YA GIRL HAS THE FLU

YA GIRL HAS THE FLU 😩✨🥺

So...yeah. 🥴

Cockpit 7 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood.

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“Four aces.” Namjoon puts his cards down and he thinks he won, he claps his hands and takes a sip from his beer. “What do you got?”

“Don’t celebrate too early Joon.” You put your cards down. “Straight flush.” And you finally beat his cards and win the game.

That day was a lazy day for both of you, after your nap you two woke up hungry and ended up cooking pasta with prepackaged sauce to save time, and after dinner he wanted to see if he could beat you in a poker game, and you won the game three times in a row.

“Fuck.” He murmurs. “Practice round.” He tries to manipulate the game which makes you laugh. “I’m ready to play you again and I’ll win.” You shrug.

He nods and takes another sip from his drink. “You got lucky y/n.” He has the habit of messing with you and you know he’s doing it again now so you hit his chest. “You’re such an idiot.” You get up on your feet and collect the plates that were still on the coffee table before you head to the kitchen, he follows you and takes the plates from your hands before putting them in the sink. “You should go lie down, I’ll do the dishes.”

You giggle and cross your arms. “I’m okay, I promise.”

He’s been treating you like a fragile piece of glass the entire day, When you’re making dinner, he felt like a burden when you got up and insisted to cook, even when you didn’t even finish half of your plate, he knows you cooked just because he’s there. So he insisted on helping in the kitchen even though when he turns everything into a disaster.

He washes the plates before stacking them in the dishwasher, you tilt your head and just think.

Why?

Is she blind? His wife must fucking brainless for treating him like utter shit and turning his life upside down.

This man walked out of a book, he’s sweet, sensitive, caring, smart, cute, attractive, and really good in bed. Why would she do that?

You were never the type to praise a man or care for one emotionally because you’re a little sure that most of them are heartless really.

But Kim Namjoon needs to be treated with love, he deserves to be loved and to be taken care of.

There’s just one thing left to do, you’ve studied this man enough and now you need someone else to do that instead, you’re probably blinded by his good looks or something, so you need someone to see him differently.

“Do you have anything planned Friday?” You use your palms for support and jump to sit on the counter, he hums and looks up for a second trying to remember his schedule. “I’m supposed to fly to Gwangju tomorrow night, and I’m flying back Friday evening,” He nods when he remembers before he asks. “Do you wanna do something?”

You didn’t think it much, but this is the perfect opportunity to finally get him to meet your friends. “I’m planning to host a game night with my friends, and I want you to come over and join.”

He grabs the kitchen towel to dry his hands before he scratches the back of his neck, a little hesitated to answer.

“Don’t worry, they already know about you and they’re really nice people.”

You really wish you didn’t say that, because it obviously made him uncomfortable. You can tell from the way he fidgets in his spot and looks away. “I hope I didn’t make things awkward for you.” He says.

You shake your head immediately. “No, Hoseok found out when he saw you here a couple weeks ago, And Jimin actually found out on his own, you’ll get to see the others on Friday, but I promise, other than their inappropriate jokes and really loud arguments, they’re good people.”

He turns to face you again before a smirk sits on his face, taking a few steps closer to you. “So you want to introduce me to your friends?” And you playfully hit his chest, “They’re finally going to see the guy who fucked their friend huh?” He continues. Your face flushes red for a moment and you feel heat creeping all over your body.

He nods slowly. “Sure, I’d love to join then.”

-

“You’re kidding.” Of course it’s Kim Taehyung, who’s face suddenly drops and changes to the point you would barely recognize his features, he’s the last one to find out that Namjoon is joining you tonight and he clearly isn’t that glad about it. “Y/n, he lied to you, you can’t just-“

“I know.” You interrupt him, “I got to know the man very well in the past month, I just need you guys to help me, you’re a guy and you know how guys think, I really care about everyone’s opinion, but I care about yours the most.” You shut the cabinet after grabbing out large bowls for the chips.

You had everything completely planned, you refilled your fridge and mini bar with alcohol and other drinks, you stacked your pantry with different types of chips and candy, and you even made the dips and popped some popcorn.

“You already know my opinion.” He crosses his arms. “And I don’t think I’m going to change it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “Just give him a chance, oh and please oh please don’t scare him off and don’t do that thing with your face.” You pause. “Oh and please don’t mention anything about his personal life, I already warned the guys and now I’m telling you, he doesn’t have to know that you know.”

“I’m not going to mention anything, but I can’t promise you anything about not scaring him off.” He grabs the bowls and heads out to the living room, he’s really irritated that when he saw Jungkook in front of him, he snapped at him loudly. “Jungkook will you please move your fat ass and drag the poker table to the living room?” He scolds the younger which makes you laugh, you know the topic of Namjoon irritated him just because he’s really protective of you, they all are, but Taehyung never had close girl friends and you’re the first one ever, that’s why he protects you at all costs.

“I kinda wish Namjoon joined us all the time if you’re going to wear dresses like these.” Jungkook finally gets up to get the poker table, you cringe and kick him in the shin. “What a creep.”

You do admit you look good in that dress, you had just bought it, a dark grey shapewear slip dress that complemented and highlighted every single curve on your body, it had a square collar to bring out your tits, and it was a little above the knee. You matched it with the pair of slippers you wear around your house, cute but really attractive.

Jimin grabs the bowl of chips into his lap and starts eating. “Where is he anyway? Is he always late?”

You rub your forehead, all of them are acting weird today as if they got jealous, not jealous in a romantic way, but jealous in a possessive-over-their-friend jealous. “He landed an hour ago, so he should be here any minute.” You head back to the kitchen and take out ash trays, some of your friends were social smokers and they always light up a few smokes during game nights.

The door bell rings and you hear the rushing footsteps from the living room, and like the kids they are, they rush to check the cameras before they all take their seats and act nonchalant, but all eyes are on the door.

Poor Namjoon he’s about to be scared off.

“Can someone please get the door?” You yell from the kitchen.

Namjoon was a little taken back when the door was opened by Yoongi, he was expecting you to be the one to open, his eyes even wonder inside the house looking for you. “Hi.” Yoongi shoots a smile before stretching his hand out to shake Namjoon’s. “I’m Yoongi, come on in.”

And the moment Namjoon steps in, he lets out a nervous smile and looks around the room aching to find you, he’s getting nervous by the second especially when all of them are looking at him.

“Joon?” You finally get out of the kitchen with the ashtrays in one hand, and just like magic, Namjoon suddenly feels like he’s home, his breath is regular again and his heart beat is.. Well he’s still anxious about meeting your friends.

“There you are.” You purposely give him a hug and a kiss on his cheek in front of your friends. “How was your flight?”  He wraps one arm around you and kisses you back on the cheek .”It was great, you look outstanding.”

He did notice the dress and he so desperately wants to check you out but everyone is looking. You giggle and put your hand behind his back. “Guys, this is Namjoon.”

And you introduce him to each one of them, you were too occupied looking at Namjoon’s body language and behavior to notice any discomfort, but he’s doing surprisingly okay, not because your friends are nice to him, but because you’re here with him.

What you didn’t know is that Taehyung is studying this man head to toe, he knows how men look when they’re attracted to someone, and he knows how they even act, and he’s a little amused when he sees the way Namjoon looks at you, he knows that you two know each other for a month, but Namjoon’s looks give him away, he does have something for you, and it’s very obvious.

“Come on everyone, take your seats.” Seokjin stands up, Namjoon pulls a chair for you next to him and speaks. “y/n is on my team.” Which lights up the first argument around the table, calling you on his team is like calling out for shotgun and everyone wanted you to be on their team.

-

Namjoon sits between the hyenas and you’re genuinely scared when he’s around your friends, you still don’t know how far along Namjoon will be able to endure,  your friends are really heavy blooded and ruthless when it comes to joking and making fun of each other.

“It’s me, Namjoon, Yoongi and Mia against the rest of you.” Hoseok said while examining his cards.

You had already played a couple rounds and called it over, but they decided to continue playing since the bet just got higher and they all have alcohol in their systems.

“Yoongi and Mia should play in different teams.” Taehyung teases. “Make them fight.”

Yoongi flips Taehyung off and you look at Namjoon worried he may think this is too much, but he laughs and looks at his cards, his long fingers shuffling through them, a little too focused on them.

“Are they good?” You put your arm on the back of his chair, and he startles for a second, totally not used to being touched in public like that. “Hmm?” He looks at you, your noses almost brushing against each other. “Your cards.” You explain and brush a hair strand away from his face.

“Yeah, they’re not bad.” He says, looking back at his cards. “Come closer.” He proper grabs your chair and pulls you closer to him.

“Come on captain you’re up.” Jimin got way too excited, which makes everyone laughs at him at the nickname he just called Namjoon, and they continue calling him that for the rest of the game.

You get up to get more beer from the kitchen and you hear their voices go louder when the game gets hotter, you return to the living room and you see them pick at Namjoon for being too obvious with his expression, almost exposing his cards. He’s handling it well and biting back at them, they’re still joking of course. You grin and walk closer to him, wrapping an arm around him from behind. “Now stop teasing him will you.” You print a soft kiss on his neck, inhaling his perfume. “They’re just jealous you’re a better player.” You raise an eyebrow at the team playing against him.

Namjoon’s cheeks flush and his heart races a little, he’s been fighting the urge to touch you since the night started, he even finds himself salivating at the look of your bottom lip bitten between your teeth when you’re looking at him, his pants are getting a little uncomfortable for him.

Your actions don’t go unnoticed by your friends and you clearly see Jungkook smirking and Taehyung’s eyes locked onto Namjoon.

You pull your chair and get back into your seat next to him, you feel his thigh pressed against the side of yours and it burns to the touch, you’re trying so hard to control yourself but you’re on the verge of taking him to your bedroom for a little ‘chat’.

You lean in closer to put your chin on his shoulder and take a look at his cards, he’s already got the winning cards but he’s stalling you’re friends and messing with them. You look at him and your eyes meet, he grins and stares at your lips for a split second before looking back into your eyes.

Taehyung’s eyes are piercing at the two of you now which doesn’t go unnoticed by his girlfriend Jade, who ends up elbowing him subtly gaining his attention, but he just couldn’t help but to look back at Namjoon.

Taehyung himself has the highest body count out of everyone, and he’s been with way too many girls and he managed to get away with an excuse not to call them again, he even didn’t call Jade back after their first night together. He knows that men actually do end up calling back women they actually do find attractive, or women who they can benefit of.

Then he thinks, what would Namjoon want to benefit out of you? He’s financially stable, quite good looking he could just point out to any woman and she’ll go on her knees for him, a man with an admirable job, apparently someone who doesn’t mind long term relationship since he’s already married.

Oh yes, the man is married.

And Taehyung finds it funny that they’re all sitting there basically showing him that it’s okay to cheat on his wife with their best friend, gosh this is fucked up on so many levels.

Your friends know that Namjoon is your current fling, but if anyone outside of your circle who doesn’t get the context they would think you two are madly in love. No no…

They would think he’s madly in love.

Plus, Taehyung first considered Namjoon to be a total red flag, but after a couple hours from sitting around the table with him, he doesn’t seem half bad, actually, he’s really cool, and very smart.

Oh and for you?

You totally don’t care who’s looking and who’s not, you’re totally feeling up Namjoon’s thighs under the table, your fingers squeezing softly on his inner thigh, he manages to hide his facial expressions really well, but he man spreads his legs to give you more space to stroke more of his covered skin. “Royal flush.” He couldn’t wait to put his cards down on the table just so he can lay his palm over yours, proper grabbing it and putting it on his clothed erection. The idea itself is arousing the two of you when you’re surrounded by other people and teasing each other with touches from under the table.

“I’m calling Namjoon and y/n on my team the next round.” Hoseok calls which makes Seokjin argue. “That’s not fair, you only get to choose one.”

“Not a chance, Namjoon and I are a team.” You take a sip from your bear.

Of course Namjoon is unbothered by the argument, hell he’s not even listening, his eyes are fidgeting between your hand that’s rubbing his boner subtly under the table, and on your lips and chest rising when you’re breathing.

He could take you right now on the poker table and they can watch, he won’t mind.

-

“Next week, I promise I’ll find a place.” Hoseok suggests when they were already planning the next weekend with Namjoon, they usually discuss it with you but they’re all over the guy, and he’s doing pretty well that he was planning everything and they were listening carefully. You’re watching in awe as they talk to him like they’ve known him for years, and it makes you feel a little anxious.

You recall what he told you the other day, and he was totally right, this isn’t just a hookup, it’s way more than this and that’s what’s making you anxious.

Namjoon digs into his pocket to fish out his phone and he unlocks it. “My parents got this beach house on the outskirts, we could go there. It has a pool and a hot tub and we can light up the bonfire by the beach at night.”

Jungkook is standing really close to Namjoon, he even grabs the phone from the older’s hands and starts swiping through the pictures, an amused look on Jungkook’s face. “How rich are your parents? This house is incredible—Oops, sorry.” Both their faces change and you panic a little wondering what they saw, Jungkook swiped too far and a picture of Jay appears on the screen, of course Jungkook is smart enough to swipe back to the previous photos quickly without making it seem awkward, but it actually is.

You even earn a look from both Taehyung and Seokjin, the air even tenses up a little, you look at Namjoon who contains himself and acts like nothing happened, he thinks that they don’t know, and that they will probably assume that it’s his nephew or brother or anything. But really, they all do know and they’re not acting oblivious enough, thank god he doesn’t notice.

“Okay, clear up your schedules for the next weekend, no excuses y/n.” Jimin speaks sarcastically and you realize you’re holding your breath, you rejected going with them a couple weeks ago, but now since you have your plus one, you actually wanna go. “Shut up.” You squint your eyes at him.

“I should get going.” Seokjin gets up. “I’m on call tomorrow.”

“I need to go too, I’m visiting my parents tomorrow.” Jimin gets up too and walks closer to give you a hug. “I had so much fun tonight, thanks for having us.”

“I had fun too.” You kiss his cheek. “Drive safe.” And he bids goodbye with Seokjin and they get going.

You grab the empty plates and pickup the empty cans of bear when Mia gets up to grab the rest of the empty bowls. “Let me help you.”

Both of you head to the kitchen and you start rinsing the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, you can sense that Mia has something to say from the way she’s hovering around you and scratching her eyebrow awkwardly, her eyes carefully scanning you. “Are you okay?” You ask.

You and Mia always shared secrets together and she was always there for you, and so were you, she came up to you for an advice every time she had an argument with Yoongi, you both trust each other.

“Do you not see it?” She whispers, her hand sitting on her hip, one of your eyebrows cocks up in confusion, you’re totally clueless on what she’s about to say. “See what?”

“The way he looks at you, he’s head over heels.”

You roll your eyes before you chuckle. “Mia, Namjoon and I met exactly 6 weeks ago, of course he’s not head over heels for me, what are you talking about.”

“Honey, Yoongi asked me to be his girlfriend after our third date.” She spits. “And look at us now.”

You shrug one shoulder and shake your head. “I can’t see what you’re talking about, he’s still married and he has a child, so this is all probably temporary, no strings attached.”

“No strings attached?” She laughs quietly. “Girl, he’s over here handling your annoying friends on a Friday night. Plus, he’s getting a divorce, so this doesn’t count.”

You pause for a second before you look at the woman. “Who told you that?”

“Hobi told us.” She bites on her fingernails, the asshole did read the papers, but why didn’t he tell you?

“It doesn’t mean anything, he’s not getting the divorce because of me.” You step on the pedal of the trashcan to get rid of the empty cans of drinks.

She sighs. “I’m just saying think it through—“

“Of course I’m not going to, especially when I don’t know where he is about this.” You interrupt her, you had a point. Of course you’re not going to like a man who you met only 6 weeks ago, what if he was on a total different page than where you think you are?

“Baby? Come on, we should be going home.” Yoongi leans against the kitchen door frame and he feels like he interrupted something. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Not at all.” You turn towards the sink and wash your hands.

“What do you think about Namjoon?” Mia asks, her arms crossed, she already knows what her husband thinks, she just wants you to know that he thinks the same.

Yoongi pauses for a second before he puts his hands in his pockets. “I personally think he’s okay, but Jungkook out there is all over your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You grit on your teeth before you peak your head out of the kitchen door, Jungkook is sitting really close next to Namjoon, and both of them are in what seems to be an important topic,  before he flexes his arm muscles and feels up Namjoon’s. Men.

You roll your eyes and get back into the kitchen. “Jungkook is all over everyone even himself.”

Yoongi laughs quietly before walking closer to you, pulling you into a soft hug. “It doesn’t matter what we think y/n, it’s what you think that matters. I know you wanted us to study the man, and we do actually like him, but it’s you who matters.” And his wife nods eagerly showing you that this somehow was her point too before she adds. “And he seems to fancy you a lot.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi agrees. “But take it slow, will you? The man is still married and we don’t know what’s happening next.”

You sigh and rub your forehead. He’s making sense, and you’re not sure why you’re a little afraid to admit that you finally like someone, but you do, except no matter how hard you think it’s okay to like someone, it still feels wrong when he’s involved with someone else.

“We had so much fun tonight, take care chief.” He squeezes you closer and kisses your cheek. “Goodnight.”

You walk them towards the door, they bid goodbye to everyone before they leave. Jungkook is still occupied talking with Namjoon and the poor guy is listening and he seems to be actually interested.

Taehyung and his girlfriend finally get up too, he walks closer to you to pull you in for a hug. “We had so much fun tonight.” He prints a soft kiss on your cheek before he whispers. “You wanna go out for coffee tomorrow? Just us two.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back on the cheek. “Sure, I’ll call you.” You’re a little glad he suggested this date, you know he’s going to let it all out.

He nods and pulls back before saying goodbye to everyone, actually handshaking Namjoon specifically with a smile on his face, before he grabs his girlfriend and leaves.

You finally walk closer to Namjoon who’s sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, Jungook in front of him on the coffee table not planning to shut his mouth anytime soon, you squeeze in between them and sit on Namjoon’s leg and hug him closer.

The poor man isn’t used to being touched like this or publicly shown affection at all, he’s startled to the point where he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, you grab his arm and put it explicitly on your ass, totally unbothered by the existence of Hoseok and Jungkook.

They’ve done a lot worse so you secretly think that it’s your turn to finally do things like that.

“Did he give you a headache?” You pout, running your fingers through his hair and scratching the back of his head, he melts completely by your touch and he even closes his eyes, barely shaking his head.

“Oh, I’m the one having a headache, you’ve been blabbering nonstop.” Hoseok complains, gritting on his teeth at Jungkook, he gets up and collects his wallet and keys. “I’m going home, I’ll see you next week Namjoon.”

He manages to kiss you on the cheek softly while you’re still sitting on Namjoon’s legs before leaving and forcing Jungkook to finally leave.

You fall next to Namjoon on the couch, yawning and stretching your arms. “Can you please lock the door?”

He laughs quietly before using his palms for support to hover over you, printing a few kisses on your jaw and neck. “But I need to go home.” To which you immediately pout, “One night won’t hurt.”

He leans his forehead against yours and comes to realization, that the last time his lips touched yours was actually very long ago, and as much as he actually wanted to just fuck you senseless, he’s holding back to avoid making you uncomfortable, he doesn’t even dare to press his lips against yours.

He also can’t say no to you, he shrugs it off and finally nods. “One night won’t hurt.”

Even though both of you have been teasing each other with touches the entire night, you still can’t do anything with him since you’re on the last few days of your period.

He rises up on his feet and moves towards the door to lock it before clicking on a few buttons to dim the lights. And from his walk back towards you, you can easily tell that he’s been suffering with his boner that’s hiding in his jeans.

“I’m sorry.” You giggle playfully, he follows your eyesight and scoffs, his hands immediately rushing to his pockets to relieve some of the tightness. “Don’t worry, I got used to having blue balls my entire life.” He sarcastically speaks.

His joke makes you laugh your heart out, your head even falls back on the couch. He finds it contagious that he laughs with you, walking closer to lean his palm on the back of the couch and leaning down to kiss you on the neck and jaw, your laugh slowly halting down and your bottom lip sits between your teeth. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He grabs you by your hand and pulls you up.

To say he’s trying so hard is an understatement. The way you currently look is making him near losing it, your hair is frizzy and your eyes are half closed, even your dress is no longer covering your legs. Fuck he needs to touch you.

“Ugh.” You groan when you look at the poker table. “Can you please take it inside?”

He looks back at the poker table and carries it up, his veiny arms about to rip his t-shirt open when they bulge, this big boy is insanely attractive that it’s hard for you to keep your hands to yourself.

-

“Of course not.” He pouts, you’re both in bed, your head on his bare chest and he’s tugging random strands of your hair, you look at him and squint your eyes. “Well, I do mind.”

He’s been trying to convince you since the moment you two got in bed, that he won’t mind sex during your period, and of course you argued with the only reasonable excuse, it’s going  to be a blood bath.

“Are you saying you don’t mind other stuff?” He suggestively asks, his finger tapping your nose softly, you know exactly what he means and you take a second to answer. “I don’t know, the whole idea is odd to me.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “We can try if you want to.” Which makes you scoff and roll your eyes. “You’re just saying that because your dick won’t go soft.” And he nods quickly. “I know, it won’t go soft when you’re this close to me and I can’t touch you.”

This knot sits in the pit of your stomach and you feel your body heat up, it feels really good to be sexually craved by someone, you love hearing it so much. “I can’t say I’m not flattered.” You lie down on your stomach, your elbows supporting your upper half as you grab a strand of your hair messing with it. “We could try I guess.”

He looks at your lips and licks his lower one, he could easily bust a nut at how far his imagination is going. “Okay.” He throws the blanket away from your bodies and drops it on the floor before bucking his hips up to pull his boxers down, his throbbing and already leaking cock slams against his lower stomach, the head already red and sensitive.

You swallow when you’re mouth suddenly excretes a stupid amount of saliva, you could kill to just choke on  his dick, you want to make him feel good.

He leans both his arms behind his head and gives you an inviting look, he’s fully surrendered to you, he wants you to help him.

You spit on your palm and wrap your fingers around his cock, instant heat rushes through his body and even his legs spread apart a little. He swallows once, his hand then moves to caress the side of your face softly, he’s been waiting for this moment for a while now.

You stroke his erection slowly, your  eyes focused on the only task you have in your hand, you wanted to just jerk him off at the beginning, but now you need to taste him.

You move your mouth closer to his dick and print the softest kiss on the tip, your eyes now locked into his, you lick once from the base of his shaft to the very tip, a string of saliva mixes with his precum and stays attached to your bottom lip, your other hand moves to the tip to smear his precum with your index finger before you put  it in your mouth, the saltiness sits on your taste buds, and it tastes fucking good.

His cock twitches in your hand at the sight of you doing so, you even giggle playfully and kiss the head again. “All that for me?” You whisper. His eyes almost roll to the back of his head when you wrap your lips around the head and bob your head down and up, your hair falling on your face. “Good fucking girl, just like  that.”

You bob your head lower each time before you pull back and stroke it again, you look him into the eyes and speak with a low voice. “I can suck your cock better than she does”

“Fuck!” He moans at the top of his lungs before he accidentally cums too fast, you even gasp when he shoots his cum in the air and it lands down on his stomach and on your hand, a little drop falling on the corner of your mouth, he holds the bed sheets into his fist and bucks his up with every spill. “Mmm,” His chest heaves dramatically when he’s done, his cock still in your hand and you’re still stroking him slowly. “Look at the mess you made.” You teasingly click your tongue, he looks down at you and smiles lazily. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

You giggle and climb up towards him, you press the softest kiss on his lips and he immediately kisses you back eagerly, begging to feel more of your lips against his, he’s been wanting to kiss you the entire night, he licks your bottom lip and grabs your head closer, his tongue licks the small drop of his cum near your lips and he spits it into your mouth and you’re more than glad to swallow it.

He pulls back from the kiss and grabs your hand. “Let me clean you up.” He licks every drop of cum off of your fingers and kisses you back on the lips to spit the remaining cum into your mouth and again you swallow.

He wraps his arms around your hips and turns you so you lay flat on the bed, he hovers on top of you and prints small kisses repeatedly on your lips before he moves down to your neck, kissing it and licking softly which makes your body heat up again.

Namjoon never had the chance to study the female body correctly, his previous sexual life was solely just about getting the job done, of course it felt good to him, but with you this whole experience feels new to him and it’s filled with ecstasy. He wanted to explore your body, know what you’re into, not just because it felt insanely erotic to him, but he wanted to please you and make you feel good and satisfied.

He moves down to your chest, your nipples are perked up from underneath your tight white top from the blood pumping all over your body, almost begging to be touched by him, his index finger circles your hard covered nipple softly, his eyes focused on it and his tongue running on his lower lip.

He sticks his tongue out and licks the fabric once, rubs it with his index finger again and now using his thumb to pinch it lightly, your cunt feels numb and you can’t press your thighs together since he’s nestled between your legs.

The moisture he applied to your clothed nipple makes the shirt no longer white, it’s started to get see through and he can see it better now. “You can take my top off if you want to.” You suggest, a little out of breath, he looks up into your face to see the really obvious red flush on your face, now he’s a little more eager to make you cum.

He doesn’t hesitate as his warm fingers climb on your torso from under the shirt and he throws it off of you, your breasts fully exposed to him now, one of his hands lean on the pillow behind you to support his upper half, and the other gropes your breast in a tight grip, fuck, It hurts, but still feels so good.

He leans down and licks the valley between your tits and licks your nipple before sucking on it for his dear life, pulling his head back a little with your breast still in his mouth, the tugging makes your back arch against him, your hand moves to grab his wrist that’s leaning against the pillow. “Shit.” You clench your jaw when you feel your nipple sitting between his teeth, your eyes meet and he grins, almost threatening to actually bite it.

You grab onto his face, your thumb on his right cheek and the rest of your fingers on his left one. “No biting.”

Seeing you under him like that is more than enough to make him erect all over again like he didn’t just shoot a load a couple minutes ago, you find out when you accidentally graze your thigh between his legs and you feel his cock brushing against your skin. You really are flattered.

And he obeys, moving to your other breast to give it some love, before he turns you to lay on your side, and he lays behind you skin to skin, his arm sits under your head and he leans his forehead on the side of your face to kiss your ear. “Did I tell you how much I liked the dress you were wearing tonight?”

Your eyes automatically shut when you feel his hot breath into your ear when he speaks, you let out a breath when your head falls back against his. “You had no idea how much I wanted to bend you over that poker table and fuck your tight cunt.” He whispers, no he explicitly moans into your ear when he speaks. “Let them see how good your man can stretch that tight little pussy of yours.”

You shut your eyes tightly and you can’t take it anymore, you need to cum, you need him to touch you or do anything, you have to cum. “Fuck, Namjoon it hurts.”

“Hmm?” He hums, kissing your ear again, your hand moves to hold onto his that you’re leaning your head onto, you squeeze onto his palm and beg. “Please, please make me cum.”

He could embarrassingly cum fast like he did a couple minutes ago, but this time he’s able to hold back.

“You wanna cum?” He teasingly asks, his free hand grazes on the side of your body before it moves to your ass, he squeezes it into his palm and gives you the hardest spank ever, your butt cheek tingles with heat, on regular bases it would hurt, but now, it’s pushing you closer to your end.

His fingers hook on the elastic band of your panties before he pulls it down to reach your thighs, then wraps his fingers around his erection and settles it against your folds, your wet cunt glazing his cock and making it glisten when he rubs it in between your folds.

The numbness in your cunt hurts and you could feel your arousal on your own thighs, you’re getting way too impatient and eager for him that you grind your hips against his. You know he’s not going to penetrate since you’re basically still on your period, so grinding will do the job.

He grabs onto the back of your thigh and lifts one of your legs up to give him the desired space to start grinding against your folds, the slickness from your cunt making it easier to grind against you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his dick rub against your throbbing clitoris repeatedly, your jaw drops and you even reach for the back of his head behind you and pull onto his hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, please—“

“I know baby, can you hold back for me just a little?” He whispers into your ear, his irregular breath against your ear sending shivers across your body. “Just a little.” And you respond with shaking your head, your lips falling between your teeth, the knot inside your stomach is going to burst any second now. “I can’t.” You tug onto his hair tighter and grind your hips against his, your butt cheek slams against his body and you finally release, the heat washes through your spine and back and you could see starts in your eyes. “Ha.. Namjoon, I’m sorry.. I couldn’t.” Your hand falls and you start panting for a breath.

He kisses your ear softly and runs his hand on your thighs, pressing his fingers lightly into your skin and he can feel the heat of your body on his fingers tips. “You’re off the hook this time.” He teasingly whispers before he pulls back from behind you, his eyes land on his dick and he sees how much you’ve soaked him with your cream and he smirks, totally ignoring the little smear of blood on his dick.

He sits up on his knees on the bed and helps you lay flat on the bed again before pressing his lips against yours for a few wet kisses, his tongue grazing on your lower lip, his hand grabs onto yours and he leads it to his cock that’s seconds away to busting a nut.

Your body already feels loose that it takes you seconds to gather the strength to stroke his cock, taking the speed up every second, pleasure washes through his entire body that he can’t focus on the kiss and return it to you, his forehead falls against yours and his jaw falls down, his breath quickening and his eyelids falling down slowly. “That’s it.” He managed to hiss under his breath, both his palms sit on the pillow behind you and he lets you do all the work, your hands are getting tired that you have to stop for a second to change your rhythm, which makes him hold his cock into his own hands and stroke it fast.

You feel the need to not waste a drop, so you position your head near his cock and stick your tongue out, clearly telling him to cum on your mouth and face, and that’s the last thing he needs to see so he just lets go and shoots out continuous ribbons of his seed on your tongue and face, decorating it just the way he likes, and he swears you looked fucking gorgeous with his cum all over your face. “Fuck-“ He grunts and his hand falls down, his cock twitching and still shooting out cum on your tongue.

One of your hand grazes on his big thighs and the other one just cleans the cum off of your face to put it into your mouth, your eyes meets his and he stares at you out of breath and in awe, watching you clean every drop of his seed and put it into your mouth, you smirk when you see his cock twitching at the sight, before you stick your tongue out to show him the cum you gathered inside your mouth and swallow it, giving your lower lip a single lick. “Hmm.” You sit up on your knees and pull your panties back up, before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and smacking your tongue teasingly at him. “You taste okay.” You shrug, which makes him laugh and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his soft dick grazing on your lower stomach. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“I know.” You tease and kiss his cheek once. “Now you can go to sleep.”

Both of you lay down on the bed, his back faces you and you hug him from behind, kissing his bare shoulder softly before you finally go to sleep.

-

You walk into the warm café and the scent of the freshly roasted coffee beans and freshly bakes pastries wafts through your nose, you miss going to cafés like that since you’ve been deprived from it ever since you started your job, you used to study in coffee shops back then.

You look around and finally spot Taehyung on one of the tables waving his hand towards you, you walk closer to him, give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before you pull the chair across from him and take a seat.

Almost one hour in and you two spend it catching up on daily things, his job, yours, his girlfriend and how he’s planning to ask her to move it, before he finally speaks of the not so forgotten topic and asks you about Namjoon.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you?” You ask him, your eyes locked into his face to study his features, you’re getting anxious slowly and impatient to know what he thinks.

He takes a long sip of his iced Americano before he rests his back against the chair and crosses his arms. “Does it matter what I say?” And that confuses you for a second. “He seems to like you, but we need to address the elephant in the room y/n, he’s still married and you don’t even know where you are on this whole thing.” He shrugs.

You lean your elbows on the table and shrug. “You’re right, but I’m not being delusional Tae, he clearly feels something, don’t you think?”

And he nods. “Perhaps, yeah.” Before he continues. “Look we just need to give it some time, you guys just started talking and you’re just high on each other.”

You huff and take a sip of your drink. “The man is perfect” And it feels like a heavy weight on your shoulder just disappeared when you finally said that to someone. Taehyung grins and shrugs slightly. “The guys like him.”

“And you?”

“I do.” He says. “But it doesn’t matter what any of us thinks, it’s all up to you.”

“You’re not really helping me.” You whine and hit his leg from under the table.

“We can’t discuss anything right now, we need to know where he is at least, we could be reading him wrong after all.” He rubs his leg before cursing at you under his breath.

“Then what are we doing here?” You blink your eyes, “I thought we were going to discuss the entire thing.”

“I just want you to take everything slow, we’re all here for you and we’ve got your back.” He puts his hand over yours and squeezes it softly. “You’re a successful woman, who’s smart enough to take her own decisions and know what’s good for her and what’s not.”

You thought the heavy weight on your shoulders is gone but it’s slowly returning, you’ve always seen people falling in and out of love and you always rolled your eyes at the entire idea, why would people deliberately go through relationships when most of them go down the pooper? That’s why you never did relationships.

And now for a second you judge Namjoon, this man is going through a rough patch in his life all because of his failed marriage, and yet again he’s right here, clearly developing feelings for you and choosing to go sort of the same path again.

“You’re right.” You nod. “I would be lying if I told you I didn’t like the man, I actually do and he ticks everything on my list, I just need to be careful, that’s all.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand again for reassurance. “How good is the sex?”

Your drink goes through your nose and you actually choke, you cover your mouth and cough repeatedly trying to clear out your airway. “Shut up.” You manage to curse at him.

-

“What do you mean? Of course this can’t happen.” Her father is in mere denial, the divorce papers fall accidentally in his hands. Copies has been sent in the mail on Monday morning to him and his daughter.

She wanted this to happen long time ago but she didn’t realize that she’s dragging down her entire family with her. She too was silenced and forced by her father to do the whole thing since the beginning, so she saw it coming.

She’s going to have to pay for all the manipulation that was done by her family to Namjoon’s.

Namjoon didn’t even tell anyone about the divorce that was going to happen, he filed for it a little before he met you, and then when he did meet you, he knew that he cannot and will not end up with the woman he has under his roof, this can’t be his ending. So he called a few people and even paid his lawyer to help him end it faster.

Her on the other hand just locked the door behind her when she got back to their house, the mail is in her hand and although the title is already clear, she’s still confused by it..

Ministry of Justice,

Seoul family court, Gangnam.

Divorce Agreement.

With her full name on it, she squints her eyes and finally opens the mail eagerly, almost ripping the envelope, luckily Jay slept on the way home, she carried him into his bed before she opened the mail.

It’s her name, and Namjoon’s name, she did see it coming, but she never knew how she would react. But she’s breaking into cold sweat, worried what her family might think if they knew.

Her purpose of this marriage is long gone when she finished her education that was paid by Namjoon’s parents, her parents live off of his family now, but she never needed their money, she never bought herself clothes, makeup, or even anything she craved because it’s their money.

She didn’t pay actual money for her education, she paid her life when she decided to share it with Namjoon.

She despises him, the way he talks, the way he moves, his hands, his eyes, his face. She hates his sense of humor, his voice tone. She even hates the way he breathes or snores. She too, can’t end up with him.

And no matter how hard she tried to convince her family that she’d do anything to make them live a better life without the Kim’s, it ended up with fights and arguments and actual threats from them.

So she went with it, married the man, but she made a promise to herself, that she’s going to turn his life into hell, she never cared what would happen to him, or if it would hurt him or not, so she just went ahead.

And the divorce papers in her hand are the actual clue that her plan worked. But fuck, she knows that this divorce will wreck their lives. She’s terrified by her family.

The door unlocks and Namjoon walks in and he’s in his uniform since he just flew back from Gwangju, he doesn’t even bother to look at her, he kicks off his shoes and loosens his tie.

Something inside her tells her to just make things right, so she just hides the papers back into the envelope and quickly into her purse. “N-namjoon?”

He turns his back to her and walks into his room, closing the door behind him, he still doesn’t know that she got the papers.

She takes a few steps closer to the door and her hand hovers over the door knob, she’s a split second away from opening the door, but Namjoon locks it from the inside.

She doesn’t know what she wants, or what to do.

-

“Please? I’ve been wanting to go for a while.” He whines with a pout on his face that you can hear through the phone.

You’re in your bed, you were sleeping before he called you since you were on the previous night shift, you have the phone pressed against your ear with your eyes still closed, he’s been trying to convince you about the wine tasting tour.

“I’ll come pick you up, and you can call it a date.”

Your eyes are no longer closed when he speaks of a date this easily, you two haven’t been together alone in public other than the day of your conference, and it was a coincidence that day. But he’s asking you to go out on a date with him, and you weren’t even sure you were at that point yet.

“Joon—“ You sigh. “I don’t know.”  Your phone starts vibrating in your hand and you look at the screen to find him requesting a video chat, and you don’t hesitate a second to accept the call.

Your faces meet and he’s lost at the sight of you for a second before he smiles, his pearly whites and dimples clearly visible. “You’re still in bed?” He asks, leaning his phone on the nightstand near his bed, you could see him topless and unzipping his pants.

“Yeah.” You rub  your eyes and stretch, leaning your phone against the pillow next to yours and snuggling under the blanket. “How was your flight?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He smirks. “Are we going wine tasting tonight?” a smile creeps on your face before you click your tongue. “Let me think about it, I need time to decide.”

He puts his clothes on the couch next to his bed while laughing and walking back to his phone to grab it. “Alright. Until then, what are you wearing?” He licks on his bottom lip as he finally sits on his bed and lights up a cigarette.

You take a long breath before you teasingly look under your blanket.

It’s boiling hot outside, and you’ve had too many snacks on your shift that you couldn’t wait to get home and actually get rid of your scrubs, so you chose to sleep with only your panties.

“A ball gown.” You joke, barely stifling a smirk. And he laughs quietly, trying not to be loud. “I don’t believe you.”

“I like to dress to impress, mister Kim.” You giggle, he raises an eyebrow and blows a cloud of smoke. “Then show it to me.”

He knows you’re not wearing anything since he can see your bare shoulders, you have your blanket covering your upper half. “How was your flight again?” You ask and he rolls his eyes. “You’re such a tease.”

You crack a laugh at him before you finally nod. “Alright, I’ll go on the wine tasting tour with you.”

“Thank you.” He smiles at his phone screen. “I’ll come by this afternoon and we’ll be picked up from your place.”

Namjoon heard about this tour from one of the cabin crew earlier this week, and he’s been wanting to go since then and he wanted to go with you, he’s itching to show you off in public even when he still can’t and you two aren’t even labeled yet.

He enjoys your company so much, and he knows you do too, he can be himself around you and he knows he won’t be judged.

“Okay.” You yawn and snuggle into your blanket, still sleepy. “Can I get back to sleep?”

His lips curve into a little smile when he admires how cute you look when you’re tired and sleepy, he’s admiring your face for too long that he even forgot to answer you. “Namjoon?” You ask, which snaps him out of his thoughts. “Yeah, alright. I’ll see you later.”

You nod before you wave your hand to him, he waves back and finally ends the call and you go back to sleep.

Namjoon on the other hand, finishes booking for the tour while he’s taking the last few puffs of his cigarettes before his phone starts to glitch, it seems to be that there are two people calling him at the same time, and it’s his father and father in law, which makes him panic for a second.

Of course he decides to ignore his father in law’s call and call back his own father. “Dad?”

His father’s voice tone full of worry when speaks. “Namjoon? What’s the matter? Is it true what they’re talking about?”

Namjoon is completely clueless that everyone knows of the divorce now, he’s even clueless that his wife got the papers. “What are you talking about?”

“The divorce? Is it really happening?” He asks, and Namjoon doesn’t hesitate for a second to answer. “Yes dad, I made that decision on my own.”

“You two were incredible together, what’s the matter?” That makes Namjoon scoff, “Are you sure we can’t work things out?”

“No dad, nothing can fix this.” Namjoon swallows the dry lump in his throat, he regrets the years he spent with his wife, he wishes he can just erase that chapter from his life because it did engrave a type of trauma into him.

His father is in denial and so is his father in law, everything seemed to be okay to them, but they never saw anything behind closed doors.

“Please tell him to never contact me, and if he has anything to say, tell him to save it until the day of the hearing.” Namjoon says with a solid tone, not willing to negotiate the entire thing what so ever.

“When’s your hearing?” His father asks and Namjoon answers. “September 12th.”

An audible sigh escapes his father’s mouth. “But son, that’s your birthday.”

“I know, and I got everything under control dad, don’t worry.” Namjoon’s stomach drops when he speaks of the hearing, he feels extremely anxious and  impatiient.

He’s confident that after going through this difficult and challenging experience, he will be starting fresh and new that day.

He cannot wait to feel reborn.

Mine: JJK💋

A/N: an oldie from my WP Oneshot series🥰 might be slightly unedited because I pulled it from the archives. Forgive the typos por favor..

Tags: JungkookxReader,established relationship, possessive boyfriend Kookie 😋, Halloween party themed, public sex, teasing, edging, raw sex, creampie 😌✨

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"Hold up.....that's what you're wearing?"

Jungkook stops midstride as he stepped away from the steamy bathroom, the small towel shifting quickly underneath his hands as he dried his damp hair. Water still dripped down his bare chest and torso, collecting in the dips of his abs and naval. His bath towel that was barely clinging to his waist shifts as his dick stiffens at the sight of your exposed skin.

You were standing in front of the wall-sized mirror beside your vanity, touching up your make up and fluffing your hair, which laid in full wavy coifs all around your head and down your back. You didn't glance over at Jungkook at the sound of his question, but a part of you knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

The two of you were attending Jimin's yearly Halloween party at his family's lake house just outside of the city. Since freshman year of college, this party was a regular thing, gaining more and popularity as time went on.

Costumes were optional, ranging from minuscule to extravagant. And the two of you tended to ride that middle line when it came to what you wore to these functions.

Well, more so you.

Jungkook could wear a brown paper bag as a costume and still turn heads. Something that before dating him was much less annoying. You stifled your distaste for what Jungkook had set out for tonight. Mainly because it was hot as fuck.

Your boyfriend's normal aesthetic consisted of dark colors, loose-fitting, and a bit emo. But tonight he was going for a bolder look.

Blood red pants that hugged his buff thighs, a matching loose blazer lined with patterned silk and print button-up that you knew would NOT be buttoned up.

He'd always had an amazing physique and filled out whatever he wore. Something you had a love/hate relationship with since making things official. And by no means were you unnattractive. You just preferred to play it cool with how you dressed as to not attract unwanted attention.

But this year, you figured it was time for you to switch it up as well.

"Hmm?" you murmur in response to the question, leaning closer to your reflection to check your lashes. You then planted a gentle hand on the mirror for support, extending your back and deepening your arch to give Jungkook and eyeful of your plump curvy backside from where he was still standing off to the side. He gawks at your voluptuousness for a few seconds before blinking away his thoughts and snapping out of it.

"Don't 'hmmm' me. Turn around." Jungkook steps up behind you, pulling you by your elbow so that you faced him. You huffed stubbornly as you turned on your heels and looked up at him with a full-on pout.

"Whaaaat Kook..." you whine, but your boyfriend isn't phased. He only examines your outfit, glancing over your shoulder at the mirror to see the way your dress stopped just below the curve of your ass cheeks. You unconsciously reached back tug at the hem to pull it only a fraction lower. Jungkook smirks but the expression doesn't meet his eyes when returns his gaze to you.

"I thought you said you were dressing up as a witch..." he quirks a brow at you.

You looked down at your outfit as if you hadn't picked it out yourself and frown innocently.

A witch, indeed you were.

Your skin-tight black dress clung to your body perfectly, accentuating every dip and curve on your somewhat petite body. The sleeves were long, wide at the opening, and hanging down from your wrists at a point. Seeming ordinary from behind, disregarding how short it was, the front of the dress was the real focal point.

A deep plunging neckline, stopping just above your navel, exposed the smooth skin of your cleavage and sternum. Thin black strings were woven through tiny holes lining the v-neck, creating diamonds up to your bust.

"I am. See?" You point to the witch hat a black pair of tall thigh-high heeled boots laying on the floor near the door and Jungkook follows your finger with his eyes. His jaw drops are the shiny leather and he does his best not to drool at the visual of you in them.

"Well...Don't you think this ...costume...is a bit much? I mean...My friends are gonna be there and..." he stammers, pausing as he returned his gaze to you.

"Aaaand..so are mine. What's your point?" you tilt your head and bat your lashes, making Jungkook clear his throat. He takes a look at the back of your body again in the mirror then stared down at the woven laces cutting down your front and between your breasts and drags his teeth over the pink flesh of his inner bottom lip.

You smirked.

"My point is...don't you have a dress that's longer than that? One that covers your ass and tits a bit more?"

You don't even attempt to stifle your scoff at his words, taking a tiny step back to look Jungkook up and down. Which might have been a mistake considering he was still naked and incredibly tempting.

But you held your scowl as you continued.

"Did I say anything about your costume last year? Or now? What the hell are you supposed to be anyway?" you fold your arms over your chest.

Jungkook narrows his brow and shrugs before pointing to the bed, where his outfit was draped over the comforter.

"I'm a vampire...see?" pointing with emphasis at the set of fake fangs placed next to the collar of his blazer. Your eyes follow his hand and you roll your eyes at the tiny white fangs.

"And last year was different. Last year, you weren't mine..." Jungkook pulls your gaze from the bed with his tone as he continues with a pout.

"Are you saying you don't like it what I'm wearing?" you say and Jungkook snorts, reaching up to rub at his nape with a conflicted expression.

"Babe.....is that a serious question? It doesn't matter if I like it or not. I don't know...I just don't want you to be uncomfortable...."  he drops his hand and steps up to close the gap between you, glancing over your shoulder again to stare at your ass.

When you notice the crease of uncertainty in his expression, you let out a sigh.

"Well.....would you be uncomfortable if I wore this?" you gazed up at him. Feeling your eyes, Jungkook tears his away from your reflection.

"Huh? What?...no...Im just saying.." he stammers, his eyes still flitting back to the mirror at your outfit and you can't help but be amused by his distracted features.

You knew you were playing with fire. But tonight was supposed to be fun. So after allowing him to oggle you for a few more seconds, you turn around to face the mirror with a smirk. Jungkook watched you fluff your hair, smudge your dark lips together, and cup at your cleavage to make sure everything was as it should be. Then you locked eyes with his and shrugged.

"Then I'm wearing it. Hurry up and get dressed. We're already late...."

As you turned to walk away from the mirror, you yelp in surprise when you feel Jungkook yanking your arm back, turning you and pressing you against the glass forcefully.

"Jungkook what are you...ah.." your voice trails off into a moan when you feel the front of your dress being lifted. Jungkook nudges at your foot with his, making you spread your legs and grant him access to the apex of your thighs.

Your breathing hitched when you felt his fingers grazing the thin fabric of your panties, the tip of his middle finger drawing a line over the slit of your lips teasingly.

"You don't think...I'm insecure? Do you?" his voice drops an octave, almost to a rasp, and your bottom lip trembles as you struggled to find your words.

"Hmm?" Jungkook questions as he lifted his hand to let it slip under the elastic and down beneath the lace. When his hand makes contact with your sex you gape at the feeling.

"N..No..." you stammer as Jungkook rubs your pussy gently, not trying to focus his touch on any particular area just yet.

"Good...because I'm not...because I already know this..." he pauses as he presses his middle finger down over your clit, creating that pressure and friction your boxy craved.

"...is all mine. You know that right?" Jungkook says slowly, matching the pace of how he rubbed your swollen bud with intent.

You braced your hands at his strong shoulders, moaning softly in response, encouraging Jungkook to up his efforts.

"Mine?" he repeats, leaning closer to kiss your lips tenderly. He pulls back to catch your reaction to his touch, dipping his fingers through your slit to lubricate his actions over your clit over and over until your mouth gapes.

You knew he was waiting for you to respond...

But who could talk with a hand stuffed into their panties like that?

His finger repeated the teasing action on your clit and whimper softly, making Jungkook smile.

"Wear whatever you want baby...Just remember who you belong to,"  he says softly, leaning in briefly to press his lips to your forehead. As he did, you were barely aware of his fingers abandoning your clit until you felt them gliding past your entrance, plunging deep inside of you.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion, letting your head tilt back to hit the glass as Jungkook trailed feather-light kisses down the side of your face and neck, his fingers curling inside of you as he rubbed at the rigid wet flesh.

"This is mine?" he murmurs against your throat, parting his lips to draw his tongue over your pulse, already getting in character for tonight it seems. His teeth graze your skin and your knees start to weaken at the pace of his fingers.

"Mmhmm" you hum in response, pressing your lips together to keep from crying out. Your breathing quickened and your eyes began to roll as you felt your fuse beginning to burn out. The familiar heat building deep inside of you, the tingle of sensation signaling the nearing of your release.

Jungkook chuckles softly as he bit down on your neck and sucked it gently as his fingers began to move faster against your spot until he could feel your walls clenching hard around him, almost pushing him out as you came on his hand.

"That's my girl..." he hissed as you cried out, shaking and digging your nails into his shoulders as his fingers slowed inside of you.

Jungkook slowly pulls his hand away and lifts his head to catch your blissful expression.

Red cheeks and glossy eyes.

Smeared black lipstick beyond the line of your mouth from biting your lips.

You were so perfect to him despite all of it.

He glares down at you with fondness and adoration, his freshly scrubbed skin glowing a smooth tan underneath the lights of your bedroom, and the ever intoxicating scent of his body wash and shampoo fills your senses. You resist the urge to bite your lip as your eyes skimmed over the smooth marbled flesh of his chest, only inches away from your face.

"You're....an..asshole..." you murmur as you panted. Jungkook grins wickedly as he stepped away, brushing his wet hand over the towel at his hips. He bites his lip as he looked down at your trembling knees and dark panties, which were completely soaked through and dripping between you spread legs.

As you widened the gap to keep your dress from getting wet, Jungkook backs away still grinning as he began to dress. He pulls his underwear up beneath his towel, tossing it aside before reaching for his pants.

He cuts you a brief look as he dressed and smirks.

"Looks like you'll have to take those off....."

Jimins house was packed. Cars lined the street and driveway and music could be heard all the way down road. It was a good thing they were deep in the woods, otherwise, there would have been a plethora of noise complaints plaguing the local police station.

The two of you entered the large house hand in hand, greeted happily by mutual friends and classmates. There were many new faces among the familiars, many people not in actual costumes. The looks of wanting and approval of Jungkooks "costume" didnt go unnoticed by you. But neither did the gawks and stares of appreciation for your curves in your dress go unnoticed by your date.

He played it cool though.

Jungkook's behavior wasnt too peculiar as the night progressed. Sure he stayed on your ass majority of the night, dancing closely and holding you by the waist or clutching your hand possessively. But you didn't mind the attention. You absolutely loved it when Jungkook got like this.

He was absolutely the jealous and possesive type but in a healthy way. He never stopped you from being you. But he also had his own ways of coping with it. And he intended on letting you feel how much the attention your costume was drawing was effecting him.

The fact that he knew you still werent wearing panties didnt help that either.

As Jimins house grew more and more crowded, and your feet were beginning to feel sore from dancing and standing in those heels, you and Jungkook eventually found large plushy love seat in farthest corner of the living room.

You were seated comfortably between Jungkooks legs, your back to his front, vibing out and mingling with friends as they passed.

After a while, as the alcohol really began to settle in, you found yourself nestling against your boyfriends hard chest and mumbling along to whatever song was playing.

Jungkook held you close, cradling you in his lap, rubbing at the exposed skin of your thighs gently as his buzz deepened.

"i looove this song.." You groaned out suddenly as the musc changed and a sultry guitar began strumming and the smooth vocals filled the wide space.

Jungkook lifted his brow as you pushed up from his chest to sit up and let your feet touch the floor.

You slowly began dancing from where you were perched on his lap, humming the melody drunkenly and winding your hips in slow circles to the beat. You felt Jungkooks body stiffen slightly beneath you and you smiled inwardly at the feel of his hands slowly coming up to grip you at your waist.

"Hey Beautiful.....what are you doing...." Jungkook says to you, his chest vibrating against your back as you continued to grind back against his lap.

"Babe....." Jungkook he sighs in your ear, a warning in his voice evident as you reached back to touch his hair, still snaking your body to the beat.

"Dont think you can tease me baby..." you hear and feel warm against your cheek as Jungkook leaned into your touch, gripping your hips and letting his hands slide over your thighs and back to your waist.

".....and dont think I wont fuck you right now....in front of everyone....Im not that drunk..." his husky whispers make you bite down on your lip, mischief sparking in your eyes and excitement strumming in your chest at the thought.

You looked around at the many people only a few feet from where you and Jungkook were tucked away. Sure the music was loud, the dim lighting and smoke was concealing them enough. But anyone could walk over to the couches to sit. Any of their friends could come over to talk. At any moment.

That alone was enough to turn you on even more. The idea of getting fucked in front of everyone and the possibility of getting caught had you clenching with need and you already knew you were beginning to drip because pf the alcohol.

Fuck it.

You ignored him as you kept rubbing your ass over him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Teasing him in small circles with your hips and letting your hair sway over your back. Seducing him with your curves and shameless lapdance as if no one was watching.

This only went on for a few seconds until you felt Jungkooks body relax, his hands at your hips gliding back to tug at the back of your dress. You gasp when you feel his warm hands on your bare ass, squeezing at your pliant skin as you continued to move.

Jungkook shifted behind you, lifting his hips just enough to unbutton his pants and push the front of his underwear down to free himself.

Your breathing hitched when you felt how hard he actually was, almost pulsing beneath your heat. Jungkook eased back in the seat, his chest heaving at the feel of you sliding the face of your pussy over his shaft, slicking his length with your wetness.

"Youre so fucking wet baby..fuck..." Jungkook murmured as you slid over him, the tip of him brushing against your clit and entrance with every movement.

You whined at the delicious tease , your hands braced on the arms of the chair as you rocked your hips back and forth. You lifted up slightly  and Jungkook takes that as his opportunity to grip himself at the base, lining the head of his dick up with your slickness and rubbing it against you gently as you moved.

Seeking permission to enter.

With hooded eyes, you glanced around at the party still occurring around the two of you. Everyone seemed completely distracted, drunk or high and under the haze of the atmosphere. Nobody even paying any attention to the horny couple in the shadowed corner of the house.

So slowly, you sank yourself down on him, a low groan and hiss of satisfaction escaping the both of you at the feel of finally being connected. You pressed yourself back until your bare ass was flush against Jungkooks pelvis. The stretch inside of you was welcome, your walls already quivering and trembling around him. They ached for more. They ached for stimulus. They ached for movement.

So you obeyed your body and began to wind your hips again, rising a few inches and sliding back down.

"Fuck..."Jungkook grit his teeth and shut his eyes tight at the feel of you taking him, your body swallowing him and enveloping him with your warmth. Out of reflex, Jungkook thrusted upward to meet your stroke.

You couldnt stifle the moan of surprise at the feel of Jungkooks tip hitting hard at the very back of your desire. It almost hurt but the pain quickly subsided when you felt Jungkook shift behind you.

The chair begins to recline a bit, allowing Jungkook to lean back enough so that his range of motion was extended. And just when you were about to continue riding him, he holds you still by the waist and starts flexing his hips up into you.

Jungkook fucks you deep but agonizingly slow, stroking your body to the soothing rhythm of the song drowning out your moans.

He felt so good, too good. And you bowed your head in an attempt to hidd your face from those in front of you. But you didnt hinder your moans of pleasure as you tried your best to fuck back against Jungkooks deep strokes.

Jungkooks bottom lip stung from his bite, the skin trapped between his teeth as he focused all of us strength into his core and legs as he rammed into you. His hands were digging into your hips, squeezing you and holding your body in place as he chased your high. You were so close, your walls clenching him in and your head falling back as you cried out.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your vision fell out of focus as Jungkook hit your spot with ferocity and it only takes a few more strokes for you to explode around him.

You felt Jungkook sitting up to wrap his arms around your waist, still moving inside of you but more staccato as he relished in the feel of your cresting orgasm.

You felt his shallow breathe at your ear and your head lolls weakly to lean back against his as Jungkook slipped in and out of your walls.

"Mine?...This is mine?" His husky tone sends a chill down your spine,adding to the overwhelming combination of sensations already rushing over your flushed skin.

You moaned softly in response, biting your lip and tightening around him as if that were the answer and Jungkook groans low in his chest as his strokes became stagnant. He held you close, trapping your body against his as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You felt the warmth of his seed coating your walls and another shiver hits your when you feel Jungkooks lips at your ear. His breathing was heavy and his mouth was hot. His teeth nibbled at your lobe softly before he parted his lips to speak

"Kiss me.." he exhales and you immediately turn your head, craning your neck back to lock lips with Jungkook sloppily.

He slowly loosens his arms around you, letting his hands slide back to hold you at your waist as he kissed you. His tongue tasted like green apple jolly rancher and tequila, rolling and twisting with yours, humming low in his throat.

Your walls contracted around Jungkook reflexively when you felt his hand circling your throat gently, coaxing you and leading the kiss as he softened inside you.

The air surrounding the two of you felt thicker, every sound and movement suspended in a place apart from where you were. In this corner, in the house full of people..

The two of existed in a little bubble of bliss on the couch in the shadows. Kissing each other tenderly and passionately, wrapped in Jungkooks strong arms as you leaned back against him.

As if it were instinctive, your eyes open to notice someone approaching the corner and you break the kiss just your little bubble of love is popped by..

"...shit...Taehyung! Hey!" you blurt out, forcing Jungkooks eyes to open wide.

Taehyung steps up through the smoke ,a red cup in hand and his eyes hooded in his half assed Joker costume and stops right in front of the loveseat.

"Tae..Bro...whats up?" Jungkook sits up, repositioning you on his lap and pulling your dress down as much as he could. The movement makes you even more aware of the fact that Jungkooks dick was still inside of you, trapping majority of his dripping cum from drizzle out of you as you both looked up at a drunk and oblivious Taehyung.

"You guys are so fucking cute...its gross" he chuckles, tipping his cup up to take a sip. He takes a long draft of his drink and swallows before continuing.

"Anyway...Jungkook! We're setting up for a round of beer pong in the back. How bout it? Me and you vs Jimin and Hobi..." he slurs loudly over the music.

"Cool. Yea...We'll be right out..." Jungkook yells in response, masking his annoyance seamlessly and Taehyung nods. He shoots you a knowing wink before turning away and youre eyes widen.

He didn't know what had just occurred over here....did he?

You dont have much time to ponder over the thought though.

As soon as he disappeared among the crowd, Jungkook was lifting you from his lap and guiding you to stand, still holding you at your waist. The moment his dick slipped out of you, you pressed your thighs together as tight as you could.

The walk to the nearby bathroom was comical, the two of you shuffling closely with one in front of the the other. Both sheilding each others wet and soiled areas until you reached the privacy of the bathroom.

After doing the necessary things one must do after spontaneous raw couch sex, you were standing in front of the sink assessing your appearance as Jungkook stood wide legged nearby over the toilet with his head back.

"Well...This dress is done for." you huff at your reflection, the seat of the black fabric stained with sex and release. Jungkook lifts his head and gazes over at you and grunts in amusement as he flushed.

His eyes fell to the back of your dress that was not only stained and wet, but parts of it were ripped and stretched beyond repair.

"Here.." he says as he turns to you at the sink while you turn to face him curiously.

Without a thought, he removes his red blazer and drapes it over your shoulders.

"There...We're going outside anyway and Im kind of over Taehyung staring at your ass." he mumbles bitterly as he fixed the garment over your petite body.

You smirk at his jealous remark.

"He can look... But he knows who I belong to.." you arch your brow and Jungkook mirrors you as he placed his hands at your waist beneath his blazer. He pulls your forward into his chest and reaches lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Act like you fucking know then...." he growls as he dipped his neck to hover over your lips.

You lift your chin to plant a few soft kisses to them, rolling your eyes and giggling against him when he squeezed you harder.

"....that is too bad about the dress though...."he murmurs as he pulled away, loosening his grip on your ass and stepping back to look down at your body.

"I kinda liked it..."

Id love some feedback to indulge my bad habit of writing 100 fics at once🙂🥲🥴

To Give a Helping Hand | jjk

☆summary: when Jungkook comes home from the gym, he goes feral thinking about you.

☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: smut, idol!au

☆warnings: unedited, curses, explicit content: masturbation. that's it, that's the whole thing. Cumshot on his hand tattoos. Jungkook is hella horny for reader and jerks off thinking about her - fantasies of oral sex (male and female receiving), of unprotected sex, of rough sex, of hickeys and marking (scratches on the back), of shower sex, of spanking, of choking, of creampies, of clit play, of fingering and squirting. Multiple orgasms, lowkey pain kink and praise kink (let me know if I forgot something)

☆word count: 1.8k (I think it's the shortest thing I've ever written on here lmao)

☆a/n: pure unedited sins bc mr jeon jungkook makes me horny despite being in the army. hope this doesn't disappoint lmaooo thank you to @wintaerbaer for her help with the banner (it would have been a horrible mess without your guidance) and for encouraging me to write this!! love you Ari <3333

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You’re driving him insane.

You. Are. Driving. Him. Insane.

Insane.

Every time Jungkook sees you at the gym, he goes insane. Completely, utterly, insane. He thinks there has to be a better word in the dictionary to describe what you do to him but, alas, he can’t find it.

So insane it is, and he tries to live up to the name.

He’s been home for five minutes, and he’s already in his bed, dick so hard he thinks it’ll explode. Because of course you had to be doing squats today, in those way too tight biker shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Your thick ass, stretching the fabric so much he thinks he spied a thong underneath…

Jungkook grunts, hiding his eyes behind his arm, trying to erase the picture from his mind. But he can’t. You’re everywhere – behind his closed eyelids, or a ghost in his room when he opens his eyes again.

It’s been that way since the very first day he saw you at the gym. Jungkook caught sight of you and immediately had a boner, which hadn’t happened to him since he was a teenager. He’s a grown man, for fuck’s sake, yet the sight of you turns him on far more than anything ever has.

You’re just… perfect. Too hot, your body perfectly sculpted by the hours you spend at the gym every week. Jungkook dreams of dragging his hands, his tongue, on every inch of your body. Of caressing your hard-earned muscles, of gripping the meat of your ass…

Of grinding into you and hearing the little breathy moans he’s sure that you make in the thralls of passion.

Fuck.

If he’s honest, he would have fucked you that first time. Would have approached you and charmed you, seduced you until he’d have you writhing under his body. But one look – one damn look – at your keychain, and he knew you were off limits.

The bright pink Kooky plushie hanging from the keychain was a firm reminder that he cannot approach you, ever. Indeed, he doesn’t mix pleasure with work, which is starting to prove increasingly hard as he gets more famous, and as his fans grow way too numerous.

As his fans, as you pretend that you don’t recognize him when you go to the gym, even though he catches you looking at him all the time. Yet he can’t approach you, won’t approach you, ever. But nothing stops him from exploring his dirty little fantasies, whenever he wraps his hand around his cock…

Jungkook grunts, and he decides to take manners into his own hands, literally. He wishes it’d be your hand, gripping his cock once he’s pushed his shorts and underwear down. Wishes you’d hold him tight as you’d jerk him off slowly, eyes never leaving his.

He imagines you taking him in your mouth. Your plump lips, wrapping around the tip of his cock, sucking once as he’d fist your hair, restraining himself from thrusting in your mouth. Or maybe you’d give him the go to fuck your mouth, to unleash himself on you…

Jungkook moans, and he jerks himself off, slowly. Eyes closed as he imagines everything he wants you to do to him, everything he wants to do to you. His hand is not nearly enough to pleasure him, not when he’s been craving you the way that he has…

But it’ll make do.

Spitting in his other hand, Jungkook holds his dick up to rub the natural lube on the head of his cock. He winces – he’s already so damn sensitive… Probably because he’s sported a semi since he saw you at the gym.

Who gave you the right to go to the gym in those shorts, with only a sports bra to pair with them? You looked devilish, downright sinful, and you’ve dragged him to hell.

Once his dick is lubed up, glistening in the dim light from the hallway because he sure as hell didn’t have time to turn the lights on in his room, Jungkook strokes himself, slowly. Tattooed fingers firmly wrapped around his cock, just the way he likes it – right under the tip, hard enough to hurt just a little bit.

Hard enough to make him wish he was fucking your tight pussy instead. He imagines the drag of your walls on his dick, on his veins and on the ridge of his tip. He imagines your breasts bouncing up and down as you’d ride him, and then your face, contorted in pleasure, as he’d jackhammer into you.

He’s had noise complaints from his neighbours once, because of the loud singing he does once in a while, when he goes live for his fans. Right now, he wishes he’d get a noise complaint because they’d hear him fucking you good, fucking you until you’d crumble into ecstasy.

He picks up the pace on his dick, free hand grabbing at the white sheet of his bed. Would you be the type to moan unabashedly loud? To say his name when you come, when your walls flutter on his dick?

The thought makes his dick twitch in his hand, and Jungkook grunts again, curses underneath his breath. He doesn’t even know your name, but he sure as hell knows he’d come with your name a litany on his lips, a sinful melody he’d sing just for you to hear.

Would you drag your nails on his back, marking him so that the world knows you’re his? Would you suck on his neck, leave hickeys behind that he’d have to hide under foundation? Would you beg for him, or would you be a brat?

He wants you to be a brat. He wants to have to put you back into your place, to spank your ass and choke you until all you know is his name. He’d be feral with you – he’s feral just thinking about you. And maybe one day he’ll betray his number one rule, maybe one day he’ll fuck you into the night, hear you cry with pleasure as he’d pump his load inside of you…

His imagination is running wild, and his pace on his dick is relentless, unforgiving. His bicep burns already, even though he’s barely started. Or maybe he’s just too lost in his fantasies, losing track of time. But he doesn’t care – he’d lose track of time fucking you, too.

“Fuck,” he moans, eyes closed tightly, eyebrows bunched together as if in pain. But he’s not hurting – he feels way too good, the pleasure running through his blood a symphony every cell inside of him is addicted to.

You’re just too beautiful to him. He’d fucking crawl on his knees for you, or maybe he’d make you crawl. He’d force you to crawl, to beg for him, to…

Jungkook grunts loudly, his orgasm hitting so hard it feels like a trainwreck. He doesn’t slow down his pace on his dick right away, letting his cum spurt out and drip on his fingers, on the back of his hand. He doesn’t even care if he makes a mess – he’s lost to his pleasure, and he doesn’t want to come back to sanity. He wants to stay insane, and so he drags his orgasm out, milks it out of himself.

And he comes a lot, painting his whole fucking hand white. He’d think it to be disgusting, but when he looks down at his hand, fuzzy from his blissed-out pupils, he sees that he’s covered his tattoos with cum. His army tattoo – the closest he’ll get to come on you. He curses at the sight, hates that it’s turning him on again and that his dick twitches, begging for more. But all he does is watch the cum – it covers the three first letters, but it’s slowly dripping towards the y, and soon the whole tattoo will be covered, like he fucking wishes your pussy would be covered with his cum, dripping with it. He’d finger you with it.

Fucking hell.

Jungkook gives in to the unrelenting desire once he’s in the shower, trying to clean himself. A single thought of your thick ass and the stretched fabric of your biker shorts sends him back to square one, and he jerks himself off again, fast and hard, his free hand leaning on the wall. He’s quick to shift and put his forearm against the wall instead, hiding his face in his arm. And then he imagines fucking you in this shower, taking you from behind as your ass cheeks shake from his ministrations. He imagines you trying to find purchase on the wall, your hands slipping until he pulls you back into his chest. He’d hold you tight, wrap a hand around your neck, and he’d find your clit with his other hand.

He’d make you come so fucking hard. All night long. He doesn’t think he’d let you even fucking walk out of his apartment. He’d fuck you seven days a week, wouldn’t even leave his bed.

This time, his release hits differently, not as strong. It still fills his blood with ecstasy, and his head swims as he watches his cum go down the drain. His hand, his tattoos, are mostly clean this time around, and he imagines them covered in your cum instead. In your sleek juices as he’d finger you, making you squirt everywhere…

He curses loudly, turning the shower to cold, immediately wincing as the water hits his back. But it’s the only way he thinks he’ll manage to chase his arousal away. Hell, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his fucking evening masturbating. Though it’d be worth it, and he’s fully aware that he’d be able to. He’d just need to think of you, and he’d be ready to go again.

But when he steps out of the shower, he decides otherwise. He decides to go live – are you watching him, from wherever it is that you live in this city? Do you know that you make him insane, so, so insane that he just came twice to the thought of you?

He smirks, watching the comments coming in even though he hasn’t said anything yet. They fly too fast for him to be able to read anything, but he knows.

He knows that you’re there, on the other side of the screen, watching him as he watches you. Where else would you be?

And he knows damn well that next time he’ll see you, he’ll talk to you. Fuck the rules, fuck the fact that you’re his fan. He needs to fuck you, to know what your pussy taste like and how you sound when you come.

So next time he sees you, instead of jerking himself off alone, Jungkook knows he’ll ask you to give a helping hand.

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Welcome to the land of sinning lmao hope you enjoyed this short ride! Let me know what you thought - it always motivates me to write more stuff like this ;)

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3D: JJK Part 2

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: Jungkook AMBW fic with original characters. Sex, raw and protected. Oral (female and male recieving) Threesome. Some fluff anx mild plot because theyre lovers after all 😌

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The night after leaving the diner....

Jungkook lingered in the bathroom doorway with his shoulder pressed against the frame.

Just a few feet away, the shaded silhouette of Janelle's curves could be seen through the foggy shower curtain. She hums softly, soothing and melodic as she washes her body.

God, he loved her voice. It was the first thing that got his attention. Like the twittering of a songbird at the crack of dawn, she appeared to him in the bleakest of places. And now some years later, she'd never left and Jungkook considered himself a lucky son of bitch if you were to ask him.

He didn't realize the thought of her importance had him smiling until it faltered at a different thought.

Tonight was...weird.

Meeting Kat at their usual spot was supposed to put everyone at ease instead of the inevitable awkwardness that came with asking someone to be a third in a two-party relationship.

He was nervous, halfway expecting their mutual friend to be offended by such a proposition.

But it was the fact that it went exactly the way Janelle predicted that surprised him.

And worried him...

*knock knock*

The curtain draws back just to reveal her angelic face that is haloed by dark loose dripping curls. She blinks rapidly to dispel the water dripping over her brow, locking eyes with a very distracted-looking Jungkook.

"Hey.." she exhales, wiping her face. Jungkook perks up at the greeting, his smile returning.

"Hey.." was all his discombobulated brain would let him say, although Janelle didn't find him out of sorts. Jungkook tends to be a man of few words.

"Something wrong?" she lifted her brows and Jungkook shook his head empathetically.

"Naw, nothing at all. Was just seeing if you were still in here.." he lies, something he rarely did when it came to her unless he deemed it necessary.

At his quick response, the slight worry fades from Janelle's expression.

"Oh, well I won't be long in here if you want to hop in after me." she goes on to say, still fighting rivets of water from getting into her eyes.

Of all things crowding Jungkook's mind tonight, a shower was at the very bottom of the things he wanted to do. But perhaps it was the in he needed to begin getting some things off of his chest.

Jungkook's distracted gaze falls to the bunched-up curtain barely covering Janelle's body, his bottom lip tucking itself between his teeth.

"How bout I just hop in now? Save some water?" he tilts his head cutely, his eyes returning to her face.

Janelle smiles at his unsubtleness, knowing he didn't give a hot damn about saving water.

She nods and Jungkook moves to join her, stripping out of his clothes smoothly, stepping in behind her, and pulling the curtain back in place to shield them from the cold air creeping in.

"You washing your hair?" he asks her from behind, placing his hands on her hips to guide her closer to him under the steady streams of hot water. Jungkook nearly stood at 6 feet, putting the top of Janelle's head just below his nose. From that vantage, her hair was all he could see.

Janelle's dark brown curls were elongated and stretching down her back from the saturation of water and whatever sweet-smelling concoction was dripping from it.

He inhales the scent of it fondly, enhanced by the humidity encasing them.

"I wasn't trying to but it got wet anyway. So I'm just conditioning it now. I'm gonna blow it back out tomorrow." Janelle confirms as she begins sectioning her hair down the middle, gathering half of it to the side to section again and begin twisting.

Jungkook watched her hands move expertly through her curls with usual interest. He loved playing in Janelle's hair when she'd let him. Whether it was oiling her scalp, taking down her braids, or just coiling his fingers in her curls to watch them spring back into place, he jumped at any opportunity he had to run his fingers through her thick mane.

"Hmm..Need my help?" he asks, already running his finger down the crooked part splitting at her nape. Janelle's shoulders rise at the ticklish sensation and she gives him a look.

"Not if you're gonna do that.." she smirks over her shoulder. Despite her words, she reaches in for the conditioner and squirts a generous amount in Jungkook's eager hands.

Working the milk and honey-scented conditioner into the strands at the back of her head as he slowly twisted it, Jungkook unwillingly allowed his thoughts to revert to his original anxieties.

Normally, being this close to her calmed his mind but there was just too much noise in his head to allow the night to go on another second without them discussing the obvious.

"You're happy, right?" he asks her seemingly out of nowhere. It had been a little quiet since she allowed him to help her with her hair but Janelle didn't think much of it.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be..." she mutters distractedly, coiling the end of her twist around her finger as she completes it. Working much slower than her, Jungkook continued to wrap the small sections of hair around each other.

"I don't mean in general. I mean with how tonight went. With Kat." he finishes the twist, pulling it to watch it bounce the way he always did.

"Oh. Well, yeah." Janelle shrugs a shoulder.

Another pump of conditioner fills her palm and she lathers it between her hands.

"She seemed up for what we were offering. Which was surprising. I expected her to look at us like we had five heads.." she laughed breathily as she finger-detangled another section near the front of her head. Jungkook tossed the fat twist he'd done over her shoulder, finding most of her head already done and leaving him with nothing left to do.

"She kind of did, Nell." he chuckles, reaching around her to rinse his hands. Janelle is caught against Jungkook's muscular chest and between his arms, the shadow of his body darkening the wall in front of her.

"Eh...only when you flirted with her. I don't think she was expecting that from you. Here, switch." she taps his chest for him to give her the space to reach outside of the small shower for a shower cap she'd left near the toilet tank.

Without any resistance, Jungkook stepped around Janelle as she covered her hair beneath the cap so that he was now under the shower head.

Jungkook tips his head back, allowing the water to soak his hair and face thoroughly before turning his back to Janelle, who was sudsung up a washcloth in preparation to wash his wide back. Something that was now routine for them after sharing a space for so long.

"Hey...That 'Kitty Kat' thing didn't bother you did it? I knew she'd hate it but then I considered you and I felt like an ass as soon as it came outta my mouth.." Jungkook asks over his shoulder with his eyes closed, shaking his head shamefully at the memory. Janelle continues to wash his back, running the soapy towel between his shoulder blades.

"Naw..I thought it was cute. Kat didn't seem very flattered by it and I think that was the point. To get under her skin."

"Yeah.." Jungkook chuckles dryly.

Janelle smirks.

"Yeah. Yall's interactions are funny to watch." she giggles, gliding the washcloth around to Jungkook's front, where he takes it from her gently before she can poke into his naval to tease him.

It was something she always did because of how ticklish he was there. And normally it would catch him off guard, but he was too wrapped up in his worries.

"Hm.." was all he uttered in response as if there was something more he wanted to say but just wouldn't. Janelle frowns at his stiffness, taking a small step back from him.

"What's wrong?"

Jungkook could just about see her face even though his back was to her. Eyes big and full of concern. Lips pursed and pretty.

He sighs.

"Nothing. It's just..."Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly as he washed his chest, turning his back to the shower head to face her.

"I'm happy if you're happy. This is something you've been thinking about for a while. And I'm honored that you feel safe enough with me to explore that but.." he tapers off, his gaze trailing towards the clear pool gathering at their feet as he lifted his arm to wash underneath.

Janelle watched the soap drizzle down his naked body aimlessly, that suspected concern puckering in her brow.

"But?"

Jungkook switched arms, scrubbing his armpit for a few seconds before setting the dripping cloth aside with a deep sigh.

"Ok look.....I'm gonna sound like a huge bitch for saying this but, I'm nervous about how this whole "throuple" thing will affect us. Like I said before, I have no desire to be with anyone other than you. Cheating has never crossed my mind..." he begins and Janelle's eyebrows go up.

"Never? Like ever?"

Jungkook blinks.

"Never. I swear."

"Even when you're mad at me?" Janelle tilts her head, a hint of unseriousness and disbelief in her voice. Jungkook huffed at the idea.

"When have I ever been mad at you Nell? I piss you off more than anything.." he chuckles, earning a stiff nudge in the chest.

"Stop it. I'm sure I get on your nerves more often than not. Or what about when you're just tired of me and think about being with someone new...you could tell me, you know." her eyes widen earnestly, her hands now sliding up Jungkook's torso to rest on his shoulders.

He melts under her touch, returning the affection by caressing the dip of her waist, his thumbs strumming over her hip bones as he squeezes her.

"I am telling you. Trust me..it just doesn't cross my mind. You're pretty much as perfect as a human could be. Your farts don't even bother me."

At that, Janelle snorts in offense, tugging on Jungkook's pierced earlobe playfully.

"That's disgusting and a lie because you don't deal with my farts. Like ever.." she denies adamantly. Jungkook winces and leans into her pull with a charming grin.

"Oh please. Don't give me that 'I don't fart' bullshit. We're not new.." he shakes his head, flinging his soaked hair about over his forehead. Droplets of water flick her in the face as she rolls her eyes.

"I'm not claiming that I don't, I'm only saying it doesn't happen around you. I'm pretty stealthy with mine at least.."

It was Jungkook's turn to snort incredulously, reaching up to smooth his wet hair back and out of his face for Janelle to see how sure he was.

"You can't account for every single fart, Babe. We do share a bed at night, remember?.." he wiggles his brows suggestively and Janelle blanches at the thought of Jungkook being awake while she's asleep and pooting happily into the sheets.

Counting them like sheep from his side of the bed and snickering maniacally like an idiot.

"Shut up! ANYWAY....Say I wasn't in the picture at all and you were single. You don't find Kat attractive? You wouldn't date her?"  she steers them back on topic, much to Jungkook's disappointment despite him being the one to bring it up. His shoulders drop, as does his expression as he contemplates his response.

"I mean...She's attractive, yes but.."

"And don't you two have a lot in common?" Janelle cuts in, seeming too hopeful for Jungkook's liking.

"Babe, that's not the point." he starts but Janelle is already shaking her head.

"We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable. I can call Kat tomorrow and let her know. I'm sure she'd understand."

It wasn't that Jungkook was 100% opposed to it. Hell, what guy wouldn't be willing to try being in the middle of two gorgeous women? And if he were with someone other than Janelle, he was sure there would be no apprehension.

But Janelle was different. And Kat was soooo different from Janelle.

Jungkook scoffs at the suggestion, his eyes going to a milky white stream of water and conditioner threatening to drip down Janelle's face. He lets go of her waist to swipe it back into her widow's peak with his thumb

"Sure she would. And she'd feel like she was right about all of this. That you're being coerced into liking girls and Im a scum bag manipulator boyfriend pulling the strings and convincing you we need another person in our lives when all I want...all I need is you..."

There was a pout in his voice that was far too endearing to ignore. Janelle twists her lips to the side as she regards her boyfriend's worrisome expression, reading every line on his face carefully.

"Since when do you care what people think, huh?" she gazes up at him sweetly, melting the tension in his jaw slightly. Jungkook hissed lowly between his teeth, looking away bashfully.

"I don't. I care what you think.." he gives her an emphatic look before returning his attention to yet another drizzle of conditioner about to drip between her eyebrows. His mouth sets in a grim line as he uses his full hand to wipe over Janelle's forehead again, this time pushing back the shower cap, running his palm over her hair, and squishing the fat twists to extrude the excess product from her curls.

All the while, Janelle considers everything he's said.

How he was worried about offending her when responding to Kat's brattiness the way she expected him to.

How adamant he was about her knowing he was happy with just her, even though he never outright objected to the idea of them doing this.

"Oh my God.." Janelle gapes and Jungkook's eyes snap to hers warily.

"What?"

Janelle doesn't respond immediately, only reaching up to cup Jungkook's cheek before running a hand through his soaked hair.

"You're afraid," she says after a beat and Jungkook tilts his head back in surprise.

"Um.Not the word I'd use..." he mutters.

"And I am so selfish..wow." Janelle continues, dropping her hand to stare off into space.

"Another word I wouldn't choose.." Jungkook slides in under his breath again and Janelle sucks her teeth in disagreement.

"But it's true. Here I am, thinking you're just going with the flow because you're invested in the idea of us doing this...when it's just to appease me. Oh God...I'm the scum bag boyfriend." her hand goes to her mouth and if she weren't so damn cute, Jungkook would have been able to keep himself from laughing.

Whatever tension was there dissipated with the fog surrounding them, and the shower water started to cool from being on for so long. The temperature hitting his back now was the least of Jungkook's concerns that Janelle was blaming herself for his insecurities.

While they were valid, he still didn't want her to blame herself.

"No baby...." he pulls her hand from her face, lifting her chin with his knuckle. Her bottom lip trembled a bit, further breaking his heart as he locked her in his gaze.

"I'm not scared. I just don't want you to end up hurt, that's all. So many things are playing out in my mind where that happens. I'm happy with you and you alone. You know that. But if doing this makes you happy, we can try it out. Hell, there are no rules so we can pretty much structure it however we want. We can set boundaries. The extent of me and Kat's involvement can remain strictly platonic." he shrugs assuredly. Jade's expression shifts to confusion at his suggestion.

"Really? You'd be ok with that?" she asks and Jungkook smirks.

"Why not? She can't knock you up so beyond that, I'm good." he jokes, his attempt at humor barely thawing the tension.

"But seriously. You two can have your own thing and I won't interfere. We won't kiss or have sex...She seems more interested in you than she is in me anyway so.." he turns away from her briefly to cut off the water, which was now ice cold and no longer comfortable.

Janelle realized that her hair was still full of conditioner but rinsing it in the sink would just have to do. She blinks up at Jungkook's subdued face shyly, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth before mumbling.

"But...I want you to."

Jungkook blinks back at her, partially due to the water running down his face from his drenched scalp.

"You.......want me to?" he lifts a brow, genuinely oblivious to what she was getting at. Still worrying her bottom lip until little divots formed from her teeth, Janelle steals a glance at the misted shower curtain before responding.

"You know..." she peeps, shrugging a shoulder, and Jungkook watches her avoid eye contact just long enough for him to figure out exactly what she meant.

"Wait...You want us to..." he trails off, waiting for Janelle to look at him. When she does, her expression is expectant. As if she'd be faced with some sort of judgment in the face of her partner for wanting something so unexpected.

When she says nothing, an impish smirk spreads over Jungkook's dripping lips.

"Oh.." his eyes flutter in realization, still not instilling confidence in Janelle based on how her brows slanted worriedly.

"Oh?..as in 'oh hell naw' or.." her voice tapers with Jungkook's rejection and judgment already accepted in her mind. She hugged herself against the chill that was now filling the shower space, but it was clear her body language read deeper than that.

She was closing herself off, retracting her willingness to be open and vulnerable with the one person she should be able to be with. After being with her day in and day out for a while, Jungkook knew how hard it was for Janelle to be open in her past relationships.

It was hard enough being so soft-spoken and a chronic people pleaser, but dating self-serving assholes didn't encourage her to speak up for herself when it came to what she wanted.

At least until she met Jungkook...

Jungkook sighed, cursing himself mentally before pulling one of her arms that covered her chest. He lifts her hand to his mouth, brushing her soft knuckles against his lips.

"Naw...' Oh' as in...' Oh, ok cool'. Or 'ooooh you nasty.'..." he wrinkles his nose, pulling her to stumble into him over the bath mat. He then smushes her cheeks between his fingers, forcing her lips to pout out for him to ravish in a playful kiss.

Janelle yelps as his other hand skims down her wet and slippery back to cup her backside, squeezing a healthy serving of her booty cheek until she squeals again against his lips.

She reaches back to grip his wrist, steadily giggling in his grasp.

"Stahp! And don't call me nasty! You nasty. I feel you getting hard against my leg." she notes, the bridge of her nose scrunching in mock disgust despite not pulling away. Jungkook grins and bites his lip as he presses their bodies closer together.

"Duh. You're naked and wet. So tell me something...Why is that something you want?" he hugs her, his hand still resting at the crease of her ass. It didn't matter that the water was no longer running and the warmth of its steam was long gone. Janelle felt perfectly content standing in the bathtub, trapped in her man's embrace.

His question had her feeling shy all over again, her face tingling with the rising blush under her skin.

"I...I don't know...because I think it would be kind of sexy to...ya know..watch. Sometimes." she shrugs, keeping her gaze fixed on Jungkook's throat. His Adam's apple shifted a little when he tilted his head, in an attempt to summon her eyes towards his.

"Watch? Oh, you nasty foreal..." he teases.

At that, Janelle was over it. She stifled her smile as she pushed him away, yanking at the shower curtain to make her escape. Jungkook chuckles as he follows her, both of them stepping carefully over the damp bathroom floors. Janelle is already wrapping a towel around her body by the time Jungkook finds another conveniently folded on a shelf.

"I don't know why you're acting all innocent about this. Everyone knows you nasty Nell. Me more than anyone.." he shakes his mop of a head out before rubbing the body towel over it.

"Oh, whatever..." she waves him off, securing the towel's fold at her chest.

Janelle reaches past him for the cabinet that contains her skin products. She selects her favorite scented body butter and oil and shuffles to perch on the edge of the bathtub to begin moisturizing her skin.

Jungkook continues dabbing the water from his hair with his eyes screwed shut. He remains unabashedly naked in front of the sink, his inked-out sleeves flexing with the subtle movements of shuffling the towel over his head.

Oh so domestic and cozy with each other per usual.

Janelle's eyes lifted casually to watch him as she rubbed the cream over her knees and shin, admiring his height and muscular frame without him noticing. 

Jungkook dropped the towel from his head to hang over his shoulders, his hair now half dry and spiking in all directions. He turns to face the mirror and regards his reflection with a focused scowl, turning his head to inspect his skin. As he does, Janelle's sneaky gaze falls from his face and impressive upper body, to what she could see of the wobbling appendage between his legs, hanging handsomely and only slightly erect as he leaned closer to the mirror to poke at a tiny pimple threatening to form on his chin.

Salacious thoughts roll through her mind, some including him bending her over the counter right now and easing the ache between her thighs. All this talk about their relationship and exploring the unknown together did something to her.

On top of Jungkook looking like a literal god, a statue of marbled stone sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

Another thought pops in of her dropping to her knees in front of him and surprising him with her mouth as he attends to his lazy skincare routine. She could already taste him at the back of her throat.

And then, as that scenario continued to play out in her head, the image of herself stroking his shaft is eventually accompanied by a pair of pale pink and slightly freckled lips wrapping around his mushroom tip.

Lips that weren't hers but equally as full and wet.

Equally as pretty, with a long pierced tongue that curved around Jungkook's girth.

Janelle's vision of Kat laving his dick in front of her on the bathroom floor has her going silent Her lips part slowly as she zoned out, her eyes shifting off focus while her oil-covered hands moved slowly over her legs.

Kat's moans, or what she imagined her moans to sound like.

Deep, a little raspy, and whiny.

..surrounded Jungkook's dick as best as her mouth could. Her head bobs slowly, siren eyes lifting to watch Jungkook's brow furrow in ecstasy.

"Fuck.." his lip ring jiggled with the hoarse curse, water still dripping from his dark wavy mane as he watched his dick get coated in Kat's saliva. Janelle's hand continued stroking him from the base and his hooded scowl shifted to her as he groaned.

"That's it..fuck, that's it.." he reaches for Janelle, caressing her cheek with tatted knuckles. She looks up at him adoringly and Jungkook smirks down at her.

"You're so fucking pretty baby..." he praises her, grazing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Kat whines childishly with bubbling spit pooling at the corners of her mouth. She pulls off of his dick with a dramatic slurp and glowers up at Jungkook.

"Hey..what about me?" she simpers and both Janelle and Jungkook chuckle. Janelle turns to Kat, giving her her signature sugary sweet smile.

"You know you're the prettiest Kitty.." she says to her, using her free hand to tuck a loc of disheveled copper hair behind Kat's ear before running her fingertips down her cheek. Jungkook hums in agreement, licking his lips.

"Mmhmm..especially with my dick in your mouth.." he mirths, covering Janelle's hand that was still wrapped at his base to take hold of himself. His swollen tip smooths over Kat's lips like an applicator, smearing the remnants of her spit and his pre cum over her bottom lip teasingly. Janelle's eyes fixed on the wet point of contact between Kat's pliant lips and Jungkook's dick, her mouth beginning to water.

"So pretty.." she echoes, her fingers curling under Kat's chin and coaxing it to drop. Kat's mouth opens just enough for Jungkook to slide himself back in with a strained hiss between his teeth.

"Ugh..yess.." he calls to the ceiling, tipping his head back as Kat's mouth engulfed him in her warm and wet sanctuary.

She sucks him deeper, earning another growl from above that sends her pussy into a clenching frenzy. She whimpers around him again, her eyes rolling back as she resumes sucking him off slowly, taking as much of his length in as she could. Jungkook takes his hands off of himself and away from Janelle's face and uses them to grip the counter's edge, relinquishing all control over his pleasure to his lovers.

He looks to Janelle, tipping his chin in Kat's direction.

"Help her out, baby. Show her how I like it

..." he croons, sending a shiver down her spine that manifests in a slow drip of arousal down her inner thighs.

Nodding, Janelle moves any distracting curls from Kat's face before pushing her head down hard on Jungkook's dick, gagging the redhead until tears rolled down her cheeks.

Janelle pulls her head back with a handful of copper tresses in her clutches to allow Kat a moment to catch her breath, eventually guiding her back towards the angry red tip in front of her.

"That's my girl...fuck.. don't stop either.."Jungkook ruts slowly, matching the pace that Janelle set for their girlfriend, aiding her in taking every thick inch that their boyfriend had to offer.

"Babe."

"Babe..."

"Janelle."

Jungkook's voice pulled her from her daydream, the sound of her name in his stern voice startling her. Her eyes flutter up at him attentively, her hands still coated in oil idling over her ankle.

"Hmm?" she pouts her lips.

Jungkook's towel was now wrapped loosely at his waist, a peak of his pubic hair just barely visible over the fold. His hair was a damp spikey mess, as expected, but he looked fresh off the pages of some magazine spread.

"What are you over there thinking so hard about? You've been lubing up the same leg for 3 minutes." he chuckles.

Janelle's doe eyes flit from her boyfriend's face to his happy trail and her brow crinkles into a scowl of thought.

At her silence, Jungkook smirks. He approaches her at the bath, squatting down so that they are at the same level.

He tilts his head, waiting for her to look up at him.

"Talk to me." he lifts the brow twinkling with silver.

Janelle locked eyes with him inevitably, stifling her smile at how Jungkook stared at her, his hands resting on her knees. She bites her lip worriedly before relenting.

"Ok. Be honest. Is it weird that I want this? To want to see how you are with someone else and me because it turns me on a little... a lot." she admits after a beat. Jungkook's expression is unwavering as his mouth shrugs at the question.

"Weird? No..Different, yeah. It doesn't matter though. If you want it, you got it, baby. As long as you are comfortable at the end of the day. I am curious though..." he pauses.

Janelle's eyes follow his as they drop where his large hands are still resting on her knees. They moved up her thighs slowly, pushing the towel back and encouraging them to part as he filled the gap on his knees.

"Has this always been a thing? This fantasy..or is it just with me?" he asks, his hands massaging Janelle's shimmering flesh in slow circles with his thumbs. He inches closer, teasing the tip of his nose against hers until she smiles.

Fuck, she loved him. For every rough edge, there was a softness that Janelle liked to think was only for her. The intimacy. The tenderness. His hands had traveled so high up her thighs, that her towel was barely covering her lower body anymore and goosebumps tickled her skin from the exposure. He was inches away from grazing a part of her that begged to be touched by only him.

Jungkook noses at her cheek, planting a little kiss to her jaw before pulling back just a little to wait for her response.

She barely remembered the question, hell...

"Just...just you.."  she stammers in reaction to his lips and Jungkook makes a sound from deep in his throat that makes her tremble. She steadied herself by holding him at his biceps as he threatened to nudge her into the tub.

"Hmm....so, you've imagined me being with other women in front of you?" he probes further, similarly to how one of his hands was snaking up to rest on her hip while he pressed against her heat. His thumb passes over her clit just barely, making Janelle gasp.

"Um. I didn't used to..not until I saw Kat. She's just so...sexy confident and bold. Everything I wished I was all the time, she just is. Sure of herself and is unapologetic about it."

Jungkook would have disagreed with her words wholeheartedly any other time. But the fact that Janelle was being this transparent with him kept him quiet. He didn't want her to stop talking, nor did he want to stop touching her the way he was.

"I read people pretty well, y'know?..It's just something about her. It's funny. She actually reminds me a lot of you."

At that, Jungkook pulled back with a confused brow, halting his teasing hands for a moment.

"Huh? How?" he turns up his nose. Janelle shrugs.

" I don't know. Just does. Yall like the same kinds of music and movies and fashion. Even a little about sports. More than I know at least, I sit between yall thinking I'm listening to Simlish." she laughs, although Jungkook is too stuck on her seeing him in another woman.

He sits back on his knees, resting his hands on hers again.

"Wait. So you've been fantasizing about me having sex with basically the female version of me..and that gets you hot?" he furrows his brow with a smirk, a look that made Janelle's core constrict.

"Yeah, but it's not just about sex though. It's the bond we could all have. Her attending to needs you have that I can't or me having someone close to confide in on things that just a friend can't understand. It's hard to explain. Like I said, I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable doing. Me and my kinks are just that and I don't have to indulge them. They aren't anyone else's issue but mine.."

Janelle drops her chin after speaking, seeming to feel some form of shame that Jungkook would not tolerate. He places a finger beneath her chin, making her look back up at him.

"They kinda are though, Nell. Not an issue but...I mean..we agreed that we'd be honest with each other about stuff like this. Keeping an open mind and shit."

"And that's all I'm doing..." Janelle cuts in.

"Opening my mind to something new and kind of taboo. I know the risks. I'm not delusional. You two can hit it off and end up much more compatible than you and I are.."

Jungkook snorts loudly.

"That ain't happening. If she really reminds you of me, then that tells me that there is very little about our personalities that'll mesh. I'm a bit of a dick. She already seems like a bit of a brat as is. I hate brats." he grimaces and Janelle scoffs at the blatant lie.

"Please. You love brats. Look at all your exes."

He'd rather not. Nothing about the women he was with before Janelle was worth the memory.

"You're not a brat, and I love you.." he smoothly states, rising back up as his hands sneak up her legs again.

He doesn't pause to tease or make her anticipate his next move. Jungkook just kisses her. One peck to solidify his point. Another to savor the taste of her lips the way he always did.

Janelle melts into him, wrapping her arms above his shoulders and digging her fingers into his damp scalp. She kisses him back with less fervor, knowing their conversation would cease if she allowed his tongue to slip past her lips one more time.

She abruptly tips her head back, breaking the kiss, much to Jungkook's disappointment.

"You're cute. Doesn't mean you love brats any less though. So it's a perfect match if you ask me. You're dark and broody, she's loud and moody, and then there's me, bringer of light and balance in the middle." she smiles adorably, booping her nose against his for emphasis.

Jungkook's pout gradually shifts to a smirk of surrender. At least he could agree with the last part of what she said.

Janelle was the light. She brightened up his life the moment she entered it and there was no way anyone could get him to look away. Even if it blinded him, he'd stare into her sun until she forced him not to.

A day he prayed would never come.

Easing back to just look at her, to admire the softness in her eyes and the perfection of her honey-brown skin, Jungkook narrows his gaze at her.

"You really wanna do this, don't you?" he asks her, his tone soft but serious.

Janelle's smile softened too and she nodded.

"I do. But only if you do too."

Jungkook regards her for a moment, recalling everything that she said, as well as everything she'd ever done for him throughout their relationship.

Janelle was selfless and kind. She never made trouble or fed into drama. She never picked fights or nagged at Jungkook when he knew he deserved it. His initial resistance to commitment. His ugly habits. In her delicate way, she smoothed out his roughness like sandpaper. Loving the hell out of him., literally chasing away the demons that convinced him he'd never find a love as pure as this.

He owed her this, at least.

What was the worst that could happen?

"Ok."

Janelle's eyes brightened at his short response, her spine straightening immediately.

"Ok?" she verifies and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah. I'm with it. We can try this thing out and play it by ear. Take it one step at a time. As long as you know who you are to me. And how much I mean it when I say I would never, ever..do anything to hurt you. At least not on purpose. I'm still a dumb ass sometimes.."

Janelle's lips crash into Jungkook's before he can finish his sentence, and he chuckles sharply through his nose as he reciprocates the kiss. He hugs her waist, pressing his body flush against hers with her legs wrapping around him.

If he'd known his being on board would make her this happy, Jungkook would have never raised the issue. But he was glad he did.

Something about this moment brought them closer, and there was very little he wanted more.

Janelle breaks their kiss again to gaze upon her partner's face, and Jungkook doesn't pout this time.

He too basked in the beauty that was Janelle, asking himself how the hell he got so lucky.

"I love you." she sighs.

"I love you." he smiles, wagging the silver hoop at the corner of his mouth.

"And you're not a dumbass. I told you about that." she scolds him lightly.

"Mmhmm....Well, what word would you use? He asks sarcastically, but Janelle's eyes shoot to the ceiling as the invisible Rolodex of 'Jungkook Adjectives' sputtered in her mind.

After a few seconds, she settled on one.

"You are.... exceptional." she muses, the apples of her cheeks rising.

Based on what he knew of the word, its connotation was fairly neutral. Unusual. Uncommon. Not typical. That said a lot considering what he just agreed to.

Gaining a better understanding as to why this was something she felt was needed, more for her satisfaction than his, was surprisingly comforting. Here he was worried that she felt like this was something he secretly wanted because let's be honest..

Most men probably would.

And the old Jungkook was like most men.

But this version of him in this alternate dimension where he actually learned how to love someone non-toxically, he'd do anything this woman asked him to do. Even being willing to share her with someone else. Something most men, even under the best circumstances, wouldn't be secure enough to do.

So maybe he was the exception.

Maybe they both were.

Jungkook's eyes danced between Janelle's irises, his gaze and little smirk darkening by the millisecond.

"Hmm..Whatever that means.." he snickers, leaning in to slip his tongue into Janelle's mouth again, hoisting her up to straddle his hips as he walked them carefully out of the bathroom.

Effectively ending their conversation.