Everything I Ever Wanted Part 2/4
Yay! The next chapter is out!! I am really loving all the attention this little story got. Again please read the original.
Pt 1
In this one we have the charity gala for the alpha health care that Eddie suggested in the penultimate chapter. Chrissy is a gem. And Steve and Corroded Coffin boys have a little fun.
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Steve and Eddie were getting ready for their third annual Alpha Health gala.
Every year since Eddie had suggested it, they had thrown a gala raising money to bring awareness to alpha health issues. Last year they had even managed to get alpha health classes mandated in middle and high school through the national congress and both Eddie and Steve was on hand when the president signed it into law.
Steve pulled on his black, lacy, thigh high stockings, clipping them to the garter belt then came on the black glittering stilettos. He pulled out the dress he was going to wear for the evening.
It was in the same style as the gold dress that had started this all, with the low drape in front and backless, but instead of the slits up to the middle of his thighs, it was a mermaid tail with a glittering train.
Steve was more comfortable with his feminine side now, not shying away from cuts that hid his broad thighs and flat chest. The only reason the drape this time is that Eddie loved his tits.
He giggled as he pulled on the dress, reveling in the silky smoothness of the material against his skin.
He was finishing his makeup when Eddie stepped out of the bathroom where he had been showering.
He looked up at Eddie and smiled at his naked form. His tattoos and piercings on display.
“Like what you see, darlin’?” Eddie said with a smirk.
Steve threw back his head and laughed. “You know I do. I love looking at your tats.”
Eddie squeezed the water from his hair. “Yeah? You got a favorite, big boy?”
Steve stood up from his vanity and stalked over to his very naked fiance. He looked him up and down, the heat of his gaze lingering over his lean frame. “You could say that.”
“if you say your initials on my ass, sweetheart,” Eddie said with a snort, “you and I are going to have words.”
Steve giggled and wrapped his hands around his butt. “As much as I adore that one, it’s not my favorite.”
“Yeah, so which one is your favorite then?”
Steve brought one hand up to trace the serpent on Eddie’s neck, and the other to trace the bats on his right forearm. “All great tattoos, but my favorite...” both of his hands dusted against dragon that curled around his abs, “is this one.”
Eddie’s stomach clenched at the touch. “Yeah? Why is that one your favorite, then?”
Steve leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Because I love getting on my knees and kissing my way down it to suck your cock.”
Eddie threw back his head and groaned. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to will his cock not to react.
Steve stepped back and turned with a wink. “Too bad we don’t have time for any fun, guests are set to start arriving any minute now.”
“Baby,” Eddie moaned. “People try and tell me that I’m the menace in this relationship, but I’m pretty sure you just proved that it’s you.”
Steve cackled. “That’s because I’m sweet little omega,” he said clutching his hands and batting his eyelashes, “I couldn’t possibly be as freaky out of the bedroom as I am in it.”
“More fools they, then.”
Eddie got dressed in his favorite designer Jimmy Pantera. The tight leather pants, the knee-high laced boots, the black billowy shirt and the vest that looked like a paisley design but it you looked close enough they were actually dicks.
Steve laughed for a good twenty minutes when he saw it. He was the one that insisted that Eddie wear it.
Then he showed it to his bandmates and they all agreed to have some kind of dick tastefully woven into their clothes tonight and they were going to make a game of it to see who can catch the most.
Steve was sure he was going to win.
Well, Eddie was too, but he wasn’t going to admit that, not when there was a bet of a hundred dollars on the line.
When Steve finished putting on his jewelry, he turned in his seat to see Eddie putting in the last of his accessories. A single black diamond stud in his left ear.
“I still think it’s cheating,” Eddie huffed, walking over and flicking Steve’s earring, “that these are your dicks.”
Steve’s earrings had two diamonds side by side at the lobe and string of three diamonds hanging down, the third one slightly larger than the other two.
He snickered. “It’s tasteful and hilarious. Be grateful I didn’t chose the pink diamonds.”
“Now that would have been hilarious, princess,” Eddie said with a grin. “You ready for this?”
He held out his hand to help Steve to his feet.
Steve took it and pulled in close to his fiance. “Ready when you are, dearest.”
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Jeff was the last one of the band to arrive.
“All boys,” Steve said with a grin. “Here are the rules. You have until midnight to figure out where everyone’s sneaky dicks are. Eddie even has one you don’t know about. You’ll write them down on a piece of paper when you think you got it and hand it to me. And then whoever has the most correct wins the bet and the absolutely magnificent bottle of red I found as a prize.”
Once he got all their nods of understanding he sent them off to enjoy their evening.
Chrissy was on the guest list, but she had also came with Jeff as his escort for the evening.
Steve privately thought that the Corroded Coffin guitarist was crushing on the omega, but he was going to keep that to himself.
Her princess cut, sleeveless, pink dress had ruffles in the front and Steve tilted his head with an amused smirk on his face.
He excused himself from Eddie’s side and went up to the beautiful omega.
They greeted each other by kissing the other’s cheeks.
Steve held her out at arms length. “Darling, you look stunning!”
Chrissy giggled and did a little spin.
“Do you like it?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“I love it!” he giggled. He raised an eyebrow. “Is this supposed to sneaky or overt?”
Chrissy did another spin with the her dress, making it flare out dramatically. “Overt, of course!” She leaned over and giggled. “I’m bringing awareness to female alphas sexual health, too. Like male omegas, they have both a vulva and a cock and we shouldn’t forget that in the sea of all this knothead fuckery.”
“Chrissy dearest,” Steve said with his voice filled with wonder.
“Yes, Stevie darling?” she asked with a sly grin.
“I adore you!” he wrapped his arms around her waist and swung her around.
She shrieked in delight until he put her down.
Chrissy reached up and flicked his right earring. “But I’m guessing these are covert?”
Steve grinned. “Yes, but don’t you going snitching to Jeff. He has to figure it out on his own.”
She clutched her chest in mock outrage. “I’d never!”
“Good,” he said booping her nose, “see that it stays that way.”
They chatted for a few minutes more before she went back to Jeff’s side.
Steve looked around to see if he could find his smoking hot fiance when he saw two other people he wanted to say hi to, instead.
He grabbed two glasses of champagne on his way over and handed one to each Joyce and Senator Jim Hopper.
“Thank you both for coming,” he said with a sincere smile.
Jim huffed out a laugh. “Son, I’d be a fairly stupid congressman if I didn’t show up to the fundraiser to raise awareness for the law I fucking wrote and got passed last year.”
“Jim!” Joyce protested, but both her and Steve were grinning.
“Still it’s good to see you both,” Steve murmured. “How are you taking to being grandparents?”
Joyce and Jim shared a secret smile.
“We’re doing great,” Joyce said. “Nancy is really taking to parenthood. She’s so protective of Jonathan. It’s really sweet.”
Steve nodded. It was one of Nancy’s greatest fears that she wouldn’t feel anything toward her children should she have any. But to hear that that was a baseless concern was a good thing.
Just then Nancy and Jonathan arrived arm in arm.
“Speak of the devils,” Jim said with gruff pride.
Steve looked over his shoulder to see a smiling, radiant Nancy and a soft and glowing Jonathan, who looked about four months along.
“Well that’s certainly a surprise,” Steve said with a raised eyebrow.
Joyce giggled into her hand. “It was for them, too. But I’ve never seen anyone so excited that she was going to have another baby with the love of her life.”
“I’m happy for her,” he said softly.
Joyce’s expression softened. “It must be so hard for you, watching old friends having children. I remember you told me that you’re infertile.”
Steve opened his mouth to tell her the truth. But decided that he didn’t want anyone to know yet. His body sagged a bit.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “But I’m happy being who I am.”
She squeezed his hand and the couple wandered off.
Steve looked around again and this time spotted Eddie with that omega actress again.
His stomach swooped painfully.
A warm hand touched his elbow and Steve started. He looked over at Chrissy who had a concerned expression on her face.
“Are you okay?” she asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down his arm.
He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “What if I’m not a golden omega? What if all these hoops I’m jumping through are for nothing and he’s stuck with a needy, barren omega?”
Chrissy looked over at the actress who had her hand on Eddie’s arm as they talked.
“Look at her,” Steve whispered harshly. “She’s beautiful, talented, rich, and hasn’t had hundreds of alphas between her legs.”
Chrissy smacked his arm. “And Eddie isn’t the remotest bit interested in her.”
His head whipped around to face her so fast she was afraid of whiplash, the dork.
“She’s not interested him either,” Chrissy insisted. “Look at their body language. You’re good at that. Show off for me. Imagine it’s just two strangers what would you see?”
Steve let out a low shuddering breath and closed his eyes. He opened them slowly.
“She’s touching his arm,” Steve said, “something a lot people will use as a sign of attraction because gets the two them being connected.”
“But...” Chrissy said with a sly smile.
Steve waved at them. “But, she’s staying arm’s length. She’s not leaning into his space. Her smile is genuine, but it’s not flirty.”
She squeezed his arm in encouragement. “Now do him.”
He chewed on his lip. He knew what attraction looked like on Eddie having seen it first hand for years.
He was all heat. Lowered eyelids, smoldering eyes, dimples belying his smirk. He also had to touch. Hand, waist, shoulder, cheek. He would lean into the other person’s space, like he couldn’t bare to be far from them.
Eddie was touching her. But it was a loose hand hold and fond smile. They were clearly just friends.
“He’s being too casual with her,” Steve finally said. “If he was interested in her he would be closer, all heated glances and whispered promises.”
Chrissy grinned and gave his arm one more squeeze before letting go. “Now go get your man.”
Steve took a deep breath and began to walk. He walked right up to Eddie’s side and the actress greeted him by throwing her arms around his neck and talking happily about how excited she is that Eddie found his perfect partner.
Steve looked over Eddie who is blushing, but proud. So he leaned into the touch. He could allow himself this. Being her friend, too.
So he held her hand and started talking happily about the date they set and how they hoped either his heat or Eddie’s rut wouldn’t come early.
“Could you imagine,” Steve huffed, “going into heat at your bonding reception? I don’t think I’d ever come out in public ever again.”
Eddie laughed and drew him in close. “I’d be okay with that.”
The actress, who had now been properly introduced as Nikita Auclair, gasped. Her eyes wide with delighted amusement.
“You hound dog!” she shrieked, hitting his arm.
Eddie just smiled, unrepentant.
“Oh don’t worry,” Steve said, leaning in close to her, “I can make him heel.”
She threw her head back and laughed. She touched her chest as she fought to breath.
“I like you,” Nikita said, “Let’s do lunch before the bonding. I’d love to get to know you better.”
Steve kissed her cheek. “Eddie has my number, call me.”
She squeezed his hand and walked away.
“You are a menace,” Steve growled playfully.
Eddie kissed him deeply. “And you gave as good as you got, darlin’. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
At the end of the night, it was Steve that walked away with the bet and the prize. With only Brian guessing Steve’s dick earrings.
Steve knew that when Eddie and him got home that night they would be making quick work of that wine and spending the rest of the night naked and moaning.
As they walked off, Chrissy just shook her head at the rest of the band and their partners.
“We really should have known better than to bet against the greatest escort of his generation.”
The others could only agree.
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[BAD DECISION #26] January, Still
warnings: anyone familiar with bd will see the header image and know exactly which chapter we're on lmao, the tie chapter!!!! starluvrs are their lovely awkward selves, dominant jk, oc is tied to.... a pull-up bar? jk is a perv who just likes looking at her lol, kissing is banned!! the word 'baby' is not!! titty worship, titty sucking, fingering, oral (f receiving), clit spitting, babe likes it messy <3, nose nudging, finger sucking (f), gentle kook <3, bratty oc, ass eating (f receiving (minimal tbh (big sad for jk))), prone bone, unprotected sex, he finishes on her ass!! lovely lovely lovely... until the red witch is mentioned!!! argument!! heightened emotions!! the introduction of the cu ajummas!!! big pouty ending :( fluff, smut, angst
wc: 11k
bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)
AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI
If there's one thing you've learned about Jeon Jeongguk in your time, it's that he's a giggler .
In all situations, of any severity, it's not uncommon to see his nose scrunching with dimples in his cheeks, as he presses his lips together to keep them quiet.
Standing at the end of his bed in a pair of boxers, hair dishevelled and the sheen of your glitter sparkling on his skin in the low light of his lamp, he is, again, giggling.
There's something about Jeongguk's laugh - the way it always sounds different and yet entirely 'him', how he stutters for breath and the way his eyes will squeeze together, little puffs beneath them, nose scrunched like a bunny - that always gets you laughing, too.
In bars, in coffee shops, in the gym - wherever he is, the ambient sound of happiness will surely follow.
You echo it back; join in with him. A melody not unique in composition, but wholly yours nonetheless.
Laughter comes easily with him, in the place of awkwardness or uncertainty.
The uncertainty, at the moment, comes in the form of decision-making. Not a good, nor a bad one - the bad decision is already in progress - but a simply inconsequential one.
In either hand, he holds up a tie; one black, one a mixture of blue and purple paisleys.
"Black is sexier," you consider out loud, and Jeongguk thinks the thought you're putting into the decision-making is ridiculous - but he's also a little nervous so he's letting you take your time. Smiling, because it's more fun than succumbing to the nerves.
"Sexier," he nods in agreement. "But it is also my funeral tie."
Your face contorts with mild disgust, a stunted mumble of objection catching in your throat.
"We are not using your funeral tie," you whisper-shout.
Cross-legged on his bed, there's a glow to you. It's probably the post-sex aura radiating, but Jeongguk thinks you look right at home in his sheets. Thinks that maybe it'd be nice for you to stay the night. He's not sure if you will, yet. Hasn't asked. Probably won't.
It's not that he doesn't want to ask. Just knows that things between the pair of you aren't as simple as they feel.
Yet simplicity bubbles around you both as he giggles (again) and tosses the black tie down onto the floor. Will put it away later. For now, he's getting back onto his bed with you, sitting opposite, mirroring you. "Yeah, that's probably a good shout."
Taking his tie from his hands, you run your fingers over the pattern; feel the ridges, how smooth it is, tug it a little to test out the structural integrity of the woven threads.
"So..." you say somewhat apprehensively. It's like both of you are slightly malfunctioning. Sex in and of itself is not new to either of you. Sex with one another? Again, tried and tested. Happy customers all round. There's no need for tension.
"So..." he repeats back in exactly the same tone.
When your gaze drops to your hands, and the tie that's in them, some of the hair tucked behind your ear falls loose. Jeongguk thinks he should push it back, but doesn't. Is trying to wise up to what you deem intimate, and knows that it would likely count towards it.
"Why are we so terrible at this?" you ask with a smile as you look back up towards him. He's like a mirror in the way he reflects your expression, eyes sparkling as if he has tiny little disco balls in them.
"Fuck knows," he shrugs, forgetting himself, and reaching over to tuck the hair back. Just felt right. He'll probably lament it later. "How'd you wanna do this?"
Jeongguk's headboard is flat and upholstered. There are no bedknobs to tie any wrists to. It perhaps would have been better done at your place, but there's no reason why it can't be done at yours another time.
The only real alternative is just binding your wrists together behind your back or above your head. Both are fine with you, but are also things you've done before. You wanna spice it up a little.
Glancing around his room for an alternative, your eyes land on the pull-up bar above his door. You tilt your head, considering possibilities, and Jeongguk follows your gaze. Clocks what you're looking at. Feels a throbbing pump of blood going directly to his cock. Gets a little plumper.
"Yeah?" he questions, knowing exactly where your thoughts are going. "There?"
You nod. "Yeah. There. I think. Maybe. I don't know. What do you think?"
"What's this then, huh?" Jeongguk grins, nudging your knee a little. "Nerves? From our resident Disco Ball?"
"Oh, piss off," you laugh, nudging him right back, unfolding your legs as you hop off his bed and look him directly in the eye. You pull his shirt over your head. Let it drop to the floor. Don't drop your gaze - but he does drop his jaw a little. Nerves? Please. You hold up his tie. "Now are you gonna put me in my place, or should I put you in yours?"
If there's one thing Jeongguk likes, it's a challenge - and the way you're looking at him? Brows a little raised? A smirk on your lips? You're the human embodiment of a challenge, and the one thing Jeongguk likes more than a challenge?
Winning .
He stands. Says nothing as he comes to tower in front of you, stiff in his underwear, nodding ever so gently as he looks down at you, bottom lip beneath his teeth. His hand skirts up your waist. Strokes. Squeezes.
Guiding you slowly to his door, Jeongguk worries about Jimin coming home unannounced. There'll be no explaining this away.
Still, he wants to fuck you more than he wants to worry about Jimin getting an eyeful.
He positions you where he wants you. Knows it's gonna force you on your tiptoes. Kind of thinks it serves you right for challenging him.
Jeongguk jokes with you, repeatedly making sure you're okay as he ties your wrists together above your head, and then secures the rest of the tie around the pull-up bar. It's perfect.
His knots are tight, thanks to a grandfather who was keen on teaching him the law of the land when he was younger, but he knows how to get you out of them quickly if needs be. He's surprised he's not really used them before in the bedroom.
Standing back to admire his handiwork, the way you look at him is unlike anything he's ever seen before; wanting, needy, restrained.
Nudging his nose up against yours, Jeongguk is reminded of his own desires. Wonders if you'll let him indulge him again. Knows that he'll have to ask.
"What's the rule on kissing?" he husks against your lips.
You smile. Shake your head, and let your nose nudge up against his. "You only get one vulnerability at a time. Either I'm tied up, with no kisses, or I'm untied with kisses. Your choice."
"You're so fucking mean," he says softly, pulling back with a teasing groan.
Jeongguk looks at you now there's a little distance; down, then up. Smirks.
Doesn't look away as he pulls his desk chair out and spins it to face you. Doesn't look away when sinks down into it. Doesn't look away as he slouches into a recline, legs spread, a hand resting by his crotch as his elbow is propped up on the arm of the chair.
Tongue toying with his lip ring, he looks like a fucking asshole. Arrogant .
God, he's worthy of it, though.
If you looked like him, you'd probably be a wanker. Toned abs, strong arms, darling eyes full of cosmic entities. He's equal parts saint and sinner, and the way he's looking at you? As if he's deciding whether or not he wants to drag you down to hell or lift you up to the heavens has you apprehensive.
The music hums from Jeongguk's speaker, and you're thankful for it, 'cause you're sure you're breathing far heavier than you should be. Lips a little pouted, resting ajar, the way your eyes don't drop from his gets him all hot and bothered, too - he's just better at hiding it than you are.
"Are you just gonna stare at me all night?" You question, a little attitude in your voice.
Jeongguk's lips curve upwards. "Maybe."
You go to bite back, but notice the way he's palming his crotch beneath his boxers. They're black, so obscure the hardening length within them, but you know him. Know exactly what he's gripping onto.
"Looking at me gets you hard, huh?" You tease.
Eyes dancing over your body, finding his favourite parts and then finding new ones, Jeongguk feels an overwhelming sense of contentment.
But he simply smirks, instead. Plays it cool. "Maybe - but let's not pretend like I don't get you wet."
With a roll of your eyes, painfully aware how exposed you are, you press your thighs together. The trepidation - anticipation - of what's to come has you excited. Nipples hard, pussy wet. Denying it is a blatant lie, but Jeongguk enjoys the thrill of your chase.
"You're cute, Gguk, but not that cute. Don't oversell yourself."
He laughs now. Stands. Walks towards you; brooding and dark in gaze. Tilts his head.
You expect his hand to dip; to spread your legs and first out how much of a dirty little liar you are.
But he doesn't.
He nudges his nose against yours, smirk present. You're not entirely steady on your feet, the restrictive nature of the position you're in unbalancing you. He senses this. Lets his fingers trail up your hips and stroke against the curve of your waist.
Pulling back slightly, dark eyes on yours in the shrouded gloaming of his bedroom, Jeongguk grips your waist a little tighter.
"You're so mean to me," he simpers, trailing one of his hands further up. He ghosts your chest, and secures it by your neck, thumb stroking over your jaw and onto your cheek. He angles you to face him. You've never wanted to touch him more, the tie keeping you bound away from him your new worst enemy. "You really think I'm that hideous, huh?"
Oh, he's sin . Jet black hair and eyes to match, warm skin and sculpted muscles, artwork embedded in his skin, just like his touch is embedded in yours.
"Repulsive," you simply nod. He smirks.
"Shame," he husks. You half think he might kiss you. He doesn't. "I think you're gorgeous."
It's just sex. Just sex. Just thinking with his cock. Doesn't mean it - oh, but what a nice fantasy to indulge in. Maybe he does mean it.
"Hmm?" he teases when you fail to formulate a response. "Did you hear me, B? Hear what I said?"
You nod. "I heard."
"What did I say?"
"I'm gorgeous."
He nods. "Yeah. You are. So fucking hot. Get me so hard," he grits, gripping his cock over his boxers.
Intrusive, is the thought that wonders if Jeongguk is like this with other people.
You wonder if he showered Jiyeong in compliments; if Hayun received such heavy words of adoration. It's not an idea you want to entertain but you can't seem to help yourself.
And so, vulnerable and a little shy, you edge back. Feel a little stupid being so bare for him. Want control over the situation, but you can't get it. Not when your wrists are bound above your head, kept firmly in place thanks to the knots tied by Jeongguk.
He notices the slight shift, but doesn't realise why. Tilts his head. "Tell me what you want."
You look him in the eyes, a little unsure of yourself. He can sense your nerves. Understands something's not quite right. Draws you closer to him.
The warmth of his skin on yours soothes the cold sweat of comparison.
"Go on," he encourages. "Tell me, baby."
You nudge your nose up against his. Know that raising your worries about other girls will only make things awkward. Of course, Jeongguk would rather know your discomforts, but you don't think they're worth sharing.
So instead, you just say, "want you to make me feel good."
It's a simple answer, but you really do mean it. You think it will distract your brain.
Jeongguk nods. Presses a kiss against your jaw. Lingers. Repeats, just an inch lower, on your throat. Trails down. Is firm with his pressure, tongue wet, teeth grazing. You moan into his touch; one of his hands pulling your waist closer, the other firmly keeping your neck where he wants it.
Amorous in his display of desire, Jeongguk wants you to know how badly he wants you. Kisses with intent. Breaks from it only when he has to. Mumbles against your skin. Tells you how hard he is. How much he wants to fuck you.
Shameless and brazen, Jeongguk pulls away for just a moment. Looks at you, eyes dark, chest heavy as his heart beats beneath his ribs. Darts his gaze from your eyes to your lips.
You mirror him. Chest heaving, the pressure of his touch lingers on your throat. His hands massage your chest. Thumbs stroke over your nipples. He squeezes. Asks, "Can I?"
Mewling ever so slightly, desperate for more, you nod. "Please."
The second his lips come into contact with your chest - delivering pretty kisses, until his tongue swirls around your nipple - your head leans back.
He smiles when you moan, the movement of his lips so subtle but so heavenly, and strokes his hands up and down your body - waist, hips - until he settles on supporting your tits. He squeezes. Toys. Plays. Makes sure the nipple that isn't in his mouth is still getting attention.
There's something about your moans and the way you can't seem to hold them in whenever he's sucking on your tits that just really excites him. Gets his cock twitching a little harder. Makes him deepen the pressure with which he's sucking on your nipple.
He switches sides. Lets a long, flat, wet, lick of his tongue tease you before swirling around the hardened bud. He's gentle in how he sucks, now. Short. Quick. Feathery. Like little kisses, again and again and again.
The sensation has you pressing your legs together as wetness seeps from your pussy onto your inner thighs. All you want is to put your hands in his hair; keep him fixed in position.
But you can't. You're restricted. Forbidden from touching him. Makes you whimper as he builds momentum, moving from side to side, teasing you, stimulating you in a way that you can't ever remember feeling before. It's too much but also not enough. You want him in your cunt; fingers, cock, whatever. You don't care. Just need something. Anything.
"Fuck me," you beg; hushed in the darkness of sin. "Please."
Jeongguk eases up on his teasing, and looks at you with unadulterated hedonism. He's so hard in underwear; precum pooling at his tip. He wants to fuck himself into you so badly, feel your hot walls clamping around in, but knows as soon as he's inside you he's gonna cum. Is so horny he thinks he might die.
Thing is, he doesn't want this to be over. Wants to fuck you endlessly.
You get him so hard. So firm, and thick. Fat . His cock is never redder , never angrier , never leakier , than it is when he's with you. You make him wanna commit sins all in pursuit of an unholy feeling that somehow feels like heaven on earth.
He's gonna die, and it's gonna be all your fault. He knows this. Knows that fucking you is such a bad decision. Knows that he's struggling to separate how good the sex is from how he's feeling.
But desire is dictating his actions now, and you're begging him. You want this as much as he does.
"You want me to fuck you, huh?" He grits as he pushes his middle finger between your soaked folds. Even he's surprised by how fucking wet you are. Smirks to himself. "Fucking hell, B. You do want it, don't you?" You whimper. "Tell me what you want. Go on. Tell me, baby."
Oh, the dreaded B word. Has your head all fuzzy and tummy all ticklish. Makes you feel all sorts of strange; worries you about what the fuck is happening between you both.
And yet your eyes stay wide and wanting, lips all pouty. His finger strokes between your folds. Isn't aiming for your clit, nor entrance, just teasing. You raise to your tiptoes, fingers grabbing onto the materials of the tie. He's so fucking mean in the best of ways.
"Huh, baby?" he teases again.
"Fuck me," you rasp, because it's all you can manage as he sinks his finger into your entrance. The muscle in your torso tense immediately, the feeling of him entering you both satisfying and yet not enough. "More."
With a lazy smile on his lips, and heavy-lidded eyes looking down on you, Jeongguk pushes a second finger into your soaked hole. "That better?"
You nod. Whine. Chest heaves. "I wanna touch you, too."
He laughs ever so sinfully, lustful in the way he licks his lips. Swallows. Breathes a relieved sigh; and if he's just started breathing again after a minute of holding it.
And then, he shakes his head. He raises his spare arm, and you're confronted with a sight reserved for only the luckiest of girlies - of which right now? You most definitely are.
The muscles in his torso move beneath his skin; tense. Tight. He's sculpted in such a way that you can't believe he's human, the curve of the socket connecting his arm to his body seemingly just as alluring as the rest of him. A small stripe of hair covers the skin, a little damp, the heat of desire forcing him to work up a sweat - not that you mind. Not in the slightest.
If anything, it just makes you feel even crazier for how badly you want him. He extends his arm upwards and clasps his large hand around both of your wrists.
The position keeps him just inches or so from you.
He thinks it's too far.
So, he closes it.
Sinks his lips back beneath your jaw. Licks. Trails to your earlobe. Sucks. Nibbles.
God, you'd do anything to touch him. Your body writhes, any sense of balance lost and entirely depending on him. His hand is so close to your fingers, and you're dying to lace yours with his. The restriction makes it impossible. You whine.
"Let me touch you."
He smiles. Shakes his head ever so gently, keeping his lips locked on your neck. Kisses. Says, "No."
And so you bring out the big guns. "Please, Koo."
He pulls away. Looks you dead in the eye. Says, "Don't call me that. I'll fucking cum in my pants if you call me that."
You pout. Tease him, now. "Don't call you what, Koo?"
Oh god, he's gonna die .
Decides you need a little death first, though, so ignores your taunts and drops to his knees. Buries his face in your cunt. Wastes no time.
He knows how much you struggle to formulate sentences when he's eating your pussy, so thinks it's the safest bet to shut you up. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder for better access, and licks thick slow stripes between your folds. Flicks against your clit. Massages. Sucks.
"Fuck."
Oh, he's pleased . Loves how much you enjoy his mouth. Could eat your pussy for days. Wishes you'd let him do it; just eat you for hours.
Although when he thinks about it, he's got you tied up. He can do exactly that.
But then... an idea brews.
If you were to say that men can't multitask, Jeongguk would take great offence. This, right now? Prime example. He's got leaking on his tongue, pussy wet and plump from arousal, but is also thinking about other ways to get you coming undone. If anything, he's got, like, the biggest brain ever. Very sexy of him.
His tongue toys with your clit, flicking, before his lips press a pretty kiss against it. You need your hands in his hair. Need to hold him close. Need his nose nudging up against you as he dips down to your entrance.
He's got a hand gripping your ass, keeping the leg hooked over his shoulder in place, while the other reaches to massage your breasts. He alternates between them, keeping his mouth busy delivering pleasure to your pussy.
The pressure of his lip ring is almost impossible to feel thanks to the sheer amount of ecstasy you're in, but every now and again, you notice it. It mostly occurs when he's sucking on your clit, and it makes your legs so weak. Gets your pussy leaking so much. Has you whining. Whimpering.
Jeongguk fucking loves it; the way you sound, the way you taste, the way you feel.
His adoration of your anatomy makes it so hard for him to stop. He doesn't want you to cum yet, wants to wait it out - but fuck. He's gotta have it. Gotta steal this orgasm from you. Needs it.
As he sucks on your clit, the hand that had been keeping your leg steady creeps down to your soaked entrance. Doesn't fuck about. Wastes no time sinking two of his fingers into you. The fullness catches you off guard. Almost has you losing your balance.
"Untie me," you moan, desperate for your hands in his hair.
Still sucking on your clit, he shakes his head and pulls away, releasing your sensitive bud from his lips with a pouty squeak.
"You know the word, B" he reminds you, looking up for the first time in a while. He doesn't think he's ever seen your eyes so wide, lips so pouty. Your chest is heaving, his fingers scissoring inside you. "Say chess."
You wanna whine. Wanna tell him he's mean - but he feels so good. His nose glistens in the low light, drenched in your pussy and his own spit. Chin, too. God, he's pretty, you think. So fucking pretty. Belongs between your legs. Keeps pushing his fingers into you. Gets you moaning.
For all the times Jeongguk has claimed to be an ass guy, he's somehow entranced by the way your tits look from this angle. So round, and tell proportioned, and - fuck - he wouldn't mind sucking on them again. He's got a plan of action, though. Can't let himself get distracted.
"No?" he teases. "No chess?"
You glare at him. "Fuck you."
He laughs. Shakes his head. "Not yet, baby. Gonna make you cum first."
If he doesn't stop calling you baby you're gonna fall in love with him. It's just science. How the brain works. You've never been good at science, but it seems like a plausible hypothesis.
It's exactly why you need your hands free, so you can keep his mouth on your pussy to stop it from saying shit that makes your tummy feel funny.
But then you realise you do have leverage. You have legs - one of which is hooked over his shoulder. You alter its position slightly; hook it further around his back. Pull him in closer.
He laughs. "Needy, aren't you, baby?"
"Gguk," you whine.
Yes , you are needy. Yes , you want him. Yes , you wanna cum - but fuck !
He makes it so hard to just let yourself. You wanna fight . Wanna prove that you aren't weak. Prove that you have just as much control over the situation as he does.
But then his tongue licks between your folds and swirls around your clit. He retracts. Teases, once more, with his tongue. Flicks against your bud. Kisses.
He pulls back, again. Looks at the mess all over your pussy. Grunts in approval. And then? He spits .
"Fuck."
Jeongguk delves back in. Spreads his spit with his tongue. Laps against you like a thirsty dog drinking from a puddle. Doesn't stop. Keeps fucking his fingers into you.
The sensation of pleasure charging through your body is electric. It builds and builds - and then he's sucking again.
It's too much . Too good . Gets your toes pointing. Your leg clamps behind his back, keeping him in position, as the walls of your pussy do the same to his fingers.
Your whines echo in the room, Jeongguk holding your hip to keep you steady with his spare hand as you begin to shake. Wants to speak. Wants to encourage you. Knows he can't pull away. Doesn't wanna ruin your orgasm.
Instead, he hums as he sucks, lips vibrating. You're almost fucking crying from how good it feels. Moaning his name, cursing to the high heavens, breaths velvety as you whine.
"There," you can barely manage. "There. Gguk, I'm gonna - fuck. Gonna cum."
You don't need to tell him. He knows. Hums again. Yeah, baby. I got you.
The build of electricity reaches capacity. The voltage is too high. Gets you shaking - trembling - as you writhe in position. Your balance is totally gone, Jeongguk is entirely responsible for keeping you in position as your walls throb around his fingers. He keeps his mouth on your cunt, not wanting to part from it, until your body jolts from the overstimulation. He's fucked around with you enough to know when you're spent. Know this is it.
He pulls away slowly. Is gentle as he withdraws his fingers from you. Kisses your thighs as he holds your hips to keep you steady. Gets to his feet gradually, leaving kisses all the way up your body; below and above your belly button, between your ribs, sternum, above the heart of yours that is beating a mile a minute. Stops only when he reaches your lips.
Instead, he nudges his nose against yours. It's still wet from your pussy, though his chin mostly left the stain of you on your own skin as he journeyed up it.
And then, delicately, he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. Smiles. "Hey."
As you reply with a small, giggly, exhausted 'hey', he stands up straighter, and presses a kiss against your forehead.
"You good?" he asks.
Nodding, you mumble a response for him. You're so spent. Looks so pretty, eyes glassy, skin sparkly. He's got a hand on your throat, stroking gently, but keeps the other one away. It's covered in your pussy, and he doesn't wanna dirty you - but as you notice it, your lips part. His lip ring? Does the thing
Eyes wide on his, you move your gaze between them and his hand. Don't wanna speak yet - still a little giggly - but want him to know you wanna clean him up. He gets the message pretty easily. Brings his fingers to your lips. Presses his own lips together as yours part.
"Christ," he curses as he watches you suck on his fingers. Can't believe you haven't sucked him off yet. Knows he'll die when it eventually happens.
Jeongguk lifts his spare hand. Fiddles with the knots keeping your arms above your head. They ache. You're pretty sure there's no blood left in your hands. He sort of realises they'll be sore, so doesn't let them fall.
He keeps them bound around the wrist and lowers them gently. Keeps your arms straight, and loops them over his head, your elbows resting on his shoulders for a little extra support. Finally withdraws his fingers from your mouth, and strokes your arms with both of his hands.
"You okay?" he checks again.
"Think my arms are gonna fall off," you pout, but he just smiles. "I mean it. So mean."
"Always couldda said chess," he reminds you - and he's right.
"Didn't wanna."
"Well, then it's your fault if your arms fall off."
"Would you still fuck me?" you hum. "If my arms fell off?"
Jeongguk furrows his brows and shakes his head with a little confusion - but not denial. Instead, he says, "I'd miss your hands - and your wrists - but, yeah? Course I would."
He can't see a reality or version of you he wouldn't wanna fuck. It's the curse of knowing how good your pussy is; hates he can't have it forever, so will bury himself in it as often as he can while he still can.
The certainty of his answer makes you feel all fuzzy. You put it down to the orgasm.
He reaches behind his head to fiddle with the knots around your wrists and loosens them for you. As you pull your hands back around, he rubs at your wrists, making sure you can move them okay. Worries that maybe he tied you up a little too tightly. Tosses the tie on his bed so can be fully present.
Gentle with you when he needs to be, Jeongguk really is the best person to help you through your issues. He's attentive and careful, conscious of your needs while never making you feel like he's sacrificing his own.
The truth of the matter is that he never is.
The biggest turn-on for Jeongguk is having a partner who enjoys what he does. He likes praise. Likes compliments. Feels fulfilled when a partner cums, and even more so when they give him that look after he's done. The same one you're giving him right now.
Almost as if you know what he needs, you smile and whisper, "thank you."
"What for?" he whispers back, a little obtuse but wanting clarity.
You run your hands up his chest, and settle them by the base of his neck. It's so nice to touch him again. "For making me feel good. You always make me feel so good."
"Yeah?" He asks with a teasing smile, keeping you talking because he can't stop thinking about how much he wants to kiss you. Doesn't realise he's looking at your lips.
"Mhmm," you nod, not noticing his eyes - mainly because you're looking at his lips, too.
The space between you both is so minimal that it would take the smallest of movements to sink into one another. You wanna kiss him so badly, but know that it's unwise to make a habit of it - so you pull away.
He regretfully lets you go. Watches as you walk to the bed, and kneel onto it. Lowering yourself into position, Jeongguk lets a smirk linger on his lips.
Face down, ass up, you're a fucking vixen - and the way you hold your hands behind your back? Encouraging him to tie your wrists again? God . You're a deviant. Hellish. So fucking hot Jeongguk can barely control himself.
Slow as he gets himself into position, Jeongguk grazes the curve of your ass with his fingers. Looks down on you like a man possessed.
"Sure?" he asks. Knows you came hard. Worries this won't actually be all that great for you.
"Do me a favour?" you hum into his sheets.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
Jeongguk exhales a stunted laugh, the smile on his lips fond as he shakes his head. "You've such a way with words."
"You should see what else this mouth can do," you tease, not looking back at him. Hearing the swipe of the tie being lifted from his sheets, your walls clench . It would be embarrassing how easy it is for him to turn you on, if it wasn't for how much you know Jeongguk likes it.
Fingers clasping around your wrists, Jeongguk takes his time. The fabric is smooth and silky, but there are marks from where it dented your skin before. He doesn't secure you as tightly, but is still firm as he knots the fabric together. Hands secured by the small of your back, Jeongguk knows he isn't gonna last long.
There's a soft sound of cotton against skin; Jeongguk ridding himself of his underwear. You can picture it - how hard his cock is, the slight wobble as he moves, prick firm and standing to attention. You imagine how tight his balls must be, and how leaky his pretty head is, precum seeping from his tip.
Expecting to feel him enter you, you relax your body. Sink into the downward position with a curved arch to your back.
Instead, Jeongguk sinks a single finger into you. Mumbles to himself. "Still so fuckin' wet."
He withdraws. Strokes the supple skin of your ass. Spanks it softly. You squeak quietly, satisfaction lacing your tone, all pleased and purry. Jeongguk might die.
Still, he's determined to take his time. Crouches behind you. Anyone else and you'd probably feel a little insecure, but you know how weak Jeongguk is for ass in all capacities. It's hard to feel shy when he drools at the fucking sight of it. It's not just your ass though. He's pretty sure he's never liked another pussy more. It's just right for him; in how it feels, and how it looks. Exactly the kind of cunt that makes his dreams wet, cock hard.
He licks a thick slow stripe up your folds. Drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance - and then sinks it into your hole. Holds onto your thighs as he gets as deep as his tongue will allow him, stroking at your walls. His nose presses against your perineum, and - fuck .
You'll let him do it, you decide. If he asks to eat your ass, you'll let him. Won't say no.
But the most cursed thing of all? You want it. The anticipation, the knowledge that he wants it, god, it just makes you want it so badly.
So badly, that you have no control when you say, quite out of the blue, "higher."
It's a single word that could be interpreted in many different ways, but he knows. His tongue is still in your cunt, but he knows you're asking for his tongue to be higher.
And so he does it.
He withdraws from your creamy hole and flicks his tongue upwards. Teases your perineum. Gets you moaning even harder than you had been before. Kisses. Moves to your thigh, so he can sink his teeth in a little.
And then, with one slow, flat lick, Jeongguk drags his tongue from your clit, up your folds and past your entrance, until his wet tongue is on your tight muscle. He doesn't press down. Just licks. Spits. Spreads it with his tongue. Gets you feeling all sort of fucked up. He mumbles a groan of satisfaction against you. Is barely even eating your ass. Not like he knows can. Not how wants to. He's saving that. Will eat your ass properly, one day.
He pulls away. Smirks when your moans sound all whiney.
"Fuckin' love your ass," he husks as he stands behind you and lines his cock up with your entrance. Spits down, and watches as it trails over your asshole and down to the tip of his cock. Resting his thumb against the puckered muscle, Jeongguk puts a little pressure on it. He's not gonna penetrate it, but he is gonna think about it.
Just wants you to see how good it can feel; have you imagining how much better it could feel if he did toy with your ass like he wants to.
He sinks his cock into you slowly. It's a miracle you can stretch enough for his girth, but Jeongguk's correct when he thinks that your pussy is made for him. The fit is just right. Snug and warm, all wet and wanting, it's like coming home.
It's so comfortable. Exactly what he needs to come undone, and as his hips buck against your ass, his hand gripping the tie around your wrists, he knows it won't take long. Your pussy strokes him to perfection; and he wants it to. Wants you to make him cum. Wants to return the orgasm he took from you.
He pushes into you, deeper, deeper, until he's mewling. "God, you feel so fucking good."
You wanna encourage him but all you can do is moan. You're still sensitive from earlier and know that It won't take much to get you cumming again - and when his spare hand comes around the front of your body to toy with your clit? You're a goner.
His name lingers in the back of your throat as you whine. He's delirious. Keeps fucking himself into you because he's building and building and is so close to reaching his climax. Can feel everything. The clamping of your walls, the wetness of your cunt seeping around the base of cock, god it's all so good.
"Cum for me again, B," he encourages. "Let me feel you."
Hypnotic in the way his commands have you doing exactly what asks of you, your body unravels like a tie coming loose - but it's not at all. You're fixed in position and it makes you cum even harder.
The pressure of your orgasm around his thick length has Jeongguk cursing. He's there. Can't hold back. Pulls out only cause he feels like he has to, and continues jerking himself over your ass until he erupts with thick spurts of cum.
He paints your hands with his orgasm, every last drop being spent on you. It soaks into his tie, but he doesn't give a fuck. Squeezes his shaft to make sure sure the evidence of his pleasure is all yours. Watches as a white bead gathers at his slit, the final dregs of his cum all yours.
He collapses beside you on his back, a hand over his chest, lungs heaving beneath his ribs. Stares at the birds. Wonders how the fuck he got here.
Your body copies his, your chest and tummy now flat against his sheets, arms still bound behind you. Just as whimpery as Jeongguk is breathless, you can't imagine ever having a better fuck than that. Eyes closed, your lips settle into a pleased smile.
"Fuck," you sigh.
"Again?" Jeongguk jokes. "Don't think I'm ready, B."
You laugh and shake your header further into his sheets. "Think I'll need a few days."
This amuses Jeongguk, mostly because he knows he'll probably wake up with a boner, and you'll probably end up with it in your cunt. Just makes sense.
"You okay?" he asks as he turns to face you. The pleasant hum you nod is ethereal, as if you've just been blessed by an angel, not fucked like a devil. He reaches over to undo the tie, and doesn't care about the fact he gets covered in his own cum. Just tosses the tie to the floor and wipes his hands on his sheets. Will sort it out later.
Flexing your fingers, you turn to rest on your side - again, not giving a shit about the small puddle of cum on your back. Whatever. It's his problem.
"Thanks," you smile.
"For which part?"
"Untying me," you confirm, then adding, "and for tying me up, actually. And the sex. Now that I think about it, especially the sex."
You could listen to Jeongguk's post-sex laugh for hours. It's so breathy and light, free of all stress. A world away from the mood he was in when you arrived, you're so pleased to have Jeongguk back. Happy to exist with, and happy that he seems happy, too.
Reaching over, you push some strands of hair back from his face. He looks sleepy. "Tired?"
He nods, and closes his eyes.
"Sleep?" You suggest.
Again, he nods.
"Where should I sleep?"
He shrugs.
"Here?" You ask.
He nods. You're secretly pleased.
"Am I taking the bed or the floor?"
He pouts. Thinks you don't need to ask. "Bed."
"And you on the floor?" you grin, pleased with how his lips purse, brows scowl, at such a suggestion.
"No," he huffs. "Me. Bed."
"Both bed?"
"Both bed."
Who are you to object when he's all pouty and sleepy, face squishy and dewy in the comedown of a fuck that was way too good to be a fluke?
You're staying.
The pair of you clean yourselves up. Brush your teeth together and grab a glass of water to share. Boundaries seem to be null and void these days. You sleep in his shirt, and he in his boxers, as if that's a totally normal occurrence for a pair of besties. You don't think it's that odd.
As he tries to sleep, Jeongguk questions the morality of what's going on between you. Wonders how healthy it could be, knowing full well the road you're embarking upon rarely ends well.
He thinks he's in a good spot with Hayun, now. Went for coffee with her last week to make sure she wasn't mad at him for the way he spoke to her in the club. She apologised. She explained herself. Said it felt weird to have been replaced. She knows she only has herself to blame, but it still stings.
You've put a lot of trust in Jeongguk. He never wants to hurt you in the way that Hayun hurt him. Never wants to cross those lines, and yet he knows how intimate you think sharing a bed is. The lines are already a little blurry.
If you want to keep things platonic, then outside of the sex, it should be platonic.
He sighs. Stares up at the birds. Doesn't know what the fuck to do.
And so as much as he'd like to, he doesn't hold you in the night. Doesn't shuffle in closer, or rest his arm over your hip like he knows would feel far more natural to him than turning over and away from you.
He showers with you in the morning. Fucks you again, 'cause he remembers that without the sex, it's entirely romantic to share such an intimate space with another person. Makes you both breakfast as a thank you for dinner the night before.
Hair waving around his features, a flannel shirt hanging over his broad shoulders and light jeans hiding away just how toned his thighs are, he's every bit the heartthrob as he insists you leave the dishes.
Your hair is pinned up, and just as dishevelled as his is, but he likes it. You're still in one of his shirts, but it's a smaller one. Fits you better. Is still baggy on you, but he'd watched on as you had tucked the back hem of the shirt up beneath the strap of your bra where it fastens shut.
Was confused at first, but is well aware of how fantastic your ass looks in the jeans you're wearing thanks to the shirt not getting in the way, now.
Large enough that the excess fabric reaches the waistband of your pants, the shirt billows ever so slightly. Untucked at the front, Jeongguk wonders what kind of magic women must hold. He's seen girls wear shirts like this before. Just had no idea how they did it. Thinks maybe he shouldn't know the secrets of womanhood, but likes learning about you, so doesn't think about it too hard.
The shirt is from a concert he went to with Tae while he'd been at uni, and it just reminds him of those days. It's why he never wears it. Reminds him of the early days with Hayun, when there had still been the promise of something great.
You're redefining it, though. Making it brand new. Not changing his past, per se, but altering the way it impacts his future.
"Promise me you won't study too hard?" You plead as you get your shoes on to leave.
He refuses.
"Jimin's keeping tabs on you for me," you tell him. "If you go more than 4 hours without a break, he'll text me and I'll show up and force you to."
"Oh yeah?" Jeongguk entertains your threat. "How so?"
"Dunno," you shrug with raised brows, standing straight now your laces are tied. Tote bag over your shoulder, loose waves framing your face, Jeongguk wonders how many people will give you second glances on your walk to the subway station.
So much so, he doesn't really realise he's putting on his shoes, too.
"Oh?" you hum. "Going out?"
He pauses. Realises. Plays it cool. "Need to get some stuff from the shop. Will come with."
Jeongguk counts four middle-aged men, one girl in her twenties and three teenage boys who look at you a bit too long for his liking. He's not territorial, and especially not over you, but he's very recently fucked you. Maybe he is a little possessive. Sue him . He just doesn't like sharing. It's been well-established.
And in fact, it only gets further established the next weekend, when he picks a sticky note off the wall and reads it aloud: " threesome ."
It's his handwriting, and he definitely did put it up there, but he still looks at it with such shock he can't believe either of you would suggest such a thing.
"Good job Jimin's home," you deadpan. "Will make this a lot easier."
"What! No! Byeol!" And then he whispers, but also kind of shouts when he says, "You're not fucking Jimin again."
"Oh, so you can?" you retaliate, face straight, because you're trying to appear deadly serious. He's falling for it. "But I can't? That's not fair, Jeongguk."
"Wait- What?" He exasperated. "I'm not fucking him either! Neither of us are - Christ Alive. We're not fucking Jimin."
"But it makes sense!"
"We," he signals between you both, eyes struck with horror. "Are NOT fucking Jimin."
"But-"
"Byeol!"
"Koo," you pout, and he thinks if he doesn't die, then maybe he'll just kill you instead. "What if I want it?"
You absolutely do not want it - but you do want to keep winding him up. It's so easy when he's in moods like these, a little stressed and fuse far shorter than usual.
"I- Byeol," he sighs. That's fucking name. Always weakens him. You're a menace, he thinks. "That is beyond the point."
"Please," you pout even more. God he hates how cute you look. So much harder to stand his ground. "Would be so hot."
"How?!" He pushes his head back in disgust. "How would me and Jimin fucking be hot in any way shape or form."
You smirk. "Really want me to answer that?"
"Absolutely not."
And so that sticky note is placed to the side; one to revisit when Jeongguk is less stressed and you're less hellbent on insisting it should be with Jimin.
You know that a threeway with Jimin would probably be fine, but don't wanna risk anything that could impact their friendship. A neutral third party is needed, and as far as you're aware, Jeongguk's preference is girls. It makes sense for you both to seek out someone together that won't impact your daily lives.
You'd rather bring another girl into the mix. Think another guy could maybe give Jeongguk a complex. He's already stated before that he doesn't wanna be cucked, and watching another guy fuck you might make him feel that way. Mutual comfort is needed - plus who doesn't love a good pair of tits?
If he's still spewing bullshit about being an ass guy after watching you play with another girl's tits? Then he'll forever be a liar.
You've also had two mildly disappointing shags with Jimin. You don't need to add a third. Reckon that maybe seeing how well Jeongguk fucks could give Jimin a complex, too.
The topic of conversation comes up again after the next sticky note - spooning sex - is completed. It was ideal because you could remain incredibly quiet given that Jimin is in the apartment, but is also secretly one of your favourite positions. One that always makes you feel so incredibly safe. And the way Jeongguk hugs you afterwards? Doesn't leave you? Presses his torso to your back, not caring for the fact it was where he finished? Oh, god, he's a dream.
"Sorry for being so defensive about it all," he mumbles into your hair. Loves the way it smells, today. Thinks you might have gotten a new shampoo. Doesn't ask cause he doesn't wanna be a weirdo.
"I was only winding you up," you admit. "I don't think it should be with Jimin."
"No?" he confirms, a weight lifting from his chest.
"No."
"Good," he whispers. "It shouldn't be someone we know. I'm no good at sharing."
A laugh catches in your throat. Hardly news.
"I'm not yours," you remind him.
"I know," he says softly. Presses a kiss against your hair. Squeezes you tighter. "Placebo though, init. Sometimes when we're fucking, it feels like you are."
He's not wrong - but it doesn't mean it's right . Both of you know that sex is just sex.
The birds above you watch on with great curiosity. None of them have dropped in quite some time. It's almost as if they're waiting. As if they know something neither of you don't.
You don't think it's safe to indulge in such thoughts. And so you change the topic. Divert feeling of the heart elsewhere.
"Have you spoken to Hayun lately?"
Jeongguk is silent. Doesn't let you go immediately, but eventually rolls onto this back. You stay positioned just as you were; avoidant of his eyes.
"Do you really wanna know?"
You shrug. "As the girl you just fucked? Not really, no. As your friend? Yeah."
It's an answer he can't fault. He's so fucking nosey when it comes to Seokjin but never forces you to talk. Knows that if you started talking about him now, he'd find it incredibly... saddening? Hurtful? He's not sure. Just wouldn't like it.
But you're asking . You want to know.
"Uh, yeah," he admits. "We're fine. She like, apologised for being difficult on New Years, so I sorta buried the hatchet. No point crying over spilt milk."
You nod.
Feels like the hatchet is in your back, now.
The full details of their argument was never disclosed to you, but it doesn't matter. She was still awful to you. You're never gonna like her. Refuse to play nicely.
Sitting up, you reach down for Jeongguk's shirt to wipe off your back. Would get a tissue or something, but sometimes he has to deal with his own messes, and think that maybe this is one he should have to clean up.
He knew you didn't want to know. Is frustrated with himself for not listening to his gut. Should never have fucking said anything. You grab your underwear and pull them on, hiding yourself away from him as you do so.
"B..." he says quietly, not really sure what he's supposed to do.
"What?" you snap a little, even though you don't mean to.
It's not fair for you to be mad at him.
They've got a shared history that runs deep. He was never gonna cut her off, and you never would have wanted him to. All you want, really, is his happiness and - regretfully - she seems to be a big source of it. Not that you've actually seen any evidence of this.
"C'mon," he pleads, as you cover yourself up as you scan the room looking for your bra. It's somehow by the window, so you get out of Jeongguk's bed and head towards it. Don't turn around. Don't wanna look at him with anything you deem to be intimate exposed. "You asked ."
"Well, I shouldn't have," you say quickly, and that's when you realise how fucking mean you're being.
You asked for honesty. You can't punish him for it.
Pushing your hands back through your hair, you sigh. Don't wanna face him, but know you have to. Clasp your bra together for the sake of a little dignity.
"Look," you groan, tilting your head back. Sort of feels like you might cry, and when you turn to face him? Oh, god. It's even worse. Jeongguk watches you with such pain embedded in his features that you can feel his hurt. "She's your friend. I get that. You can talk to me about her... I just..."
Jeongguk considers staying silent, but you can't formulate your words.
"It's just that sometimes when we fuck, it feels like I'm yours," he offers, repeating his earlier thoughts back to you, switching the roles around.
And all you can do is nod. "Yeah. Sometimes it does."
You drop your gaze. Sniff. Apologise.
Jeongguk's out of his bed, underwear quickly pulled back on, and in front of you within a second.
"Hey," he shushes you, pulling you in for a hug. "B, c'mon. Don't get all soft on me. What's happened to little miss bad bitch? Hey? Where is she?"
God, he's too fucking nice . Skin warm, heart thumping steadily in his chest, he's so soothing. He rubs your arms as he holds you tight. You don't really cry, but it sort of feels like you will at any given moment.
Eventually, you just shrug. "I think maybe I'm bad at sharing, too."
"You're not sharing," he says, and really hopes you know he means it. "And hey, I've seen your ex's name on your phone notifications before. You can't be mad about me being okay with Hayun if you're still okay with him."
And then you realise he doesn't get it. He thinks you're jealous .
You pull away. You look at him with confusion all over your contorted features. "Sorry?"
Now is not the time to say 'forgiven', but he considers it. You look pissed .
"Huh?" Is all he can manage.
"I don't give a shit about you being okay with exes," you exclaim, affronted by the mere suggestion. "Like... I... What ? You could be the best man at their weddings for all I care! We're not together - but you're my friend , and Hayun fucking dickhead to me."
"I know we're not together," he retaliates, defensive now because it seems like you're gunning for him. "But she's my friend, too. I can't throw away years of friendship just because she was mean when she was drunk. Everyone says shit they don't mean when they're drunk."
"Oh fuck off," you say with a little too much gusto. You really don't want to fight - but he's being so fucking obtuse. "She didn't seem to care about throwing away your friendship when she screwed you about! When has she ever done anything remotely friendly?"
Jeongguk rarely looks mad. Rarely looks angry.
But his eyes are black, now.
Your 'welcome' is about to be outstayed and you damn well know it. You grab the dress you had been wearing - one you knew would get him all horny and excited because you were looking forward to hooking up with him again - and pull it over your head.
He mirrors you. Pulls on a pair of sweats. Scoffs.
"I lived a life before I knew you, B. She's got a good five or six years on you. Just because you've not seen any of the good doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
You've got to be kidding me. Your blood is boiling; sizzling up in your veins. ' A good five or six years on you'.
Prick.
The way you laugh is scornful. "You sound like a fucking kid who believes in fairies."
"Maybe I do," he seethes back. "But at least she's making an effort to fix our friendship. What about you? You're still texting your ex. The fuck is Seokjin doing, huh? Other than running off after using you for a quick f-"
He stops himself. Realises just how awful he's being. Looks down. Exhales. Shakes his head.
You're frozen, mouth ajar. Not once has Jeongguk ever been so careless in the way he addresses the Seokjin situation. Never once has he ever made it seem like it's your fault... but he is, now.
Jeongguk fucked himself into you half an hour ago. Whispered shit about how perfect you are for him. And now he's tearing apart your character just to defend some girl who fucked him over for sport.
"What the fuck are we doing?" he asks quietly. Shame washes over him. Good . "Why the fuck are we arguing like this?"
Silence echoes around his room. It's so loud it feels like your ears will bleed. Neither of you enjoy this. Neither of you want to back down, though, either. You're cursed to let it play out.
"Because sometimes when we fuck, it feels like we belong to each other," you say quietly, echoing the sentiment you both felt earlier. "But we don't, and it's pretty clear that there's someone else at the top of your priority list."
"B," he says, with genuine pain in his voice.
You shake your head. Shrug. Lie, when you say. "It's fine. You're not top of mine, either."
He reaches for your hand as you push past him, but you shake him off. Don't wanna stay. Don't wanna look at him. Don't wanna do anything with him.
Jimin's in the kitchen. Sort of looks at you with horror, as fresh, silent tears roll down your cheeks. You wipe them away with the back of your palm, heading towards the door.
You need to put your shoes on, so just say, "please don't ask, Jimin."
He doesn't need to. Heard it all. Is furious with Jeongguk for defending fucking Hayun, yet again. Thought that progress had been made, but apparently not.
"Sorry about him," he just says.
You shrug. Look at Jimin. He can't distinguish your glitter from your tears. "Don't be. Sorry for the noise."
Jimin shakes his head. "Don't be."
Knowing better than to get involved in Jeongguk's disputes, he simply nods. Sends you a text after you leave telling you to check in when you get home so that he knows you're okay. Is aware you'd normally text Jeongguk letting him know, but doubts you'd fancy doing it, now. Waits for a moment, until he hears something smash in Jeongguk's room. Sighs. "Boys."
Rummaging through one of the cabinets for plasters, knowing that Jeongguk most likely needs them, Jimin has no fear as he approaches Jeongguk's room. Knows his frustrations would never be taken out on another person, but has come home to Jeongguk repairing one of his display cases after a particularly bad fight with Hayun once before.
This seems less intense, and yet Jimin can't help but feel like this one is also so much worse. Far more detrimental.
He doesn't knock. Walks straight in to find Jeongguk sitting on the floor against his bed, arms tight around his knees, head down. As predicted, one of the display cases has shattered. He doesn't know how , doesn't really know why Jeongguk thought it would be a good use of energy, but does know that his knuckles are bleeding.
The bed is unmade, and the air is slightly musty but also sweet. Jimin's incredibly familiar with the lingering scent of sex, and knows exactly what will have preceded the argument.
"So," he stays, tossing plasters down to Jeongguk's lap, and taking a seat on Jeongguk's desk chair. Spins lightly. Tries to remain ambivalent. "Still gonna pretend like you're not fucking?"
"Jimin," Jeongguk growls. Doesn't wanna fucking talk about it.
"DB would never do the shit to you that Hayun did to you," he just shrugs. Thinks Jeongguk is in need of some cold hard truths.
"Don't wanna hear it."
"I don't care if you're fucking her or not-"
"Can you shut the fuck up?"
"-but she's done more to help you in the last, what? Eight months? Than any of us could have done for you. She really cares , and if you throw away your friendship with her for the sake of Hay-"
"Oh well, why don't you fuck her, again?" Jeongguk snaps.
Jimin grates his jaw, but doesn't interrupt. Wants to hear what Jeongguk has to say for himself. Kid's clearly hurting, so fuck it. Fine . He'll let him get it all out.
"Third time lucky, right?" He sneers, not looking over at Jimin while he chews him out. " You fuck her again, and you deal with how much she cares , and all her fucking glitter and everything she fucking does for you. Let her hold you to this unreachable standard of being fucking perfect. You can be the one that disappoints her. You can be the one who fucks up. You can be the one that hurts her. You can."
Deep down, in his heart of hearts, Jimin knows that all of Jeongguk's little rant is projection. Rolls his eyes at how much of a baby he's being.
"A little bit of glitter seems like an easy compromise for someone who adores you," Jimin says softly, and that's when Jeongguk finally chokes out a pained sob that he'd been holding in. He doesn't understand why his brain is making him be so fucking mean. He loves your disco ball eyes. "So no, I won't fuck her again, Gguk. And nor should you until you figure this mess out."
Jimin stands up to leave, knowing that Jeongguk needs a little space to breathe. Reminds him, "Hayun's taken, Gguk. She made her choice. Made it over and over again. Fucked you ov-"
"She's single," Jeongguk's voice croaks. He's quiet. Sniffs. Heads all a mess. It's part of the reason he's been pouring himself into his studies. Doesn't know how to cope with it all. "S'why she was here for new years. Is looking for an apartment in the city. Asked me to help next week."
Jimin doesn't know what to fucking say.
A heaviness resides in chest, crushing down on his heart. It hurts.
For Jeongguk, his heart aches.
"Gguk..."
"I don't know what to fucking do."
And though the answer is clear for Jimin, the waters are muddy for Jeongguk. Can't see the sea nor the shore. It's all just murky. Dark. Scary. Out of reach and yet all-consuming; like a tidal wave towering above him, sure to crash down.
"Anyway," Jeongguk sniffs back the tears that reside in his eyes. Shrugs. "Doesn't matter. Got an exam to study for."
For once, Jimin doesn't object. Leaves him be. Texts Yoongi. Code Red. Hayun's single.
Yoongi replies almost immediately.
Fuck. Off. Really?!
It's funny - you think the exact same thing as you get off the subway by your apartment, only to see Tae and Danbi getting on board. Not unusual. You'd say hey, normally.
But it's not normal, not today. Not when Nabi and Hayun are with them, too.
Nabi catches your gaze. Smiles. Waves. You really do like her, just hate the fact that Hayun is her best fucking friend - and why is she still here?! Why can't she just go back to her fucking boyfriend and go live her best life in Seoul? Why does she need to be down here in the city you call home?
She's overstayed her welcome - and as she follows Nabi's smile, she falters when her eyes land on you, just before the carriage rolls away. Pursing her lips, they settle into a smile. Dead behind the eyes, though.
Danbi is facing away from you, so doesn't even notice. She's your best friend - but she's been so busy with Tae and you so busy with Gguk that it feels like you've barely seen her recently.
It feels like you're losing everything you love into the abyss that Hayun is.
"Fucking witch," you scathe to yourself, earning you a confused look from the ajumma beside you. "Sorry. Not you."
She laughs a little. Points to her eyes, then yours. "So pretty," she says, and you know she's talking about your glitter and - oh, you don't mean to be such a mess, but you just can't help yourself when you start blubbering all over again.
Before you know it, you're sat with a gaggle of old women outside the CU, crying over Jeongguk while they give you fucking advice. It's all so mortifying. One of them rushes in and gets you some tissues for your mascara, while another insists on a slice of cake.
All dressed in mismatched florals and gilets, with perms to rival poodles, they're happily talking about your drama because "Eunyeon divorced her husband six years ago and there's only so many times we can hear about his new girlfriend" - although the latest scandal is that he's now seducing the lady who works in the tailor shop around the corner from your apartment. It's why the gaggle of gals are here - they wanted to scope her out.
Instead, they're now cooing over a picture of Jeongguk, agreeing how handsome he is.
"Men like him were made to break hearts," one of them sighs, which earns her a swat against the arm from a friend.
"Oh, shush, Minsu," one of them tuts. Squeezes your hand. " You were made to break hearts too."
They all agree. Nod.
"If I were your age, and I looked like you, I'd have a new boyfriend every week!" Jinnae, the lady who first complimented you and invited you to her gossip session, says.
"I don't even want a boyfriend," you whine. "I just wanted to get over my ex."
This is a fatal error on your part, for they then demand to see Seokjin, too - and if there's one thing Seokjin does better than any other man, it's winning the hearts of women beyond a certain age.
You half think Minsu might have a heart attack when she sees him.
"Men didn't look like this back in my day," she sighs after she's caught her breath. "Oh, honey. I feel sorry for you. I really do."
The pity party continues until one of them notices Eunyeon - the jilted wife - across the road. They make for a speedy escape. Can't be caught spying. Insist you join them for tea next week. Given the fact you've lost both Jeongguk and Danbi to the devil incarnate, what other plans could you possibly have?
When you finally arrive home, you sigh. Kick your shoes off. Get changed, and head straight for the shower. Need to wash Jeongguk off your skin.
And as you take off your necklace and rest the bird by your sink, you can't help but feel disappointed in Jeongguk. A little used.
You've been using one another, granted, that's never been a secret - but you've helped each other. Progressing as people. Healing . Now? Just feels like he was biding his time until Hayun was interested in him again.
Sinking down the wall of your shower, you sit with your knees to your chest, holding them tightly.
Just like Jeongguk still is, in his bedroom, right where you left him.
Your phones both vibrate at the same time - his on his desk, yours by the sink. It's the big group chat. The one with everyone - except Hayun (thank God).
The Usual Suspects [MYG, JJK...(+8)]
Yoongi : May 6th.
Namjoon :... What of it?
Yoongi : You're busy.
Namjoon :...?
Jimin : It's like 4 months away???
Yoongi : So? Keep it free.
Taehyung : ???!!!!!!
Seoyeon : what my darling husband-to-be means to say, is..... save the date!!!
Seoyeon : we've booked our venue!!!!!
Jimin : oh, holy shit
Nabi : AHHHHHHHHHH
Jeongguk : FINALLY!!!!
You : stop, i'll cry omg
Seoyeon : the venue is small - we'll tell you more about it when we see you next, but it means no plus ones :(
Yoongi : You're all single losers anyways...
Taehyung : Ahem.
Yoongi : It's been two weeks.
Danbi : Still counts x
And even though today has proved to you that even the purest of hearts can become weaponised, true love still exists; and what an honour it is to witness it.
Maybe one day, you'll get to experience it.
For now, you'll tuck the bird necklace in your jewellery box and ignore Jeongguk when he finally texts. You've muted your chat. Still check it constantly. Just in case.
You wait all night.
He doesn't text.
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