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Animal - 05

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: boxer jungkook | lots of sarcasm | smut Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: mentions of violence, drugs, sex… Again, really explicit sex.

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A/N: I’m backkkk! I wrote this and I wanted to post it asap, so here it is! Hope you like it <3 (my finals are over but this 2019 is being shit? yeah) Sorry if this part isn’t what you expected after a long time, it kind of introduces to the salseo that’s about to happen muahahah

Being around Jungkook was surprisingly easy.

And yes, you meant easy.

Easy as in, natural easy, as in breathing easy. No awkwardness, no beating around the bush with each other. You kept that back and forth between the two of you, that banter, that ‘we-hate-each-other’ relationship, and even if sometimes you wanted to rip Jungkook’s head off because he still was insufferable… It was all so easy with him.

And maybe that’s what made it all so difficult.

“Another one, please,” you said to the barman, raising your now empty glass.

Surprisingly, your liking for parties had improved too. Partying with the boys meant fun, laughing until your stomach hurt and waking up the next day with a headache that seemed less like a headache as soon as you read the texts a very drunk Jimin had sent to the group chat the night before – sometimes, it included awkward drunk selfies too, such a great material for blackmailing him later.

They had become some sort of a family to you through the last month and a half. When you weren’t at the hospital, or at the library trying to concentrate on your thesis, you were all either at Pizza Planet eating pizza and playing bowls, or at Taehyung’s apartment playing Mario Kart and drinking some beers. It was the laid-back group of friends you had never had, who would have thought that you would find them at some wrestling match?

“Thanks,” you smiled, grabbing your drink as the barman handed it to you. You grabbed a straw and took a quick sip.

Even though your opinion on Jungkook, parties and the boys had improved, your liking for tight dresses and high heels hadn’t.

If you had just ignored Evey when she had insisted on making you wear one of her glittery dresses… At least you had turned down those horribly uncomfortable-looking high heels.

With the free hand that wasn’t holding your drink, you pulled the hem of your – or Evey’s – dress and walked away from the bar.

Your eyes scanned the crowd in search of the spot where you had last seen your group of friends.

Everyone at the club was ready with their shimmery outfits, on point hairstyles and make-ups. You could feel the festive atmosphere, with Christmas decorations everywhere, a huge Christmas Tree right behind the DJ and some snowflakes hanging from the high ceiling, not to mention the creepy guy dressed as Santa that was walking around the place and taking selfies with people.

You scurried between the moving bodies, trying to keep your drink inside the glass.

“Sorry,” you kept mumbling. “Excuse me.”

It was the party that gave way to the start of Christmas Holidays, yeehaw! You couldn’t be happier, you had booked a train ticket to go back home and visit your family, spend your holidays with them, and hopefully take some time for yourself and your thesis. Evey and some of the boys were also going to spend the holidays with their respective families, so it was more of a ‘goodbye party’.

But you hadn’t gone to that party just because it was Christmas and it would be the last time you saw Evey and the boys in almost three weeks… You had gone because you knew Jungkook would be there too, and since you hadn’t been able to hang around that often during the last week, you wanted to see him too. Not that you would admit that to anyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” a voice calls you just as you’re about to go upstairs towards the booth were Evey and the rest are.

You turn around to find Sungho walking towards you, a glass of champagne on one hand, a pretty girl – way too young for him and that place – clinging to the other.

“Hi, Sungho,” you said, nodding politely just like anyone else would nod towards their boss. “Didn’t know you would be there.”

He simply smiled and raised his glass.

“I hope it’s been a pleasant surprise, then.”

“It sure has,” you smiled too. You had nothing against the man, but you didn’t know him that much to be pleased by his presence.

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked, making polite conversation as the girl traced her acrylic nails down his tie.

“Yeah, I was actually going back to our booth,” you said, raising your glass. “I just wanted another drink.”

He nodded.

“Evey told me you were going home to spend the holidays with your family,” he said. “I hope you come back for the re-start of Wrestling Season.”

You nodded your heard yes. Wrestling Season had taken a break at the end of November, and it would start once again at the end of February.

“Of course, I’m just going home for a couple of weeks.”

The conversation was starting to get awkward, and both Sungho and the girl were starting to get impatient.

“Have you seen Jungkook? I was looking for him,” Sungho suddenly said.

Your eyes widened.

“Jungkook? Oh… Eh… No, I haven’t seen him yet, but he should be here,” you said.

Sungho’s eyes turned a bit dark, but you mistook it as lust, as the girl placed a kiss on his neck.

“Okay, thanks Y/N,” he said. “I’ll see you around, then, have fun.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You nodded and watched them disappear amongst the crowd. You frowned a bit but shrugged and started walking towards the booth upstairs once again.

As you were climbing the stairs that lead to the private booths, you took your phone from your small purse. No texts from Jungkook.

You didn’t want to get anxious, but usually, he would have already texted you by then.

You lifted your eyes from the screen of your phone, that showed no new notifications, as you finished walking the stairs. On the left, there was a darker hallway that lead to the bathrooms. Two girls emerged from it, laughing and mumbling to each other as another figure stayed behind.

You stopped as you recognized that figure.

Jungkook hadn’t seen you yet, too self-absorbed keeping whatever it was that he was keeping in the pockets of his pants.

Fuck, he looked stunning. Dressed in all black, he almost became camouflaged with his surroundings.

Maybe, if you hadn’t been so blinded by lust and alcohol running through your veins, you would have thought something was off. But all you could do was stay there as the girls walked past you and stare in awe at the young man.

He noticed someone staring at him and lifted his eyes.

They met yours in a swirl of pure lust and desire, and fuck, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from drooling.

He leaned on the wall behind him, his hand finishing whatever it was doing inside his back pockets. His eyes drank in the sight of you, in a glittery, silver dress, scanning every inch and curve of your body. A body that not only his eyes, but his hands, had traced a hundredth times by then.

You stood there, waiting for him to approach you first.

Seeing you weren’t going to move, he smirked and pushed himself away from the wall, approaching you taking small steps.

He licked his lips, almost tasting you in them, his gaze anticipating what was going to happen next, like a hungry animal approaching its prey.

“You in a dress?” he scoffed, eyeing you up and down once again before setting his eyes on yours. “Is this real or am I dreaming?”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he would say that instead of something nice.

“The fact that I don’t usually wear dresses doesn’t mean that I don’t wear dresses at all,” you said in a mocking tone, your hands lifting to touch the material of his black turtleneck sweater. “And what’s with the turtleneck? Didn’t know you were into vintage style.”

Jungkook frowned and looked down at his sweater as he pulled your hand away from it.

“It makes me look classy and,” he paused to look at you, arching a brow, “hot.”

You rolled your eyes again and let out a breathy laugh. “Sure.”

Jungkook smirked, approaching you with slow steps.

“Don’t act as if you weren’t gaping at me just two minutes ago…”

“Says here…” you scoffed.

“I never said I didn’t find you incredibly hot in that dress,” he purred.

You playfully smacked his arm and took a step back, cheeks heating up.

“Anyways,” you said, clearing your throat and trying to change the topic of the conversation. “What were you doing? I thought you weren’t here yet.”

“Nothing, just catching up with some old friends.”

You frowned. Catching up with some friends, in the dark hallway that lead to the bathrooms of a club? You arched a brow, but said nothing, knowing that, if Jungkook didn’t want to tell you what he was doing, he wouldn’t tell you. For a moment you thought about the two girls and him… But he was free to do as he pleased, you two weren’t in a relationship and he didn’t owe you any explanation.

“Sungho is here too, I saw him some minutes ago,” you said. “He was looking for you.”

At that, Jungkook’s face changed and his gaze hardened.

You narrowed your eyes, but soon, Jungkook composed himself and laughed it off.

“What a way to ruing a party, our boss making an appearance,” he laughed.

He had never spoken about Sungho as his boss before, not in front of you, at least. You thought they were just partners. Sungho put the money Jungkook needed for the fights, promotions, material… and Jungkook earnt the money that made Sungho rich.

“We better go find the others,” Jungkook said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”

You stared at him for some more seconds until you shook your head and answered. “Yeah, sure.”

. . .

The small booth was packed with tension.

You and Jungkook sat on opposite sides of the private balcony, the darkness of the room not being enough to hide the glances Jungkook was throwing your way non-stop.

You shifted uncomfortably on your couch, trying to follow the conversation you were having with Evey and another friend she had invited.

“… Y/N!” you heard someone calling you.

Evey snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, trying to catch your attention. You blinked a few times before cursing and slapping her hand away from your face.

“What?” you said, tearing your eyes away from Jungkook’s.

“Are you even listening to us?” Evey asked.

“Clearly not, if you had to snap your fingers in front of my face to catch my attention,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even know why she’s still my friend,” Evey said to the other girl. “Anyways,” she said, her attention back on you. “I was asking you if you thought Wheein has a chance with Joon.”

You frowned, looking towards Namjoon. He was talking to some boys you had never seen before. There were a lot of people in that booth you didn’t know.

From time to time, Namjoon looked out of the corner of his eye towards the couch where the three of you were sitting.

You suppressed a small smirk.

“Well,” you said, raising your brows. “If he keeps trying to look here without turning his neck, his eyes will start spinning 360 degrees.”

“You think?” Wheein exclaimed, covering her lips with her hands.

You shrugged. “I know shit about boys, believe me, I’m the worst at deciphering them, but Namjoon is not exactly… Discreet.”

“Oh my God, what should I do?”

Evey laughed. “Go for it, girl.”

“But I came here with the both of you, I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

Evey frowned. “What are you talking about? There’s no thing as leaving a friend hanging when the possibility of hooking up with a hot guy is right in front of you.”

“I agree,” you said, nodding and unconsciously throwing a brief glance towards Jungkook.

He was drinking from his glass, legs sprawled out for everyone to contemplate the strong muscles of his thighs through his black pants. His eyes were focused on Jin, who was telling some story you couldn’t hear, but from the looks of everyone around him, it was something funny. It was as if your gaze burned him, his eyes finding yours through the mass of people in the booth.

You had to cross your leg and rub them together at the intense gaze Jungkook gave you, his eyes dark and shiny from behind his glass.

Gulping, your eyes snapped back to Evey, who was looking around with a frown on her face, trying to catch whomever you were staring at. She then looked at you, her eyes narrowing.

You quickly changed the topic.

“What are you waiting for?” you said, pushing Wheein off the couch.

Wheein stood up nervously.

“I… I don’t know…” she stuttered. “What if it goes wrong and he rejects me?”

“Don’t think about that and go,” you said, pushing her some more until she was stumbling against Namjoon.

You watched the two of them interact with a proud smile on your face.

“What’s going on?” Evey said, blinking a few times.

You blinked rapidly as you averted your eyes from Namjoon and Wheein laughing awkwardly, and looked at Evey.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N, I know you better than your mother does, spill,” Evey said, crossing her arms over your chest.

You gulped the rest of your drink, trying to think about a good answer.

You knew what she was referring to, but it was impossible she knew what was going on between you and Jungkook, you had been careful enough so no one would know.

Is not that you don’t want to tell her… Is just that… You don’t want to tell her. You were aware that Evey was the first person that encouraged you to sleep with Jungkook to get rid of that tension between the two of you, but if she knew that it had been more than once and that you were starting to feel weird about it all, she would give you one of those mother speeches you usually gave her.

You were too tipsy and turned on to have that kind of conversation then and there.

“Um…” you mumbled. “I’m peeing myself, I need to go to the bathroom.”

You stood up, trying to run away from that situation. Where the fuck was Taehyung when you needed him to keep Evey distracted?

“Oh, no, no,” Evey scoffed, standing up too.

“Pee!” you shouted, handing her your empty glass and running away from that private booth.

Panting, you arrived to the dark hallway where you had found Jungkook previously. You would have to tell Evey eventually, but you couldn’t find the right time to do so.

You were still trying to catch your breath when you heard footsteps approaching you, the sound louder than the muffled sound of music.

You lifted your eyes, Jungkook approaching you taking long strides.

Once he was in front of you, he trapped you against the wall, your back hitting it with a loud noise.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands already all over your body, groping, caressing, pinching… “I thought this moment would never arrive.”

“Ah… Jungkook,” you protested when he grabbed your ass with both hands, his tight grip hurting you a bit. “Stop being so rough.”

Jungkook hid his face in the crook of his neck and started biting and licking it as if he was a crazy man.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice muffled by your skin as he caressed your ass cheeks tenderly. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair. “But I can’t help myself, I’ve been going crazy staring at you from the opposite side of the booth and not being able to touch you.”

You laughed. Fuck. You were the one who was going crazy, if you already weren’t.

“If you keep groping my ass like that, as if it was some pizza dough, you’ll end up turning it all flabby.”

Jungkook laughed and lifted his head so his forehead was resting against yours.

“You know how much I love your ass,” he said, the word love causing your heart to jump inside your chest.

You really were screwed.

He kept staring at you with those fierce eyes of his, burning you, making you feel as if a thousand fireworks were exploding inside your belly, and turning your legs into wobbly limbs.

“I know,” you smirked, rather shyly.

It brought a smile to his lips, one of his hands travelling from your ass to the front of your dress, until it was tracing circles on top of one of your breasts.

“And this dress… Fuck,” he growled, his eyes looking at the hand that was moving all over your breasts. “You look so hot tonight, baby.”

You bit your lower lip at that. He only called you baby when he was really, really horny.

“Ah yeah?” you teased him. “You didn’t think the same when you first saw me tonight, laughing at me.”

“You laughed at my turtleneck too.”

“Yeah, but you laughed at me first.”

“Well, I laughed because if I didn’t, I would have cum all over my pants,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

Some people walked past you, towards the bathroom, mumbling as they stared at the two of you. But neither you or Jungkook gave a single fuck about them.

You arched a brow. “It sounds like a lame excuse.”

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh. “Do you want me to show you how much I like this dress, Y/N? Hmm?”

You gulped, as he pressed his front against yours, his erection pressing into your lower abdomen.

“Do you?” he repeated, letting the words caress the shell of your ear.

“Yeah,” you breathed, a smirk already drawn over your lips.

Jungkook gasped in your ear, something that looked like a suppressed moan.

“But not here, I’m not fucking you in a bathroom once again,” you said, hands still caressing Jungkook’s scalp.

“Sure,” he nodded, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, trying to calm himself. When he lifted his head and his eyes stared into yours once again, he had a huge smirk all over his lips. “But you say it as if you didn’t enjoy it when I fucked you in the bathroom upstairs.”

His head pointed towards the ceiling, and you immediately knew what he was referring to.

“I enjoyed it,” you shrugged. “But I have my preferences.”

He smiled and let his head hang low, his hands coming to accommodate his erection inside his pants.

“I’ll grab our things, wait for me in here,” he said.

A few minutes later, he was leading towards his car, parked in the parking lot of the club. The both of you got inside the black car and Jungkook pulled off the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” you mindlessly asked once you saw he wasn’t going in the direction of your neighborhood.

“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes looking at you as his left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Where are we going?” you repeated, looking back at him.He smiled softly, staring back at the road ahead of him.

“To my apartment,” he simply answered.

You tried to hide how your eyes widened. He had never brought you to his apartment, and he had never even mentioned it, offered it so the boys could hang out in there. It was his private space, his little secret.

“It’s closer from here,” he said, hearing your silence. “And I can’t wait any longer.”

Of course it was because of that, but still…

“Are you okay with it? If you don’t want to, I can drive us to your apartment...”

“No,” you said, a bit too quickly for your liking. You shook your head as if to emphasize your words. “It’s okay. If you’re okay with it, I am too.”

Jungkook’s apartment – if you could call it that – was nothing like you had imagined it. It was located in the last floor of an old building in the outskirts of the city. It was an open space, kitchen, living room and bedroom in sight as soon as you opened the front door. The walls were made of red bricks, big picture windows covering some of them. It wasn’t anything like you had pictured Jungkook’s place, yet, it screamed him from every corner.

“You like it?” he said, closing the front door.

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking off your shoes as you walked further into the apartment, dark wooden floor cold beneath your feet. “I just… Didn’t imagine it like this.”

“And how did you imagine it?” he hummed, suddenly his arms wrapping around your frame as he rested his chin on your shoulder, placing open mouthed kisses on the skin that wasn’t covered by the dress.

“Hmm…” you mumbled. “Dunno… Smaller? Dirtier? Uglier?”

He laughed and spun you around so you were facing him. He didn’t bother switching the lights on, the moonlight that seeped through the windows being more than enough.

“What?” he asked, arching a brow. “You thought I lived in a sty?”

You laughed too.

“More or less,” you teased, a smirk on your face seeing how his eyes were fixed on your lips.

He took a step closer to you, his body flush against yours.

“More or less…” he repeated, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I see…”

His hands traced your back, playing with the zipper of your dress. He grabbed it, yanking it downwards in one movement.

“Fucking hell, Jungkook,” you growled, hands flying to your back. “If you break it, I swear… It’s Evey’s dress!”

“Oops,” Jungkook smirked. “I think she will have to buy a new one.”

“You broke it?” you squealed, your hands finding the zipper.

In the meantime, Jungkook had been pushing the both of you around his loft. When the back of your knees hit the bed, he stopped.

“Don’t panic,” he laughed. “After all I’m planning on doing to you tonight, Evey won’t want it anymore.”

You glared at him. “What if I tear that turtleneck of yours? Would you like it?”

Jungkook pushed you until you fell on the bed, sitting with him standing in between your legs. You looked up at him.

“I wouldn’t mind it, to be honest, I would love to see you tearing up my clothes.”

“You’re so kinky, Jeon Jungkook,” you laughed. “You know that?”

“I know, but you love it so much,” he whispered, his index finger and thumb caressing your chin.

You bit your lower lip, that back and forth between the two of you being the best foreplay for you.

Your whole body on fire, you placed your hands on his thighs and started tracing them upwards. He placed his hands on your forearms, caressing them as you reached the waistband of his pants.

“You’re kinky too,” he said, breaking the soft silence that had filled the apartment.

You smirked, unbuttoning his pants and dragging the zipper down, trying to remain calm. But you were far from feeling calm, the flames licking inside your body and threatening to burn you alive.

“You try to hide it beneath that good girl façade, but we both know that’s far from the truth,” he kept saying, his hands caressing your arms from the wrist to the shoulder and back to the wrist.

With a hard pull, you dragged his pants down his toned legs until they were pooling around his feet.

You looked upwards, your hands coming up to palm the front of his black boxers.

“I don’t have any good girl façade,” you argued, arching a brow.

“Not so sure about that,” he laughed, his hand now grabbing a strand of your hair and placing it behind your ear. “You act like you’re so demure and shy, and look at you now, sitting in my bed with a torn dress, about to suck my cock.”

You rolled your eyes, circling your hand around his cock with force as if to show him your disagreement with his words.

“Oh,” you said in a low tone, your other hand taking off his boxers. “But being shy and demure has nothing to do with sucking cock, that’s such a fucking sexist stereotype, I was hoping you already knew that by now,” you purred.

That being said, you dragged his boxers all the way down his legs and leaned closer to his member, in full swing right in front of you. He was completely hard, and you smiled, knowing that the back and forth between you both was as pleasing to him as it was to you.

“I’m starting to see,” he smiled, looking down at you.

Your index finger traced the vein that ran down the side of his member, the skin flushed and warm. You unconsciously wetted your lips as your eyes ate in the sight in front of you. It was a sight to admire though, his cock standing upright all ready for you, a complete work of art.

One of his hands came up to your chin and made you lift your head.

“Look at me while you put my cock inside your mouth,” he demanded, in that authoritarian tone of his that never failed to turn you on.

You did as he said and looked up at him with innocent eyes while you slowly encircled his member with your mouth. You didn’t know who had the best view, if him, with you at his mercy, his cock inside your mouth as you battled your eyelashes at him; or you, his chest heaving, bangs falling onto his face as he let his head hung, dark eyes focused on your lips.

Moaning, you forced yourself to take him deeper until you felt him against your palate, the hand that wasn’t caressing one of his thighs, grabbing the base of his cock and pumping it slowly. You were caressing him so much that night, it was as if your body ached when it wasn’t touching his, your fingertips numb when they weren’t caressing his skin.

“That’s it, fuck,” he growled, not tearing his eyes away from yours, and of course, as the “good girl” you were, you didn’t tear your eyes from his either. “Take it, baby, take it all the way down your throat.”

You breathed all the air you could from your nose, the hand that was grabbing his erection pushing it deeper inside your mouth until you could feel it against the back of your throat.

You watched as Jungkook clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, his head snapping backwards until all you could see was his chin. A loud moan filled the apartment, and fuck, you loved how vocal he was.

“Fuccck…”

Your lungs started to ache from the lack of oxygen, and your throat clenched uncomfortably against his girth, making you gag and pull him out of you.

Blinking away the tears, you pumped him, spreading your saliva all over him.

“You’re being so good to me tonight,” you heard him, caressing your scalp and pushing your hair away from your face. “So good…”

You looked up at him, glad that he looked as fucked up as you did. His lower lip was an angry red color, swollen from all the biting he had been doing. He couldn’t get any prettier.

“I’m always good,” you murmured, teasing him like you knew he loved.

Jungkook laughed, one of his hands cupping your cheek and his thumb wiping the tears away.

“Will you keep being a good girl then?” he asked, voice sugary.

You nodded, your hand speeding its movements. He was really turned on, and from the color of his tip and how much precum was leaking from it, you could tell he was close to his release. But Jungkook knew how to control himself, which was a torture to him at the same time.

“Good,” he hummed. “Then, take your hands off my cock, place them on the bed, behind your back.”

You complied, your eyes never leaving his.

“That’s it, no touching,” he demanded. “Now open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.”

You parted your lips, tongue out for him to place his cock on it.

He grabbed his erection by the base, whacking your tongue with it repeatedly. In between wet sounds and his soft moans, you could hear the wind blowing outside and some soft music sounding in the distance.

Without warning, his soft movements turned into rough ones and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head backwards and slamming his cock inside your mouth with force. You suppressed a gag, closing your eyes to relax yourself a bit.

You felt a slap on one of your cheeks, and then, a hand grabbing both of your cheeks with strength.

“What did I say about looking at me while I put my cock inside your mouth?” Jungkook growled, shaking your head until you were looking back at him.

Your eyes were teary when you opened them, and your vision blurry.

He wiped away the tears with his free hand.

“Keep your eyes open,” he demanded, letting go off your face to grab your hair once again.

You tried to adjust to him in the meantime, taking a deep breath and filling your lungs.

His cock pumped in and out of your mouth at an animalist pace, and you knew that if he kept going at it like that, he would be cumming inside your mouth in less than a minute.

You let him do as he pleased, trusting him with all your soul.

He felt you relaxing around him and took that as an opportunity to slam into you until your nose was almost touching his lower abdomen. He obliged you to stay like that for some seconds, until you couldn’t take it anymore and gagged, your hands flying to his thighs to pull yourself away from him.

You gasped for air and coughed once his cock was out of your mouth, a stripe of saliva joining your lower lip and his tip.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring down at you, his hand letting go off your hair and caressing the back of your head.

With your hands still placed on his thighs, you nodded.

You looked up and nodded once more, to reassure him. You could feel your panties sticking to your skin from how turned on you were.

“You’re being so good to me, so good,” he reassured you, slapping your cheeks softly a few times. “So, so good.”

With his other hand, he started pumping himself again, his cock coated in your saliva.

The look on his eyes was one of pure adoration, the entire Milky Way locked in his eyes as he stared down at you. You wondered if your eyes looked as shiny as his, or if it was just your imagination and the reflection of the moonlight all over him.

He grabbed your head once again and you immediately opened your mouth, letting him put his girth inside your mouth once again. Your hands stayed glued to his thighs, feeling how they clenched and unclenched with each thrust.

He was starting to sweat, his bangs damp and darker as they stuck to his forehead.

As he stayed unmoving inside your mouth, you taking deep breaths not to gag again, you clenched your throat around him.

As if you had burnt him, he pulled away from you and grabbed his cock, keeping a tight grip around the base.

“Fuck, that nearly made me cum,” he panted.

You laughed, and your body moved on its own when you leaned closer to him and started peppering kisses all over his abdomen and hip bones. They were tender and soft, so soft he could barely feel them, except for the tingly sensation they left on his skin.

You blamed it all on the alcohol, but you knew you hadn’t drunk enough to put the blame on anything that wasn’t you that night.

Just like you had hoped he didn’t notice your caresses, you hoped he didn’t pay attention to your kisses. That night, your brain wasn’t controlling your body.

As Jungkook regained his breath and composure, you stood up and pushed him a bit backwards.

Jungkook placed his head on your shoulder, gasping. His hands grabbed your hips and pressed your body closer to his.

No words were exchanged, just you and him, breathing.

He took off your dress and threw it across the room, mumbling something about loving it when you didn’t wear a bra underneath your clothes.

“I hope Evey won’t miss it too much,” you laughed, letting him push you backwards and throw you on the bed.

You dragged yourself further into the bed until your head was resting on the pile of cushions that adorned it.

With want, you watched how Jungkook took his sweater off, standing naked in all his glory at the feet of the bed.

He crawled on the bed and went straight for your panties, rubbing his nose against their front.

“Are you wet?” he asked you, arching a brow as he looked up at you.

He had done the same thing a hundredth times, yet, his intense gaze and lustful expression always made you feel as if it was the first. The first time he was seeing your body, touching and tasting it.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your hands pushing back his wet bangs.

He smirked and hummed as he pushed your panties aside. The first swipe of his tongue over your folds, sent a shiver down your spine, your back arching.

“Hmm… You are really wet,” he hummed, blowing hot air over your delicate skin. He then lifted his eyes and stared at you. “Does sucking my cock turn you on that much?”

You couldn’t help but moan. You were rather shy when it came to telling how you felt during sex, but the words just slipped out of your mouth like dripping water.

“Yeah, it does…” you mumbled.

Jungkook growled and brought his face closer to you until his nose was caressing your pubic bone.

Holding the inside of your thighs so you wouldn’t close your legs, he started licking at your folds once again, paying special attention to your clit. His hums could be felt, reverberating across your skin.

You kept your eyes closed, feeling as if you were floating above the clouds, your body light and your heart so heavy it could bring you back to earth. You knew it was a dangerous feeling, but you pushed it aside as Jungkook’s tongue swirled around your entrance.

Your hands still locked on his hair, you brushed it with your fingertips. With your other arm, you propped yourself up on one elbow and watched him with hooded eyes. Your moans were becoming louder, and keeping your legs apart was being really difficult.

“Are you going to cum?” Jungkook asked, his voice muffled.

You bit your lower lip, your eyes finding his in the dim light of the room.

You just nodded, afraid that you would scream if you opened your mouth.

Jungkook brought one of his hands under his body, searching for his still erect cock and pumping it rapidly.

The sight was one you wanted to capture and keep it forever with you, so erotic and beautiful.

“J… Jungkook,” your voice trembled, and you didn’t have enough strength to hold yourself up anymore, so you let yourself fall limply onto the bed.

It was as if time stilled and blood stopped running through your veins when Jungkook pulled away from you as you were about to reach your high.

“What the f – “ you began.

But Jungkook was already crawling over you, rolling a condom on as he did so. He placed both of his hands on your hips and spun you around until you were lying on your stomach, your head almost bumping against the headboard had it not been for your left hand, that cushioned the impact.

He was caging you in with both of his thighs, not letting you part your legs.

“Shh…” he whispered in your ear. “Now you’re wet enough.”

You rolled your eyes, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

Hoisting himself on the headboard with one hand, and the other grabbing your waist, keeping you pressed against the bed, he thrusted you in one harsh movement. He was caging you in with both of his thighs

You clenched your teeth and closed your eyes, your hand slowly slipping from the headboard as you placed your forehead against it.

Jungkook started to move without waiting for you to adjust to him.

You started gasping for air at his animalistic pace, your body sliding upwards on the bed with each thrust, your upper body nearly flush against the headboard.

You could hear the sounds of Jungkook’s skin slapping against your ass cheeks, the sounds of the headboard colliding against the brick wall behind it, his low growls and your gasps.

Jungkook’s hand started molding your ass cheeks, parting them so he could see how easily he slid in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled in between thrusts. “And I love how your ass look from this position. I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now. Fuck, baby…”

He pressed his forehead against the back of your neck, slowly kissing your spine. You could feel his sweat dripping on your skin.

“Hmpf,” you mumbled, hiding your face in the pillows and holding tightly onto them.

In that position, you could feel him stretching you out like he had never done. You couldn’t get enough of him, and you were starting to accept the fact that you never would.

Your moans encouraged him, to go even faster and harder, until it came to a point where all you wanted to do was scream. Knuckles turning white from the strength with which you were grabbing the pillows, your first orgasm reached you, so sudden and strong, it felt like a tsunami.

Your walls clenched around Jungkook, letting him know you had reached your climax, your back arching before going completely rigid, the rest of your body limp.

Jungkook kept fucking you, in and out, quick and slow, hard and brutal.

When he saw you weren’t saying anything, he leaned closer to your ear, all his weight resting on you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You didn’t even have enough strength to nod with your head.

Jungkook pulled out of you and grabbed your neck, forcing you to lift your upper body.

“Answer me,” he demanded, face searching yours.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his hand holding your neck tightly.

“Y… yeah, I’m… I’m fine,” you stuttered, unable to breathe properly.

Jungkook spanked both of your ass cheeks before letting go of your neck and wrapping his hand around your chin and jaw instead. He stuffed his thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it willingly.

“You sure? Can you take it?”

You nodded once again, scraping the skin of his finger with your teeth.

Jungkook cursed under his breath and pushed himself away from you.

In a quick movement, he had you on your back once again, body hovering over yours.

Your sweaty face and reddened cheeks in full display for him. You bit your lip while his eyes scanned your entire face, drinking in the sight of you and engraving it in his memory.

He pushed himself inside you once again, your warm walls welcoming him as you flinched a bit at the feeling of being full once again.

He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them over your head. He held them in place with one hand, the other travelling down to grab your bouncing breasts, to scrape the skin of your abdomen slowly, to caress your arms or press against your neck.

He was near, you could feel him.

He let his body fall onto yours, his chest flush against yours as he let go of your hands and you brought them to his back, tracing ever muscle and curve of it.

“I’m not gonna last…” he whispered, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Me neither,” you mumbled, feeling a second orgasm approaching.

He lifted his face and smirked at you.

“Am I that good that I can make you cum twice?” he asked, arching a brow.

You let out a breathy laugh, staring at him.

“You shouldn’t be so full of yourself, Jeon Jungkook,” you smirked. “I said I wasn’t going to last long, not that –“

He gave a specific deep thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spot, and causing you to shut up immediately.

“Hmpf…” you said through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I’m…”

“What did you say about –?”

It was his turn to shut up abruptly when you started cumming around him, your walls clenching spasmodically. Your back arched until your breasts were pressed against his pectorals, and you grabbed his biceps with strength.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I wanna cum all over you.”

“Cum all over me, Jungkook,” you said, still in your peak.

You propped your head up on the cushions as you felt him pulling out of you, your core aching from the sudden emptiness.

Jungkook sat on the back of his legs, taking the condom off in a rush with one hand as he started pumping himself with the other.

You stared at him as he clenched his jaw and let himself go, his cum landing on your abdomen and chest on white spurts of semen. You reached out to touch his abdomen, clenching and unclenching underneath your fingers as he came.

Once he had started to calm down, he rolled on the other side of the bed, landing on his back right next to you.

You both stayed like that, the apartment suddenly overcome with a thick silence, only interrupted by your erratic breaths. You watched the shadows the moon casted inside the apartment. They looked like the shadows of your room, but somehow bigger and darker.

“Fuck,” Jungkook said after a long pause. “That was…”

“Wild?” you asked, looking at him with a smirk on your face.

You could see the defined curve of his nose as he stared at the ceiling.

“Insane, fucking insane,” he agreed, turning his head to stare back at you. “What the fuck has gotten into us?”

You shrugged, brushing away your hair from your face.

“Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year for a reason,” you joked.

“Right,” Jungkook laughed, standing up from the bed.

As he walked around the apartment, naked, your eyes couldn’t stay away from his form. He disappeared behind a glass wall. It was opaque, so you could see nothing through it.

He returned with a towel. He passed it to you and you cleaned yourself up.

He looked at you as you cleaned yourself.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight?” he asked, his eyes never leaving you.

You tried to act as if you were unaffected by his offer. It was not the first time you slept together, but it was the first time it felt different. It was the first time he asked you.

“I don’t feel like dressing myself once again and driving you home, what do you think?” he quickly explained himself after hearing no answer from you.

You shrugged, standing up and handing him the towel back, grabbing your panties from the floor.

Nearly half an hour and ten silly jokes later, you found yourself lying on your side on Jungkook’s bedroom, looking at his back as he slept facing away from you. You were in too deep for you to keep denying it, and you only had two options. You either faced the music, or you stayed away from him.

. . .

“Yeah, who’s it?” you heard Evey’s voice say before she could fully open the door to her apartment.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted when she saw you standing on her doorstep, hair a complete mess because you had no hair ties with you and you had no way to hide it with a bun. You were still wearing the pair of heels you had worn the previous night, that paired with a baggy hoodie and some grey sweatpants made you look like JLo in Jenny from the block.

Let’s sum it up: you looked like shit – a total insult to JLo, who still rocked those outfits in Jenny from the block.

“What are you doing here? And…” she paused, looking you up and down as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “And what the fuck are you wearing?”

Pressing the glittery dress you had been holding in your hands on her chest, you strolled past her and walked into her apartment.

“The zipper’s broken,” you said, taking those horrible high heels off. “I’ll pay you for it… Or I’ll buy you another dress, whatever you want… Maybe I would throw it away if I were you.”

Evey stood on the doorsill with her mouth opening and closing every now and then, not knowing what to do and still hungover from the previous night.

Finally, she shut the door and walked towards you, a look of pure confusion on her face.

“Care to explain what’s going on?” Evey said, head peeking through the back of the couch in which you were lying looking at the ceiling. “I barely woke up five minutes, my mind’s too slow and hungover now to explain anything.”

“Is Taehyung home?” you asked.

“No, he went back to his apartment last night. He had some things to do,” Evey explained. “Anyway, don’t beat around the bush. What’s going on? Why are you dressed like… Like that? Where the fuck did you go last night? I went crazy searching for you and you weren’t answering my calls! And what the fuck happened to my dress?!”

You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

“Jungkook broke it,” you sighed.

“Jungkook?” Evey asked, even more confused than before. “Jungkook? What the fuck does Jungkook have to do with my dress?”

You sat yourself up on her couch, opening your eyes and staring at her. You had never looked at anyone so intensely, and that was freaking Evey out.

“What does he…?” Evey kept asking, now more to herself than to you. “Jungkook?” her eyes travelled around the floor of her apartment, and when they stopped and landed back on you, you knew she had joined all the pieces of the puzzle. “Y/N…”

Before she could say anything else, words started dripping from your mouth like water.

“I’ve been sleeping with Jungkook for over a month now and I think I’ve caught feelings for him.”

“Sleeping with him?!” Evey shouted, her eyes wide as saucers, ready to spill from their sockets. “For over a month now?! What the fuck? Y/N!” she glared at you as she screamed your name. “And… Wait, what? You’ve caught feelings for him?!”

You closed your eyes and shook your head.

“I’m sorry for being such a shitty friend and not telling you sooner, I thought that if I kept it a secret it would be easier when it was over, that the group wouldn’t be affected by it and that I… That I wouldn’t get too involved if I treated it as if it was nothing,” you said without even pausing to take a breath. You opened your eyes, stinging a bit from the unshed tears. “But here I am, crying over a boy I should be hating... I’m sorry, I’m so stupid.”

Evey’s face went from confused, to angry, to sad in a couple of seconds, and before your brain could register it, she was launching herself on the couch and caging you in a tight hug.

“No, hun, why are you crying? Don’t cry,” she said as you nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck.

“I’m not crying,” you stubbornly said, your voice muffled by the cozy sweater she was wearing. “I’m just shedding some tears.”

Evey laughed a bit and brought her hands to your back as she started tracing circles over it.

“Well, don’t shed some tears. You’re not stupid, and I’m definitely not mad at you for not telling me that sooner, I was just… A bit shocked, to be honest.”

“I won’t blame you if you’re mad, I’d totally understand it.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that, you know I’m not mad at you…”

He pushed your shoulders until she was staring at your face, ugly tears running down your cheeks.

You sniffled your snot and wiped away the tears from your face. “But… But I always tell you everything, and I’ve been avoiding you lately because if you saw me you would know something weird was going on, and I felt so guilty but… I just couldn’t.”

“Y/N,” Evey called you. “Look at me.”

You did as she said, lifting your gaze so you could look at her.

“I’m not mad at you, you needed your time to tell me, I respect that,” she whispered, helping you in your task of wiping the tears from your face. “You ended up telling me anyway.”

“I guess so…” you shrugged, her words not really making you feel less guilty.

“But I’m still a bit shocked to be honest…” she mumbled. “I mean, I knew Jungkook was after you and that there was an incredibly huge sexual tension between you both, but I thought you’d never give in.”

“Well, I did give in, damn me please! I should have listened to myself and stayed away from that twat!”

Evey’s eyes widened again at your sudden outburst of anger.

“Whoa! He better not have hurt you! Has he done something to you, because I’m gonna kill him if that’s so –“

You interrupted her as she started to get up from the couch in her angry speech.

“Wait no” you cried, surrounding her upper arm with both hands. “He did nothing… That’s the worst part.”

And just like that, you were crying again.

As you cried on her lap for the second time that evening, Evey asked herself if she was still drunk from all that Ukrainian vodka she had drunk the night before, or if it was all real.

When you had calmed a bit, Evey pushed away all the hair that had fallen over your face.

“I… I don’t understand anything, Y/N,” Evey said, shaking her head. “Why are you crying then?”

You lifted yourself up from the couch, shaking your head.

“Because I think I’m in love with Jungkook,” you sniffled.

Evey’s eyes lit up. “What? But being in love isn’t a bad thing at all!”

You shook your head no once again. “No, you don’t understand it. I can’t fall in love with Jungkook, I can’t fall in love with someone like him. I knew this was going to happen, that’s why I didn’t want to sleep with Jungkook in the first place, but then it happened and I just… I couldn’t stop.”

Evey grabbed your wrist and forced you to take a seat on the couch next to her.

“Breathe girl, relax a bit.”

You couldn’t breathe, not when everything was weighing down on you like a ton of rocks over your shoulders. Having told Evey what you were feeling had somehow made you feel more at peace, but it didn’t solve all your problems.

“If you want to, you can explain it all to me, if not, I’ll be here to support you whatever happens.”

You sighed. You were being chaotic and probably, overdramatic.

“The night we all hung out at Taehyung’s apartment and then went to that new club, Jungkook and I… Well, we argued a bit. Nothing new. But suddenly he looked so sexy and I remembered your words about the sexual tension and I… I gave in and I slept with him, and I kept sleeping with him after that. We agreed on being just two people who have sex with each other because they both enjoyed it, and for once in my life I thought that it may work, I mean, how could I fall for someone like Jungkook? But… Here I am, a month and a half later,” you stopped talking to take a deep breath, Evey glancing at the floor. “I know I’ve always said I’m someone who wears their hear on their sleeve, and that I caught feelings to soon… I was just stupid to think it wouldn’t happen with Jungkook. This is all my fault.”

“This is not your fault,” Evey growled, suddenly looking angry as she glanced back at you. “You don’t choose who you love and who you don’t, you simply do, and you should be proud you have such a big heart.”

You shook your head no. “It’s not that it’s –“

“I know, I know… It’s not that you’re not proud of feeling things for people, it’s just that you’re not proud of feeling things for Jungkook… Have you thought about telling him?”

“And having him reject me?” you exclaimed. “No, thanks.”

“You don’t know if he’ll reject you or not if you don’t try!”

“C’mon Evey, you already know me… I’ve never confessed to anyone because I’m too afraid they’ll reject me. I’d rather keep quiet and distance myself from them.”

“So, why don’t you distance yourself from Jungkook then?”

You bit your lower lip, now averting your eyes from her as you felt your cheeks reddening.

“Because I don’t want to… He… I… I mean…” you shook your head, growling when you couldn’t find the words to express yourself. “I feel so good when I’m with him, not only in a physical way. He’s so funny and… I don’t know if I’m seeing things, but I feel as if he’s much more than he lets on.”

Evey stayed quiet for a bit.

“Jungkook’s always been a quiet kid, ever since I first started seeing Tae and he introduced me to the boys. I mean, he’s not quiet because he never keeps that mouth of his shut, but he never speaks about himself or let people know him. He talks about videogames and fights and girls, but he never talks about himself… The fact that he has let you see him in a way he has never let anyone do… It has to mean something.”

“I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Evey smiled softly as she looked at you.

“Listen Y/N,” she said, grabbing one of your hands. “You’re one of the strongest and kindest women I know. You act all tough and you use humor as your barrier, but behind all that, there’s a beautiful human being wishing to love and be loved. You deserve all the good things that happen to you. If he’s not able to see that, then he’s blind and stupid and screwed.”

You let a soft laugh escape from your lips.

“If you think keeping it a secret from him it’s what’s best for you, then go ahead and keep doing what you do without telling him how you feel,” she kept talking. “If you can’t keep it from him anymore, then you have two other options, you either avoid him or you tell him.”

You shook your head. “What if he rejects me?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“I don’t even know what option scares me more anymore…” you sighed.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

You considered yourself to be a very brave person, independent and confident in what you did… So why was Jungkook the exception to all your rules?

“Think about it during winter holidays, okay? Go home and rest with your family, you’ll have his stupid ass once again when you come back.”

You smiled and hugged Evey. What would you have done without her?

“But think about it, okay? Don’t chicken out.”

“I never chicken out!” you protested.

“I know,” she smiled devilishly at you.

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Unknown Number 6:58 where's the dog food?

Caroline Penvenen 6:59 oh what the fuck sorry you must have the wrong number- i have dog food but maybe not what you're looking for?

Unknown Number 7:00 Ross quit playing I know it's early but I have a shift!! Where's the damn dog food I need the damn dog food. It's your bloody dog I'm pet sitting I just can't believe

Caroline Penvenen 7:02 can absolutely guarantee this isn't ross ! sorry xx

Unknown Number 7:03 Oh. No Ross would never use kisses I'm so sorry But you wouldn't know where my mate Ross has put the dog food?

Caroline Penvenen 7:05 do i look like i would

Unknown Number: 7:05 Potentially, I can't actually see you

Caroline Penvenen 7:06 touché xx

Unknown Number 7:09 You can't say someone doesn't look like something when you can't see them

Caroline Penvenen 7:10 what

Unknown Number 7:10 Never mind

Caroline Penvenen 7:12 no i wanna understand come onnnnnnnnnnnn :( X

Unknown Number 7:20 Search memes Just to let you know! Found the dog food!

Caroline Penvenen 7:21 you use way too many exclamation marks gives a girl a headache but congrats on the dog food, stranger x

Unknown Number 7:23 I think we are more than strangers now. And if I didn't have a shift starting in about a quarter of an hour, I would definitely tell you a little bit about myself So bye Until then Stranger

Caroline Penvenen 7:45 omg no i was in the shower come backkkk my name is caroline and i am tall blonde and handsome!!!!!

Caroline Penvenen 10:10 fuck Caroline stared down at her phone screen. Who cares if they woke her up at the crack of dawn, she really thought they had something going there.

She sighed, truth was, she was really lonely. She had some half arsed friendships with Demelza and her so called boyfriend Ross but after cutting her family out, she was left with very little to do. A text on her phone was rare.

She sat watching Horace dig a hole in his bed and she sighed, deciding sitting on her phone waiting for the stranger to text back was just too sad to contemplate.

Didn't mean she wasn't going to do it.

She had put her hair in a messy bun but lay in bed still, her MacBook in its Cath Kidston case on her lap as she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to look at “memes.”

She got a text from Demelza asking if she wanted to come to a party tonight- there was someone she might want to meet.

Fed up of terrible matchmaking, Caroline declined without a second thought.

This was just about the worst party Dwight had ever been to.

It was one of those ones, you know the ones where everyone who is invited as a bit of an agenda, where people are invited tactically rather than because they're actually liked.

And he was actually done with watching the sad affair that was George Warleggan and Ross Poldark’s relationship as he sighed, sinking into the couch with his lukewarm beer and phone in hand. After an 8 hour shift he'd pretty much like to be anywhere else.

“Hey!” Demelza sat down, speaking drunk and enthusiastically. “Having a great night?”

“Yeah.” Dwight replied half heartedly.

“Well you look like you're having a shit night.” She leaned in closer. “Youwannaknowasecret?”

“Last time you told me a secret Demelza it was that you were wearing granny pants.”

“And I still am!! Anyway. I know you're so depressed and lonely and your only friend is Ross’s dog who he lets you pet sit because you're lonelyyyyy.”

Dwight would contest this later. “Continue.”

“So I invited my beautiful model friend to set you two up and she RSVP’d no… how sad!”

She continued to babble but Dwight was looking down at his phone where he'd just received a text.

Unknown Number 22:06 found a meme btw when they don't text you later xx

“Yeah.” Dwight smiled up at Demelza. “Tragic.”

Caroline was sat on her bed, watching Ten Things I Hate About You and contemplating how Kat was a feminist icon when she got the text.

Unknown Number 22:07 I am at the world’s worst party so at least I can be happy knowing I taught you about memes.

Caroline Penvenen 22:07 omg spill how awkward is the party! It’s probably more fun than my night that i spent alone with m&s pasta and illegal streaming websites for films js not porn never porn X

Unknown Number 22:10 I just changed your number in my phone to “Unknown who is NOT using porn”

Caroline Penvenen 22:13 that is way too long i am changing yours to stranger plus you know my name is caroline !!!!!!!!

Stranger 22:14 silly me “caroline who is NOT using porn”

Caroline Penvenen 22:15 have fun explaining that to anyone that sees your phone xxx

Stranger 22:18 After much thought and consideration “Caroline”

Caroline Penvenen 22:22

Stranger 22:23 I regret telling you to research memes.

Caroline Penvenen 22:30 goodnight stranger X

When Dwight opens his phone about 24 hours later after perhaps the longest shift of his life, he’s bombarded with about 37 texts from Caroline.

Dwight Enys 22:00 Sorry I’ve been working all day! Hope you had a good one.

Caroline 22:01 what are you?? batman?

Dwight Enys 22:03 Close, I’m a doctor.

Caroline 22:05 wHAT that’s so cool what a wonderful day for saving lives people!!

Dwight Enys 22:08 What?

Caroline 22:08 it’s grey’s anatomy!!! you would definitely be dr mcsteamy or mcdreamy or whatever i don’t know i don’t watch it

Dwight Enys 22:10 Imagine though like Dr Dwight McSteamy hahaha

Caroline 22:10 dWIGHT your name is DWIGHT that’s adorable really you sound like a little old man that reads newspapers and puts too much milk in his tea

Dwight Enys 22:13 Well not that far from the truth… I mean how much milk is too much milk

Caroline 22:15

Dwight Enys: 22:16 Ok that tea looks cold for a start Not really fair on me But yeah Would drink Ps. Does this mean you’re in love with me??????

Caroline 22:17 you’re disgusting p.s. piss offfff takes more than that to charm caroline penvenen.

Dwight tried to fight it but he was just too curious. He turned the Facebook app on and was ready to scan for infinite Caroline Penvenens.

Turns out it didn’t take him that long.

Caroline Penvenen

25 mutual friends including Ross Poldark and Demelza Carne

Dwight was absolutely stunned.

Like literally stunned.

He scanned through her photos even back to 2008 and she was still the most flawless human being he had ever seen. It couldn’t be the right Caroline.

It just couldn’t be,

How did Demelza and Ross even know her? How hadn’t he heard about her?

Well to be honest, he did massively zone out of all of their conversations.

Her profile was surprisingly open and he saw the last place she’d checked in was about five minutes from his house.

Not that he was stalking.

“Oh my god.” He sighed. “I’m being catfished by some kind of ethereal woman.”

Caroline 22:35 ok have given you adequate stalking time!!!! did you find me!!

Dwight Enys 22:37 Ok Caroline this is going to sound so weird but… You know Ross and Demelza??

Caroline 22:38 um yes i didn’t realise you’d stalked me with that much intensity should i be worried?

Dwight Enys 22:41 Oh God no sorry let me explain myself. Ross is actually my best friend He’s coming up as a mutual And so is Demelza haha

Caroline 22:42 omg who are you dwightttttt i am gonna stalk the hell out of you!!!

Dwight Enys 22:42 No please don’t

Caroline 22:43 it’s only fair brb omg let me send a screenshot is this you???

Dwight Enys

25 mutual friends including Verity Poldark and Ross Poldark

Caroline 22:47 hey dr mcsteamy your radio silence makes me feel like i have found you which makes me wonder how have we not met though?? maybe this is fate intervening like um guys it’s about time you met or whatever anyway guess the jig is up wow it’s going to be soooo awkward when we finally meet trust i am such a good actor no one will know i ever met you if that’s what you want ok bye

It took about a week before they undoubtedly crossed paths.

Horace was ill and Caroline was screaming down the phone to Demelza that she needed someone to come and sit with her whilst waiting for the vet.

“I will be all of two minutes, I still have my pyjamas on and I’m getting in the car!” Demelza insisted before hanging up and Caroline wept into her silk pyjamas with CP printed on the pocket as Horace continued to groan in pain.

“My poor baby.” She stroked his inflamed stomach. “My poor poor baby.”

Her doorbell rang and she raced to get it but there seemed to be an animated conversation happening as she opened the door.

“Demelza, I’m pretty sure this isn’t Sainsbu-” The voice cut off when they locked eyes with Caroline.

Dwight Enys as she lived and breathed.

“Where’s Horace?” Demelza demanded, marching straight in, a brush physically wedged in her hair and dinosaur onesie on.

Leaving Dwight and Caroline stood either side of the door, smiling awkwardly, barely able to make eye contact.

“Hi.” Caroline barely whispered. “Come in.”

“Thanks.” Dwight’s smile was tense but genuine as he followed her upstairs where Demelza was already stroking Horace.

She looked up. “Oh yeah sorry. This is Dwight. Dwight Caroline, Caroline Dwight.” She waved between the both of them and they shared a pained smile. “I offered Dwight a ride to Sainsbury's but he's a doctor so he could be of some use here I guess.”

“Well. I don't really do animals.” He shrugged. “But wouldn't hurt to try.”

He kneeled down next to Horace who immediately growled at him.

“That's so weird.” Demelza shook her head. “Horace is normally lovely.”

“Eh,” Caroline shrugged. “He's got a side.”

Dwight placed his hands on Horace’s stomach before nodding to himself. “It seems his stomach is a little inflamed from too much rich food.”

“I told you Caroline!” Demelza pointed accusingly. “Dwight she feeds him steak!”

“I can't believe you just ratted me out.” Caroline recoiled. “Only occasionally.”

“Well don't.” Dwight laughed a little. “Horace isn't seriously ill. The vet will give you a few things to make the inflammation go down but honestly, just stick to dog food.”

“And you say you aren't a vet.” Caroline teased, testing the waters.

“I'm really not. Would really appreciate a second opinion from an animal expert right now if I'm honest.” Dwight shrugged but he had a smile on his face.

“Well now we have tranquilized Caroline, we may as well go and buy you your ryvitas and other vegan shit you eat.” Demelza told Dwight. “But I've desperately got to go to the loo first. Meet me downstairs.”

She left in a hurry and Caroline stood up, suddenly very aware how much of a mess she looked with puffy eyes and creased pyjamas covered in dog hair.

“Well thank you anyway.” She looked him right in his cool blue eyes this time. “Dr Enys.”

He followed her down the stairs and she explained. “I knew we were bound to meet one day, I just didn't think I would look like,” she indicated to herself, “this.”

“Like what?” Dwight was honestly confused. “If my dog was ill, I would look a whole lot worse than you do. You should actually see me after a twelve hour shift.”

They both laughed at the thought before Dwight spoke again. “You know, I think Demelza has been trying to set us up for a while.”

Caroline began to link the dots in her head. “Seems about right.” She shook her head. “She's too cunning for me. But you never replied to my texts though.” She shrugged.

“Because I couldn't think of an answer. Maybe until I met you.”

She stood closer to him, slightly cutting his personal space. “Do you have one now?”

He replied. “No, but I have a question. Without the interference of our friends and fate, would you like to go on a date with me?”

I think we all know the answer.

Dr McSteamy 12:07 x

Caroline 12:08 xxxxxxxxxxxxx

#poldark #dwight x caroline #dwight enys #caroline penvenen #au #fic #jdisvidwfvb hope u like it

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