into his embrace. Your trembling hands find their place on his shoulders, and Jeongguk has never looked more content.

“You... only want sex,” you softly accuse, and the only reason your quiet voice doesn’t get lost in the noise is because of how close the two of you are.

Jeongguk bites his lip at your words, and you wonder if part of him is surprised that you’d so openly say such a thing. “Not with you,” he says eventually. “Wanna hold you like this forever, ___. And if that leads to you cumming on my tongue every now and then, well,” he smiles, “all fine by me.”

“Jeon,” you scold, scared that someone might have heard him.

“What?” He grins, pressing impossibly closer. His lip gives the slightest pucker, and you find yourself unconsciously leaning closer, the hand around your waist tightening. “I want you, baby.”

You can’t hide the lovestruck expression on your face as you look between his mouth and his eyes, and you wonder if he’s being honest.

Right as you’re about to throw all your doubts out the window and kiss him, you’re bombarded with the sound of obnoxious air horns from a DJ who obviously knows shit about, well, DJ-ing.

You jump at the sudden sound, bumping your head against the wall behind you. Jeongguk’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, are you okay?” He fusses, all traces of that suave, heartthrob replaced with a fretful Jeon.

“I’m fine,” you say, though you’re not because you’re absolutely dying right now. From the fact you almost gave into Jeongguk but also the embarrassment of hitting your head. “I-I need to find Dahyun,” you announce, and give Jeongguk no time to process that before you’re bolting into the crowded house like you just broke something.

jeon tell me you got home safe jeon please

You pause in the middle of removing your makeup, one eyelash on to symbolize the mess you are right now. Dahyun is humming some tune as she does the same, the both of you clad in your pajamas and fuzzy socks. Carefully, you pick up your phone.

you im home! me and the girls ubered home lol you sorry i didnt get to say goodbye :(

jeon dont worry abt it babe jeon just happy to know ur ok

“You better be texting Jeongguk, since you failed to complete the one job you had tonight,” Dahyun calls and you curse. You whirl around to face her, and she snorts at your one eyelash.

“Be honest,” you say. “If you were the campus crush who could get coochie every time he breathed, would you leave all that for me?”

Dahyun freezes. “Well, not when you’re only wearing one eyelash.” You groan, flopping into your seat uncomfortably. “Babe,” Dahyun sighs, as if sensing the gravity of your dilemma. “You’re hot! Everyone knows this except you.”

“But am I?” You whine. “Am I attractive or do you just feel obligated to say that because you’re my friend, be honest.”

“Oh my god,” she huffs, climbing into her bed, phone in hand. She doesn’t even bother looking your way when she’s all settled in. “You have this weird idea that Jeongguk is some intangible idol, as if you haven’t seen the dude deepthroat an entire bratwurst at the diversity fair. If anything, you’re the dream girl on campus, you stupid bitch.”

“The only true thing I heard is me being a stupid bitch,” you mope, and Dahyun throws a pillow at your face. You take this attack as initiative to finally take off your other lash, finishing your cleansing and moisturizing (for the second time) routine.

“Listen,” she says, setting her phone down to stare you dead in the eye. Her voice is devoid of any emotion. “If it makes you feel better, he wrote JK + __ on our group handout last week.”

You don’t sleep that night.

The last person you’re expecting to see at this secluded cafe on a Saturday morning was Jeon Jeongguk, yet here he was in all his delicious morning glory. By morning glory, you mean the soft, sleepy eyes that stare at you from across the table, voice so deep and husky.

“Why are you here if you just woke up?” You interrogate, settling into the empty seat in front of him. Carefully, you begin pulling things out of your bag, trying your best to not look away too long. This sight was rare, Jeongguk usually being at an energy level of about eighty seven at all times. To see him so tired and sluggish was unheard of.

He gestures over to where Taehyung is in the middle of what looks like a job interview. “Moral support,” Jeongguk informs you. You nod in understanding, before returning your gaze to the sleepy angel in front of you.

He’s ridiculously tired, eyes dropping shut every time you so much as pause for a second. He seems apologetic too, murmuring I’m sorry I’m sorry whenever his eyes flutter shut. Your heart was going haywire at the sight. “Jeon,” you say softly, and get one, soft hum in response. “I think you should go home, Taehyung seems fine.”

He shakes his head. “Needs me,” he murmurs, trying desperately to snap his eyes back open to no avail. Eventually, you make the call, packing your things up way earlier than usual. You haul Jeongguk out of his seat, him sleepily trailing after you as you drag him out of the shop. He sleeps on the short bus ride back to campus, and even almost sleeps on the elevator up to his dorm.

“In we go,” you announce, unlocking his door before nudging him inside. His roommate is nowhere to be found, oddly enough given the early hour. Jeongguk stumbles inside, plopping down on his bed right away. “Sleep.”

He lets out a high pitched whine the moment you turn to leave. “Come cuddle,” he huffs, face pressed against his pillow. His hair’s haloed around him, pout smushed against the cushion as he stares at you.

“You need to sleep,” you point out.

He rolls onto his back, patting the mattress beside him. “Wanna feel you,” he says. Your cheeks flush red. As if realizing the meaning behind his words, sleepy little Jeongguk takes the initiative to push you further. “Pressed against my body,” he drawls, his deep chuckle resonating throughout your body. “C’mon, baby, too scared to be in bed with me?”

You scoff, though your cheeks are warm. “You wouldn’t do anything anyway, you’re half asleep.”

Jeongguk shrugs, lips quirking to the side as he motions to his side again. “So? Can tell you like it slow anyway,” he grunts, before sitting up and shuffling to the edge of the bed and assuming a sitting position. Without warning, he catches your wrist in his hand and tugs you between his spread thighs.

He’s more awake than he’s been all morning, and part of you is happy but the other is anxious. God, was this boy dangerous.

“You’re half asleep, Jeon,” you say, trying to diffuse the sudden sexual tension. Jeongguk smiles up at you.

“Cmon, baby,” he exhales, and one fluid tug has you plopping onto his thigh. You startle at the sudden change, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. All he does is laugh some more, nuzzling his face against your neck as your heart goes into panic mode. “Bet I could get in so deep,” he murmurs, breath tickling your neck and you feel your legs turn to jelly.

“G-Gguk,” you try to warn, but it ends up sounding more like a plea. For what, you’re not entirely sure.

A sudden kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder has your spirit ascending into another plane. Jeongguk smiles at your pliant body. “Look at you,” he continues, kissing down your neck until your body is physically quivering. “So sensitive. No one ever touched you like this before, doll?”

You shake your head no, and nearly jump out of your own skin when a hand clasps onto the inside of your thigh. “Jeon, we shouldn’t…” you choke out, even though your traitorous hand clamps down on his and pushes it closer to where you need him most.

“We shouldn’t?” He teases, and then cups your sex.

You transcend.

Jeongguk laughs, airy chuckles fanning across your jaw. “Then stop,” he tells you, the both of you watching as your hips unconsciously grind into his palm. Even when you tell yourself you need to stop, your body feels heavenly being touched by him, so you physically can’t.

“I can’t,” you reiterate, and muffle a moan against the side of his face when he presses a finger down on where he knows your clit is hiding. The thin leggings you’d worn did nothing to spare you.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he sighs, watching you work yourself on his hand. He traces his index finger over the seam of your leggings, where your folds meet and you moan again. “You gonna let me finish you off, princess? Gonna let me finger your tight little pussy until you cry? But I bet you’d make the prettiest noises if I licked you down there. Or are you gonna cum in your panties like this?”

All the different ideas he stuffs into your brain are overwhelming, especially when the only thing you really want is to be stuffed with his fingers and cock. “J-Just do it,” you beg.

“Do what?” He plays, watching the way your face contorted with every brush against your mound.

“Whatever you want,” you cry, biting down on your fist to stop any more noises from spilling out.

Jeongguk smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Such a simple gesture, but it has your stomach somersaulting. God, you needed this. You were practically sobbing for his dick, which was embarrassing in itself, but actually getting dicked down sort of cancelled it out. PEMDAS or whatever.

Just as his hand creeps to the hem of your leggings, there’s a rattle of the doorknob, and you jump. The cloud of lust that had engulfed you two fades away and you’re suddenly aware of the jingling of a key outside.

“What the fuck,” Jeongguk whisper-shouts, looking absolutely scandalized that his roommate is coming home at this moment of all moments.

“Should I hide?” You whisper back, never having been in such a situation before. Jeongguk looks at you like you’re stupid.

“Just,” he sighs, standing up. He ruffles his hair anxiously. “Just… act natural.”

You sit perfectly still. “Not like a Sim!!”

“Captain Underpants and the Invasion of the Incredibly Naughty Cafeteria Ladies from Outer Space (and the Subsequent Assault of the Equally Evil Lunchroom Zombie Nerds),” you read, gasping for breath by the end of it. Jeongguk beams at you. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Nope,” Jeongguk says, leaning over the counter and watching as you scan his book under his name. “I’ll let you know how it is.”

You roll your eyes, writing down the return date on a piece of paper you stuff inside. “Please do, I’m absolutely dying to read this book.”

You hand the book over to Jeongguk, and try to ignore the way he stares at you for a second too long. Namjoon chooses this exact moment to take his lunch break, sauntering off whistling the the Angry Birds tune.

Right before Jeongguk can jump into an interrogation, the door swings open and Jisoo from your sociology elective saunters in, carrying the same mountain of books you had checked out for her two weeks ago.

“___, hi!” She exclaims right away. She, too, was infected with the same bimbo disease as Jeongguk, the one where they both had no concept of being quiet in a library.

“Hi,” you greet back, immediately standing to take the books from her. “Did you actually read through all of these?” You ask, trying to make polite small talk. You’re not particularly close to her, but it’d be rude to act like you didn’t know her.

She laughs at your comment. “Oh god, no. I just open random pages and reference them for essays,” she admits.

You try to make more small talk with her as you scan through her books, but the girl literally almost hit the material limit, which is fifty books, so you soon become consumed in scanning the barcode, briefly flipping through the book for any damage, and then repeating it all over. You’re not surprised when she drifts away, and you’re mentally cursing Namjoon for going on break now of all times.

It’s about ten minutes later when you’re all done, the computer’s library system going haywire on you, the same way it had when she first checked out all these books. You look away from the screen, standing to face Jisoo, only to find she’s drifted to the other end of the welcome desk, where a certain someone had gone to while you served her.

Oh.

You’re not anticipating the wave of jealousy that hits you watching gorgeous, smart Jisoo talk to Jeongguk. She matches him perfectly, both so beautiful it hurts. It’s when she says something to him that you snap out of it. “When can I come over again?” Soft enough that you wouldn’t have heard if you hadn’t been paying attention.

Jeongguk’s toying with a bookmark stand, but you still see the quirk of his lips on his face when she says that.

All you can do is watch from the sidelines, so close yet somehow miles away as he says something back to her that gets drowned out by the thundering of your heart. You suppose it’s only natural for a guy like Jeongguk to flirt with girls, and he’d never said he only, exclusively wanted you. Really, you shouldn’t be as surprised.

But you are.

You’re surprised and, dare you say it, discouraged by the scene. He’d been so eager to finally win you over the other night, so much so that he made you feel special with every word he uttered and every look he gave you. You’d almost believed in his sincerity, but seeing him so easily converse with Jisoo about whatever past they have, served as a cold reminder that you and Jeongguk believe in two completely different relationship styles.

So you sit back down, gnawing on your lip as you try to do other duties, clicking around uselessly on your computer until eventually, Jisoo wanders back.

“Am I all set?” She smiles, and you can’t even find it in you to dislike her. You plaster on your best customer service smile, nodding and handing her back her library card. She thanks you three times over for the hassle, before waving goodbye to you and Jeongguk.

When the door falls shut behind her, you immediately drop the facade, though Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice. “Whew. She left a lot of work for you,” he laughs, eyeing the big stack beside you. You don’t even bother responding, as, at that moment, Namjoon returns from his lunch break.

(How convenient! You swear this fucker had a sixth sense for knowing when work was about to become hard.)

“Joon, I’m taking my break now,” you announce, and Namjoon stares at you like a deer in headlights, the last bite of a sandwich raised to his mouth.

“Uh,” he says, 140 IQ and all. He glances behind you at Jeongguk, who also is confused as all hell. “Okay, then.”

“___?” Jeongguk questions. You stalk off, pushing the gate away from the desk before bursting into the employee break room right across from it.

You cry the moment you get home, and Dahyun jumps ten feet out of her bed in shock. Her girlfriend, Momo, is sitting on the floor painting her toes. “Oh no,” she cries, sweet and understanding in all the ways Dahyun wasn’t. “My poor baby, what’s wrong?” She asks, waddling over in the my-nail-polish-hasn’t-dried-yet way to hug you.

“He was flirting with another girl,” you sob, dropping your bag by the door as Momo continues fawning over you, wiping your face with tissues. Dahyun gets out of bed, cracks her fingers, and promptly announces:

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Initially, you would have let her. But after a while you manage to calm down, loud Kim Kardashian sobs fading into tiny hiccups as the two of them coddle you. You tell them all about what terrible, good for nothing Jeongguk did, and in true female solidarity, they vow to kick his ass for you. Eventually, you settle on not whooping his ass, just cutting any romantic notions with him off to avoid further heartbreak. After all, you were kinda friends before you had your little crush revelation.

It’s later in the night when you announce you maybe got 2% over him, which the girls count as an absolute win, but then Jeongguk texts you and they groan at the way you jump for your phone.

jeon hey can we talk ? jeon did I do something wrong today? jeon felt like u were mad at me lol, and then u took a really long break and I had to leave for class so I didn’t even get to see u again jeon just wanna know if everything is ok

You read through the messages a couple times, and wonder if he’s being serious and didn’t see anything sus with his actions, or if he’s just toying with your emotions. Momo tugs Dahyun away to give you some sort of privacy, and then you’re left alone in your thoughts.

you everything’s fine ! you I just wasn’t feeling well lol

He responds right away.

jeon please don’t lie to me ___ jeon I know what you’re probably thinking and I just want to say it’s not like that

For some reason, him saying he knows you enough to know your thoughts irritates you. He obviously didn’t know shit about you if he was out here making you look like a clown. Your fingers type before you can even think.

you lmao you thats funny

jeon ?

you you most def do not know what I’m thinking so please just take my word when I say I felt sick

jeon lmao. what do you mean...

you you barely know ME besides the fact I work @ the library and dorm w Dahyun. don't say u know what I’m thinking, bc that would imply you know me on a closer level which you don’t

jeon ok seriously what's up with you? jeon im trying to make sure ur okay but ur just being difficult as fuck

you I’m not being difficult I’m just being real

jeon ur not tho, ur being defensive for no reason at all

you so? we’re barely friends and we barely know each other, how I feel is none of ur business

jeon lmfaoooo, so now we’re barely friends?

you thats what I said didnt I

You set your phone aside when you don’t immediately see the texting dots appear, assuming your dry response is probably enough to ward Jeongguk off. Your face feels warm, and you’re not sure if it’s from frustration or anger, but you guess it’s both. You’re not sure what set you off, the fact Jeongguk wants to act like he knows you, as if he wasn’t just chasing after you for some pussy, or the fact he wanted to act like some all-knowing being when it came to your feelings.

Eitherway, you’re extremely heated, grinding your teeth together when five minutes pass and he hasn’t texted you back. As if sensing the tension, Momo and Dahyun abruptly announce that they’re going to the ice cream place down the street, offering to bring something back to which you decline.

They leave, the heavy door slamming shut behind them. You get exactly two seconds of peace and quiet before your phone starts going off like crazy, all from Jeongguk.

jeon you’re starting to piss me off jeon drop the attitude baby. jeon bc I can be just as mean as u jeon and I won’t hesitate to make you cry

You blink. Every ounce of your body that had been consumed with an unknown anger slowly fades away as you stare wide eyed at Jeongguk’s messages. This was nothing like the Jeongguk you knew; he was soft and playful. He never raised his voice at you, and he’d never been anything less than a sweetheart.

you I don’t have an attitude

Is your feeble reply, too scared to reply to any other part of his message because you truly had no experience with this Jeongguk.

jeon so then put your big girl pants on and tell me what’s wrong jeon enough w this other shit

You sigh, snuggling into your covers as you absentmindedly tap the back of your phone.

you nothing is wrong

He doesn’t reply for a couple minutes again, but Dahyun sends you a text letting you know her and Momo decided to go to an event on the other side of campus, and telling you not to wait up. You reply back a simple ok right as Jeongguk responds.

jeon ok. so let me tell you what’s wrong then jeon you’re mad bc I was speaking to Jisoo today and she asked abt coming over jeon she comes over all the time jeon bc she is my roommates girlfriend

Your mind goes blank.

How embarrassing to have your mind read word for word, even more so when apparently, your worries weren’t even plausible. God. Instantly you feel stupid, replaying today’s entire scene and trying desperately to find something to catch Jeongguk in a lie. But other than asking that one question, there had been no other interesting talk between the two.

Your phone pings again, and you scramble to type a response, only to freeze at the words on the screen

jeon what blows me is that i don’t even owe u shit especially not an explanation jeon u don’t give 2 flying fucks about me. U just like the attention I give u and watching me make a fool of myself for u jeon I bend over backwards chasing after you, trying to get you to notice me, but you’ve done nothing to show me u feel the same jeon but you’re the one allowed to get mad when I speak to other girls? like u said “ that’s funny ”

Oh, no. Immediately your heart comes crashing down, and your fingers tremble as you watch Jeongguk slip away right before your eyes.

you Jeongguk you it’s not like that please you I like you so much, it’s just hard for me to

jeon to what? Get over your stupid stereotype of me?? jeon lmfao. Yeah that must be sooo hard jeon it’s whatever tho bc I had one of u too jeon my dream girl

This is not what you expected when he said he’d make you cry.

“Honey, you just have to talk to him,” Momo says the next morning, pressing a cucumber slice onto your eyes. You flinch at the initial iciness, but then relax when she brushes your hair out of your face. You’d gone to sleep a wreck, crying and sobbing as you thought desperately on how to win Jeongguk back, but everything he had said was true.

You’d done nothing but reject him since the beginning, had only just begun treating him as a friend, yet you instantly placed the blame on him at the first signs of trouble. God, he was right. You’d been selfish this entire time, and now he wasn’t responding to your messages anymore.

Dahyun nods from her cocoon at the foot of your bed. “I’m sure it’ll be easier in person, text convos are always weird,” she tries to comfort you. “But keep those slices on, those bags under your eyes are no joke.”

Momo smacks her calf. “Be nice! She’s going through a crisis.”

Right as you’re about to pay for your meal and sprint back to hide in your dorm, you spot a coconut head of hair facing the windows in the far corner of the dining hall. Fuck. Faintly, you can hear Dahyun’s voice shouting for you to stop being a pussy and go talk to him. You pause by the exit, one leg in one leg out, before saying fuck it. If worse comes to worse, you transfer schools and live with heartbreak and three cats for the rest of your life.

“I-Is someone sitting here?” You say before you can chicken out, and mentally curse yourself for stuttering. Oh, the social horror.

Jeongguk visibly jumps at your voice, wide doe eyes staring at you as if he expected to never see you again. After all, it’s been a week since your little fight, three days since you last tried texting him. He shakes his head, turning his attention back to his plate, but not before tugging the hoodie of his sweater over his head in a classic self defensive tactic.

You slide into the seat, staring at the plate of food like you’ve never seen it in your life, never mind the fact you picked it out less than fifteen minutes ago. You accidentally scrape your fork against the bottom, and the both of you cringe.

Jeongguk clears his throat, hands clasped together between his thighs as he stares out the window. “Don’t you have work?” He asks, voice raspy.

You shake your head. “I took the week off,” you confess, hoping he doesn’t press for more, because then you’d have to tell him your reasoning was due to heartache.

“Oh. That’s nice,” he says, and then you fall into a pit of awkward silence.

You push the food around on your plate, hoping he’ll say something, anything to save the two of you. In the end, he stays silent, sleepily glancing out the windows.

When you look closer, though, Jeongguk doesn’t look much hot than you. He’s got the same bags as you under his eyes, and his hair looks messier than his usual messy style. The fact he’s wearing his blue crocs out in public only confirms your theory.

After a solid five minutes of silence, even your hungry stomach managing to stay quiet, you decide enough is enough.

You shift ever so slightly, until you’re somewhat facing him and clear your throat; Jeongguk barely spares you a glance. “The Preposterous Plight of the Purple Potty People,” you blurt. Jeongguk blinks, face slowly morphing into one of confusion. Your cheeks feel hot under his gaze, having missed his brown eyes in the past week. “It’s your favorite one,” you announce. “Of the Captain Underpants books.”

After a moment, Jeongguk snorts, turning his attention away from you. “You’re not gonna win me over with that,” he says curtly, and your heart tightens at his emotionless tone of voice.

But you’ve done your research, and you’re not letting it go to waste. “You like George more than Harold because you think he contributes more. You love the characterization of Mr. Krupp the most, but you hate his theme song. You think the cover art could use some work, but you enjoy the overall art style. You hated the movie adaptation because Kevin Hart was in it,” you list, recalling every bit of information you’ve ever heard Jeongguk share about the stupid novels.

There’s a small quirk in the corner of Jeongguk’s lips, but it’s not the one you’re aiming for, so you switch tactics. “You hate the smell of bananas because you don’t think it should have a smell. You can’t put your left sock on first, because it’s bad luck to you. Your mom still washes your sheets for you. You know the lyrics to the original Dragon Ball series in three languages. You like wearing rings because it makes you feel like a pimp. You hate when Hoseok calls you the baby, because, according to you, you bench press his weight times two.”

“And a half,” he softly corrects, gazing at his hands, cheeks slightly tinged with red. You bite your lip, tentatively reaching a hand out to place on his arm. He looks at you right away, doe eyes so vulnerable and scared, like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

“I said we barely knew each other, but that was a lie,” you chuckle humorlessly, suddenly feeling your eyes tear up just remembering the conversation. “I know so much about you because I love listening to you talk. I love hearing your voice, and watching you wrestle with your friends, and fight with Dahyun. But I never tell you,” you bite your lip, blinking your eyes to backtrack the tears.

“And you’re right, I made you do all the work and I’m sorry, but I’m just so scared, Jeongguk,” you admit, voice cracking on his name. Your press a hand over your mouth, trying to collect yourself. Suddenly, a soft hand gently pats your thigh, and you find yourself reaching down to tangle your fingers together. “You can have anyone, Jeongguk, and you obviously know this,” you sigh. “I’m scared that I won’t be enough for you.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Jeongguk says, voice soft in the way you’ve missed so much. His hand, shaky and unsure, reaches up to brush a tear from the corner of your eye. “Look at me,” he commands, and you do. “I think we’re both stupid, because I feel like I’ve never been enough for you,” he confesses with a chuckle you try to replicate through sniffles.

Suddenly, he’s close, forehead pressed to yours. “And maybe it’s true,” he says. “You won’t be enough for me, and I’ve never been enough for you.” Your heart aches at his words. “But that’s okay,” he assures, squeezing your thigh between his fingers. “We don't have to be right now, but we can try.”

You nod, clamping down a sob. “God, I hate how optimistic you are,” you laugh, and he smiles, cupping your face in his hands.

“And I hate watching you cry,” he says, fingers wiping your cheeks. Before you can say what you’re thinking, he’s snatching the words right out of you, “yes, I know I said what I said, and I felt like such a dick typing it, I made Jimin flick my forehead right after.”

You giggle, and he beams that dreamy smile at you again. “I’m gonna kiss you now,” he announces, and your heart thunders in your chest faster than the wings of a hummingbird.

And he does.

“I don’t know, I think Kevin Hart sounds great in this,” you mention, and you feel the hard scoff Jeongguk lets out from your position cradled on his chest. “It’s not the worst thing in the world,” you defend.

“You’re sick,” he says, then pauses the Captain Underpants movie to engage in your third debate of the evening. You’re barely fifteen minutes in. “You think that weirdo did George justice? How? In what world?”

“Babe, it’s just a voice actor,” you placate. “No one died because Mr. Hart voiced him.”

Jeongguk splutters. “Mr. Hart—you don’t know this man! And something did die! My hopes for a sequel!”

You shush him, pressing your index finger to his lips. “Enough complaints, Rotten Tomatoes. We won’t even finish at this rate.”

Jeongguk hits play, grumbling under his breath.

Just as you’d predicted, you don’t even make it to the halfway mark before Jeongguk’s got you on your back, plush lips working yours until they’re bruised, tongue halfway down your throat. “The mov—“ you mumble.

“Fuck Mr. Hart,” Jeongguk says, kissing down your jaw like he can’t allow himself to miss a single spot. When he reaches the collar of your shirt, he wastes no time tugging it off of you. You whine, instinctively covering your chest. “Don’t be shy,” he chuckles, “here, look-,” he tugs his sweatshirt over his head, and you’re met with the strong muscles of his abdomen and pecs, “-twins.”

You roll your eyes. “Just kiss me, Mr. Jeon,” you tease, wrapping your hands around him to bring him closer. He chokes, and mumbles something about saving that for another time.

Before you know it, he’s kissing between your thighs, soft lips producing the most erotic sounds with every smooch he gives. “Can I take these off?” he asks, one lone finger creeping beneath the hem of your panties, right where your hip is. You nod, biting your lower lip hard the moment he begins sliding them down. His hands are soft as they glide over your legs, and when he finally tugs them away from your ankles, he wastes no time nudging your legs open for him.

“Don’t just look at it,” you whine, jabbing his ribs with your foot. Jeongguk grins.

“Sorry I stare, you’re just so pretty,” he smiles, and you muffle an annoyed groan into your palms. “Gonna eat you out now,” he announces, finally, and you uncover your face to watch the way he lowers his mouth onto your throbbing pussy, pink tongue coming out to lick at your clit.

The first press of the wet muscle has your toes curling, back arched. You’d been craving this for the longest, and just as you’d expect, it’s better than any fantasy. “Right there,” you moan, reaching down to tangle a hand in Jeongguk’s wavy hair, the other fisting the pillow beneath your head.

Jeongguk absorbs all your tiny reactions, toying with your clit just how you like it. He rolls his tongue around it, making sure every part has been in his mouth at least once. When he suctions his lips around it and moans like this was getting him off, your body melts. “Fuck,” you cry out, your thighs quivering around his head. Part of you wants to slam them shut, hide from his tongue and all its devious ministrations. But the other part has never felt so good in your entire life.

When Jeongguk decides he’s pampered your swollen clit enough, he gives it one final kiss, wet and slippery. “Good?” He smiles up at you, lips slick with your juices. You nod, probably already looking fucked out. He smirks at your response, and your heart backflips in your chest, when he reaches up to knot your fingers together.

He kisses your knuckle and you whine. “How many fingers do you want?” He asks, and you blurt out the first number you can think of.

“Eight,” you choke, and immediately flush in embarrassment afterwards.

Jeongguk laughs, dropping his head to your thigh in a fit of giggles. He looks absolutely ethereal there, soft brown hair sprawled across your skin like an angel. “Smaller numbers, baby, please,” he chuckles. You shrug, so he decides for you. “How about I just use my tongue instead?” You think you might love him.

He settles back down, lips pressing against your mound one final time, before he’s diving in. You mewl right away, body becoming one with the mattress beneath you at the first brush of his tongue.

“Oh, Jeongguk,” you gasp, hands burying themselves in his scalp again. He hums in response, and the sound has every nerve in your body lighting up. His tongue prods against your folds, slowly licking his way deeper and deeper into your cunt.

The worst comes when he sighs against your pussy, literally sighs, like he’s so blessed to be there. “You’re s-so good at this,” you cry out, trembling fingers twisting his hair so tightly that you manage to pull him off just an inch. He pinches your thigh in warning, before stuffing his tongue into you again, absolutely plunging into the depths of your hole.

Just when you think he couldn’t possibly outdo this, he jolts up suddenly, nose brushing against your clit. His eyes go wide for the slightest second, as if he really hadn’t planned that, before flickering at you.

To your utter embarrassment, he takes one long whiff, eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure.

He pulls away from your dripping hole. “You smell so fucking good,” he informs you, spreading a fiery blush across your cheeks.

“Thanks?” You say, and he grins, shuffling onto his knees all of a sudden. You mope the loss of his tongue on your pussy, but forget about it the second he reaches for his desk and returns with a condom.

He tears the foil packet open with gentle hands, eyes weirdly zeroed in on that only. You nudge his hip, and when he meets your gaze, he instantly averts it. Like he’s suddenly shy.

Oh he was gonna be the death of you.

You tug his boxers down and get to revel in more of those bashful glances, but you soon forget about that when he grips his rock hard member in one hand, jacking it to its full potential. “Ready?” He says, one hand gripping your hip, the other his cock. You nod, and then shift up onto your elbows to watch him sink into you.

You can barely keep your eyes open, the second the tip of his cock brushes against you your eyes roll back into your head. You moan, letting yourself flop back against the mattress, chest heaving with each inch he sinks in. “Fuck, you’re big,” you cry, biting down on your fist.

Jeongguk chuckles. “Yeah?” He grunts, and then stills as he waits for you to catch your breath. He gives you exactly four seconds before he’s thrusting the remainder of the way in.

Your back arches off the bed, a high-pitched moan ripping itself out of your throat. “Jeon!”

“Relax, relax,” he croons, releasing your hip to lean over you, peppering your face in kisses. You’re heaving for air, so overwhelmed with emotions. “You’re doing so good for me, doll,” he comforts, kissing every inch of you until you regain your wits. “So wet and warm for me, you have no idea how bad I wanna just ram my cock into your tight, little pussy.”

You huff, heart still skipping by the time you grow familiar with the sheer size of his dick inside of you. When you’ve finally come back down to earth, eyes fluttering at Jeongguk, he gives you one affirmative nod before he begins really fucking you.

He starts carefully, like he’s afraid he’ll break you with one push. You’re thankful that he’s at least somewhat aware of his own bear strength, but you’d prefer if he picked up the pace. Before you can file a complaint, he’s hiking your thigh up onto the crease of his elbow, and ramming himself into you.

“Could already hear some smart ass comment coming,” he groans, snapping his hips into you with a newfound intensity. You moan, trying desperately to reciprocate some movements back.

“Wasn’t gonna say anything,” you gasp, fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders, scratching lone lines down his back. Jeongguk snorts, pushing in, and then grinding your pelvises together deliciously.

He rolls his eyes, then chooses that exact moment to capture your lips in his. You groan softly, body boneless beneath him at the gentle way he kisses you, like his entire life depends on this single kiss.

When he finally releases your lips, he’s huffing against your mouth, hips having not stopped a single time. You know he’s tired and so riled up; you’d felt the brush of his half-hard member from the moment you first laid down to watch the movie.

But Jeongguk was a gentleman, through and through. You’d felt the brush of his cock, and heard the thundering of his heart, but he hadn’t pushed you further a single time. He basked in your presence, waiting until you crept your hand beneath his shirt to finally pounce.

“I’m close,” you tell him, reaching down to toy with your clit. Jeongguk had treated it like the finest treasure earlier, but now your gentle caresses feel mediocre compared to the way he’d touched it. Jeongguk nods, the tips of his wavy hair sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. You abandon your quest to finish yourself off and focus on brushing his hair away from his face. “You’re so good to me,” you moan, lightly picking the corner of his mouth. “Don’t deserve you.”

He rams his cock into you, the arm not holding up your thigh weakening, until he’s leaning on his forearm over you. “Don’t say that,” he chokes out, and you wonder if his orgasm is as close as yours.

A particular brush of his cock against your cervix has you seeing stars, thighs clenching around him. “Just a little bit—more,” you beg, body writhing beneath him, pushing yourself up to meet his thrusts.

“So perfect,” he praises, kissing along your jaw. “Come for me, baby.”

You nod, but not before cupping his face in your hands, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He makes a soft little sound of surprise, smile pressed against your mouth, and the heat in your abdomen finally explodes. You disassociate for all of one second, consumed in a wave of bliss never before heard of, his pistoning thrusts working you through it.

You nearly cry from how good it feels, throwing an arm around his neck to pull him closer. You’re babbling like an idiot, saying shit you won’t remember later. What you do recall is the chuckles Jeongguk had muffled against your neck, hips never faltering as he chased his own high.

He finds it a few beats later, the muscles of his back suddenly going rigid. He moans your name, somehow making it sound like it’s the best song in the world, before his hips begin stuttering in their mission. He eventually goes slack, slumped over you without completely crushing you beneath the weight of his muscles.

By the time you’ve fully recovered, he’s sliding out of you. Right as you go to speak, he stuffs two fingers into your sensitive cunt. “Jeon!” You wail, reaching down to push him away before you come again.

He snickers. “What? It’d be a waste to let it out,” he says, letting go when he’s decided he’s done his job, popping the digits into his mouth. You groan, trying to quell the excitement that builds in your chest from watching him suck your cum off his fingers.

“You’re the worst,” you sigh, snatching his t-shirt off the edge of the bed to tug over your bare form. Jeongguk tugs his underwear back on, retrieving yours from where he’d flung them across the room. When you’re settled into the blankets again, you’re not expecting the laptop to return as well. You raise a questioning eyebrow.

Jeongguk shrugs, nestling into your chest. “Hit play, this is when Professor Poopy Pants begins attacking the city.”

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