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The Present

Your best friend’s boyfriend Jungkook has a special wish for his birthday—you. This maybe wouldn't be such a problem if you weren't into him since the day you'd met him.

⤑ word count: 22.3k ⤑ genre: some angst, mature topics, friends to lovers, (mutual) pining, smut ⤑ warnings: MFF threesome, oral (M and F receiving), same-sex kissing, unprotected sex (always wrap it, folks), a lot of dirty talk, weird relationship dynamics, extremely mature topics ⤑ rating: 18+

Being into your friend’s boyfriend was wrong, you knew that.

Wanting to fuck him? That was just vile.

Still, it wasn’t something that you could help. It wasn’t like you could magically stop thinking the dude was the hottest man that’s ever graced planet Earth or stop wondering how it would feel to even touch him. It just wasn’t happening, your mind wasn’t letting go.

Of course, you’d never act on those urges. It was fine, you were used to it. Hana always got the best of the best and you were stuck with the rest—that was actually a running joke between the two of you, friends from elementary school.

She, an attractive rich girl who loved to experiment, mostly because she always got everything she wanted and quickly got bored of it. Because of this, she always tried to find new things to try and rebel against her family. You, on the other hand, never felt as attractive or wealthy as her, least of all adventurous.

While Hana was no stranger to one-night stands, threesomes, and things you blushed even hearing about, you stuck to monogamy and sex with people you had at least some kind of feelings for. Well, almost always.

You rarely felt crazy attraction towards someone, so you dated guys who seemed nice and thoughtful. Sex was secondary anyway, right?

You’d never even met a guy who could get you to have an orgasm and you knew it was all in your head. Hana told you so herself—it’s not the guy’s fault you can’t relax. Just tell him what you want and he’ll do it and get you to come. If you just lay there and let him play, he’ll never get it right.

She was wise, you had to give her that, but it just wasn’t happening for you, mostly because you were never that sexually attracted to guys you dated in the first place.

You rarely felt that towards anyone, until you met Hana’s new toy, Jungkook.

Usually, Hana dated really hot guys that quite frankly disgusted you. They were mostly full of themselves, the real bad-boy type that her father hated, but she seemed to be having fun, so you weren’t going to talk her out of it. Besides, she was never the one to get hurt in those flings of hers, so there was nothing to worry about. The point was, these guys were just not your type.

This time, it was different.

When she introduced you to Jungkook, which happened on their first date, surprisingly, your breath hitched in your throat. How wouldn’t it?

He was tall, dark-haired, attractive with a killer smile, huge eyes, and a rarely seen charisma. You were having coffee with her before her date and he arrived early, so you couldn’t avoid shaking his hand and meeting him.

To your surprise, Jungkook asked you to stay with them for a while, so you did, trying so fucking hard not to drool right in front of your friend and her date. You never did get why he wanted you to stay for an hour during their first date because it was real torture. Of course, you were happy that your friend scored a date with a guy that handsome and charming. On the other hand, you were jealous because you couldn’t do the same.

What was even worse was that Hana not only slept with him that same day but told you all about it. Jungkook was not only charming and attractive but he could also make her come and was hung. Life just wasn’t fair for you, it seemed.

Five days later, Hana told you that you were coming with her to a party where she’d meet up with Jungkook. You were totally against the idea, mostly because you didn’t want to be the third wheel, but also because you didn’t want to be close to Jungkook again and smell his cologne and think about him fucking you, but there was no saying no to Hana, so you had no choice.

Jungkook brought a friend, Taehyung, and even though he was also nice and charming, you couldn’t even focus on him when he was right next to Jungkook.

What was even worse was that Taehyung and Hana were in the mood for dancing, so they spent most of the night doing just that while Jungkook decided to get to know you better. The conversation felt more like an interrogation and it seemed like he wanted to know everything about you, but you knew he wasn’t interested.

Jungkook was clearly into Hana and wanted to get on your good side since you were her best friend, so you answered his questions and slowly let him into your life.

That was four long months ago. During those four months, you managed to hook up with Taehyung once you realized you had to quench your thirst for Jungkook somehow. It just wasn’t right. The worst part about it was that you were starting to feel like he was into you too, which was impossible. Hana and he weren’t exactly the most serious couple out there and their hanging out was either in a group of friends or them fucking, but still—he was her boyfriend.

Taehyung was a great guy, really handsome, way out of your league, and the sex was great, but you just couldn’t come. You couldn’t get yourself to explain to Taehyung what exactly felt good for you and what didn’t, so you just lay there and let him play, as your friend put it. Besides, the fact that you had Jungkook on your mind probably didn’t help Taehyung’s case either. It wasn’t his fault.

The worst part about it? Jungkook found out and talked to you about it at a party Hana dragged you to a long while ago. It seemed like Jungkook and you always spent most of the time at these parties together, getting to know each other better, while Hana danced around and remembered Jungkook existed when it was time to get dicked down, as she politely put it.

“You’re not really into Taehyung, are you?” Jungkook asked that night, watching you over the rim of the glass that was pressed to his lips a second ago. You knew he’d find out about it since he was close to both Hana and Taehyung, but you really didn’t expect him to ask you about it so openly.

“W-why do you think that?” You tried to seem confused, hoping he wouldn’t take it there.

“He told me he couldn’t make you come,” Jungkook went there with a smirk, shamelessly, like you two were life-long friends. “So the first thing that came to mind was that you’re just not that into him.”

“No!” You quickly said and the tone of your voice made Jungkook flinch. “I mean, he’s a great guy, really. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s probably the most handsome guy I’ve ever been with, if I’m honest.”

“Okay, so you two aren’t compatible then…” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and seemed lost in thought for a second or two. “Who’s the most compatible dude you’ve been with?”

“Uhm,” you gulped, afraid of telling Jungkook that nobody has made you come other than yourself and the vibrator his girlfriend got you for your birthday many years ago. “There weren’t th-that many.”

By this point, you’d gotten close to Jungkook, mostly because Hana kept teasing you about private stuff in front of him. You couldn’t blame her—that’s just how she functioned. She’d talk about very private stuff in front of the two of you, and it felt like that connected your little friend group. So, Jungkook already knew your sex life wasn’t that great and that you weren’t into one-night stands. Of course, then you slept with his friend to try to forget him, which didn’t really work the way you planned.

The only problem was, you were so fucking into Jungkook that you got yourself off on thinking about him, especially after you danced with him that one night and he hugged you from behind, letting you feel his boner pressing against your back. You didn’t think it was because of you, of course. Hana was right there with you, wearing a dress that showed a lot more than it covered, and you were sure Jungkook’s massive dick was just reacting to that. You just happened to be in its way, that was all.

“Okay, so none,” Jungkook chuckled, catching you in your lie, which made you look away quickly. “Well, too bad. Taehyung’s the second-best guy I know at pleasuring women. I’ve always heard solely rave reviews from girls who wanted more of him.”

“Who’s the first?” You couldn’t help but ask. What if this friend was someone you found even more attractive than Jungkook? Maybe that was the answer.

“Me,” Jungkook looked you straight in the eyes, this time without the chuckling, which made you think he was serious. You could only wish.

“Too bad,” you responded, unsure of what came over you.

Jungkook smirked and downed the rest of his drink before clearing his throat. “We’ll think of something.”

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And think of something he did, even if it happened months later. Hana’s proposition was replaying in your head as you walked home from work, unable to calm yourself down, unsure of what you wanted to do about it.

She’d dropped by the cafe where you worked on her way to pick up Jungkook’s birthday present, some expensive watch you were sure he wouldn’t even wear. He wasn’t a watch guy, but Hana missed that somehow. Well, you’d probably miss everything about him if you could get his dick whenever you wanted, so you couldn’t blame her for being unable to focus.

The thing was, Hana’s present included something else—you.

“M-me?” You stuttered and sat down across from her, lowering your voice to make sure no one in the cafe could hear you. It was that, and you felt weak in the knees at the very thought of being fucked by Jungkook. “Are you out of your mind?”

“What?” She frowned at you and then waved her hand. “Listen, we talked about having a threesome with a girl. I don’t want some random stranger with us, and neither does Jungkook. I asked him about it and he chose you.”

“I, I can’t do that,” you sighed loudly, feeling like your mind would explode. Here it was, the perfect chance to have your cake and eat it too. You’d get to fuck Jungkook, and it wouldn’t be cheating, you wouldn’t hurt your friend, and you wouldn’t feel bad afterward. But, it was Hana and it was Jungkook and it was you. “We’re all friends.”

“So?” She didn’t get your point, as per usual. Hana was one of those people who took sex as an essential, mundane part of life. She could have sex with someone and then treat them like a friend and introduce them to new potential partners and be totally fine with it, which wasn’t how you functioned. “It’s not like we haven’t done that before.”

“You said you wouldn’t mention that, especially not in public,” you hissed at her, remembering the night she was talking about. It was a long time ago, but you still remembered it clearly.

“Relax, you’ve already run all the customers off with that fake smile you put on,” Hana chuckled, knowing she was right. “No one can hear me, dude. So?”

What she was talking about happened a while back, when you were both single. You went out, got drunk, and started talking to a group of friends but you both had your eye on the same guy. While you were in the bathroom, Hana suggested that you two just fucked him instead of trying to figure out who’d get to date him or anything like that.

You, being the moral paragon that held your friendship in place, opposed the idea but she talked you into it. You weren’t sure what made you change your mind—the alcohol, the fact that the guy was really that good-looking, or pure curiosity stemming from years of wondering how Hana gets so many guys wrapped around your fingers.

“What about Jeonghun?” You mentioned your boyfriend.

Well, not exactly a boyfriend.

He was more of a guy you slept with a month ago, once you realized that your insane crush on Jungkook was pointless and that it was ruining your social life. You tried it with Taehyung a couple of months earlier but it didn’t work. Then, you decided to stay single, but hanging around Jungkook was driving you wild, so you thought it was time to put yourself out there and meet someone.

After sleeping with Jeonghun, you couldn’t accept that it was a one-night stand, so you kept dating him, even though the sex wasn’t that great and, as Jungkook liked to say, you just weren’t that compatible.

“Well, considering he wasn’t even the first obstacle that came to your mind, I’d say your thing isn’t exactly it,” Hana shrugged, knowing she was making a good point. You had no real obligation towards the dude and were, in fact, just dragging it out so you would feel better about sleeping with him so early on. It was a move of a desperate, horny woman who couldn’t get what she wanted… until Hana’s offer, that is. “Besides, I know you’re into Jungkook. You told me you think he’s hot, smart, attractive, and funny, and that’s more than you’ve said about any other guy you know. They’re always missing something and Jungkook has it all. So, why not do it?”

“I don’t want shit to go wrong,” you admitted what you were really feeling, as you knew your friend wouldn’t hold it against you. “I love you so much, you’re my favorite person in the world, and if this would jeopardize our friendship in any way, it’s not a good idea.”

“Babe, I love you too,” Hana reached out and grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it. “That’s exactly why I want this to be you and not some random girl we don’t know. Besides, it’s what Jungkook wants. Who am I to stand in his way?”

“How are you okay with a threesome being Jungkook’s present?” You asked, feeling curious about it.

Was Jungkook the type of guy who didn’t do monogamy? Judging by his birthday request, it seemed so, which suited you as it made him less appealing in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine being in a relationship with a guy who asked you to have a threesome with your friends.

“Well, he got me the same thing,” Hana grinned as if she didn’t just give you the shock of your life.

“He what?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise as this was something you were not in on. “What? This happened a month ago and you didn’t tell me?”

“No, no,” she shook her head at you and laughed. “We talked about it on my birthday. I told him I really dig Jimin. The way he moves… You know. And Jungkook said he could talk to him if that’s what I really wanted. So it happened last week. Now I’m getting the feeling that Jungkook only said yes to that so he could have this. But why not? We’re only young once, we’re all friends, and trust me, if you need good sex, Jungkook is it. So, Saturday?”

You’d told her you’d think about it because Hana wasn’t leaving until she got an answer from you. After all, if you said no, her plan for his birthday present would fall through and she had to think of something else. You understood her position, but you also worried about it greatly.

The cons of this were endless: your friendship with her could suffer, your friendship with Jungkook could suffer, you could fall for Jungkook even more and become desperate, their relationship could break up because of something like this, one or more of you could end up regretting it.

The only pro of the whole thing was that you’d get to sleep with Jungkook, and that was something you really wanted ever since you first saw him. It was immoral, wrong, and it made you hate yourself whenever you thought of him that way, which is why this opportunity seemed a lot more appealing than it should have.

And then, Jungkook texted you, making your decision even harder.

Jungkook: it’s not exactly a surprise if i know about it, but i’ve heard you aren’t that into the idea

Jungkook: there’s no pressure, for real, don’t worry about it if you’re not interested!!

Jungkook: BUT

Jungkook: if you’re just worried about it going wrong or about something getting fucked up in the process, just relax

Jungkook: i’d really like to get this present :)

Jungkook: and you have to try the number one guy who can make you come, just saying

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The party was great, yeah, but there was no way you could focus on anything other than your plans with your favorite couple. You drank enough to feel tipsy but not too much to not know what you were doing, but it still didn’t help—all you could think about was that you were going to fuck Jungkook right in front of your friend.

It didn’t help that Hana felt like dancing again—this time with Jimin, you couldn’t help but notice—so you and Jungkook spent most of the time by the table. Luckily, his friends were around too since it was his birthday, which meant you two weren’t alone. Your nerves were getting the better of you and you weren’t sure what you’d tell Jungkook if you were left alone.

But then, Jungkook asked you to dance in front of everyone, and even though you told him you weren’t feeling like dancing, he asked you to do him a favor for his birthday. You couldn’t say no to that, not in front of all his friends.

When you got on the dancefloor, Jungkook actually danced, as if nothing was going on, so you did the same, deciding not to be the first one to address this thing. You hadn’t responded to his texts.

Instead, you phoned Hana and discussed the whole thing with her before finally agreeing to it.

“You need to relax,” he leaned in to tell you. “Everyone can tell something’s up.”

“Nothing’s up,” you shook your head and faked a grin.

“You know you can always change your mind, right?” Jungkook wrapped his hands around your waist, which made your insides tingle. Why the fuck was he touching you like that? It didn’t help that you were wearing a crop top, which meant his hands were directly on your skin, allowing you to feel his warmth. “What are you so nervous about?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed and leaned in a bit so you could have a somewhat private conversation, even though you both had to raise your voices to be able to hear each other. “I’m not used to doing these things.”

“Being… promiscuous?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I know, don’t worry. As long as you want it, it’s fine. If you don’t, it’s also fine. Just say what you want…”

“No, I….” You took a deep breath, realizing you’d have to say it. “I do want it.”

“Good,” Jungkook grinned. “I want it too. Don’t worry,” he reached in and moved a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand still on your waist. “I’ll treat you nicely… You know you’re a special friend to me.”

“Do you, uh, treat all your friends this way?” You asked, not knowing what took over you. Who were you to ask him something like that? It wasn’t your place to even think about it, let alone say it. If Hana didn’t worry about this, why did you?

Jungkook seemed taken aback by the question, but he quickly recovered. “No, I don’t. But I don’t usually ask friends to stay on my first date either. And I don’t ask to fuck them. It’s just you.”

You nodded, unsure of how to respond to that. You weren’t going to start believing you were special to him in any way. The two of them clearly had an open relationship and were together solely because of the sex, and you just happened to be around when they were looking for someone to join, that was all.

“Anyway, this party’s cool and all but I can’t wait until we get home,” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when he said that, and you couldn’t help but agree, despite all the anxiety you were feeling.

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So, when you found yourself in Jungkook’s apartment hours later, you felt like your heart was going to explode from all the worrying you’d done.

There was nothing to worry about. The two of them acted like this was a regular night and nothing special was going on. Jungkook went to take a shower and Hana and you had a drink while you waited, during which she poured you both drinks and tried to get you to relax and not worry about anything.

“Please, let me know if you want to back out,” she patted your thigh with a grin. “Like, it’s not a problem. Clearly, Jungkook wants this, but it’s only a good idea if you’re both into it, so don’t worry about disappointing him or me or anything like that. And don’t worry about anything else if you want this, really.”

“What about you?” You asked one last time, still feeling uneasy about sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend, but she didn’t seem moved at all.

“I told you, I’m fine with it,” Hana chuckled. “Didn’t I suggest this? Jungkook would never ask you this himself, you know that, right? He has a lot of respect for you. I first had to convince him to let me ask you about it, and then I had to convince you to say yes, but I know you both want to fuck each other.”

“He does?” You asked, feeling a bit confused. Jungkook respected you? You thought you never even crossed his mind when you weren’t around.

“Jungkook safeguards you all the time,” she leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “If any of his friends say something about you, he’s always there to cut them short. Sometimes I feel like he protects your reputation more than he does mine,” this thought made her chuckle even more. “Not that I have a reputation to begin with.”

“Ah, stop saying that,” you shrugged it all off, even though it was hard to stop thinking about Jungkook standing up for you when you weren’t there.

Jungkook came back wrapped in a towel and suggested you go take a shower next, which you gladly accepted. There was no way you were getting it on right after dancing at the club. The shower helped you relax since you at least felt clean after it, even though your mind and heart were still racing.

You left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, unsure of what was expected of you. This schedule meant that you were alone with Jungkook when it was Hana’s turn, and you found it hard not to stare at him sitting there half-naked, only a towel separating you from his cock.

This was also the first time you got to see all his tattoos and his chiseled chest. God really had his favorites, that much was clear from one look at half-naked Jungkook.

Jungkook placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it when he noticed you were getting lost in thought, and his touch made you shiver. You weren’t expecting him to be so straightforward right away. “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded right away before sighing because you knew it was pointless to try to lie to Jungkook who already knew you well. “Yeah, I’m just nervous… You know me.”

“I do,” he grinned, clearly not feeling the same way as you. You wished you could be the kind of person who doesn’t get nervous about fucking friends, but alas, there were things you couldn’t change. “If you change your mind, we can stop at any point. It’s supposed to be something fun, not something that worries you this much.”

You nodded again, completely understanding where he was coming from. Jungkook wasn’t going to go through with this thing if you looked so unenthusiastic about it. Threesomes were all about three people having fun and not two people loving it and one being an anxious horny idiot.

“I get that you like to be all moral and shit and that you feel bad because Hana and I are dating,” Jungkook said, which made you look at him again. He did? “But don’t feel that way. If you think seeing us fuck will hurt your friend, you don’t know her as well as you think you do. She won’t care. Besides, she wanted a go at my friend, so it’s fair game.”

You gulped loudly, understanding that you didn’t know as much about the two of them as you thought, after all. This thing of theirs clearly wasn’t as monogamous as you first thought. But, you were sure Jimin didn’t drool over Hana as much as you did over Jungkook. Luckily, neither one of them was aware of that pathetic fact.

“Okay. I just don’t want to fuck things up for anyone here, including me.”

“What’s there to fuck up?” Jungkook asked as he scooted over and wrapped his hand around your shoulders, pulling you in.

There he went again, acting like you two touched each other on a daily basis and like you were used to his touch when, in fact, your body was starting to burn up wherever he was that close to you. Jungkook didn’t stop there.

Instead, he reached in to lift your chin and get you to look straight into your eyes. “We’re friends, right?”

You nodded, finding it hard to look away from his eyes. He was finally so close to you, naked under that towel, and he wanted to fuck you. Out of everyone he could think of to join them, Jungkook thought of you. That meant something, right?

“Friends can fuck and stay friends,” Jungkook licked his lips. “Hana and I will be alright if that’s what you’re worried about. Clearly, neither one of us is looking at this as endgame, so we’re letting each other… enjoy. And Hana and you are a lot closer than anyone I know, so I’m sure nothing will happen between you two. You do know that we have discussed this in detail and we agreed to do it just because we know it won’t change our relationship with each other or you?”

“Yes,” you nodded, as Hana did explain that to you more than once. In fact, she mentioned it whenever you came up with a different scenario that somehow always ended in you two not talking. Your friend was completely convinced that you sleeping with her boyfriend wouldn’t change a thing about your or their relationship, just like her sleeping with Jimin didn’t affect their friendship and relationship. “It’s fine.”

“Okay,” Jungkook smiled, seemingly happy with your response. “Then why don’t you come sit on me? You’re all tense, and you should relax.”

“S-sit on you?” You asked, feeling dumb for stuttering but also unable to control your voice. You were naked under your towel, and so was he. “And Hana?”

“She said she’d take a bath while I got you to relax,” Jungkook explained with a grin. “She won’t mind. I think she’d be more bored if she had to sit here and watch us kiss before I eat you out.”

You pressed your thighs together when Jungkook said the words, mostly because you’d imagined him saying stuff like that for months now and he finally did, and it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, still grinning at you.

When you nodded, he leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. His lips felt warm and soft, and you wanted more, so you leaned in and Jungkook did the same, this time letting his tongue poke out and tease your lips, getting them to open before he shoved his tongue inside of your mouth and swirled it around. The feeling of having him in your mouth and breathing in his scent and his arm around your shoulder made a fire ignite in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t believe this fucking guy could get you wet just by kissing you. Life really wasn’t fair.

You kissed him back, knowing you didn’t have much time before Hana got back, and feeling like you had a schedule to stick to. When she came back, you’d fuck, and you’d leave, letting the two of them spend the rest of the night together. So, there was no time to waste.

Still, it didn’t seem like Jungkook and you were on the same page. He was taking his time kissing you while his hand slowly grazed its way from your knee up to your thigh.

“So soft,” he mumbled into the kiss and it made you get goosebumps all over. You always wondered what his fingers would feel like on you, inside of you, and now you were finally so close to feeling it. “So fucking hot.”

When he said that, you had no choice but to moan into his mouth and reach out to grab his hair, which Jungkook seemed to enjoy, judging by the grunt that left his mouth. Slowly, he moved his hand to your inner thigh and then the other, all the while playing with your tongue, getting you to relax and melt into his touch. “May I?”

You knew what he was asking for you and simply nodded, letting Jungkook cup your naked crotch. The feeling of his hot hand against your crotch was enough to get you to groan and buck your hips into his hand, which made Jungkook smile into the kiss. “Mhm, warm… Soft… Just how I like it.”

Hearing those words made you want Jungkook even more—it felt as if he knew every single thing you liked to hear or feel and did it right then and there. He used two fingers to rub your entrance, and when he did, you could feel your juices sticking to his digits.

“Want me so bad already,” Jungkook mumbled into the kiss and then gently sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re making me hard.”

Now, that was enough for you to moan. You, of all people, were getting Jungkook hard. Jungkook, this chiseled, hot, attractive, tattooed guy who looked like sex on legs was kissing you and telling you his dick was reacting to you, and you could only sit there and let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“Fuck,” you grunted when you felt the two fingers at your entrance, getting ready to enter you.

“Can I do it my way?” Jungkook asked, pulling away to look at you. What was his way? Hana went into detail about a lot of things, but you didn’t get to hear much about the things Jungkook did to her—only that he was fucking amazing.

Usually, the guys you slept with did everything slowly, probably because you looked like that type of girl, bland and boring. They’d use one finger, then slowly add the other, and then move them in and out until they felt you were wet enough because you surely weren’t coming from fingering. After a while, you’d just tell him to fuck you and that would be it. What would Jungkook do?

You nodded and spread your legs a bit, allowing him better access, and it made him smile and look down. Thankfully, the towel was still wrapped around your body, so you didn’t have to worry about how unattractive you looked when you were sitting down next to this god walking among mortals. Jungkook licked his lips, looked straight into your eyes, and eased both fingers into you.

The surprising part was that it didn’t hurt at all, you were already that ready for him. What surprised you even more was that he started to move his fingers in and out so fast that you had to grab onto his shoulders because your body started to move in the same rhythm.

What? You weren’t used to this type of woodpecker move and you weren’t sure you would enjoy it, but the harder Jungkook went, the more you felt like you had no control over your body. All you could do was moan—and loudly, at that—and hold onto him tight. You felt your muscles contract and your walls clench and relax, enjoying the fast movements of his hand and the sounds it was making against your skin.

The warmth that was building up in the pit of your stomach got even warmer and you suddenly felt like you needed to pee right away, but you knew the feeling, so you clenched hard and tried to get over it—and bliss followed. You screamed Jungkook’s name, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders while your juices coated his two fingers, which were still moving in and out of you quickly, even though you were so clearly coming all over them.

“Ah yeah, that’s the spot,” Jungkook mumbled and leaned in to kiss you, sounding very happy with himself. “I knew I’d get you to come.”

You took a deep breath and brought your legs closer together, which made Jungkook ease his fingers gently and give you a smirk. “Feeling good?”

“I, I, I’m speechless,” you said, chuckling. “What the fuck was that?”

“A much-needed shock for your pussy,” Jungkook shrugged. “Was it good?”

You scoffed. “Good? Amazing.”

“Want more?” Jungkook grinned and reached down for your crotch, but you stopped him in time.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you told him. “Should we, uh, wait for Hana?”

“She told us to start without her,” Jungkook said before getting up and offering you a hand to do the same, so you did.

He took you to his bedroom and instructed you to lie on the bed. Before Jungkook joined you, he threw the towel on the floor, leaving you to stare at his dick. It really was big, Hana wasn’t exaggerating. And it looked really smooth but hard at the same time.

“Like what you see?” Jungkook asked, stirring you from your thoughts.

“Uh… Yeah?” You looked at him like he was asking a stupid question, mostly because he was. Who wouldn’t like seeing him naked?

You weren’t expecting Jungkook to climb on the bed and kneel between your legs before leaning in to kiss you again. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-yes,” your voice faltered, so you cleared your throat. “I am. Just a bit nervous.”

“About getting naked?” He asked, glancing at the towel which was still wrapped around you, to which you simply nodded. “Can I do it?”

You nodded again, deciding to just go with the flow. The man could get you to come, it was only fair if you let him guide you through this as well.

Jungkook pulled one side of the towel to the side and then did the same with the other, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His reaction took you aback because you were certain he’d seen hundreds of women naked by that point, yet he took his time to take all of you in and he watched you with genuine interest and enjoyment.

His eyes didn’t fly all over your body like you expected them to. Instead, Jungkook first looked into your eyes and smiled at you reassuringly. Then, he started to shift his gaze from your face to your chest, where it lingered for a long while until he took all of it in. Then, he moved down to your crotch and hissed.

“Really fucking pretty,” he said with a smile, and for some stupid reason, you thought Jungkook actually meant it. It was stupid, of course he was going to say anything to get you to relax. “Can I touch you now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, feeling so naked and revealed in front of him, so much so that you could hear your heart beating.

Jungkook placed one hand on your chest, between your breasts, and then looked up at you. “Relax… You should enjoy this, not worry so much. You sure this is fine?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Sorry, it’s just me.”

“You don’t like when men stare at you when you’re naked?”

“I don’t like it when men stare at me, period,” you said, making you both chuckle, which eased the tension, at least for you.

Jungkook then shook his head at you. “I can’t see why, but I know you’re like that… But there’s a charm to it,” he said, slowly moving his hand to cup one of your breasts, his thumb rolling across the nipple, getting it to harden instantly. “Seeing such a pretty face, shy girl… And then this fucking body and such a tight, warm pussy,” he grunted now, squeezing your breast in his palm, but doing it gently, so gently you actually wanted him to go harder on you. “If I were you, I’d be naked all the time.”

You scoffed at the thought because no, he fucking wouldn’t. If he were you, he’d be crippled with anxiety, and being naked would be the last thing on his mind, but that wasn’t the time nor the place for that conversation. “I’d do the same if I were you,” you opted for a compliment instead.

“I practically am naked most of the time anyway,” Jungkook looked up at you and shrugged as if what he was saying wasn’t fueling your imagination even more. “But I’m shameless.”

You nodded in agreement but decided not to comment on it, mostly because Jungkook leaned in and placed a soft, wet kiss on your stomach, which made you clench your abdominal muscles and press your thighs closer together, yet again.

“Sometimes, uh, being shameless is, is good,” you got the sentence out somehow, despite being completely entranced by the soft pecks Jungkook was leaving all over your stomach before moving up towards your breasts.

“Right?” He paused to look up and smirk at you. “Being shameless got us this, and we’re just getting started. I’m already having so much fun.”

With that, Jungkook swirled his tongue around your nipple gently, making you hiss. Just watching him stare right at you while his tongue was on your body was enough to make your head spin. “Fuck.”

“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked, letting go of your nipple to slowly kiss his way to the other breast, leaving a wet trail behind.

You gulped, watching his eyes intently. What was he going to say? Did he always talk this much during sex? It was definitely a first for you. “Yes.”

“I was really mad when Taehyung got to sleep with you,” he looked away for a second, which wasn’t like Jungkook, but then he quickly gave you a smirk and sucked your other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

“W-why?” You asked, wanting to hear more about it yet fearing it at the same time.

You didn’t want to hear so many compliments from him. You knew that it would be hard to get over him after this anyway, let alone if he told you so many nice things and made you feel special.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “You’re just my type.”

“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t say things like that,” you warned him, trying to keep a straight face while he gently sunk his teeth into your breast. Yes, he was making you feel amazing with his mouth and all the compliments were definitely doing wonders for your ego, but they felt wrong. “Why?” He stopped playing with your breast and looked up at you. “Because you like hearing it?”

What were you supposed to say to that? There was a thin line between having sex with friends and having sex with a guy you were totally into, and you were crossing it. Yeah, Hana knew you were into Jungkook, but probably not just how much.

“Huh?” Jungkook asked, clearly wanting you to say something.

“Hana is my friend,” you simply stated, thinking it was enough. You made a statement when you said that, and you hoped he understood. No matter how attracted you were to each other, nothing could come out of it, even though you were about to sleep with each other.

“Hana knows this,” Jungkook grinned at you. “I have a soft spot for you, just like she does for Jimin.”

Did they really discuss this? You couldn’t imagine lying in bed after having sex with your boyfriend Jungkook and listening to him explaining how he had a soft spot for your friend and wanted to fuck her. You’d never allow that to happen, you wouldn’t be able to deal with it, and you’d never in a million years tell Jungkook you wanted to fuck someone else when you could do it with him.

But, you weren’t Hana, and he wasn’t dating you.

“You seem surprised,” Jungkook chuckled, going back to kissing your stomach. “Don’t be… Hana and I are just very open with each other. We’re not that similar in most aspects like you know, but when it comes to sex, we both like to experiment and we don’t want to restrict the other person.”

That sounded a lot like Hana, but not like Jungkook, at least not the guy he told you he was. “And you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you usually experiment like this with your girlfriend’s friends and let your girlfriend fuck your friends?”

“No,” Jungkook said, surprising you both. “I just really wanted to fuck you.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his head up so he would face you instead of licking strips along your stomach and getting you even wetter. His mouth was making it really hard for your to concentrate on the conversation, and you had to focus on it if you didn’t want to fuck your friendship up. “Is this a thing between three friends?”

You had to ask that question because you couldn’t go forward with this if it meant screwing your friend over in some way.

“It is,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m just telling you that I think you’re extremely attractive and not just physically and that I was jealous my friend got to sleep with you.”

“Okay,” you said, even though it didn’t sound like the most normal thing out there. “I don’t get the jealousy.”

“I knew you wouldn’t,” Jungkook chuckled, getting dangerously close to your lower belly. “Let’s just say, I really didn’t want to hear Taehyung tell me how great of a body you had or how amazing you tasted or how much he enjoyed hearing you moan… I think you’re too good of a girl for that.”

Taehyung told his friends about all of that? And Jungkook listened? And thought about it?

“Good girls have sex too,” you pointed out, suddenly feeling the urge to shove his head between your thighs, but you didn’t, like a real good girl.

“Yeah, but they have sex like this,” Jungkook said, slowly kissing his way down your pubic area, which made you roll your hips. You couldn’t control it, not when he was so close to your pussy and when his kisses felt so warm.

“With two of their friends who are in a relationship?” You asked before chuckling as the idea was insane to you. It definitely wasn’t something you usually did, but your attraction to Jungkook was stronger than your sense of decency and self-respect, clearly.

“No, I don’t mean that,” Jungkook looked up. “I mean with someone who appreciates you… Takes their time with you… Gets you to come… Wants you to feel good about yourself… Wants you to enjoy… That sort of stuff.”

You nodded, unsure if Jungkook meant he was the type of guy who could give that to you while you did this. Then, his tongue swirled around your clit and it all became a blur.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbled and started playing with your clit, his tongue gently prodding at it while he looked straight into your eyes.

When he heard you moan and saw you bite into your lower lip, Jungkook smiled but didn’t move away from your clit. “Fuck,” you grunted at him, unable to comprehend how someone could make you feel that good with just the tip of his tongue. But it was Jungkook and you should have known what to expect.

You thought he would just tongue your clit for a while, but he took his time with this as well, playing with it for a couple of minutes and then slowly dragging his tongue down your slit to your entrance, which was soaking wet by this point. The feeling of his warm tongue down there made you grunt his name and pull on his hair, which he seemed to enjoy, judging by the chuckle that left his mouth.

“You want me there?” He asked in a low tone of voice and wrapped his lips around your clit again, this time sucking it in.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, unable to even pretend you didn’t want Jungkook to fuck you.

“I can tell,” Jungkook seemed full of himself when he moved away from your clit just to smirk at you. “See how much I want you?”

He lifted his upper body a bit so you could get a good look of his erect cock and the sight made your mouth water. Not only did Jungkook look perfect when he was naked but he also had the best dick you’ve ever seen, even though you weren’t that into dicks anyway. They weren’t exactly the most pleasing thing out there, but Jungkook’s…. It was on a whole different level, and the smug bastard knew it.

“Put it in,” the words left your mouth, revealing just how desperate you already were and Jungkook chuckled, reaching down to give his cock a couple of long, slow strokes.

“Right away?” He moved in, dick in hand, and directed it towards your crotch. Like a real horny slut, you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access as he needed, which made him grin. “Oh, you really want me to fuck you.”

With that, Jungkook grabbed the base of his dick and then slammed his tip against your clit, which made you grunt. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, it was too short to count, and he knew it. He did it again, and then gently moved his tip down your slit, getting it wet. You could see your juices glistening on the top of his dick when he moved it away.

“Later, huh?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “I’d really like to eat you out first… Get you to come for me again.”

“Why?” You grunted in response, feeling agitated because he’s gotten you so aroused that you really wanted to feel him inside of you and it seemed like Jungkook was dragging it out.

Suddenly, Jungkook got down on his elbows, towering over you, his mouth an inch away from yours. “If I put it in, I’ll come right away,” he said and then scoffed. “You really turn me on. So, let me eat you out first so I don’t embarrass myself.”

Embarrass himself? You’d probably go wild if he came right after putting his dick inside of you, but there was no way in hell you’d admit that to anyone, let alone Jungkook.

“Okay,” you muttered instead, and a second later, Jungkook made you understand why you didn’t make a mistake when you agreed.

His tongue was prodding your entrance and before you knew it, he was pushing its tip inside of you quickly, getting you to buck your hips into his face. Fuck, he was good at it.

Jungkook’s hands found their way to your thighs and he dug his fingers into the soft flesh, pushing your thighs to the side, allowing him to dig in deeper with his tongue until he got you to moan his name. When he heard that, Jungkook smirked at you and moved up to your clit while one of his hands made its way to your hole.

“So fucking needy already,” he chuckled and shoved two of his fingers inside of you while looking straight into your eyes, his mouth an inch away from your swollen, throbbing clit.

You moaned and squirmed under his touch, but his other hand held your thigh in place, stopping you from bucking your hips into him too hard. Jungkook hissed when he pulled his fingers out and then eased them again. “Your pussy is so hungry for me… Swallowing my fingers right away,” he looked up and grinned before sticking his tongue out to take a long, slow lick at your clit. “Want my cock so bad.”

“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded at the same time, totally lost in the moment.

You couldn’t believe that you were actually experiencing all of this: you on your back, legs completely spread with Jungkook’s head between it, two of his fingers entering you while he smirked at you and looked at you like he couldn’t wait to fuck you too. It seemed too good to be true.

“Let’s get you to come, huh?” He said, mostly to himself, and then he dug in.

You’d never, ever experienced someone doing to your clit what Jungkook did then, and you weren’t even sure how to explain it. The most amazing thing was that he managed to keep up the pace and never stopped moving his fingers in and out gently at this point, while his mouth and tongue teased your clit so hard you had no choice but to grab the sheets and moan his name, your entire body squirming.

It felt like he was making out with your pussy, there was no other way to put it—you felt Jungkook’s nimble tongue all over, his saliva mixed with your juices all over you, dripping wet, your arousal covering his fingers and dripping down the insides of your thighs, Jungkook’s mouth sucking your clit in, his tongue teasing it, and then moving down your slit and sucking everything into his mouth in the process.

You couldn’t believe that someone knew your body that well and knew exactly what you liked, but you had to remind yourself that Jungkook had tons of experience and practice. Still, it didn’t change how you felt—mindblown.

Jungkook’s mouth on your pussy felt fucking amazing, mostly because it was slowly but surely getting you to orgasm. Usually, guys you slept with would use fingers as well, but that never worked for you—it was hard to focus on those two things at once which made your orgasm impossible. You’d start to overthink it and focus on the tongue and then on the fingers and you’d lose the moment.

With Jungkook, though, the whole thing was out of the question. His fingers moved the same way they did when he first shoved them inside of you and you got used to his rhythm, which helped you focus solely on his mouth, which was pleasuring more than you thought was possible.

Right then, Hana appeared next to the bed, practically out of nowhere, and sat down next to Jungkook, smacking his ass. It startled you to see her there, mostly because you were so fucking focused on what her boyfriend was doing to you that you forgot she existed. It wasn’t anything personal—you forgot that anyone other than Jungkook and you existed right then, mostly because his face was shoved between your thighs and you were making a mess out of his sheets and falling apart under his touch, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“Do you guys need more time?” She grinned, looking at you. “I told you he was great with his mouth.”

You chuckled, but the sound died down in your throat when Jungkook sucked on your clit hard, making you moan. “Fuck…”

“What a fucking birthday,” Jungkook moved away from your pussy to look at her with a grin and you felt mortified to see that his entire chin and mouth were covered with slick, glistening under the light of his nightlamp.

Hana chuckled and patted his cheek. “You look like you’re having fun too.”

“I’m so fucking hard,” Jungkook said, tugging on his rock-hard dick. “Let’s switch.”

With that, Jungkook lay down next to you and turned to face you. “Come,” he motioned for you to get up and patted your thigh, pulling you over until you were straddling his shoulders.

You turned around to see what Hana was doing and found that she was about to straddle him, and you couldn’t look away. She adjusted Jungkook’s cock so she could sit right down on it, which she did a couple of seconds later, earning a moan from Jungkook. That made you face him, which was a bit hard considering you were right above his face.

“Come here,” he grunted now, grabbing your ass and pulling you down so he could latch his mouth onto your pussy again.

The scene reminded you so much of the one you’d experienced with Hana before, where she rode the guy and you rode his face, except Jungkook was a lot more attractive than the guy in your book, probably because he had an amazing personality on top of extraordinary looks. Still, the sounds of her skin hitting his as she jumped on his cock and tried to get herself to come reminded you of the night, and so did your moans.

You couldn’t help it, not when Jungkook wasn’t pulling away from your pussy not even for a second and you weren’t even sure how he managed to breathe when he was that glued to you.

Hana was familiar with Jungkook’s cock, which wasn’t surprising, and you could tell she knew just how to ride him to get herself off while getting him turned on. The more she moaned and the harder she rode him, the more vigorously he sucked and licked your pussy. All you could do was grab Jungkook’s hair and tug at it, enjoying at least some type of contact with him.

The truth was, you wanted to suck him off and return the favor, you wanted to kiss him, to touch him everywhere, but you knew that would be out of line, so you let him play with your pussy while Hana rode him.

A couple of minutes in, her breathing got heavier and the sounds of skin hitting skin became louder and more frequent, and not a minute later, she was moaning his name and coming, still riding him. Jungkook pulled away from your crotch for a second, his hands still on your ass, and groaned. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he moaned but kept his eyes glued to you. “Feel so tight.”

“Fuck, fuck,” Hana moaned and leaned in to rest her forehead against your back, wrapping her hands around you from behind. You could feel how sweaty and warm she felt, clearly exhausted from jumping up and down and pleasuring herself using Jungkook’s cock.

“That’s one, one more to go,” Jungkook grinned at you and then started to suck on your clit while looking straight into your eyes, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. All the swirls and rubs of his tongue were starting to get to you, even more so now that Jungkook was focused solely on you and not the beautiful girl riding his dick.

“You’re so fucking hard,” Hana mumbled, and you turned your head to the side to see what she was doing. Surprisingly, she still had Jungkook’s dick inside of her but was resting and trying to catch her breath. “He really loves eating you out.”

“He’s so good at it,” you told your friend, hoping that wouldn’t sound inappropriate.

“Mhm,” she hummed in agreement. “Relax,” she told you, pulling you in closer from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder so she had a good look at Jungkook between your legs. “Just focus on his tongue.”

You closed your eyes and did what your friend suggested you do, and it felt even more amazing now that you felt her body pressed against yours while Jungkook’s tongue did its magic on you. It didn’t take you long to come and you loved the fact that Jungkook inserted his fingers inside of you when he felt you buck your hips into his face as they helped you prolong your orgasm and ride it out slowly while his tongue stayed glued to your clit.

“Oh my God,” you hissed, kicking your head back and resting it on Hana’s shoulder. “What the actual fuck?”

“That good, huh?” Hana asked, making Jungkook chuckle between your thighs.

“Want more?” Jungkook sounded enthusiastic, but you shook your head at him immediately.

“No, I can’t,” you said, opening your eyes. “Return the favor?” You asked, turning to face Hana, who nodded and moved the side so you could do the same on the other one.

If someone had told you you’d each be lying on Jungkook’s side ogling his dick, you’d tell them they were crazy, but there you were, about to give him a blowjob he wouldn’t forget.

Hana grabbed the base of Jungkook’s cock and grinned at you, motioning for you to come in closer. She then stuck her tongue out and licked a strip from the base up to the tip, and you did the same from the other side. At first, you weren't in sync, but Jungkook didn’t mind—the grunts that were leaving his mouth were more than enough of a sign that he loved seeing the two of you lick him, and he enjoyed feeling it even more.

Slowly, you two started to move at the same pace, so you took a long lick from his base to the tip, where your tongues touched. When that happened, Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, clearly enjoying the view. “Oh my God, this is… Fuck!”

His comments made you both chuckle before you continued to lick him up and down, twirling your tongues around the tip of his cock at the same time, getting your tongues to touch just so Jungkook could see and enjoy that. Then, Hana wrapped her hand around his base and pointed the tip towards you, so you sucked it into your mouth. Hana leaned in and started to lick Jungkook’s balls, which made him kick his head back and grunt.

“Fuck, you two really want me to blow my load right away,” he said, chuckling. “You’ll kill me with those tongues…”

“Babe, shut up and enjoy,” Hana said, giggling. “Take it deeper, he loves that.”

Since you knew that comment was for you, you did what Hana suggested and moved your head down his cock until you reached the base, and got Jungkook to moan your name and grab you by your hair. “Do you want me to fill your throat right now?”

You looked at him from the side, his cock still lodged inside of your mouth, a smirk on his face. Then, you gently pulled back and let him fall out of your mouth with a loud pop. “It’s your birthday, so whatever you want…”

“You should not be saying that to me,” Jungkook gave you a meaningful look and since you couldn’t decipher what he meant, you went back to sucking his tip.

Then, Hana decided to join, so you two switched—she was now sucking Jungkook off while you sucked both of his balls into your mouth and ran your tongue all over them, getting him to start bucking his hips and grunting even more. There was something so hot about seeing Jungkook look so weak for a change and being a part of the reason for him getting to feel that way.

He enjoyed it so much that he stopped with the teasing and all the comments, and a couple of minutes in, it seemed like all he could do was grunt and moan and swear while trying so hard not to buck his hips too hard.

At one point, Hana gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up so you could face her. Jungkook’s cock fell out of her mouth. “Go play with his neck and kiss him… He loves that.”

It was his birthday and you really wanted to kiss Jungkook, so you did what Hana said, leaving her to suck his dick and play with his balls at the same time. Jungkook seemed really pleased to see you moving towards him on your knees, leaning in and shoving your tongue inside his mouth.

“Jesus, you’ll kill me,” Jungkook grunted into the kiss and plopped down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in with him. “Kiss me.”

You really didn’t have to be told twice when it came to Jungkook, so you kissed him again and enjoyed the sounds of him moaning into the kiss while your friend sucked him off. The whole thing felt made up.

After all, it was what you’d wanted for such a long time and you just couldn’t believe that it was real. When you closed your eyes and kissed Jungkook, it felt surreal, the whole thing—his hands in your hair, then cupping your face, his tongue inside of your mouth, his lips pecking yours, low grunts and hisses leaving his mouth.

You could hear Hana gulping on his dick, taking as much of it in as possible, and you noticed Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier. Was he close? You started to kiss your way down to his neck and suck on it, which made him moan your name and tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging at it, his fingers massaging your scalp, pulling you in closer as if he wanted to feel more of your mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunted, which made you open his eyes and find him looking right at you, eyes half-closed, almost lost in ecstasy. “Babe, I’m gonna come… Fuck, keep going.”

Hana giggled and you could hear her start to move faster. As Jungkook’s moaning got louder, she moved away and both you and Jungkook looked at her as his cum shot right out of his tip and ended up on her face and over his chest. She kept moving her hand over his cock, wanting to get every last drop out, and, honestly, you couldn’t stop staring at the scene of Jungkook coming all over her. You enjoyed his moans a bit too much, but you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when you’d just seen him shower Hana with cum, and when you were imagining he could do the same to you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled and threw his head down on the pillow and sighed. “Fuck.”

“That was a lot,” Hana said with a chuckle.

“That was embarrassing,” Jungkook grunted, propping himself up on his elbows before pecking your lips again, which felt awkward. Why was he kissing you like that when the action stopped and when his girlfriend was right there? It felt strange, but neither one of them reacted to it or made you feel like it was weird. “I need to be up the whole night.”

“Oh, really?” Hana cocked both eyebrows up and gave you a smirk. “You’re in for a treat, clearly.”

What did she mean by that? You were both in for a treat, right? There were three of you there and you were just getting started.

“Now I have to make it up to you both,” Jungkook said, reaching out to grab Hana’s hand and pull her in closer. “Tongue, Hana?”

She thought about it and then shook her head which surprised you. Was she really turning down an offer of oral from Jungkook? She was really making his birthday all about him. “Maybe later.”

Jungkook nodded, and you felt like they were in on something you weren’t, but that was only normal. The two of them were a couple and you were the third wheel here, and you didn’t know the inner workings of their relationship. “This is such a nice birthday present for me… Thank you both.”

“I have to return the favor”, Hana grinned at Jungkook, sitting on the bed right next to him. You figured she meant she has to return the favor of getting to sleep as a friend, which was weird in your book. But then again, this was all weird as hell and you’d never even dreamed about doing something like this. “As long as we’re all having fun, right?” Then, she looked at you as if she wanted to check up on you. “Are you having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, suddenly feeling really weird about interacting with your friend during sex.

Maybe you had that feeling because she was still covered in Jungkook’s cum. The first and only time you two interacted during sex, you were both wasted and the guy wasn’t her boyfriend, so there weren’t any real feelings involved. This was different.

“Can’t believe he got you to come so fast,” Hana noted with a grin—she knew how many issues you’ve had with orgasming with men in general because your mind was rarely in it and it felt like you were always turned on, but never enough. With Jungkook, neither of these things seemed to be the problem.

The first time he got you to come, he took you by surprise, so you could have even called it an accident. But, the second? There was nothing accidental about it. Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing.

“Twice,” Jungkook corrected her, shooting a glance your way, and you could swear he looked proud of himself. “Want to go for a third?”

Both of them turned to look at you, and you felt awkward sitting there on the bed, naked, with two people waiting for you to say something. “Uh, uhm, how?”

Jungkook cocked his head to the side and leaned in so close you thought he was going to kiss you again. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, barely brushing his lips against yours, which was enough for your crotch to start reacting.

You nodded the second the words left his mouth, completely forgetting that his girlfriend was right there. It seemed like Jungkook forgot about her two because he got up faster than you could blink and was between your legs before you knew it, hands on your thighs.

Hana looked down at you and smiled warmly as if her boyfriend wasn’t just getting ready to fuck you again. However, you were wrong. Instead of going straight into that, Jungkook got down on his elbows and latched his mouth onto your clit, which made you gasp. “Fuck.”

“Sorry, I’ll go easier,” he mumbled and gently sucked it into his mouth again. You were still sensitive even though it felt like hours since he’d last touched you. “Have to get you ready.”

“True,” Hana agreed, moving in closer to you, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at you with a smile. “He’s definitely bigger than Jeonghun, so you won’t be able to take it so easily.”

You felt yourself blush at the mention of the guy you were seeing. Well, you weren’t exactly seeing him and things were complicated. Usually, you wouldn’t mind discussing your sex life with Hana, but hearing her mention Jeonghun and his dick while Jungkook was eating you out made you feel embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry about that,” Jungkook said reassuringly and inserted a finger inside of you. “We’ll be fine.”

“I know,” Hana chuckled and leaned in, resting her head next to yours, as if she wanted to get closer to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you nodded, lowering your voice. “You?”

“Would feel better without all this cum on me, but it is what it is,” she said, making you both chuckle, but your laughter quickly died out as Jungkook started to move the tip of his tongue up and down your clit while inserting another finger, moving them in scissoring motion to stretch you out a bit. “Just relax, and enjoy yourself.”

“Shouldn’t this all be about Jungkook?” You asked Hana with a cocked eyebrow, remembering what you were there for. Until then, it seemed like you were getting all the pleasure, and Jungkook was doing everything he could to please you, which wasn’t the goal.

“It is,” she giggled sweetly and reached in to cup your face. “You’re sweet for worrying about him like he isn’t having the time of his life.”

The time of his life? It sounded strange when she, as his girlfriend, said that while Junkook was going down on you and moaning into your pussy, his fingers stretching your hole just right. Was this really such a great gift for Jungkook?

“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed in agreement and looked up into your eyes and then he glanced at Hana before wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Damn right.”

“We could do something for him, though,” Hana said, turning to face you with a smirk.

“What?” You had to know. After all, she knew Jungkook a lot better than you ever would and you really wanted to make him feel as good as he was making you feel if that was even possible.

“Kiss,” she grinned and shot a glance at Jungkook, who was looking up at your face again, clearly amused by the interaction. “I bet that would really get you going, huh?”

Jungkook smiled, his tongue still latched onto your clit, so you leaned in and kissed Hana, who readily kissed you back.

This was nothing new, you two had kissed before. Neither one of you was interested in women, which is why you two didn't interact with each other sexually during the night—you didn’t want Hana to do anything sexual to you and you were sure she felt the same way.

However, sharing a kiss wasn’t sexual in your book, not when it came to her. Back in school, when you two felt curious, you kissed each other. Sometimes, when you were really drunk you’d kiss each other to give the other person advice on how to kiss even better. It was stupid and there were no feelings behind it, but when Hana kissed you, you could see Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement and his fingers started to move in and out of you frantically fast as he clearly got even hornier watching you do it.

“You’re not a good girl at all,” Jungkook grunted and grinned at you through gritted teeth. “What a fucking birthday!”

Clearly, Hana knew Jungkook well because this was exactly what he seemingly needed to go hard on you, forgetting about his plan to be gentle and whatever else he was saying earlier. His mouth and tongue took turns licking and teasing your clit and labia while his fingers went in and out, every movement of his hands stretching your hole a bit more for him.

While Jungkook was doing this and making you embarrassingly wet, Hana and you kissed, softly, gently, giggling throughout, mostly at the sounds Jungkook kept making. You didn’t expect Hana to touch Jungkook, but she moved her hand down to his head and pushed him into your crotch even more, which made him grunt and start sucking on your labia. That in turn made you arch your back and moan his name, eyes closing, head moving down to the bed. Fuck, the guy was great with his tongue and fingers too. What wasn’t Jungkook good at?

Unexpectedly, Hana got up off the bed. “I have to take another shower. I feel all sticky. I think it will be a bath. You two have fun…” She said calmly as you watched her get up in confusion. Jungkook didn’t seem surprised by this at all—his mouth never left you. Then, Hana leaned to you and grabbed your shoulders. “Do whatever you want, okay? You have my blessing. He’ll be nice to you.”

Jungkook chuckled at that and shot a glance her way as Hana made her way to the bathroom. In less than a minute, she went from kissing you to disappearing from the room. You were alone with him again, and your heart started racing—the moment suddenly felt intimate.

“You heard her?” He finally moved away from your pussy just to smile at you, remnants of your excitement still visible on his lips and chin. He propped himself up on his palms. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh,” you simply said, taken aback by the way Jungkook was suddenly looking at you like he was ready to devour you. Then, your eyes flew between his legs since you now finally got a good view of his body again and you couldn’t help but notice he was fully erect even though you hadn’t touched him in a while. “Put it in then.”

Your words made Jungkook happy, the low chuckle told you that, and so did the fact that he moved in closer until he was kneeling between your legs. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

The fact that he was stroking his cock while asking that made it hard for you to focus on anything else, let alone conversation. He was so fucking hot. How would you ever have sex with another man again? What would be the point? Jungkook was just kneeling there playing with his dick and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

“Yes,” you nodded with a smile, still not believing you’d get to feel Jungkook. His cock would be inside of you in a couple of seconds. “Just go slow.”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook reached out to pat your thigh gently, letting his hand linger there for a while, making you shiver. “I’ll go nice and slow for you…”

Then, you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance and run up to your clit. It quickly made its way between your folds down to your entrance and gently entered you, inch by inch. When the entire tip was in, Jungkook stopped and hissed before looking up at you.

“Good?” He asked and as soon as you nodded, gave you a bit more of his cock. “How are you this fucking tight?”

“I think you’re just big,” you told him, which made him grin. Clearly, Jungkook loved getting compliments about his size, and you were sure he got them often. A dick like that? There was no way women didn’t gush over it, especially since he was so good at everything.

When he eased another inch into you, you hissed and arched your back. His fingers did stretch you out, but this thing was huge. Sadly, even though you were extremely turned on, it still hurt to take it all in.

“Want me to stop?” Jungkook looked at you with eyebrows cocked up, clearly against the idea, but not wanting to go on and cause you pain. “Or to finger you a bit more? Eat you out?”

“Maybe, uh…” You took a deep breath before telling him something you thought about often. “I should ride you.”

“Ride me?” Jungkook seemed taken aback by the idea but then he chuckled and gently pulled out of you, making you wince at the loss even though it was painful before. Painful was better than empty, especially since you were so turned on. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“You don’t know a lot of things,” you pretended to be a lot more mysterious than you actually were as Jungkook lay on the bed next to you. You weren’t the most adventurous person out there, but did Jungkook have to know that?

“Can’t wait to find out,” he said, crossing his hands behind his back and staring at you as you straddled him. “Need me to help?”

“No, I got this,” you said as you grabbed the base of his dick and positioned it at your entrance. Slowly, you let the tip enter you before you let go of his cock and placed both hands on your thighs for support. “Oh, fuck…”

You tried to go slow at first, but then you realized it would hurt either way and that you’d get used to it the sooner it entered you fully, so you sat all the way down until you were sitting on Jungkook’s thighs, his hard cock deep inside of you, a loud moan leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. Jungkook’s hands flew to your waist instantly and he dug his fingers into your skin, pressing you even further into his own body, even though his cock couldn’t enter you even more if he tried.

“Christ, I’ll die,” Jungkook mumbled as he opened his eyes and then he smiled at you, cocking his head to the side. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes teared up a bit because of the stinging along his entire length, but you were slowly getting used to the feeling. It was strange to feel him inside of you, but it became a lot easier when you focused on how hot Jungkook looked lying under you, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of you on top of him. “Yeah, yeah… Just need to relax a bit…”

“Here, let me help,” he offered, sucking on his thumb and then moving it down to your clit so he could rub it, which did get your walls to start clenching and relaxing. “Just… Breathe…” Jungkook said gently, his thumb rubbing your clit while his other hand made its way from your waist up to your breast and gently squeezed it, grunting in the process. “I think you could make me come without even moving.”

The compliment made you chuckle, which in turn made your walls clench around his cock, and Jungkook reacted by grunting. “Are you trying to?”

“Not yet,” you shook your head and started to roll your hips in circles, letting his cock rub against your walls in hopes of them relaxing a bit. “Just want to… Feel you…”

“I feel you just fine,” Jungkook mumbled at you before biting down on his lower lip. “You’re so warm and wet for me… Can’t wait till you start jumping.”

You could hardly wait for that too—he felt so hard inside of you and you were sure he’d feel perfect once you got used to his size, so you started to move your hips front and back now, adjusting to the new feeling. Jungkook’s groaning and squeezing helped and the hand on your clit made you start going faster, and before you knew it, you were gently sliding up and down his cock, never going high enough for it to fall out, but always landing on his thighs with a loud smack, no matter how slowly you moved up.

Jungkook liked the tempo so much that he placed both hands on your waist and just let you do your thing. He couldn’t decide where to look—your crotch, your chest, your face—so his gaze flew all over, unable to stop at one place for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.

“It feels much better now,” you told him, and your words made him smile.

“I told you it would,” Jungkook smirked at you and somehow got you to melt all over again. What the fuck was up with him? You had him inside you, there was literally nothing more you could do to feel him, yet you wanted more and more. How he did it was beyond you, but you couldn’t waste time on questioning it. “Ride me faster.”

“Faster?” You cocked your head to the side and started to move the way he wanted you to, getting to feel every inch of him rub against your walls and touch every inch of your walls from the inside. You could feel your juices sliding down his cock, but you couldn’t get yourself to feel bad about it, not when you felt so fucking good because of him.

“Do you ride Jeonghun like this?” Jungkook asked after a series of hisses and moans, all of which were doing wonders for your ego. Never in your life did you think you’d see a man as attractive as Jungkook enjoy being inside of you this much.

“No,” you shook your head, not really in the mood to talk about your date. Sort of date. A guy you slept with a couple of times.

Whatever he was, you didn’t want to think about him when you were with Jungkook. This thing right here wasn’t going to happen again, and you wanted to make the most out of it.

Jungkook wanted to play dumb, so he frowned. “Why not?”

“He likes missionary,” you readily responded.

You weren’t sure how Jungkook always got you to be honest with him, but you figured the fact that he was inside of you had a lot to do with it. Your mind wasn’t working as well as your body—all you were focused on was his dick inside of you and how it felt whenever your hips smashed into his.

“He’s a nice guy, I’ll give him that, but he’s missing out on a lot,” Jungkook said while grabbing both of your breasts while you rode him, clearly deciding to make the most out of the situation, much like yourself.

The image of Jeonghun flashed before your eyes and it instantly made you feel guilty, even though you two weren’t exclusive. “Let’s not talk about him.”

“Why not?” The smirk didn’t seem to be leaving Jungkook’s face anytime soon. “You don’t like being dirty?”

“Nope,” you said while riding the dick of the guy who was dating your best friend like that wasn’t the dirtiest thing you could imagine. But, it was Jungkook, and it didn’t feel bad.

“I think you do,” Jungkook grunted, lowering his hands so he could grab your ass and help you jump on and down his cock. The more vocal he was, the faster and harder you were going. “I think you really fucking love fucking me behind your boyfriend’s back.”

“I don’t,” you disagreed because Jeonghun wasn’t your fucking boyfriend, but you didn’t want to explain these details while fucking Jungkook.

“Really? Is that why you’re riding me faster?” Jungkook chuckled, smacking your ass with open palms. “Is that why you’re dripping wet?”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t, not when all these words and actions were making you want to start jumping up and down, not caring if you were even going to land on his dick correctly. You kept wanting more and more, and you weren’t sure if more actually existed. “Fuck!”

“Oh, so it is…” Jungkook propped himself up on one elbow while using the other to pinch your nipple gently, making you arch your back. “What would Jeonghun say if he saw you now, riding my cock like this? I bet he thinks you’re such a good, sweet girl… That’s why he only does missionary… Doesn’t want to scare you away. What would he think if he saw you taking my cock like this?”

For some reason, the things Jungkook was saying were turning you on, and not because he was mentioning Jeonghun. It was because his words were making you feel dirty, and not in a bad way. It didn’t feel like Jungkook was judging you. Quite the opposite, it sounded like he fucking loved it. Why wouldn’t he? You were acting dirty for him.

So, you decided to play along. It was the dude’s birthday and you were so fucking into him that it hurt. Why not make the most out of this one and only chance you’d have with him? “He’d …. Be mad, I guess.”

“I’d be mad too,” Jungkook licked his lips and looked up at your face. “If I had a girl like you and someone else was making you feel better than I could? I’d be pissed.”

There he went again, mentioning these what-ifs and things that just couldn’t happen because he was dating your friend and you would never do that to her, no matter how much you enjoyed fucking Jungkook. “Stop saying that.”

“Why? It’s true… You come whenever I want you to. You told me he can’t make you come,” Jungkook shrugged, knowing he had a point, and you couldn’t help but notice he looked so smug lying down and letting you ride him with a smirk on his face. He knew you too well for this, you realized. “Such a shame... Wasting your time on a guy who can’t get you horny.”

“Jungkook,” you stopped moving and leaned in, opening your eyes completely to show him you were serious.

“Yeah?”

“Please, don’t say these things,” you lowered your voice, remembering that Hana was in the bathroom, taking a bath, but that he could probably hear everything you two were saying. “You’re Hana’s boyfriend.”

Jungkook seemed shocked for a second like he was surprised to hear you say that, but he quickly got it together and smirked. “Sorry… But, you’re still a little slut.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, kicking your head back and continuing to ride Jungkook, now dragging your fingernails across his chest and stomach down to his hips, where you let your palms rest.

“Oh, so that’s what you like. Less talk less about me, and more about how you’re being so bad right now,” Jungkook seemed pleased with himself for having found out your weak spot, the smug look on his face told you that. “Riding someone else’s cock while poor old Jeonghun is probably at home jerking off to you… I know I’d be.”

The words he was saying were making you get even more excited if that was even possible. The thought of Jungkook jerking off to you was driving you crazy. Did he really? Or was he just saying this in the heat of the moment, to turn you both on even more? Then, Jungkook started groping your breasts and you felt like you were about to explode.

“He’d be mad at me too if he saw this…” Jungkook continued, rubbing your hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers, getting you to arch your back and ride him even faster. As if he realized you were starting to lose it, Jungkook groped your breast, squeezing on them hard enough to get you going. “You got me hard two minutes after coming, and that rarely happens. Just shows how much I like you, and he’d hate it. Jeonghun would be so upset seeing his nice girlfriend jump on another man’s cock like this…”

That’s true, you had to admit. Of course he’d be upset, who wouldn’t? “He would be,” you moaned, deciding to continue playing Jungkook’s game. “But he won’t know.”

“If he does, he’ll try to fight me, I can already tell,” Jungkook snickered, spreading his thighs wider to give you more room when you moved your hips back and seeing him relax and let you do whatever you want with him lit a new sort of fire inside you.”Can’t blame him. No, fuck that, I can. He can try a little harder to get you to come. It’s not that hard. You just need to be turned on and relaxed…”

“Mhmmm,” you hummed in agreement without even thinking about it.

Did you really feel that way about Jeonghun? To be honest, you didn’t really think about him that much, except when you were about to go out with him, which definitely wouldn’t be happening again. But, Jungkook was right—Jeonghun could have tried harder to get you to come.

“And Jeonghun can’t get you to feel that way, right?” Jungkook asked, clearly teasing you, wanting to get compliments out of you, now moving his hands down and planting them around your waist.

“No,” you admitted right away, holding onto his shoulders so you could lift your hips and smack them against his harshly before quickly moving them back up again. “He can’t.”

“But I can,” Jungkook said confidently.

“Yes,” you couldn’t do anything but agree because it was painfully obvious by the way you were practically dripping onto his balls and thighs, covering him with your juices.

Anytime you went up and down his cock, you could hear how wet you were and feel how hard Jungkook still was, even after what seemed like hours of you riding him. Realistically, it had only been minutes, ten at most, but it was the best ten minutes of sex you’d ever had.

“Mhm, just as I thought…” Jungkook said, now moving one of his hands up to your face to cup it, getting you to practically purr at him. “You like me a lot, don’t you?”

You felt a lump form in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Jungkook knew you liked him and you knew you liked him—it was painfully obvious and you weren’t sure how you’d ever get over it after getting a taste of him. But, it was wrong. “Jungkook, don’t.”

“You can say it… Hana knows it,” Jungkook said, as if he was reading your mind.

He wasn’t, which meant he discussed this with Hana, which came as a shock to you. Why would they talk about something like that? She’s never mentioned talking to Jungkook about your crush on him. “What are you on about?” you asked, slowing down.

“I told her I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you,” Jungkook flashed you his teeth as he grinned, seemingly happy to be confessing this feeling to you, even though it was so wrong. “You’re just my type. Shy, hot in bed... Hana? Not shy. I like that too, but this is my favorite.”

“You told her that?” You stopped moving to give him a glare, still not believing the words coming out of his mouth. If he were your boyfriend and told you he was more into Hana than you, you’d cry and break up with him. What the hell was going on between these two? You clearly didn’t know them that well. “That’s mean.”

“Hey,” Jungkook said, patting your waist gently. “She told me she wanted to fuck Jimin before I even mentioned that. He was the one who introduced us, remember? So now we both got what we wanted… No, all three of us got what we want, because I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he paused to lick his lip and check you out from head to the point where your body met his, which happened to be your crotch. “You love fucking me.”

“Jungkook, please,” you hissed when he gently ran his hands up and cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples with his thumbs while still holding onto your flesh. Jungkook was touching you like he knew every inch of your body and exactly what you liked, and like he knew you’d let him do just about anything to you.

“Please what?”

“Don’t say these things,” you said with a slight shake of your head, feeling like your voice was faltering too. You were into him and you did love fucking him, but it was a one-time thing and he shouldn’t have been making such a big deal out of it.

“Why not? Don’t you like feeling that slutty?” Jungkook chuckled, but when he realized you weren't happy about it, he stopped instantly. “We’re not doing anything wrong. Hana knows about this and wants it. So, let’s make the most of it. Just relax and enjoy it.”

“Hana…” You tried coming up with something to say that could prove him wrong, that could show him that you two shouldn’t be discussing how horny you were for each other while he was dating your friend who just so happened to be in the other room, but your mind was drawing blanks because Jungkook was squeezing your breasts and looking straight into your eyes.

“Babe,” Jungkook sat up and leaned in closer so he could whisper at you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you in. “I had to hear about how much Hana thought about Jimin's dick while she fucked him right in front of me, so don’t worry. If she had a problem with it, she would have said no, okay?”

Really? The thought of that shocked you—why would anyone think about anyone other than Jungkook when they could have him whenever they wanted? Besides, why would Hana say these things in front of Jungkook?

“Okay,” you nodded, not believing what you were hearing. Hana wanted to fuck Jimin when she got to fuck Jungkook. Well, to each his own, but you’d always choose Jungkook.

“Relax, baby…” Jungkook grinned and reached back to grab the back of your neck and massage it. “Ride it,” he said, which was all it took for you to start moving your hips again, now feeling his cock inside you from a whole other angle, one that suited you even better. Or was it the fact that his face was now an inch away from yours?

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asked, stopping you from zoning out completely.

“Mhm… Great,” you practically moaned at him and he took that as a sign to go on talking dirty. Before that, though, Jungkook leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, teasing you even more.

“Big enough for you?” His cocked eyebrow told you Jungkook already knew the answer.

“Huge,” you whispered the word, and Jungkook’s face lit up.

“And you like that?” Jungkook wasn’t able to contain the excitement in his voice when he asked that, and you chuckled at his tone.

“I didn’t know I did,” you admitted, as he seemed to be waiting for you to respond as if it wasn’t already obvious that you were so into him it hurt.

This seemed to give Jungkook even more confidence. “You didn’t know a lot of things before tonight.”

“It’s like it’s my birthday,” you cracked the joke to ease the tension and try to focus solely on riding his dick, getting it to rub all against your walls from the inside, getting yourself to come.

“When is your birthday?” Jungkook seemed serious all of a sudden.

“In two months,” you responded, unsure of what that had to do anything, especially when you were in the middle of sex.

“Please, wish for this,” Jungkook whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder. It was a soft kiss, a peck, one that made shivers run down your spine. As if he sensed that the kiss was too intimate, Jungkook started to kiss his way up to your neck, which made you grunt.

“Stop talking about me and let me concentrate,” you told him while grabbing his shoulders and starting to move your hips faster, enjoying the feeling of having his mouth on you.

“You’re right…” Jungkook said with a chuckle before licking a strip up your neck and making you moan his name loudly. “I forgot, we’re focusing on how big of a slut you’re being…”

You hummed in agreement, surprised to find yourself liking his comments this much. There was just something about the way Jungkook said these things to you like they weren’t something bad. Instead, it seemed like he loved it too.

“And you know you’re being slutty, letting me fucking you raw like this… Riding my dick, letting it stretch you out… Jeonghun is not gonna like this,” Jungkook said, hissing when you rolled your hips in a way that he obviously appreciated. “You’re so wet my balls are dripping.”

“Sorry,” you said, feeling like such an idiot for something you couldn’t control.

Jungkook looked into your eyes again, making the moment feel really intimate again, like it was just the two of you there like the night didn’t have to end. “Don’t apologize, I fucking love it.”

“Great,” you grinned, rolling your hips in circles again while staring right into his eyes, never wanting to let him go.

“Let’s switch up…” Jungkook leaned in and kissed you gently. Then, he sank his teeth into your bottom lip. “I really want to fuck.”

You nodded and gently eased yourself off of Jungkook, letting his cock slide out of you, big, pink, and slick with your juices, which made you hiss when it landed on his stomach, making a loud wet noise.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to push you down on the bed and get on top of you, your crotch almost touching his, your legs on either side of his body as Jungkook sat up between your legs and scooted his hips closer to yours.

“Fuck, this is such a nice sight.”

You could only imagine how lascivious it looked from his perspective: you on your back, legs spread, pussy on display right in front of him, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when Jungkook was positioning his dick at your entrance and gently shoving himself in all the way. “Mhm, fuck…”

Jungkook kicked his head back and sighed deeply before looking at you again, his eyes warm and happy. “Still so nice and tight and warm… You really are into me.”

“Mhm,” you couldn’t help but agree, not when it was painfully obvious that you loved every second of him being inside of you.

“Good,” Jungkook said, grabbing both your thighs and squeezing them while moving his hips slowly, getting you to adjust to the new position. “It will be easier to get you to enjoy yourself.”

“I’m already enjoying it way too much.” You weren’t sure what exactly had gotten into you and made you admit that, but you knew Jungkook loved hearing it. You just didn’t want him to know he had that much power over you.

“I can tell, baby…” Jungkook grinned and shoved his cock inside of you all the way. Once he realized it didn’t hurt, Jungkook started to move his hips, moving in and out of you slowly. “You’ve never been fucked this good.”

“Is it that obvious?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Kind of,” Jungkook said, starting to speed up his movements, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how his body moved while he fucked you. Everything seemed to be moving in the same rhythm and it was almost mesmerizing. “I don’t mean that in a bad way… Just that you seem to like everything I do, which makes me so fucking hard I can’t even explain.”

Now, that was something you loved hearing. If he knew how excited he made you feel, it was only fair if you heard the same about yourself. Otherwise, you’d feel stupid tomorrow. “I feel it.”

“You do?” Jungkook grinned, smacking his hips into yours, which made your toes curl. Fuck, he really did know what he was doing. “You like knowing you get men hard?”

“Some men, yeah,” you pretended you didn’t understand what he was asking.

“Okay…” Jungkook shoved himself into you all the way again and stopped moving, letting you feel all of him. “Do you like knowing you get me hard?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t lie, not when Jungkook was standing still, hovering above you, your lips an inch away from his.

“Good, because you fucking do, and not just tonight,” he said, giving you a smirk followed by quick movements of his hips, ones that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Jungkook…” you called out his name, wanting to tell him he shouldn’t be telling you he gets hard for you, not even when you were fucking, because it was a one-time thing and you didn’t want to face him tomorrow and know you get him hard and he gets you excited, and you could never do anything about it ever again.

“I know you know it,” Jungkook said, burying his face in the crook of your neck and starting to pound into you hard, a lot harder than earlier, which made you dig your nails into his back and hold him closer.

You really didn’t know that, though. Never once did you think that Jungkook harbored any feelings, let alone sexual, for you. He was extremely friendly around and offered you advice and listened to you rant about your problems, but you never got the idea that he wanted to fuck you, mostly because he was dating your best friend and you tried hard not to think about him that way. You were just his hot girlfriend’s loser friend, at least that’s how you thought he saw you.

“You don’t like me saying that?” Jungkook grunted, still not moving away from your neck, still keeping the very fast pace which made it hard for you to breathe, let alone speak, but you loved every second of it.

“No,” you admitted with a sigh, trying to focus solely on his cock entering and exiting your body, getting you wetter by the second. “Hana…”

“Pretty, she knows it,” Jungkook smiled at you, like what he was saying was completely normal and you were the weird one for feeling weird about it. “But I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

You nodded without a word and focused on taking his features in.

After all, it was the first and last time you two were having sex, so you might as well try to take in all of it. Jungkook’s hairline was covered with beads of sweat and so was his face, even though in smaller quantities. The ends of his hair were sticking to his forehead and sides of his face, and that only made you want to pull him in so you could kiss and touch him.

However, you didn’t do that.

You lay there with your legs spread and marveled at the sight of this gorgeous man between your legs, keeping the same rhythm as he pumped himself in and out of you, his toned upper body on display, the dark tattoos in contrast with his skin, his earrings dangling whenever his thighs smacked against the back of yours.

“I never want to stop doing this,” Jungkook confessed and the confession made you bite down on your lower lip. You never wanted it to stop either, it just felt fucking amazing. “Can I go deeper?”

You nodded without a word, still enjoying the sight of him on top of you, in you, the lines of his face distorting with pleasure as he stuck his dick inside of you all the way in, getting to feel your warm pussy engulf him, pull him in closer. “Fuck,” he shook his head and looked straight into your eyes. “I’ve never been this hard in my life, everything feels fucking amazing.”

The compliments were music to your ears, you loved hearing this from someone you were as attracted to as you were to Jungkook, and the best part about it was that you knew that he wasn’t lying. Exaggerating, maybe, but not lying—you could feel just how hard he was.

“Does it feel good this deep?” Jungkook cocked his eyebrow up and when you nodded, he grinned. “Can I go faster?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, spreading your legs even wider, which made Jungkook grab you by the thighs, straighten your legs, and press them against his torso. Is that what people meant when they said their legs were around someone’s neck during sex?

You hissed when you felt Jungkook hit a spot deep inside you, which instantly made him freeze in place. “Fuck!”

“Too deep?” Jungkook gently rubbed your thighs with both hands and looked at you worriedly. “Slow down?”

“No, it’s… Uh… Strange?” You cocked your head to the side and couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. You were staring at each other, Jungkook stopped moving, and you found the whole thing funny. “It feels sharp but good?”

“Maybe I found the right spot,” Jungkook said with a grin and then started to fuck you again, this time putting a lot more energy into it, so much so that it got you to scream the first time he entered you all the way and touched that spot again.

From that moment on, most of it was a blur. You did what Jungkook’s voice instructed you to do, which was to close your eyes, breathe, and focus on his dick. It felt weird not watching him fuck you because that’s all you ever wanted to do, but Jungkook was the expert there, so you followed his advice.

Jungkook kept grunting and hissing, clearly enjoying the way your pussy felt around him, but you didn’t open your eyes to look at him. Instead, you kept them closed and focused on his cock. Every time it entered you, it went in deep, really deep. It hit a spot that hurt, but not as much as it felt good.

It was a really weird feeling, but you realized it actually felt good and that the pain came from too much pleasure if that was even possible. The a-ha moment happened when you noticed tears were streaming down your temples and that you were moaning without stopping, completely forgetting that both Jungkook and Hana could hear you falling apart under him.

“Oh, you’re getting so fucking wet now,” Jungkook grunted from above, tightening the grip he had around your thighs, continuing to fuck you, smack his body against the back of your legs, shove himself inside of you all the way, his thick cock filling you up in the best way imaginable.

Then, Jungkook spread your legs, holding each one up by your ankle, hitting the spot from an even better angle. The sudden change in positions made you arch your back and grab the sheets so you had something to hold onto.

“Jesus, Jungkook, keep going,” you muttered the words at him, taking a peek to see if he was as excited as you were just to find him biting down on his lip and looking at you, sweat dripping down his face and chest, looking completely immersed in the moment. “Oh my God…”

“What a tight little pussy you have,” Jungkook grunted, still keeping up with the same fast pace he’d set earlier, keen on getting you to come. “I wish Jeonghun could see you now, spreading your legs for me like a slut.”

“Fuck,” your back arched on its own. At that moment, you wished for that too—maybe he’d then realize that he had to put in a bit more work than just pump in and out of you until he came inside the condom. “Jungkook…”

“I bet he’d be so pissed off to hear all the things you told me….” Jungkook said with a chuckle. “Or see you let me fuck you raw and deep like this… Get to fuck you however you want… Feel those lips around my cock… Fuck, I want all of it so bad. You’re such a good slut for me tonight,” Jungkook hissed before saying your name, which was what threw you off the edge.

You felt like you were about to come ever since he hit that spot, but you just needed that little push to come undone all over his cock, and hearing him say your name did it for you. Jungkook felt you were coming, you were sure, even though he could already tell by the way your entire body twisted and turned while you screamed and held onto the sheets tight, so he kept fucking you, not stopping for a second until you asked him to, barely getting the words out.

The second you told him to stop, he did, but he didn’t pull all the way out, which actually felt nice. Instead, Jungkook stayed inside of you, planted your feet back on the bed, and leaned down to hover over you, his chest pressed against yours as he held himself up on his elbows.

“You are so fucking pretty when you come,” he grunted and started kissing you, so you finally opened your eyes, smiled at him, and then kissed him, feeling cocky enough to shove your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hands around him, tugging at his hair, dragging your fingers across his back, surely leaving marks.

Jungkook loved all of it, you could tell by the way he practically purred on your chest or the way he played with your tongue, or, even more obviously, the way his cock twitched inside of you.

“I want to see you come,” you said into the kiss, which made Jungkook pull away and lick his lips.

“God, yes,” he grunted and started to pump himself into you again and this time, it felt even better. “I fucking love this… Getting to see just how much of a slut you are for me.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan in response since Jungkook started to fuck you even faster than before, his hands now behind your shoulders, lifting them up so he could hold the upper part of your body while he fucked you hard, and it felt amazing, to say the least.

Since his hand held you in place, you didn’t move up and down the bed. Instead, you stayed in the same place and the only thing that moved was Jungkook’s hips, in and out, in and out, his dick filling you up so well each time, but only for a second or two before he pulled out and repeated the motion.

“I’ve wanted this for such a long time,” Jungkook grunted into your ear, his hands holding you in place while his hips snapped up and down quickly. “You feel so fucking warm and tight, just like I imagined…”

“Jungkook,” you were going to tell him he shouldn't be saying that, but then you realized he was about to come and that it was his birthday, so ruining his fantasy would probably spoil the night for him. “Fuck.”

“I wanted to fuck you so bad and now that I know how good it feels, I want it to be my birthday every fucking day,” he kept grunting into your ear while his hips smacked into yours from above. “Getting to feel how warm you are around me… Fuck, it’s great. And how sweet you sound? Your angelic face and then that fucking body of yours that makes me want to ram into you like you’re a blowup doll? I won’t do it, don’t worry. I have to go easy on you,” Jungkook said with a hiss, gently biting into your bottom lip.

“No, do it,” you looked into his eyes and grinned. Why not? Nobody has ever fucked you that hard. It was all bland and boring, just like you. Missionary, slow at first, very quick towards the end, that was it.

“Do it? You sure?” Jungkook checked again, even though you could tell he was dying to do it, and that he was really close to coming already.

“Yes, please, I want to feel it,” you told him, giving him a small grin before moving your hands down to cup his ass and give it a gentle squeeze. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he grunted and started to thrust into you so hard that you had to move your hands up to his back and hold onto him tight. At the same time, Jungkook let go of your shoulders and held onto the bed for support. There were too many sounds to focus on—the sounds of skin hitting skin, Jungkook’s low grunting which got louder and stronger the closer he came to coming, and your moans that you just couldn't stop, not when he was going so fast and making you feel like you were, in fact, his blowup doll.

“Oh, fuck, I’ll come,” Jungkook mumbled. “I’ll pull ou—”

“No,” you told him. “Pill. Come inside me.”

Jungkook rested his forehead against your shoulder and stopped moving for a second. “I had to stop before I absolutely exploded. Hearing you say this makes me think of so many nasty things…”

With that, he started to move again, clearly excited about getting to come inside of you tonight, which wasn’t a part of the deal. There was no way you’d say no to him, not when you were on the pill and nothing was stopping you from letting him fill you up.

To help him come, you decided to tell him nasty things, since Jungkook seemed to like it that much. “Only you get to come inside of me,” you said something you shouldn’t have said. “You were right, I am a slut for you, I like fucking you way too much.”

“Ughh,” Jungkook grunted and started coming. Even if you couldn’t tell by how spasmodic his movement became, the fact that he pressed the side of his face against yours and held you tight would have given him away. “So fucking tight,” he mumbled, still pumping in and out of you. “Can’t believe you’d let me fill you up with my cum like this…”

You cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss, which Jungkook gladly returned, and you two kissed for seemed like an eternity. During the kiss, you felt his cock get soft and slip out of you, letting his cum drip down your cheeks, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when it felt so nice kissing him. You wanted it to last forever, but you only had that one night, the night of Jungkook’s birthday, and it came to an end.

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You thought seeing Hana after the night you three spent together would be weird, but it was so much more awkward for you than you could have imagined. It felt like your knees went weak the second you saw her walking into the coffee shop unannounced. But, then she waved at you and came up to the bar with a grin like nothing changed between the two of you.

“Hey! Want to take your break with me?” Hana offered, pointing to a table next to the window, far away from any of your coworkers.

A couple of minutes later, you joined her with two coffees and sandwiches, feeling a huge lump in your throat.

Of course, it was still Hana and you were still you—nothing changed. However, now you knew your obsession with her boyfriend went way too far and that you’d have to stop hanging out with him, at least for a while. You’d have to try to forget the way Jungkook felt, kissed, touched, and focus on yourself and getting over your feelings before you could be his friend again.

You knew something like that would happen when you said yes to it, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass out on.

Still, it felt terrible when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t lie about it. Your entire body ached, you were tired and sore, but it was your chest that hurt the most because you knew it was a one-time thing, no matter how much you wanted it to happen again and again. Jungkook was in love with Hana, Hana was in love with him, and you were a hookup. That was it.

So, you avoided them for three days.

Jungkook texted, but you didn’t respond. The things he told you when you two were alone didn’t leave your mind for a second, but they were wrong. Men said a lot of things when they were horny and Jungkook was no exception, you’d learned. The guy asked his girlfriend for a threesome, they agreed on you, the person they both knew well, and he fucked you. That was the extent of his feelings for you.

Even if Jungkook, by some miracle, meant all those things, he was still Hana’s boyfriend and you didn’t want to talk about that topic with him and encourage him to say shit like that. It could ruin their relationship, which could potentially ruin your friendship with Hana and no guy was worth it, not even Jungkook, no matter how attractive, sexy, or great in bed he was.

Luckily, Jungkook didn’t push too much. He sent a text the next morning, thanking you for the night and wanting to know if you were okay, but you felt too confused and hurt and in love to respond to him. Then, you realized that you didn’t want to talk to him about it. You didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.

That night, Jungkook texted again, telling you he was worried about you and that he hoped nothing had changed.

You didn’t respond to that text either because you went to bed early. The day was exhausting from start to finish, mostly because you spent it alone, reliving last night in your mind over and over again, feeling guilt wash over you every time you’d find yourself enjoying these memories.

When you woke up, you found a third text from Jungkook, sent in the wee hours of the evening, asking you to forgive him if he crossed any lines. He also said he wouldn’t text you again because you clearly needed space. But, if you wanted to talk, he was always there.

All of that sounded perfect and it would have been had Jungkook not been your best friend’s boyfriend.

So, seeing Hana in person after all of that also hurt.

Did Jungkook tell her you weren’t talking to him? He didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but you felt like a total loser. You promised them nothing would change and then you completely changed your attitude towards Jungkook, who did nothing wrong.

“So… How are you?” Hana asked with a smile as she took a bite of the sandwich. “I’m so fucking hungry, sorry, I can’t wait.”

“No, no, please, eat,” you nodded and took a sip of the coffee, feeling too nervous to eat. “I’m fine, why? Just busy with work.”

Hana glared at you while she chewed and you knew she could see right through you. “Cut the crap,” she said, her mouth still full of food, but you felt so bad that you couldn’t even reprimand her for that like you usually would.

“I’m sorry I’m acting all weird,” you sighed, looking straight into her eyes. “I promised nothing would change and it clearly has, but not in a bad sense. I guess I just need time to like, get my thoughts in order, or something. Maybe it was a bigger step than I thought it would be.”

“Sure,” Hana readily agreed, chasing down the bite with a sip of coffee. “I get it, we all needed time to figure it all out. But that doesn’t mean we’ll just ignore each other in the meantime, right?”

“I would never ignore you,” you shook your head. Did it really come off that way? You really didn’t have time that week because you took all the extra shifts you could to take your mind off of things. You couldn’t think about Jungkook and the way he made you feel if you worked 12 hours a day. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t mean me,” her raised eyebrow told you that Jungkook told her all about his failed attempts at talking to you. “The three of us took part in it. If nothing has changed between you and me, it shouldn’t between the two of you.”

“Yes,” you nodded in agreement because Hana was right. Normal people would see the situation that way. Why change your behavior towards Jungkook but not her? It didn’t make any sense, but feelings rarely did. “It didn’t. I mean, it won’t.”

“Why are you ignoring Jungkook then?”

“I—,” you gulped, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. You could never lie to Hana, not even if you tried. She knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, and she could easily tell when you were being dishonest. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s work through it together,” your friend suggested with a smile as if she didn’t realize she’d be uncovering some shameful secrets if she kept pushing. “We’re best friends. What we did doesn’t change anything between us because we’re still friends.”

You nodded in agreement, holding your cup with both hands and taking comfort in its warmth. That’s what you really needed—a long warm hug, but not from Hana and definitely not from Jungkook, even though you knew how amazing his hugs felt.

“Cool. And you and Jungkook were friends before this. So why not stay friends after? Unless something changed…”

“No, nothing changed,” you spoke up, never wanting to think you were interested in her boyfriend or that you’d try to do anything to separate them. “I mean, Jungkook is still my friend, clearly.”

“But you have feelings for him,” Hana suggested with a completely serious face, looking straight into your eyes which made you look at the floor in embarrassment.

You felt like the worst person out there, mostly because it didn’t even look like she was angry. Of course she wouldn’t be, she was your friend, which was exactly why your feelings for her boyfriend were completely out of place. Did she realize this that night? How long has she known? You felt embarrassed to even exist in her vicinity.

“I…. Hana,” you sighed, still unable to face her. “You’re my friend and you’ll always come first. I just need time to forget about it before I can… Be his friend. But that’s all there is to it.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Hana said in such a calm tone that you just had to look at her to determine what she was feeling.

You found her smiling at you warmly, much to your surprise. When your eyes met, she reached out and placed her hand on yours.

“You idiot,” she said in a mocking tone, and your breath hitched in your throat, but then she giggled. “Did you really think I can’t tell? I got a boyfriend and suddenly forgot how you function? Please.”

“I’m sorry,” was all you could tell her. She could see right through you, as always.

“Will you please text Jungkook back?” Hana asked with a raised eyebrow, surprising you with her request. “I think he really wants to talk to you, but he’s waiting for you to text him back because he doesn’t want to pester you, or something like that.”

Your cheeks were blushing at that point, you could feel it. Why did she want this when you’d just told her how you felt about him? “M-maybe it’s better if I wait for a while until I can think straight.”

“I have to tell you something,” Hana leaned in and lowered her voice. “But don’t take it the wrong way and jump to conclusions, okay? Promise.”

“I promise,” you crossed your heart and looked right into her eyes, feeling like you were shivering.

“We broke u—” she started but was cut off by your loud gasp.

“What the fuck?” You couldn’t help but blurt out. “Oh my God, please tell me it had nothing to do with his birthday,” you glared at her, feeling like a total piece of shit for getting involved with a couple. What in the hell were you thinking? “I feel so bad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? Fuck, I hope I di—”

“Stop,” it was her turn to cut you off by raising her hand. “We talked about it before. Long before the threesome even happened. There’s love and there’s lust, and we both knew what our thing was. Then I started thinking about Jimin way too much and that was my own fault. But, I have to say that I always knew he had a soft spot for you. Jungkook, I mean. He took more interest in you than he did in me. Well, you know what I mean. You two became friends and we’re more like people who fuck and like each other enough to hang out, something like that,” she explained and then shrugged.

“What? I don’t get anything.”

“I’m saying that we were discussing just breaking things off and being single and then it was my birthday and I asked him for a favor, with Jimin. And I thought we’d break up then and that would be it. But then Jungkook asked for a present, and I knew exactly what it was going to be,” she looked at you knowingly. “And I also knew that if I told you we technically broke up, you’d never do it. And I knew you definitely should.”

“I feel totally cheated just so you know,” you told her after taking all of it in. “You are right, I never would have done it, so I’m kind of upset. I’m just shocked by all of this, I guess.”

“Listen... “ Hana reached out again, grabbing your hand. “Jungkook is a really sweet, nice guy. I know what you’re thinking, he’s my ex and it’s wrong and he likes to experiment and you’re monogamous and all that. Well, he’s my ex, but so fucking what? You fucked him too, we’re even. And the thing is, he’s not like me, maybe that’s why we don’t work well together. He wants to experiment if he doesn’t have deep feelings for someone,” Hana smirked at you. “I would bet everything I have that Jungkook would never let you sleep with Jimin or any one of his friends. There’s just no way he’d do it. With me, it’s different because we just had that type of thing, it was fun and convenient and we got laid, but that’s about it.”

“This feels so fucking weird. Like, you sitting here, trying to explain how Jungkook, who I thought was your boyfriend five minutes ago, would be a good choice for me,” you shook your head before letting it fall into your palms. “It’s too much.”

“Okay. Take your time,” Hana chuckled, and hearing her laughter made everything seem fine and normal again. “I’m just trying to tell you that whatever you decide is fine with me, for real. I didn’t want to say it over the phone because I wanted to be sure you knew I meant it. And also, Jungkook’s been nagging me for three days. He wants to make sure you’re alright, you don’t regret it, you don’t hate him, and stuff like that. So I wanted to let you know that we’re not together, we didn’t break up because of you, and you should really talk to him, even if you don’t know what you want.”

“You think so?”

“Yes,” Hana shook her head at you. “I know you. You’ll overthink this, imagine a million different scenarios, and find a million downsides to this. Well, if you talk to him about it, he can answer your questions so you don’t come up with your own answers. Jungkook’s not going to force you to meet up with him or anything, he just wants to talk. Hear him out and then take your time to decide. You don’t even have to decide, that’s the best part of life. Nobody’s forcing you to do anything. Take your time, live a little, have fun with him. Just talk to the guy.”

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Hana’s friendship always meant the world to you, but that day, you realized that she was really the best friend you’d ever had. Your mother always used to tell you that blood was thicker than water because your family would always put your interests first while friends would often take their own feelings into account.

Well, Hana proved your mother wrong.

The worst part about this whole thing was that she was right—you had to respond to Jungkook and hear him out. Otherwise, you’d come up with a bunch of problems and not one solution. You’d come to conclusions on Jungkook’s intentions when that wasn’t something you could know, not without talking to him first.

You: I’m sorry for not responding. I talked to Hana today and she explained what happened between you.

What else did you want to tell him? The dude texted you three times and went out of his way to get Hana to talk to you, so you had to get it all out there and explain everything.

You: It was stupid to ignore you, but I wanted to try to forget what happened before I talked to you again

You: Honestly, it felt wrong to have all these feelings for my friend’s boyfriend, so I didn’t want to get involved even more

Was that right? Of course, you didn’t want to suggest anything or dig deep into your feelings when you weren’t even sure what it was that he wanted from you.

Jungkook: Thanks for responding :) I was worried about you after everything

Jungkook: I’m sorry if I made it weird by saying all those things… I guess I got ahead of myself, but I just forgot that you didn’t know that Hana and I weren’t a thing anymore, so it must have sounded really weird

Jungkook: Now that you know, I hope you can look at it differently, but I also get it if you can’t. I keep thinking we fucked up by not just telling you we weren’t together, but Hana was against that, but maybe I should have went against her wishes this one time

He was right, it was all a bit too much. The fact that the two of them knew they weren’t together but kept it from you did sound weird, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood where Hana was coming from.

Clearly, she thought you and Jungkook would work well together, a lot better than the two of them, but she also knew you as a person, which meant she was aware that you’d never agree to fuck her ex right after they broke up.

You: It’s really a lot to take in at once, if I’m honest

Jungkook: That’s true and it’s normal to feel that way, it’s all complicated

Jungkook: But I’m hoping you’ll think about it and come to the same conclusion as me

You: And that is?

Jungkook: That we would work out, for sure, even if it’s all a bit messy :) because we care about each other

You stared at the text for minutes, the words “care about each other” flashing before your eyes, not leaving your mind for a second. Jungkook was saying this? To you?

You: Oh? Pretty cocky :D

That maybe wasn’t the most appropriate thing to say, but it felt easier to turn everything into a joke than admit all your feelings for Jungkook right away, especially when you felt so confused by the whole thing.

Jungkook: Hm… You may not want to date me or be in a relationship with me after everything, BUT you can’t tell me you don’t care about me

Jungkook: I can tell, just like I know you can tell

Jungkook: I mean, if Hana and all of my friends see it…

What? Did people really know about this?

You: What??

Jungkook: We really have a lot to talk about lol want to go out for a walk or something?

You felt like a fool when you realized that everyone other than you knew you had feelings for Jungkook. And that he had feelings for you, even though that still felt surreal. His friends? Really? He really baited you right in.

You: When?

Jungkook: After work? Before dinner? Tonight? Literally whenever you want

You: After work’s fine

Jungkook: Are you nervous?

You: Fuck yes

Even that was an understatement. You kept thinking about what you were going to wear, how you’d even survive looking into Jungkook’s eyes again, how you’d tell him any of the things you were thinking and how you’d sit through him complimenting you in person.

Jungkook: It’s okay :D I won’t do or say anything you don’t want

Jungkook: I’m a pretty straightforward guy, but I know it’s a complicated situation and it will take time

Jungkook: and I have all the time in the world and want to try to make it work

Your heart beat so loud you thought it would just jump out of your chest. Why was he saying these things when he knew how you felt? It would be so strange to see him face to face after all these confessions.

You: Let’s talk about it when we meet up :)

Did that sound cold? You couldn’t help but feel that way when you read the text again, so you quickly typed and sent another one.

You: I don’t want to sound uninterested or something because you know I’m not. I think we should talk about it in person and decide what to do then

Jungkook: Of course, no worries! I’ll come pick you up after work then?

You: Great, see you then

Jungkook: I’m so excited :D

You: LOL me too

You: why are we acting like high schoolers?

Jungkook: isn’t it a good feeling, though?

Jungkook: being so excited about just seeing someone and talking to them

Jungkook: doesn’t happen often :) see you later!

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Scent of a Woman {KNJ romance}

Pairing: leopard hybrid parfumerie boss!Namjoon x female reader!employee

Genre: Hybrid AU. Romance. Smut. Pining. Slow burn. Angst. strong father themes. NOT DADDY-type themes. EXPLICIT 🔞🔞🔞

Warnings: super super eemootiionaaal sex- is that a warning? No breed-you-with-my-pups here. Leopard-style sex, which just means, really, he comes in from the back ( I watched Nat Geo to make sure LOL). Mirror sex (so that they can look at each other @ralypenny this is part of your ask that I finally fulfilled).

Summary: In this hybrid AU, hybrids are rich and powerful. You are fully human in form and in weakness. Too bad you’re falling for your hybrid boss. And mayhaps he’s falling for you.

Word count: 10k

Special thanks: @hobi-gif for being a kick-ass beta reader with 56 edits that I never knew I needed. You read this while you were so tired, and took the time to encourage me. I'm so grateful.

Much appreciation to the following who have read it in some point of draft form and encouraged me: @httpnamjoonie94reads @jinfizz, @bonvoyagenoona @bangtanmademedoit @lcksndkys @xjoonchildx

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“Stupid human,

Homo sapien

Little Alien

Tiny Cranium

Eat uranium

Poop Titanium

Homo sapien

Stupid human.”

You know the chant by heart.

Even now, more than twenty years later, the tune, the cadence, the leering faces that surrounded you are hauntingly familiar.

One glance at your comparably smaller build, your simple clothes, your plain, singular-species face was obvious enough to announce to anyone that you’re fully human.

The hybrids of your time are often part of the super-rich. It’s no surprise considering their survival instincts for attracting the richest, biggest, smartest, and fastest mates are well-honed from centuries of evolution.

Imbued with stronger genes than full-blooded humans, the hybrids live longer, look prettier, work faster, breed better, and probably fuck harder too.

So you were expected to count yourself lucky your mother worked as a live-in housekeeper for a rich hybrid family. And you were expected to count yourself lucky that their residential address allowed you to benefit from the most exclusive school districts in the country full of wealthy hybrids.

But you weren’t lucky.

Everyone knew you as the housekeeper’s daughter, as if that were more dignified than your name. Everyone made fun of you for being smaller, slower, shorter. More human.

And every day, you trudged to school, walking down the halls feeling like prey waiting to be fed to a room full of predators.

So you suffered alone through elementary, middle, and high school, always as the housekeeper’s daughter, always the butt of their jokes, always ready with fingers curled into hard fists to fend for yourself.

With each passing year, three things became clear to you:

You could never work for a hybrid.

You would never date a hybrid.

You should never, ever fuck a hybrid.

(Unless he was really good looking.)

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Kim Namjoon feels a little disconcerted.

He’s always been uber confident in his decisions, single-minded in his pursuit to establish the city’s most sought after bespoke parfumerie.

But lately, he’s doubting his choice to hire you as his shop assistant.

Your presence in his parfumerie disorients him. At first, it’s how the shop’s minimalist decor was suddenly disrupted by a burst of colour when you snuck in an inelegant bunch of flowers and placed them in a little jar of water, tucked away in an inconspicuous corner.

The old florist at the corner couldn’t sell this yesterday was your excuse. The petals were starting to droop, leaves yellowing with age, stems weak and insipid. And though the red gerberas clashed with the pathetic little violets, they held his gaze whenever he passed by.

Every day, a new bunch of sad-looking flowers would sit in the same jar, in different leftover color combinations. And every day, he found himself looking forward to them. Today it’s bright pink carnations mixed with orange marigolds, vulgar in their color but intriguing in their scent. Yesterday, it was half-dead roses mixed with a bright yellow peony.

He’s used to perfection— precision even —not this explosive mess of color and smells. By his standards, he should not even think these haphazard flowers are pretty. But here he is, admiring the furl of the carnation petal, thinking how silky smooth it feels despite its ragged edge. It’s almost… beautiful, nevermind the little brown flecks from its over exposure in the sun.

He doesn’t know why he quietly lets you bring this visual chaos into the calm monochrome of his shop. Or why he stops breathing a little when you brush past him to dust the corner of the shelf. (The shop has never been cleaner since you arrived.)

He can’t fathom why it’s suddenly hard to finalize the top notes of a perfume for one of his most important clients. Or why he finds himself wondering about the shampoo you’re using because the fragrance is driving him insane with curiosity.

But here you are, tying your buttery yellow hair ribbon on the door handle because it looks pretty like that and you heard an old country song on the way here and there’s no old oak tree to tie that around so the door will have to do.

He grimaces a little at your prattling, not trusting himself to speak. Because, truth be told, he wants nothing more than to rip off that ribbon and let his nose linger all over the satin fabric. He wants to, no, needs to, break down the entire fragrance profile which teases him every time you’re near.

It’s only logical since he’s in the perfume business.

At least, this is what he tells himself as he clenches his knuckles white to stop himself.

Only logical.

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Sometimes, you wonder what it’s like to be thoroughly fucked by the Kim Namjoon.

But of course, as your boss, he’s off limits like everyone else you’ve been attracted to. Let’s see… there was your brother’s best friend, your best friend’s ex-boyfriend, your science lab partner whom you later found out was gay and actually pining for the guy across the aisle.

You have a niggling feeling that you’re living in a strange fanfic universe full of well-trodden tropes but you banish those thoughts just like you banish your thoughts about Mr. Kim.

You remind yourself you are just a shop assistant and you desperately need this salary. That you have three rules regarding hybrids: one which you’ve already broken, two which you wish you could break, and all three with Kim Namjoon.

Sigh. If only you didn’t need this job, then there would be no rules to break. Your degree in art was a total waste of money in terms of finding a job after graduation. And when you walked by the swanky, modern storefront which advertised for a shop assistant six months ago, you ventured in without hesitation, desperate to pay off your college loan after another failed interview.

Entering the elegant interior, you went quiet for a moment as you spied a man suited impeccably in black, his gaze intent on the glass beakers of oils set on the counter.

It really had been too long since you studied a man who was not Cezanne or Matisse. With his sleek, sinewy build paired with a breathtaking side profile, he looked like a very tall, and very delicious glass of dark rum and Coke: sweet, smooth, and altogether dangerous.

Suddenly remembering you were here for a job opening, you were determined to make a first good impression.

“Hi—” you try your brightest, chirpiest voice.

“You’re hired,” he declared, without looking up.

“Excuse me? Wait. What?” you asked, heart racing.

“You’re obviously not here to buy perfume, so you must be here for the job opening. You’re hired. Starting today.”

You glanced at your plain black and white office attire that you’ve worn to hundreds of interviews. This was a high-end boutique but you didn’t think you looked that poor.

“If you really want to know, it’s not the outfit, it’s the desperation,” he said, eyes still focused on each drop of amber liquid he’s releasing into the glass beaker from an oil dropper.

“D-desperation?”

“I smelled it. Heard it in the thudding of your heart the moment you’d walked in.” He said it like he was talking about his coffee order (iced Americano, venti). “You’re desperate. And I need someone. Don’t usually take a full-blooded human. But I’ll take you.”

He finally lifted his eyes and you saw their slight but unmistakable fiery glow.

He’s one of the big-cat hybrids. They always seem so sleek and sophisticated, so sure of themselves and well, confident. It’s the money, it’s the superior genes, it’s everything... you’re not.

“Um, yes. I’m desperate for a job. Mister...?” You were nervous as hell. He was making you nervous as hell. Perhaps he was toying with you, like how a cat likes to play with a mouse.

“Kim. But call me Namjoon.”

That Kim Namjoon. The one in the tabloids for all the wrong reasons.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m the right candidate for this position. I’ll just see myself ou—”

“Wait. You don’t have to worry about that. My hybrid interests are rather, you might say, specific.” He smirked, as if he would ever be interested in you, full-blooded in human form and human weakness.

Okay. You’re not his type. Got the message loud and clear. “Uh, the monthly salary?”

Lips curled in a triumphant grin, he announced, “5 million won.”

Holy shit.

And so that’s how you find yourself here, days peacefully filled with dusting between crystal flasks and glass beakers, fetching blotters and flacons for Mr. Kim, sweeping the shop floor and making everything sparkle.

Your daily tasks also involve decanting perfume oils according to your boss’ specifications for sampling. By now, you’re used to arranging the vials of oil on a little movable bar cart for his signature bespoke sessions with each client; always paired with a glass of bubbly for Miss or Madam.

Cleaning, dusting, decanting are all easy parts of this job.

The hard part is dealing with the disdain, and sometimes, even disgust, you get from his clients—all female hybrids of some variety. They flock to this boutique because for the longest time, it’s been taboo among the female upper class hybrids to carry the scent of their hybrid ancestry.

You feel like you should pity them; after all, they can’t help it if they smell like horse and hay, like wild game or cat piss.

But it’s difficult when they never grace you with a second glance when they enter the shop; harder still when they brush off invisible dirt from being infected by your presence when they leave.

With their impossibly high cheekbones, noses yet higher in the air, they show not an iota of kindness. To them, you’re just staff. And well, you of all people know the hybrids are used to treating their staff a certain way.

You remind yourself the salary is worth the dismissive tone, the scornful glances.

That you can and you will carry yourself with dignity even though you weren’t born into money like them.

That the only difference between you and them is that they’ve held the attention of Kim Namjoon for hours at a time.

That he has listened to each one talk about her favorite childhood memories, her favorite meal, her hopes and dreams to get a feel of what she’d like in a personal fragrance.

That when he works on a new fragrance for a client, she’s all he thinks about, always quietly brooding about the fragrance profile until a rare smile breaks across his face because he’s got it.

That he’ll smell the inside of her wrists, inhale a breath behind her ears to see if the scent combination worked with her skin. The top note. The heart note. The base note.

He’s just doing his job. You tell yourself.

It’s not a big deal. Not at all.

Then why do you wish that you could just be one for them, just for one day?

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Kim Namjoon just can’t get this right.

He’s been building Eau de Parfum No. 1071 for a client for some time now. The complex fragrance was going well with its symphony of sandalwood, vetiver, oud and oakmoss. The top notes of orange flow like a kind, generous invitation, the base notes carried mainly by oakmoss and sandalwood are strong and supportive, but the heart note, the heart was missing.

On a whim he tries a bit of vanilla. Too flighty.

Maybe a bit of neroli. Too serious.

He thinks for a moment and then looks over his files on this client. Perhaps something floral. Or fig?

It’s here where he works his hardest, commanding oils to mix and mesh, to meld into a message. Sometimes it’s longing, other times, it’s innocence. This client wants sophistication, and Kim Namjoon always delivers.

Yet, something about this fragrance profile of No. 1071 puzzles him. It seems a little too masculine for the client in question.

Perturbed, he approaches you. He almost never asks for a second opinion, but he can’t stop his feet from stalking quietly out of his private office and onto the shop floor.

Nowadays, he finds himself relishing the split second before you sense his presence.

It’s when he can breathe in your entirety, undisturbed. He misses nothing, not the perpetual slight tilt of your head like you’re listening to some invisible music of the spheres, not the impish grin of your lips like you’re in cahoots with those god-awful flowers you bring in everyday. There’s the serious eyes, the sometimes sassy mouth. Smart and sexy like a mix of heaven and hell.

It’s a while before you notice him, and his heart skips a beat when you ask in that quiet, serious way of yours, “Yes, Mr. Kim?”

“I need you to smell this and tell me what you think,” he says, voice a little crackly.

“Well, Mr. Kim, that would be an extra twenty thousand won per hour,” you quip, a little smile peeking below your serious eyes. “But, honestly, I don’t know much about the accords and notes and...”

“Just use your instincts. Just feel.”

He holds out the testing strip to you, thinking himself a little stupid for asking for help.

He looks carefully at how your hand moves closer and closer to his. How the inches, then centimeters bring you nearer to him; fingers almost touching.

Shit, Namjoon sees a slight tremble in his hand. He’s sure you see it too. Why the hell is he so nervous?

He expects you to take the tester from him. But, eyes closed, you lean in to take a whiff. He wonders fleetingly if you look like this when you kiss. You’re quiet, nose hovering just above the tester, just over his fingers, the light touch of the in-and-out of your breathing feathering his skin.

Fighting to hold still, he focuses on you as the scent begins to hit you in different ways. A look of complete and utter longing flits across your features, and he sees you’ve surrendered completely to the heart of the fragrance. “What does it smell like?” He’s desperate to know.

For a long while, you can’t answer him.

“It smells like...” you murmur, “like my dad. My dad.”

Your father would twirl you round and round under the orange tree in the greenhouse at sunset when his day’s work was done; your nose buried in his plain cotton shirt, every warp and weft woven with the fragrance of the flowers he grew. The hands that lifted you and tossed you in the air were hands that carried the smell of the earth, rich with moss.

He was a gardener for the wealthy, and while he grew flowers, he raised you until… until you were not old enough.

“I miss him. He left too soon.”

Kim Namjoon doesn’t know what to say. Words like I’m sorry; words like I’m sure he’s proud of you; those words are not enough. He wishes he could touch you, pull you into him, shelter you with an umbrella against the grey sky of grief until light breaks through.

But he’s your boss. He can’t.

Wordlessly, he hands you a tissue.

“Thanks, I’m fine, really,” you sniff. “I’ll get back to work now, Mr. Kim.”

Namjoon hears the steely strength in your voice even though your breath is shaky. “The shelves don’t mean anything, Y/N. Not today. If you need time…”

“I’m okay. I miss him. That’s all.” Squaring your shoulders, you go back to wiping down the shelves.

But the sudden thought of the paper tester cradling the scent of your dad in its pores dumped unceremoniously in the trash stops you. “Mr, Kim, if you don’t want the testing strip anymore, could I have it please?”

“Of course.” Namjoon leaves the strip on the edge of the counter, careful not to contaminate the part holding the fragrance.

Back in his office, Kim Namjoon sits down and opens his leather-bound ledger. It’s where he records every perfume he has created for clients over the years. A new fragrance will be entered in its pages today. The sample vial sits quietly on his mirrored desk, waiting to be named.

When he’s done, he slips quietly into the backroom where you keep your bag and places the tiny bottle of perfume oil beside it.

Written on the label is his small neat script:

Dad. For Y/N.

Eau De Parfum No. 1072

By KNJ

No. 1072 will forever be yours now.

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You’re so embarrassed.

You’ve never been late before. Not for work. Not for school. Not even for your expected date of birth, arriving right on the dot at the stroke of midnight, quietly triumphant of your punctuality even as a little babe.

You shudder at the confluence of all the bad luck that happened today.

The one day you forget your umbrella is when a sudden burst of rain catches you unprepared. Traffic was snarling as the slippery roads caused a car accident along the way.

As the rain wreaks havoc on your dress, you scold yourself for wearing your glasses today instead of contacts. You can hardly see a thing as you hurry up the path to the shop from the bus-stop. And what a stupid choice of an outfit today. A fitted white linen dress? You might as well be wearing nothing at this rate that you’re getting wet. Even the flower seller by the corner knew better than to put out her bouquets at the shop front this morning. You better hurry. You’re so late.

Without warning, you find yourself lurching forward over the cobblestones, balance completely fucked as your last coherent thought mocks you: you should not have worn your stupid pair of wedges today with the shitty grip. Bracing your arms out in front of you for the impact to come, you’re surprised when you find yourself in the strong, safe grasp of… your boss.

“Easy there,” he murmurs. Kim Namjoon must be a leopard hybrid of the highest order. You neither heard nor saw him a second ago. And now, he’s steadying you with his arm around your waist, his umbrella over you.

God. He’s so close.

Namjoon knows he held you for a second longer than he probably should, but it’s a second that he will cherish and play over and over again in his mind later. “You should remember your umbrella next time,” he says, trying to distract himself from petrichor, the smell of rain, mingled with the scent of a woman— your scent.

“I should,” was all you can reply, too affected by how your shoulders and elbows are bumping against each other underneath the umbrella to say more. Were you imagining the reluctance in his fingers when he let go of your waist just now? You shiver at the thought. It can’t be.

Namjoon sees it and thinks you’re cold, the wind picking up speed now. He wonders if he should take off his suit jacket and drape it around you temporarily; at least until you get to the shelter of the shop. But then his jacket would smell like you and he’s not sure if he would be able to concentrate for the rest of the day after that.

His own instinct for survival kicks in and overtakes his heart. No, his jacket stays on.

“Glad I went out to get a coffee earlier or I wouldn’t have seen you.” He’s trying to explain why he’s here, beside you; trying to hide the fact that he saw your lithe figure struggling up the hill, and how he worried when he spied you without an umbrella.

He can’t believe he’s lying.

So he doesn’t say anymore, just gives you his arm to hold while you negotiate the slippery sidewalk. It’s wiser than holding you; letting go of you for the second time would prove to be difficult.

You’re quiet, rendered blind by your rapidly fogging up glasses, deaf by the drumming of raindrops, mute by the closeness of his presence, and crippled by your stupid, stupid shoes.

But you can smell, and you can feel.

And, dear reader, he smells amazing. Like strength and trust. And somehow, it makes you feel quite, quite safe.

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Inside the shop, he grabs a towel from the back and gives it to you. You murmur a word of thanks as you quickly fumble open your satchel to take out a sketchbook, groaning when you see that the rain has soaked through the pages of the book. You try to dab away the damp pages with the towel, but the water damage is already extensive.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim, could I lay these out on the counter? I know they don’t look like much, just pencil sketches really, but I hope I could dry out each page before they stick to each other. It’s just—I spent so many hours on—"

“Go on.” It amuses him that you didn’t even bother to dry your dripping hair, nor the soaked dress wrapped around your body.

You carefully take out each sketch and lay it across the glossy surface, every art piece precious, every penciled stroke so intimately a part of you that you know its when, where, and why.

It feels like you’re laying bare yourself to a stranger. You wish he weren’t here, wish his prying eyes weren’t raking over the drawings.

But for the sake of your sketches, you soldier on, murmuring an apology to each naked sketch, unpainted and unfinished, as you thrust it on the cold glass of the counter.

Namjoon loses count of exactly how many drawings there are, every picture inviting him to see the world through your eyes.

The ladybird, quiet and brooding with the weight of the world on her shoulders as she considers a leaf.

The field of daffodils like a class of eager children waving their stretched hands to answer an easy question from the sun.

“When do you find time to draw?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the sketches, moving slowly along the counter to admire each one. He knows if he looks at you, he might do something fucking stupid after catching a glimpse of your body under the sheer, translucent dress.

“Here and there. Sometimes after I finish dusting here at the shop. Sometimes when I go home. Or even on the bus.”

He senses your apprehension with the last pages of your sketchbook that you’re clutching to your bosom. “Don’t hide them from me. They’re beautiful,” he says gesturing to the rest of your pictures. “Let me see, please.”

At his request, you offer the last two pieces to him. His gaze is intense as he zeroes in on the clever curve of the leopard’s tail on your paper. He stares at it, instantly recognizing his own steely gaze in the big cat, the signature scowl on the left side of his jaw drawn to perfection.

And then, there’s the picture of the fig tree—its trunk, leaf, and flower etched as if by the hand of god. Lost in his thoughts, he’s clutching on the two sketches a little too tightly than you like.

“Mr Kim. Mr. Kim. Um, could I have it back please?” Any moment now and he might tear it. It might be just a sketch but it’s still a piece of work that you treasure.

He snaps back to reality and finally notices his fingers are almost ready to crumple the flimsy paper bearing your sketch. “Shit. I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he apologizes. “Here. Don’t stop drawing. They’re perfect. Just, uh… don’t stop. I’ll be in my office. Let me know when my ten o’clock arrives.”

You nod quietly, glad to have some time to clean up and get dry, but also a little puzzled as to what came over your boss.

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Namjoon bursts out into his office, glad to sink into his chair, comforted by the familiarity of his desk and surrounded by his array of pipettes, testing strips, glass bottles, and vials. They are uncomplicated things, precise and emotionless. Dependable. Predictable.

For a cat hybrid, he is more a lone wolf than anything, preferring the solace of his own company, the solitude of his thoughts. The memories of his dad had almost suffocated him out there on the shop floor. Emotions are not his forte.

The picture you drew ushered the smell of figs to him, bringing him back immediately to that fateful evening where a plate of freshly cut figs lay ignored on his father’s mahogany desk.

“Son, it’s time to stop the fucking around and take your place in the company.”

“I’m sorry, but my answer is still no. It’s just not me. I can’t report to a dozen board members, to thousands of shareholders.” And most of all, if he cared to admit it, he couldn’t report to his overbearing father.

When will his father ever understand he prefers the calm of sandalwood to the clamor of the boardroom? That he loves the complexities of jasmine, and fucking hates the backstabbing in the corporate world? Even with his fancy Sloan School MBA which his father had insisted on, his interests surely lie more in perfume than price projections for the quarterly report.

“Namjoon, walk out of here and you will amount to nothing. You hear? Nothing. Your duty is here. Your legacy is here. Your future is here. I’ve planned it out for you. It’s yours for the taking. Stay here. Stay home.”

He remembers how he took the house key out of his pocket and placed it next to the plate of figs. How he felt free when he turned and started for the doors. His dad did not follow him nor call after him, but it was the scent of fig which pursued him, saturating his pores, tempting him to walk out of paradise with shame and regret like the first sinner in the family.

But no, he had stalked out of there, head held high, finally a master of his own destiny.

Namjoon wishes he didn’t have to revisit these memories brought on by your drawings. But oh god—your drawings.

Who knew his pretty little assistant could draw so well?

Your style is a little raw, a little wild; unrestrained yes, but also, lively. He’s intrigued. He wants to find out more—because, he tells himself, because, he’s an art collector. His interests are purely business.

Really.

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The next day you arrive at the store to set up for the day’s clients when you notice a stack of Strathmore sketch pads of thick, heavy paper and Caran D'ache sketch pencils wrapped in satin blue ribbon. Written simply on the card, were the words Don’t stop.

It looks expensive as hell and you know it’s meant for you, but there’s no way you can accept it. Better your one-dollar pencil on recycled paper than a debt owed to a hybrid family you cannot repay.

And so you leave it at the corner of the glass counter, its shiny mirrored surface mocking you for your prudishness for not accepting his gift every time you glance in that direction.

Oh but fuck, how your hands itch to test the glide of smooth graphite on the cream of the paper. You know you cannot. You know you must not. Your mama has taught you never to be indebted to anyone or anything. There’s danger written all over that gift. The sample vial of perfume was different. That was something he would have thrown away. But this—this is different.

With a sigh, you take out the polishing cloth, determined to finally deep-clean his desk and office chair before he comes in. He’s usually in by this time, already hard at work in his private office. It’s a good thing you can give it a go today.

Mixed in the grain of the dark, rich leather chair, you catch a whiff of his scent. It smells of power, tempered with a softness you’re surprised to detect. You can’t help but press your nose into its plush cushioned back a little more.

It reminds you a little of the sweetness of hay mixed with the musk of the stable horses on your grandparents’ farm. You rub the polishing cloth all over the leather chair, dreaming of those carefree days. How good it felt to go barefoot in the soft earth, dandelions spread across the carpet of grass like rich, yellow butter.

Next, his black mirrored desk.

You use the special glass polish for this, making sure not to smudge the desk with your fingers.

The mirrored surface is unforgiving, and you see the tiny scar above your lip, the one the bully gave you at the playground (for which you returned a black eye) when you were six.

And there there’s your non-hybrid eyes, looking entirely plain, and completely uninteresting. You sigh. If only to be born a hybrid. Imagine the riches, the privilege, the—

you catch his eyes in the mirror of the desk.

“Mr. Kim!” you gasp, “Shit, you scared me!”

“Sorry. Didn’t expect you here. You’re usually out at the front,” he says.

“I—I just wanted to give it a clean,” you say. “I apologize—”

“No, it's fine. I’ll just head out and come back later—” he says.

“I’m actually done here,” you offer.

“Great. Thanks.” He watches as you gather the cleaning supplies and leave, his gaze never intrusive, but never leaving your retreating form.

“About the pencils and paper—” he begins.

“I’m sorry, I can’t accept such a gift,” you apologize.

“Well, what if I say, I want you to draw whatever inspires you in the shop and we can consider which ones to put around the shop or use as graphics for new labels for the perfumes?”

He senses your hesitation, so he ploughs on, “I’ll put it in your job description so it’s not like you’ll have a choice.”

Draw? As part of your job?

“Mr. Kim. I may be a poor employee, but I always have a choice,” you say quietly.

He takes a moment to savor the shape of your words and their quiet dignity. “Well damn. I apologize for being out of line. I hope by now, you know you are anything but a poor employee to me.”

He doesn’t know what the hell he means by that. It just slipped out. “Just… do whatever you wish. You should know by now that I trust you. If the daily duties are done, you’re free to use the time as you see fit.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim. I appreciate it.”

“For the hundredth time, it’s Namjoon.”

“Certainly, Mr. Kim,” you say, the corners of your mouth lifting into a wry smile. You’ve never called him Namjoon and never will. He should know that by now.

He smiles back, genuinely, dimples winking as he breaks into a little laugh.

The tension subsides between the both of you and somehow the air in the shop feels a little lighter than before.

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Soon after, you begin to realize that you have less to do in the day. The perfume oils for sampling by each day’s clients are already decanted into the little vials when you arrive for work. And then, the black marble floors seem to look effortlessly clean. Plus little corners of the shop shelves seem to have had a dusting before you could get to it.

All of a sudden, you have so much more time to spend on your drawings (though you’re still not using any of the art materials he bought).

What the hell is going on?

You have a theory, and to test it, you decide to deliberately leave your scarf behind when you head out of the shop after work.

Twenty minutes later, you return to the shop. Through the glass windows, you spy the back outline of his form, mopping the floor as elegantly as a leopard hybrid would.

You hurry to unlock the door with your key and step onto the shop floor.

“Mr. Kim. What are you doing?” you ask, voice trembling. “Did I not do a good job?”

He turns to face you and actually looks guilty.

“No. No. I, uh, I just wasn’t hungry for dinner yet, so I thought I’d work on the floor,” he says. For all the confidence he exudes, he looks like a little schoolboy right now, hand caught in the cookie jar.

“You’re not very good at lying,” you say quietly. “Are you doing this so I have time to draw?”

Kim Namjoon wishes he doesn’t have to answer this but you’re staring at him and staring at him and suddenly he feels a little weak. “So, why are you back?” he asks, hoping to gain back some control over the rapid unravelling of the evening.

“I—I, ah, forgot my scarf.” God, that sounded pathetic.

“You’re not that convincing either,” he muses.

And then you’re looking at him and he’s gazing at you, and you wait for words that always come so easily to you but none arrive.

“Listen. It’s getting late. I know this little cafe two streets over. Do you...”

“Mr. Kim.” God. Why do you sound so needy? With great difficulty, you pluck the words one by one from your mind instead of letting them flow from your heart. “You’re right. It’s late. I—I better go.”

You turn quickly to go before you stop yourself. Any moment longer and you might actually say something stupid.

As you step out into the cold, you remind yourself that he’s part of the hybrid ruling class. Hybrids that look at you scornfully when they walk in. Hybrids that speak to you like you’re stupid. Hybrids that use a sanitizing wipe for their hands after you hand them their bottle of bespoke fragrance.

And lest you forget: you’re not his type.

He’d said so himself.

Didn’t he?

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After a while you get used to sketching and slowly move on to watercolors when it gets quiet at the shop, drawing inspiration from the scents around. The oud smells of longing, the geranium of innocence and wonder, ambergris reminds you of regret, while the coriander reminds you of mayhem and mischief.

Namjoon sees how the lines on your sketches are bolder, stronger. Your play with the color palette has become more adventurous, brushstrokes surer than before.

Just earlier today, he complimented you on the color blending, said your little painting reminded him of Sargent’s work. You blushed, proud that the wet washes and sponging you used caught his attention in the best way possible.

When you return to the shop, you’re surprised to hear an unfamiliar male voice coming from his office, the door uncharacteristically open.

“Namjoon, don’t you think it’s time to end this charade of yours? You are our only son. Come home and do the right thing.”

“Come home to marry someone I haven’t even met? For the sake of the family company? Like I’m part of a business deal? I’m done with that shit.”

“Is there someone else?”

“I’m not going to even answer that question.”

“So there is someone. She better be a hybrid. You’re going to regret this. What will this shop amount to? Nothing. What will you, on your own, amount to? Nothing. But come home and I guarantee you will have everything you want.”

“Everything I want? You can’t even give me the one thing I need.”

You know you should not eavesdrop. That this is a private matter between your boss and his father. You’re just about to turn around to leave when the elder Mr. Kim steps out of the office and saunters to the front doors, pointedly ignoring you.

When he finally reaches the entrance, he turns and gives you a disdainful once-over which makes you feel uncomfortable as hell. You feel like a piece of meat he’s inspecting, one he finds terribly lacking. But, still he waits. Then you understand he’s not going to open the doors himself to exit the shop.

In an exaggerated show of duty, you rush there and hold the door open, bowing deeply as he makes his departure.

“Asshole,” you mutter under your breath, making sure he hears you before you quickly close and lock the door behind him. The elder Kim looks back and glares through the glass panel. You return the glare with an indifferent shrug only to turn around and bump right into your boss.

“I heard that.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim, I couldn’t resist.” You’re not sure if you’re truly sorry, but it just felt like the polite thing to say to your boss after he catches you swearing at his own father.

“I was never good enough for him, you know,” he says quietly. “I went to the best schools, topped the class, graduated with summas, but still, he was never satisfied. And when I took over operations and turned it around, it was still not good enough. I had to walk away.”

There’s a glimmer of hurt in his eyes, a little catch in his throat. You wonder if you could comfort him with a hug. Whether his chin might press on the top of your head. Would you pull away first or would he?

He, surely. He’ll never see anything in you.

“Sometimes, walking away is the best thing we can do ourselves.” You’re about to reach for his arm to give a short, comforting squeeze but you decide against it at the last second, bringing your hand up awkwardly to smooth your hair.

Namjoon noticed how your hand lingered for a split second over his and swallows hard, not knowing why he even held his breath.

“You share the same name, Mr. Kim. But—but your heart is different. You’re not him.” It’s hard for you to walk away, yet you must.

As he watches the back of your silhouette disappear into the stockroom, he wishes he had the courage to ask you to stay to talk, just for a while. He wants you to reassure him again.

But he’s been a loner for so long that those words can’t come to him anymore.

At night, in the darkness of his shop, he sits alone in his office chair and weeps.

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It’s 8 p.m., closing time, and you’re rearranging the last row of crystal flasks of perfume when the door flings open violently, a gust of cold air blowing into the warmth of the darkened shop.

“Where is he?” the icy voice demands.

You recognize the face. A newish client, she’s absurdly beautiful, golden eyes, long-limbed, and perky in all the right places except in her demeanor. You remember how she was late for her own appointment and was extra demanding. Bitch would be completely inappropriate since she is a cat hybrid.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. We’re closed now. Could I pencil you for an appointment with Mr. Kim tomorrow?” You keep your voice low, respectful.

“I want to see him. Now.” She strides towards his office at the back of the shop. You hurry to keep her from barging into his office.

“I’m so sorry. He’s not available at the moment. Perhaps I could offer some assistance?”

She looks you up and down with disdain. “And what do you think you can offer me?” quiet scorn dripping over each word.

“I am his assistant. Mr. Kim has deemed me fit to assist you,” you say, just as quiet, just as lethal. She backs you into the door of his office, eyes flashing with anger. Like hell you’ll give in to this self-entitled hybrid trash.

“I know what people like you want.” She reaches into her bag and pinches out a crisp fifty thousand won note between her delicate fingers, perfectly manicured. “You’re all the same.” Sliding the corner of the note to your cheek, she snaps it, each lightning quick thwack eager to remind you of your poverty. “I want. your. boss.”

“That’s enough,” his voice, dark and thick, slices in. The heat of his body is suddenly behind you, and you feel a measure of comfort that he’s now here.

“Namjoon—” she purrs, a smile, sweet and sickening, consumes her entire face.

“It’s Mr. Kim,” he says.

“Namjoon, this… this thing—" she points at you “—said you weren’t available. But you prrromised I can come to you anytime.”

“It’s Mr. Kim, and yes, anytime within office hours. Unfortunately, office hours are over, as are my services for you from now on.”

“My, my. So prrrrrotective over a little staff?”

“Out. Now.”

The tight clench of his jaw is unmistakable.

“Jooooonieeee, you know I didn’t mean it. I can play nice,” she purrs, suddenly playful.

“Out,” he says, resolute.

“It’s true then,” she smirks with a triumphant smile. “Daddy says your father told everyone this shop won’t amount to anything. That you won’t amount to anything. That you never know a good deal even if it were right in front of you.” She sighs airily, “Pity. I did like those samples.”

“I’m glad you did. You sure took enough,” you retort.

She turns to you, glaring. “Pity about the face.” With lighting reflexes, she raises her hand and scratches the side of your cheek with a single, freshly manicured nail.

The sting of her nail barely registers as you start to throw a punch back at her, but suddenly remembering your own dignity, you thought better of it, lowering your fist as fast as you raised it. It’s not worth it. She’s not worth it.

“OUT.” The snarl he emits reverberates within the shop and she flinches. Actually flinches.

Slinking off, she saunters toward the door, swaying her hips, pert nose in the air, sure that he’s watching her. “Get her trained prrrroperly,” she announces before slamming the door behind.

Namjoon turns to look at you.

You’re burning with anger, shame, disgusted with her and with yourself. You’ve never raised your hand against someone after the playground incident so many years ago. Today, you'd almost lost control.

A single drop of crimson slides down your cheek.

“Fuck. She hurt you,” he murmurs as he cups your cheek.

“I’m okay. Really.” You’re flustered by his tenderness, suddenly so close to him.

With something that can only be blamed on animal instinct, he leans into you, and licks up the side of your cheek, catching the bead of blood on the tip of his tongue.

He feels warm, wet, and just the tiniest bit rough and you moan on reflex, tilting your head back, not knowing why or how as you bare the smooth expanse of your neck to him.

“Mr. K—Kim.”

Namjoon does not hesitate often. But he does for a split second. “It’s Namjoon. It’s always Namjoon with you.” He’s breathing so hard, nostrils flaring from effort to not devour you completely. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Oh shit. This is just like in a fanfic.

You take a deep breath and say the word which dances across your dreams at night, the name which you forbid yourself to say in the day. “Namjoon.”

He’s no longer Mr. Kim. He’s Namjoon to your Y/N. Everything in him is fully awake, completely alert. He leans in and licks the little cut on your cheek again, but this time, he doesn’t just stop there. This time, he continues to trail his tongue down the curve of your jaw, and up the other side. “Need you,” he whispers by your ear, arms curling lightly around your shoulder to anchor his hands that want to run all over your body.

You tell yourself you don’t need him; no, not the way he needs you. You only want him. And wants come and go. Wants don’t always get fulfilled. You of all people should know that by now. Today, you’ll have your fill. And that’s enough.

“Just for today,” you whisper. “Only today.” You repeat it again, for yourself, because there won’t be a tomorrow of this anymore. There’s no way he would need you again.

“Only today,” he echoes, lying to you and to himself.

He licks your earlobe, sending thrills across your spine, teeth nipping lightly against your skin. He’s eager to mark you, the leopard instincts from his hybrid heritage returning in full force. He noses your clothed shoulder, fingers deftly working off the buttons on the front of your prim, starched shirt.

Feeling shy, you're sure that you can’t compete with the models he must have dated. Clutching tightly to the two open halves of your shirt, you’re afraid to disappoint him.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful. Let me see, please.”

With shaky fingers you let the halves of your shirt part, revealing the curves of your breasts to him.

Beautiful. Slowly, he lifts your chin with a finger. “Look at me.”

You’ve always shied away from meeting his gaze straight on, always wary that you hunger for more than just the touch of his eyes.

But now, at the command of his voice, you can only obey.

“You're beautiful. And you're strong, stronger than anyone I know. You’re strong for me. And—" Namjoon swallows. Growing up, his father had always stressed the Kim motto: Always First. Always Strong. Always Right.

“—and I’m weak for you,” he finishes, the realization finally out in the open.

“Just for today,” you remind him, trying to blink back tears. “Be weak for me. Only today.” It’s better this way, with no hope of tomorrow to disappoint.

Namjoon knows he will be weak for you today and tomorrow and every day after. He takes you to his desk, the place he finds himself daily, because he knows he’s going to want to remember this every fucking day for the rest of his life.

Gently, he sits you on the mirrored surface, marking the curve of your shoulder with his kisses as he eases off your shirt. Laving at your skin, he nips against your collarbone, trailing his tongue lower and lower to your covered breasts, easing the cup of your bra to the side as he licks the soft, full flesh there. “Can’t stop tasting you,” he murmurs against your skin.

He inhales the scent between the valley of your breasts, trapping his nose between the smooth curves of silky skin as he draws a low moan from you. Fingers roaming your back, he unhooks your bra to tongue gently at your nipples. You press his head closer, arching your back towards him, wanting more of his mouth on the tight, tender flesh. He complies, and angles you back a little more, crying out with pleasure each time you feel the gentle scrape of his teeth on your breast.

“Feels so good. Oh god.” Panting with want and lust, you plead, “Let me touch you too.”

“Go on then. Touch me.” Namjoon steels himself not to move as you explore him, fingers outlining the sides of his face, his jawline that’s so familiar by sight, yet strangely unfamiliar by touch. You’re wondering if he feels this hard, this strong everywhere.

Seared by the heat of your hand cradling his face, Namjoon noses the inside of your wrist immediately. He wants to breathe this in too. Wants the scent from your wrist all over his body, your fingers everywhere on his skin.

But your fingers are already going over each button, helping him shrug off his shirt, tracing the faintest of leopard markings under the skin of his torso. It’s a mesmerizing pattern. You brush your fingers over his pecs, around the dusky disc of his nipples, down the line of his abs.

Your artist’s eye sees his beautiful, sleek proportions, heavy with muscle and sinew.

Uncertainly, your fingers hover over his belt, the dark bulge of his pants a strangely erotic sight. There’s no turning back once you go there.

“Don’t you stop now,” he whispers. “Don’t give up on me.”

His words give you the confidence to continue. When you finally undress him, pants and boxers pooling around his feet, you’re overwhelmed at his naked vulnerability. “Should I—Can I?” you ask.

Namjoon almost chokes at the way you stare at him with innocent wonder. “Just use your instincts. Just feel.” All other words are impossible the moment you wrap your fingers around his flesh. He braces his hands against the desk on either side of you lest he comes apart too soon, allowing you full access to explore him. He grunts tightly as you stroke him, circling the sensitive opening at the tip.

Instinct says taste. You drop down to your knees. Palming his throbbing length, you lick the liquid beading around the head of his flesh.

“What are you doing?” His fingernails are digging desperately into the unforgiving surface of the glass desk, but there is no relief to be found. “Oh god. Please. Please, take me in.” He remembers how he’d found you kneeling before his chair, putting your nose in the leather as you cleaned it, how for a fleeting moment, he’d pictured you just like this, rosebud lips wrapped around his cock.

On your knees, you feel powerful, making this man speechless and wordless; your tongue, throat, and hollowed cheeks rendering him breathless with desire.

His large hand is warm and soft against your face as you slide his length into your mouth again and again. “No more,” he gasps, “not for our first time.”

Supporting you in his arms, he pulls you up to meet his gaze and you swear his hooded eyes flash a brighter yellow for just a second.

“Am... am I doing something wrong?”

Bringing his lips right against yours, he confesses quietly, “I am. I’m doing everything wrong.” With slow brushes of his lower lip between yours, he urges yours apart. “I shouldn’t kiss you,” he whispers as he traces the curve of your lips with his tongue. “But I am.” The kiss is long and languorous. He takes his time, lets you explore him, noses bumping as you taste him and he drinks you.

“Shouldn’t undress you.” He reaches for the back button of your skirt, and unzips you, easing the material down. Unhooking the bra to let it fall off softly, he fingers the waistband of your panties, eyes questioning if it’s okay. Silently, you place your hand over his to slide it down your thighs. “But I am,” he says, eyes trailing down your entire naked expanse.

“Most of all, I shouldn’t fuck you here at my desk. But—”

“But I want you to.” Pressing your naked flesh against his, you curl your arms around his neck, face hiding in his chest in your desperation. “I want you to.”

This time, there’s no more rain to give him an excuse to hold you, no more umbrella to pretend he wants you close. He pulls you into him; moulding you to him, melding him into you. With flesh against flesh, there’s no denying now the liquid heat between your legs. “You’re so wet. How is it you want me? A man who will not amount to anything?”

It’s there again. The hurt. Unlike the cut on your face, his wound is much, much deeper. “That’s him. That’s not you.” Still pulled flushed against him, you place your palm over his pounding heart. “You’re different. Here.”

Namjoon shuts his eyes at your words. “Say that again.”

“You’re different from him.”

He is not his father.

A great relief washes over him. It’s something he couldn't say to himself until you said it. He is not his father. He is not his father. He is not his father!

He kisses the top of your head, grateful for the day you stumbled into his shop, grateful that you want him like this. The fragrance he cannot have enough of fills his senses. There’s ylang ylang. There’s jasmine. A hint of bergamot. He inhales deeply, sighing, “How are you so good for me?” Sliding one hand down your thigh, he lifts it up to his hip so that you feel the hardness of his cock against you. “Let me be good for you.”

“Please. Please don’t let me wait anymore.” A dull ache throbs within you, and the searing of his skin against yours has steadily pooled arousal in the apex of your thighs.

“I won’t let you wait. I’ve waited long enough. Turn around.” Reluctantly, he unhooks your leg from him and stands behind you. “We are going to do this the proper way.”

Bracing a strong arm around your waist, he bends you over his mirrored desk, your nipples hardening even more when they brush across the cool surface of his desk. “So sensitive,” he whispers against the back of your neck, “I saw that.”

A shower of sparks shoot down your spine as he kisses the back of your neck, the other hand fondling over your breasts; the front of your body on full display in your reflection. You lean your head into him, writhing at every slow lick and hot breath and soft kiss on your neck.

His hands dip between your legs, easing them apart. “Let me prep you. I bet you’re so tight, bet I can’t even put in a finger.” He’s probably right. You know you’re wet, embarrassingly so, but it’s been so long since you’d been with someone else.

“N-Namjoon, please go slow. It’s—it’s been a while.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. Never. Can you trust me?”

You nod, too overtaken by the sensations of his fingers playing along your folds to speak.

“Just use your instincts,” he murmurs again into the shell of your ear.

Instinct says to feel.

With teasing fingers, he continues to draw low whimpers from you, before he goes on to circle your clit gently. Sliding a finger in, he feels you shudder. “Easy there. Breathe for me.” He feels your legs clamping around his fingers like a vise, the tremors beneath your skin as your breath gets shorter and harder.

You’re dripping a little now, making a mess between your legs. It’s getting harder to stand as he hooks two fingers into you, rubbing softly. “Oh my god.”

“You getting there?”

“Y-yeah. Hold me. Hold me.”

Namjoon feels a surge of pride that he gets to hear you like this, gets to feel you come apart just from his fingers. “I’ve got you. Let go.”

The orgasm blooms through you—shakes you at your core, curls your toes—as you arch back into him. He’s as good as his promise, lending you his strength, supporting you completely as you fall into him.

He takes the opportunity to nuzzle into your hair again, alternating with kissing you along the nape of your neck, and catching a whiff of your scent behind your ear. “Can’t stop smelling you.”

Flushed and euphoric from your high, you don’t stop yourself from asking, “Tell me… tell me what do I smell like?” Your gaze shyly meets his in the reflection of the mirrored surface.

With his nose pressed behind your ear, the answer is clear to him. “Home,” he breathes, “You smell like home.”

His answer shouldn’t make you cry. But it does. “Then make your home in me,” you whisper. “Just today.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He nudges your legs apart with a muscled thigh, groaning with satisfaction as he feels you wet arousal on him. “Coming in,” he murmurs, angling you lower so he can help you adjust to the intrusion of his cock into your core. You gasp at how thick and hot he is, how just a little bit of him inside you already feels so good.

“Goddamn. You’re tight.” He groans as he tells himself to slow down. He’s not going to rush this if he can help it. Breathing hard, he waits for you to accommodate him, stroking your back lightly and then your hips to reassure you.

You want more, and you push back tentatively, longing to feel completely full of him, but a little fearful if you can take a hybrid without falling apart. Grimacing at the inviting way you slide your ass backward into him, he thrusts shallowly, a gentle finger on your clit, coaxing you to take more of him.

Instinct says to meet him.

This time, you slide back to meet his thrusts, delighting in his thick girth filling you. “Feels good. So good,” you sigh.

Namjoon sees you’re ready and doesn’t hold back anymore. “You’re wrong. Nobody goes home for just one day,” he says with ragged breath against your ear as he surges fully into you. “They go home every day.” He pulls himself back a little, feeling the tightness of your slick walls squeezing around him to stop him from pulling out completely.

Shielding your entire back with his own body, he thrusts in once more, eager to bury himself inside your warmth. Bringing his face next to yours from behind, he says it again, “Every day.”

“Every day,” you whimper back.

He loves seeing your face in the mirrored reflection, how it twists with yearning when he’s all the way inside you. He relishes the arch of your neck into him, sweet mouth open and moaning for him at every thrust, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” you cry. “Don’t stop, don’t stop dontstopdontstop.”

The words from him are now echoed back into his ears. Namjoon doesn’t stop. He won’t. He can’t. Thrusting into you, he feels a surge of power ripping through him. He wants to give you all his strength, wants to take all your softness for himself.

In the quiet of his office, your combined moans reverberate around the stark walls, the rhythmic push and pull of your bodies are the only other sounds that fill your senses as you focus on offering yourself to him.

“Look at me when I come,” he commands, his chin pressing on your shoulder. “Open your eyes, and see what you do to me.”

You open your eyes, and can hardly recognize yourself in the reflection on his desk. The little scar on your lip, the wound from just now, the plain face that you’ve always wished were more exotic are all inconsequential. There’s tenderness in the way he looks at you, a softness and desperation no one has ever looked at you with.

“Namjoon.” You feel a little pathetic at how much you want him, at how good his name feels on your tongue. You whisper it again because tomorrow, he’ll be Mr. Kim once more.

“I’m close. So close,” he moans now, dying to hold on this feeling as long as he can. He pants with effort as he fights to keep his thrusts slow and long and hard, before his instincts take over and he loses control. When you clench harder around him, meeting his eyes in your combined reflection, Namjoon feels a last surge of raw need rip through him, and he comes with a low roar, hips stuttering wildly into you.

You feel the hot spurt of his seed inside you, his deep groan of satisfaction thrilling you immensely. He’s kissing the back of your neck, across your shoulders, hands lazily playing with the globes of your breasts. He’s quiet as he pulls out, enjoying the sight of his cum and yours leaking down the inside of your thighs.

“You’re wonderful. Want you again,” he teases your earlobe, nuzzling the plump flesh there.

“Now?”

“Not now,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. But only if you do. Are you sore?”

How can I, when I’m wrapped under you? No, not today. Tomorrow, my heart will be.

“No. Not at all.” You’re strong. And greedy. You want him as much as he will want you today.

“Let’s go back to my place. I want to wake up next to you tomorrow.”

You feel vulnerable because god, you want it too. But if he wants tomorrow with you, you have to ask. “When your father asked you… if there’s someone else, and you didn’t answer him…”

“It’s none of his business,” he replies curtly. “But it is yours.” Taking a deep breath, he tells you the truth, “Because there’s been no one else. Not for a long while. And when you walked in that day with those flowers, there couldn’t be anyone else.”

And so, dear reader, there was tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after the day after tomorrow.

And of course, you broke all your rules about hybrids because you still worked with him after you were made partner. And you went on many, many dates with him. And you fucked him many, many, many times.

But you’re okay with it.

After all, your Dad had also said:

Rules are meant to be broken.

~The End~

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Posted on June 30, 2021 by sahmfanficbts. All Rights Reserved © 2021 @sahmfanficbts. Please do not translate, post or upload this content on to any platform including YouTube without permission. This is a work of fiction.

Author's Note:

Dear reader,

How are you?

According to my therapist, one important thing fathers and parents can do for their children is to help them believe a) You are loved and are worthy of love. b) You are capable - you have what it takes!

My own father was too busy to help me with these things. I grew up constantly insecure, seeking affirmation and love with many different people and relationships, in many different avenues and endeavors, made many, many stupid decisions in the process just because I was craving and craving and craving.

Today, I've found genuine friends who, every day, in various ways, affirm these truths for me, as I also try to do for them.

And while some days, I can only see the broken, needy parts inside; more and more, I see parts of me which are healing and mending slowly but surely with these friends.

This Father's Day, whether you grew up with a father or parent who was good and kind and true, or someone entirely different, I hope you believe that you are worthy of love, and you have what it takes.

Truly,

Sam.

P/S if you haven't, pls check out the samsung parfumerie ad. Jimin and Namjoon are.... chef's kiss

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esse tuus | pjm

esse tuus (latin) ↳ translation: to be yours

synopsis: You’ve been plagued by dreams of your boss ever since you started working for him to the point where you’re unable to “play” with anybody else. Frustration and possible lack of sleep has you feeling lethargic, to a point where you find yourself falling asleep at work, but little do you know that someone is behind it all.

part of the dulce somnii universe.

pairing: jimin x reader

wc: 9.8k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | incubus, office au, f2l | S, F

warnings: minor descriptions of injury, oral (f. receiving), fingering, heaps of feelings, orgasm denial/delay, sex dreams? name-calling, degradation, praise kink

lil note: happy birthday jimin <3 and happy halloween!

listening to: serendipity

m.list | ao3

The night sky only darkens with the evidence of rain. With most of its denizens asleep, the city winds down quietly while it waits for the storm to pass. Two men stand in the middle of the downpour, two sets of eyes staring at the same window – the third-floor apartment belonging to a woman, the only one awake in the otherwise quiet night. They’re silent, waiting with bated breath for the lights to turn off, so that no one could listen into their conversation, despite them surrounded by a powerful aura that shrouds their identities while wicking away the rain to keep their coats dry. As they say, you can’t be too careful when the walls have ears.

When the final inhabitant of the city surrenders to the call of sleep, their conversation begins.

“That’s her.” It isn’t a question, but Jimin nods in confirmation. “How long?” his companion asks, his deep voice clear despite the thundering stampede of rain colliding with the asphalt around them.

“Ever since I’ve known her,” Jimin replies wistfully. “Five years now.”

“I mean, aren’t you the same way? Isn’t that why you haven’t changed your form in nearly two years now?” he questions his tall companion curiously. “Surely that girl you were toying with is under your control by now, right? Why not move on to a different target, Tae?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer him immediately, the glare he throws at Jimin a sufficient reply. “It’s different,” he sighs after a heartbeat. “I don’t love her; I just need her to feed – to survive.”

“Bullshit,” Jimin counters with a roll of his eyes. “Pretend all you want, but you can’t fool me. I know the way you talk about her when you’re drunk.”

“It’s different,” Taehyung insists with a growl. Seizing Jimin’s shoulders, Taehyung’s golden eyes glint with irritation under the dim streetlight. “Because I’m not willing to give up my life for her… Unlike you,” he spits as he shakes his head. “I want you to think carefully about this. Are you sure you’re willing to give up your immortality, and eventually your powers, for a mere mortal?”

Jimin laughs, loud enough that it would normally wake everyone in the neighbourhood, but his powers have given him a gift of anonymity, so the sound is merely carried away by the wind. Instead of staring into the gilded eyes of his friend that mirrors the storm around them, he looks up at the darkened room again.

With a graceful smile, he peels Taehyung’s hands away from his shoulders before turning away to leave, away from this dreaded weather. Indifferent about whether Taehyung could hear him, Jimin’s ruby eyes twinkle as he grins, “Oh, I have never been surer.”

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You’re not sure when the dreams started, but it was shortly after you started working under the new CEO, Park Jimin. They weren’t so frequent before, maybe happening about once or twice every couple of months with you recollecting bits and pieces come morning. Now, not only were the dreams occurring nightly, you’re left with an uncomfortable mess in the morning – made evident by the growing wet puddle soaking your sheets, but also the way you can no longer look at your boss without heat flaming your cheeks.

When you confide your issue with a good friend of yours, she only gave you a weird look, telling you that the dreams were attributed to the fact that: (a) your boss is fine as hell; and (b) the stress that’s been accumulating with the mountain of tasks he’s assigned to you.

“If you want my opinion, I think you just need to get laid,” Jessie scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

Heeding her advice, you donned on your battle armour that consisted of a dark-red dress with a plunging neckline. You’ve been blessed that night with an array of beautiful men who vied for your attention, but even after deciding to go home with the mysterious soft-spoken one whose arm was covered in tattoos, you couldn’t go through with it.

It’s not that he was bad in bed either. The raven-haired boy had kissed you like there was no tomorrow, sending your nerves aflame as you reciprocated his passion. But, as you closed your eyes in pleasure when he laid you down on his bed, his visage was replaced by a certain blonde CEO. And the wonderful night that seemed so promising ended up with you apologizing profusely in embarrassment before speeding away from the mystery man’s apartment at 2am.

Rain has graced the earth more often lately, so by the time you reach your apartment in the outskirts of the city, you’re drenched, adding another tick of irritation to the already shitty night. After you finished towelling your hair dry, you decided that it’s time to sleep, and when you drifted into the abyssal darkness, you hoped that your dreams weren’t plagued by a familiar swoop of blonde hair.

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The room spins as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. There’s a hand on your shoulder that shakes you gently, but try as you might, the pounding in your head makes it impossible for you to keep your eyes open long enough to distinguish its owner.

“Breathe,” says a familiar voice. “It’ll go away if you just breathe.”

You do as the voice suggests, inhaling deeply while screwing your eyes shut, in hopes that it will drown out the ringing in your ears. Something soft glides across your eyelids and like magic, silence returns, a trusty companion.

Gingerly, you open an eye before wincing at the harsh fluorescent light. You blink a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the brightness before finding yourself in the file room of your office, with steel shelves stacked with various kinds of blue binders, each containing reports of the company’s financial burdens and achievements through the years.

And in front of you, tie askew and flushed in the face, is your boss; the one and only Park Jimin.

He has you pressed up against a file cabinet, caging your body between two strong arms, white sleeves rolled to the elbows. You notice the hint of ink on the corner of your eye – a 13 on his wrist. You open your mouth to ask him about its significance, only to close it back up when his face looms closer.

Before your brain has a chance to register what’s happening, Park Jimin kisses you.

He kisses you with urgency, but not with haste – undoing you with every sweep of his plush lips against yours.

Though it takes you a moment, you pull him closer by his tie, earning you the familiar quiet chuckle that speeds your heart rate, and you too, kiss him back with fervour. Even when the inches between your bodies fall to zero, you want him to be closer still. And when he parts, you feel the ache of being torn apart. Your hands fall to his chest, the desire to rip the buttons off his white dress-shirt grows stronger with every second that passes as you study the swell of his lips, wet with saliva, glinting in the light.

“Do it.”

It takes you a second to register his words, but when your brain deciphers his meaning, your hands tighten their grip, wrinkling the white cotton fabric. With a heavy inhale, you yank. The buttons don’t fly off and clatter to the ground like in movies, but your strength did cause a few to strain against their threads. You run your hands down the expanse of Jimin’s chest as he shivers under your touch. You look up to see a marvel stand before you; one where his eyes are closed, and pretty mouth slightly parted to accommodate his staccato breathing.

“Kiss me.” Your words seem to be carried away with the hum of air conditioning, but before you have a chance to repeat yourself, Jimin slams into you, tangling his hand in your hair to tighten the hold he has on your head.

The cabinet clatters as he pairs the kisses with a buck of his hips, dragging his clothed erection up to your core; and you moan, your voice foreign in your own ears. You beg him for more as his nose trails the column of your throat, your own impatient hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt.

“Patience, my dear,” Jimin chides playfully. He puts a stop to your unsuccessful efforts by claiming your hands, kissing the knuckles with a smirk. You’re left stricken when his eyes meet yours, hypnotized by the ruby irises that stare deep into your soul.

“Your eyes… Were they… always that colour?” you mumble with a tongue that weighs like lead, but the fog descends on your mind again, rendering you incapable of speech.

“Ah!” you screech. The sudden high-pitch ring returns to block your senses and you cover your ears tightly to try and shake it off. From the din, you hear Jimin call your name desperately, but the pain is too great, and soon, you’re unable to see as a bright light consumes your vision—

Until you sense the same gentle swipe against your closed lids and the searing pain disappears, as though you imagined it all. When you open your eyes again, Jimin’s frowning. You try to remember the last few moments before the pain, only to draw a blank. Have you done something to upset him?

“Are you okay?” There’s a thin sheen of sweat above his brows and you reach out to wipe it away with your sleeve.

“I am,” he whispers despite the obviously pained smile. “But what were you saying?”

“Hm? I only asked if you were okay, sir,” you say hesitantly. Jimin’s acting strangely, ruby irises scouring your face desperately for an answer, but you’re not sure you know the questions to the test he’s given you.

“You were about to say something about my eyes,” he says slowly, evenly, like he’s explaining something to a child.

Your brows furrow. “I was?”

Jimin nods.

“I… don’t remember,” you admit with a shake of your head. Blinking at him now, you wonder why you would make such a comment – if you did. There isn’t anything wrong with his eyes. They’re the usual ruby red, flashing brightly against the light… right?

Yet, you can’t shed the nagging tug, the insistent voice in your brain that’s telling you that something’s wrong, but just as the low throb begins again, Jimin smiles sweetly, like he always does, and you feel at ease. A gentle brush of his knuckles against your cheek silences the part of your brain that’s trying to rationalize everything.

And when his lips return to glide against yours, you don’t remember what it was you were worried about.

“Oh—” You gasp into the kiss as his hand trails shapes on the skin of your thighs. Jimin takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, swiping his tongue over your own. While you tangle your fingers in his hair, he hikes up your skirt and cups his hand over your pussy before he grinds your clit with the heel of his palm.

“Jimin—” Your fingers dig into his neck as you roll your hips into his hand. All of it is too little and too much, you’re unravelling too quickly – burning like a comet as you hurtle into his atmosphere.

Yet Jimin doesn’t stop, refuses to comply though you sob for his fingers; his cock; anything – to satiate the unbearable need to be filled. You claw at his arms, unable to fret over the long red lines you draw across the expanse of his skin. And just when you think you can no longer hang on, Jimin stops, a regretful smile on his face.

“What a shame. That’s all the time we have for now.”

---

“Holy shit!”

You’re up immediately, Jimin’s words still ringing in your ear. You swear you could still feel his hot breath against your skin, as though he was here the night before, but the absence of a warm body next to you signifies that last night was all but a dream.

Yet… it was so much more real than the ones prior.

Usually, you’d wake up recalling just the barest of details: Jimin’s lips curling into a smile or the way he’d coo your name as he draws patterns on your skin. But this time… you remembered everything; your mind highlighting every mole on his perfect porcelain face.

You wanted nothing more than to soothe the ache from between your legs but glancing at the wall clock on the opposite end of your bed suggests that you won’t have time to bring out Mr. Rabbit to play, considering that you have about 15 minutes to get ready before you miss the bus. With a regretful sigh, you left the warm comfort of your bed to brave the day.

---

“Good morning!”

Despite the enthusiastic chatter you’re engaging with your co-workers, you feel anything but. You’re still reeling from the dream, unable to stop recalling the way Jimin’s cool fingers brush against your blazing skin. You leave the pantry with a steaming cup of coffee and a heaving sigh before settling down to work.

Your calendar is full of reds and greens, indicating meetings that Jimin must attend and the ones you must attend with him respectively. A secretary to the CEO is a task that would normally require two people, but ever since your partner left, you’ve been left to work the pace of two people. Though Jimin has suggested that you hire a second person, you have refused, claiming that you’re saving the company resources since you’re capable of doing the tasks just fine on your own. Being so close to Jimin fills you with pride, especially knowing how much he relies on you to keep things running smoothly.

Fortunately, it also comes with you receiving a significant raise, much more than what you’d originally entered with. You have no doubt Jimin is to thank for that, having convinced the Chairman in a meeting to renegotiate the contract. Speaking of your boss, the time on the lower right corner of your screen indicates that he’s late – something that has never happened before in your five years of working together.

Just as your thumb hovers over the green call button, Jimin enters with a brilliant smile, greeting everyone and asking about their weekend. You’re almost annoyed at the way he nonchalantly enters through the door, acting like it doesn’t matter that he’s a few minutes late just because he’s the boss, but mostly because it isn’t fair that he’s doing just fine when you’re left stunned in your shoes; the memories of the dream lingering in the forefront of your mind when your gaze drops to his hands.

You snap to attention as he approaches, slipping on a mask of professionalism as you greet him. “Good morning, Mr. Park. You have a nine o’clock this morning and another one at eleven. Should I bring you the coffee now or in a little bit?”

As Jimin enters his office, he gives you a noncommittal hum, so you follow him inside and close the door behind you, sensing that there’s something in his mind.

“That skirt looks good on you,” he praises with a smile before settling in his desk.

You’re left momentarily speechless, surprised at the sudden compliment. You nod your head in thanks, one Jimin returns with another quirk of his lips. As you stand there in silence as he pulls up his laptop, you allow yourself to admire Jimin in the morning light.

You’d be remiss to say that he isn’t handsome. Everyone in the office, including yourself, may have pined for the young CEO’s attention once or twice since his arrival a few years ago, but you don’t delude yourself into thinking that the harmless banter between you was anything more than friendship. However, it’s moments like these, where he’d catch you off guard with his compliments, that has your heart thumping a little bit faster in response to his honeyed words.

He says your name with a chuckle. “Have I lost you already?” he smiles. You clear your throat and shake your head, stumbling out apologies for daydreaming at work, but Jimin only smiles wider, drumming his fingers on the oak table below.

“Please tell me if you’re not feeling well. Don’t make me worry,” he nags lightly.

You force a bright smile to hide your embarrassment. “I’m feeling just fine, Mr. Park. Better than ever,” you reassure him. “Sorry for spacing out, what were you saying?”

You catch the slight frown on his pouty lips and the strange shadow that flickers in his eyes, the obsidian melting into soft earth under the sun—

Wait a minute.

“Were your eyes always brown?” you blurt out, tilting your head to the side.

Jimin blinks in surprise, lips parted as he inhales sharply at your question. “I’m… sorry?” he mutters incredulously.

Silence.

There’s a creeping feeling of déjà vu as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from his. Something is amiss in this image in front of you, but you haven’t figured it out just yet.

Then, a chuckle, though it sounds strained and airy as Jimin breaks through your thoughts. “Of course, my eyes are brown. What other colours could they possibly be?”

An unpleasant fog descends on your mind, and you close your eyes momentarily to see if it’ll go away. When it doesn’t, your heart increases its speed instead, you offer him a pinched smile before turning to leave. You’re more tired than usual it seems, standing is starting to become impossible. You hope that a few hours of sitting at your desk would make you feel better.

“Right. Of course. My apologies, sir. Well, if you’ll excuse me…”

Just as you turn around to grab the handle of the door, your vision turns hazy, the images blurring together like remnants from your dreams. You try to blink through the fog, but the more you attempt to push through, the heavier your lids fall. Whatever Jimin is muttering is muffled in your ears, the language sounding foreign like he’s communicating underwater. When you turn around and see him stand, approaching your helpless swaying figure, he’s nothing more than a dark silhouette.

Before you descend into darkness, you think you saw a pair of ruby eyes and a voice, so full of regret, whispers in your ear.

“Sleep now, you’ll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”

---

When you finally blink awake, there’s a black jacket covering your body. It takes you a few seconds to register that you’re lying on a semi-familiar sectional, and you scramble to stand when you recognize the numerous awards decorating the wall in front of you.

The sun casts hues of oranges and yellow from the large window into Jimin’s office and you watch in horror as the door opens to reveal your boss walking inside with a mug in hand.

“Mr. Park! I…” You don’t have an excuse ready for what happened: how you dozed off on his couch for an entire workday.

Jimin holds up a hand to stop your floundering speech. Instead of fury, worry exists in the lines of his brows as he approaches your seated figure. “You should have told me that you weren’t feeling well,” he murmurs gently as he hands you the mug of steaming hot tea. “I’m sorry. I really should have hired a new partner for you when Soyoung quit.”

“N-No. Not at all. I’m sorry for making you worry.”

To your pleasant surprise, he smiles. “No, please. Don’t apologize. As your manager, I’m taking responsibility for going against the company policy. Your job is meant for two people, and though you’ve done a stellar job so far, this only proves that we need to hire someone else.”

Jimin wouldn’t dig at your work ethic like that, you know it better than anyone that it wasn’t what he meant, but you still feel like you disappointed him. You let your heart sink for a few minutes before picking it back up, a new fire of ambition surging behind your eyes. “Mr. Park, if I may be so bold, today is an anomaly. You’ve said yourself that I’ve done a stellar job, so please…”

“Why are you so intent on doing this by yourself?”

Okay, so maybe the teensy crush you’ve developed for him hasn’t fully gone away. You can’t answer his question without revealing your secret, so you merely repeat ‘Please’ with your head bowed.

Silence stifles the air around you as Jimin thinks. “All right, fine,” he says with a reluctant sigh, though his lips quirk into a smile at your insistence. “But please tell me if you start feeling unwell again. Seriously, it’s better you stay home than coming to work sick.”

“Thank you,” you beam gratefully at him before taking a sip at your tea. It tastes pleasant, despite you not being able to pinpoint the flavour. Chamomile maybe? As you finish the last sip, you stand and make your way outside, intent on staying late to catch up on all the work you’ve missed today.

You relay as much to Jimin, but he stops you as you open the door to his office. “Would you do me a favour and grab these files from the file room?” he asks as he hands you a sticky note filled with corresponding dates and numbers. “Now would be preferable, but I’m not leaving any time soon. Oh, and be careful. I think a few of them are placed on the higher shelves.”

His warning falls on deaf ears as you scrutinize the numbers on the note. Strange. Why was he looking for records all the way back to when the company was founded? Figuring that it isn’t your problem, you promise that you’ll bring him the documents in a bit…

Which turns out to be the biggest promise you regret making thus far.

“Ow…” you whimper.

Your ankle stings where you had landed on it, having failed to grab the last file you need, which just so happens to also be placed at the highest shelf. The step ladder you used to reach it wasn’t tall enough, and despite standing on your tiptoes, your fingers barely graze the bottom of the folder. Your fate was sealed when your distracted brain started thinking about the dream you had the night before.

When you attempt to stand to clean the mess you’ve made, gravity pulls you back down when your injured leg is unable to support your weight. Now, you’re sitting on the ground littered with papers, unable to call anyone for help with the shitty cell service in the file room.

Tears well up in your eyes when you think of your sorry state. Would Jimin fire you for your incompetence? Probably not, but it’s been an embarrassing day so far, especially since you spent most of it dozing off on his office couch that’s usually reserved for his guests. You wonder how he fared with all his meetings that you couldn’t attend with him – what sorts of excuses had he come up with when they asked where you were?

“God, I’m pathetic.”

Just as you’re wallowing in your self-pity, the door to the file room opens and you spy Jimin’s blonde hair between the empty shelves.

“Over here,” you answer pitifully when he calls your name.

You can almost see the comically large, pulsing angry symbol as he frowns at your slumped figure.

“I told you to be careful!” he grumbles as he surveys your foot. You cry out when his fingers graze at the ankle, the tears you’ve been holding onto slipping away down your cheeks. Jimin’s eyes soften at your whimpers, and with a gentleness you didn’t know he possesses at the moment; he wipes away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s not broken,” he whispers reassuringly. “It’s a little swollen, but I promise you’re going to be better in the morning. Can you stand?”

You shake your head, hiccupping a ‘No’.

“Okay, put your arms around my neck. Yep. Just like that. Now, hold on,” he instructs before lifting you up.

“W-Wait,” you protest as he carries you in the direction of his office. “Aren’t I heavy?”

You could feel the rumbling of his laughter with your cheek pressed against his chest. He chuckles as though you couldn’t have asked a sillier question. “Of course not. You weigh nothing more than a couple of grapes.”

You pray gratefully to whatever deity can hear you because when he turns around the corner, the office is otherwise empty, save for the janitor that has his back turned. Your cheeks are so heated that you plant your face further into his chest, refusing to look at your surroundings. You stopped wondering if Jimin could hear the manic pounding of your heart when you hear his, and you carry that secret with you until you hear the door click shut.

---

Jimin rests you gently on his desk before retrieving a first aid kid from your desk outside of his office. He’s gentle as he examines your foot, taking care not to move it around too much and risk injuring it further.

“Okay, you’re definitely good, but make sure to ice it when you get home, okay? And please call into work if you can’t move tomorrow. I have faith that you absolutely can do your job from home,” he smiles confidently.

True to his word, the sharp pain has since ebbed into a dull throb as you twist your ankle around. Perhaps if you stayed in the file room longer, you wouldn’t have risked embarrassing yourself in front of Jimin, but you won’t lie – you enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms as he carried you into his office.

“Thank you,” you mumble, shifting forward to stand.

“Nuh-uh,” Jimin tuts, stopping you in your tracks with a gentle nudge on your shoulder. “That doesn’t mean you’re good to go anywhere, missy. You’re staying here until I finish my work so I can drive you home.”

“But…” you protest, only to have the words die in your throat when he shakes his head firmly. Relenting to his decision, you agree. “Only if I can buy dinner,” you persuade.

“Deal,” Jimin replies with a grin.

---

When the food arrives, you’re mostly done with catching up with your tasks, having worked through most of the evening in silence after Jimin retrieved your laptop from your desk. You didn’t realize you were starving until he returned with a giant white plastic bag’s worth of food. You weren’t sure what he’d like, so you got one of everything, allowing yourself to splurge a little bit after he took care of you that afternoon. Hell, the entire day.

“God, I’m starving,” you comment, closing your laptop to place it on the coffee table in front of you.

Your stomach grumbles louder with each plastic container Jimin opens, the smell of spices mingling deliciously in the air.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he grins, tapping on the plastic plate that was provided in your massive order. “Do you want me to bring the food over to you or can you stand?”

You test your ankle a few times by standing slowly, making sure to put most of your weight on the other leg. Finding your balance is a little tricky, but you’re happy to report that you’re able to at least hobble over to his desk without any chance of falling.

“Careful…” he mumbles as he watches you, arms outstretched as if he’s ready to catch you should you slip and fall. You have no doubt that Jimin would be able to do it too.

“See, I’m fine?” you grin with a roll of your eyes, scooping out some rice and every other side dish that catches your eye.

Jimin joins you on the couch, a hand holding his large stack of food while the other hovers over your elbow despite your protests. As you settled in and began eating, it’s only then that you realized how, dare you say, intimate this was. Of course, you’ve had plenty of company related outings where you end up in a restaurant with just Jimin, but that’s mostly during the day. And here, in his office so late in the evening, the surroundings are akin to a candle-lit dinner, especially since he decided to turn all the lights off aside from his sole table lamp, casting dancing shadows on his face that make your insides flop around while you attempt to focus on your plate instead of his gorgeous face.

When the rest of your dinner has been put away, you’re now left with a limbo in your schedule. On one hand, it’s approaching 9pm, and you still have work tomorrow, so you really should get going, but watching Jimin settle back into his chair, round glasses perched on his nose as he returned to his tasks, you’re reluctant to part from him.

“Do you normally work this late, sir?”

You weren’t paying attention when he had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, but right now, with the sliver of skin on his chest exposed, he doesn’t look like the CEO you’ve worked under for several years now. In fact, you’re reminded just then that you’re about the same age, still relatively young and fresh-faced, and surely the hours he put in outside of work is the reason why he’s able to attain this prestigious title today. Jimin doesn’t reply to your question right away, mumbling a ‘one moment’ under his breath as he types.

“I don’t normally stay this late,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “But a certain secretary of mine decided to play Sleeping Beauty on me today, so I have a bit more work that needs to be done.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but you’re cut off by his boyish grin. “I’m just kidding,” he teases with a wink.

“Well, umm, I should probably clean up the files since I’m mostly done with what I have to do for tomorrow,” you mutter sheepishly.

“Sure, don’t get hurt this time, all right?”

“That’s cold, sir,” you pout at his teasing grin. “My ankle is still a bit numb from the pain.”

You leave Jimin’s office accompanied by the sound of his sweet laughter, and when the door closes shut behind you, you can’t help but lean against it for a moment, smiling to yourself.

---

You spend way too long picking up the scattered papers from the floor due to your earlier injury. By the time you are done, Jimin appears, peeking his head in to ask how you’re doing. You gesture at the stacks of folders on the nearby table in triumph, proud that you were able to complete such a task.

“Colour me impressed.” Jimin examines the stack of folders in admiration, praising you for a job well done.

“Thank you, but this was the least I could do after making such a mess.”

He hums as he surveys the stack, flipping through the first few pages before placing them back down. “I’ll help you carry these upstairs. I wouldn’t want to be sued for negligence,” he chuckles as he picks up a stack.

Ever considerate, Jimin left you a stack to carry by yourself, so you don’t feel useless. You can only grin as you follow him into the elevators (and you may have stolen a few more glances than usual while you were waiting).

“Ah, look how late it’s gotten,” Jimin comments when the two of you reach his office. The old grandfather clock he keeps in there rings eleven times, but despite the lateness of the evening, you’ve yet to feel tired.

After placing your stack of folders onto his desk, you approach the clock out of curiosity. It stands out of place in the modern-looking office, the ornate swirls on the wood a great contrast to most of the sleek black furniture. It’s the first thing you notice when you first meet Jimin in the office all those years ago. You never had a chance to ask him what it’s about despite being so close… and you realize that tonight was a rare occasion for you to satiate that curiosity of yours.

Your fingers trace the swan etched on the side of the clock, admiring the way it comes alive in the wood, wings spread out as though it’s about to take flight in front of you. “What’s the story about this clock? It looks older than I am.”

Jimin looks up from where he sits, gazing warmly at your profile while you play with a relic from his past. “Oh, him?” he smiles fondly, leaning back on his chair. “He’s been with me for over 200 years or so? I’m surprised he still works, to be honest.”

You can only gape in surprise. “You mean this clock has been in your family for over 200 years?”

A shadow passes over Jimin’s face. “…Not quite,” he mutters, though he’s not sure you heard him. “Anyway, he’s given to me by a friend. It’s the only furniture I carry with me from my house every time I get a grand office to myself,” he gestures at the room, splaying his arms wide.

Your fondness for him grows as he talks wistfully about the clock like it's alive. It suits him, you think, how he treats everyone with such kindness, you’re not surprised that it extends to objects as well. Turning back to face the clock, you sigh, knowing that it probably is time for you to leave if you don’t want to risk being late tomorrow morning.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, sir, I think I’ll get going now.”

Jimin looks at the clock and nods, and to your surprise, he stands up from his desk, placing his glasses on top of his keyboard before offering an arm towards you. “All right, I’ll walk you to your car. It’s awfully late and I don’t want anything to happen to my favourite secretary.”

The compliment makes you laugh, butterflies threatening to burst from your stomach. “I believe I’m your only secretary, sir.”

“Ah, I meant what I said,” he winks.

Just as you’re crossing the threshold of his office, your heels catch on the edge of his rug, sending you tumbling forward with a yelp. You expect your flailing arms to catch yourself when you hit the floor, but the impact never comes because Jimin’s suddenly right there, strong arms holding your waist as his eyes expand in shock.

“Are you all right!?” he half-shouts. “You really should be more careful!”

You can barely listen to his nagging because your hands are pressed on his sculpted chest, a sliver of skin peeking through from where he undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt. Your breath hitches in your throat as you graze the heated skin with your fingertips, and you hear Jimin inhale sharply – whatever words he was uttering caught in his throat as he zeroes in on your hands.

He whispers your name oh-so quietly, caressing every syllable with his tongue, and you slowly bring your eyes to his face. Jimin traps you in his hypnotizing gaze, never letting you break away, not even when your heart pounds so loudly against your ribcage, you’re sure it’s about to breakthrough; not even when your breaths turn into shallow staccatos, your head beginning to swim from the lack of oxygen. You can sense the strong emotion that rests behind those knowing eyes, and as you continue to stare, you wonder if it matches the one you hold in yours.

“Why do you look at me like that?” you murmur.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me?” You didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but your voice catches in your throat when Jimin leans in, his eyes drooping close.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours, faces merely inches apart.

“Yes.”

The breathless affirmation barely left you when Jimin attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with the same urgency that you’ve felt in your dreams, only this time it’s real. One of his hands travel from your waist to cup the side of your face, his thumb swiping against your cheek. He catches the bottom of your lip with his teeth, tugging it lightly to make you moan against his hold.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he rasps into your skin as he undoes your blouse. “To touch you; to kiss you this way… You’ll be the death of me.” Every word is punctuated with a searing kiss, his lips setting your skin ablaze when he passes by your neck, your jaw, your collarbone.

“Ah—Jimin,” you gasp, tugging the ends of his blonde locks as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Jimin lifts you up with little effort, his mouth never leaving your neck until he sets you down gently on his desk; his things thrown haphazardly on the floor below with a sweep of his arm.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles at your half-naked state. His thumb swipes over a pebbled nipple, causing you to arch your back with a whimper. He lets his nail scratch gently along the sides of your breasts, almost absentmindedly, while he watches your reactions with amusement. “Would you let me see all of you?”

All you can muster is a breathy ‘Please’.

You help him remove the remainders of your clothing to join the mess on the floor, your body shivering as you lay naked on his desk. Jimin hums as he traces your curves with the palm of his hand, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. “Let me take care of you first, yeah?”

With wide eyes, you watch him sink to the floor while his strong hands push your legs apart to reveal your glistening slit. Jimin breathes in deeply as he kisses along your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of reminders before he dives in.

“Jimin…” you whimper as he drags the flat of his tongue along your folds.

Jimin notices the way your spine locks in place when he repeats the action. “Relax for me, sweetheart. I got you.” A hand reaches out from below to intertwine with yours and he gives you a firm squeeze before resuming his task.

He starts out slow – dragging the flat of his tongue across your folds while his remaining hand circles around your entrance. You’re left shaking where you lay, unable to connect your thoughts together to stammer out a coherent sentence. All that’s left in your brain is his name, increasingly becoming permanent with every second that goes by.

When he feels your body relax underneath him, Jimin prods your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and out of your hole as you pulse around him before he replaces it with a finger, and then two. You hiss at the slight burn, squeezing the hand you’re holding into a tight grip.

“Relax,” he reminds you gently, swiping his thumb across your pale knuckles. “Focus on nothing else but me.”

“More…” you mewl, shivering under his grip. “Praise me more.”

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. Instead of a sassy remark, you receive the soothing lilt in his voice. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good girl. You’re doing so well; look at this cunt greedily sucking me in.”

You’re lavished in praise, though his voice shifts into a deep growl with every coax of his fingers inside you. And when his thumb swipes across your clit, the tight tether you held onto slowly unravels.

“Are you close, sweetheart? God, you’re really tight,” he hisses before replacing his thumb with his mouth. “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe, burning like a thousand suns under his attention. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me. I’m right here,” Jimin reassures you in whispers before silencing himself with your taste.

“Jimin!”

You think you screamed, but you can’t be too sure, not when your body is pulled apart and pieced together as you come undone before him. You’ve never had an orgasm like this – a great abyss threatening to pull you under as the waves slams against your wavering figure repeatedly. Through it all, Jimin drinks your essence, his sleeves soaked through as he continues to thrust into your walls.

“I can’t—not anymore,” you protest weakly.

“You can and you will. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Your feeble attempts to push his head away stop at his emphasis. “That’s it,” Jimin praises as your hand returns to your side before planting a series of kisses along your folds, “Just relax one more time for me, okay?”

Jimin is by no means gentle this time around, slipping a third finger inside before increasing his pace. His once sweet words morph into growls laced with passion, washing your body aflame with desire. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This tiny cunt can barely fit my fingers, I’m not certain you’ll be able to fit all of me inside,” he grunts. “Do you think you can handle the stretch?”

You can barely keep your eyes open through his taunts, your mind spiralling out of control as you focus on the pleasure derived from his fingers. The answer you give him is intelligible, a choked whine of his name in place of agreement.

“Oh?” Jimin lifts an eyebrow at your state. “Too fucked out to talk already? I’ve barely started,” he chuckles. “What’s wrong, baby?” In his dangerously low voice, the otherwise cute pet name sounds demeaning. “Are my fingers too much for you?”

He tuts in disapproval when a beat lapses without a coherent response. Then, like sweet torture, his pace switches into a snail’s crawl. “I don’t know if you can take me in if you’re this out of it with just my fingers. Squeeze my hand once if you want to continue. Twice if you want to stop.”

“No!” The protest you utter is whiny and grating to your ears, and your attempt to sit up fails when your body refuses to peel itself away from his desk. “Don’t stop, please? So close.” That was… barely a sentence, but you beg silently that it does the job. Remembering his request, you squeeze the hand you’re holding once to reassure him.

Jimin smiles at your resilience. “Okay, but we’ll go slow this time. Ah, ah,” he tuts when you begin to whine. “Slow or not at all. Your choice.”

You grit your teeth at the illusion of choice, but the pace he’s set doesn’t seem so bad at all. With a great sigh, you relent to his wishes. “Slow,” you whisper. “We can go slow. I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

“Sir?” he muses with a raised brow. “Hmm… Well, I do like the sound of that. And what about you? Do you like ‘sweetheart’,” he plants a kiss on your thigh. You shiver. “…’baby’,” another kiss, this time higher, “…’pet’?” Jimin replaces his fingers with his mouth as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue slipping in and out of your pulsing hole. Face soaked with your arousal; he returns his fingers in their rightful place, eyes glinting with mischief as he fucks you slowly. “Or maybe, you prefer something harsher… how about ‘slut’?” Jimin attaches his mouth on your clit, grazing the nub ever-so-gently with his teeth.

Your gasp slips into a moan at the spine-chilling sensation, your eyes rolling back. “Love it—ah! Call me whatever you w-want.”

“My good, pretty slut. So turned on she’s making a mess all over my desk. I’m sure the smell will linger for days,” he chuckles into your skin. “Oh, look at you, clenching hard around my fingers. You like the thought of me walking inside my office tomorrow and thinking of you, huh? I’ve always known you were territorial. Isn’t that why you won’t let me hire a partner for you? Staking your claim as the only person that always has access to me?” At your subtle nod, his smile widens into a mischievous grin. “Looks like I was wrong about you being good. You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

Jimin couldn’t help the taunts coming out from his mouth, the true nature of his being – the need to corrupt – showing itself through the cracks in the control he wields. And you… so responsive, beyond anything he’s ever imagined. Your body is so sensitive that it doesn’t require him to use his powers at all. Maybe the dreams he’s been poisoning you with have taken affect. The thought saddens him somehow. Could this not have happened without the use of his powers after all? Was he nothing without them?

Caught in his thoughts, Jimin doesn’t realize the stutter in his movements. He’s about to apologize when you interrupt him, as you assume that it’s your fault for not responding to his questions. “Sir, please! I swear I’m a good girl. Please don’t stop… I’m so close.”

His spirits lift at the sight of you mewling before him, your body jumping with every crook of his fingers inside. No, he thinks, it’s time for him to focus on you and nothing else, resonating with his earlier advice. He releases a little bit of his power, letting it mingle with the air to heighten your senses. “If you’re so good, cum for me then,” he breathes, drowning you in praise and kisses along your heated skin. “One more time. Let me hear you call my name one more time.”

“Jimin—” you obey, breathless and shaking. “Jimin.”

His name is a prayer etched upon your lips and with every inhale, Jimin’s unaware of the mark he’s left, not just riddled along your skin, but at the very core of your heart. This time, when you come undone, it’s with a blazing inferno, your body calling out to your release and a strong desire for him to be yours.

“That’s it. Let go.”

So, you do. With your heart trapped in your throat, pounding along to the tune of his fingers; with your nails scratching the back of his hand that you’ve held through the entire duration; and with all your adoration, pouring out from every crevice you didn’t know existed in your body.

This time, when you beg him to stop, Jimin listens. He stands to claim your lips sweetly, engulfing them with his, a slow kindling in comparison to before. Your eyes can barely open, but when you manage to peek, you see the knot of concentration resting on his brows. The smile finds its way into the kiss, one that Jimin reciprocates. It doesn’t matter that you can taste your saltiness on his tongue, because all that exists now is Jimin.

Jimin, your attentive boss, who’s always had his team’s best interest in mind.

Jimin, the harmless flirt, who reminds you every day that you’re beautiful when he catches you staring at your reflection in the mirror with a cocky grin.

Jimin, colleague, friend, and hopefully lover.

You intertwine your arms around his neck to pull him deeper, closer, until there’s not an inch of air between your bodies. What you’re doing hardly constitutes as kissing – lips gliding across each other. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, making them heavier than before. When you part, there’s beautiful silence, a serenity created from unspoken words, though there’s a quiet certainty that both parties feel the same way despite their unshared feelings.

“Jimin, I…” you begin to whisper, the confession sitting idly on your tongue. Your lids are heavy, refusing to open despite your desire to see his face. “That was incredible.”

Jimin nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in, sweat and all. “Satisfied?”

You chuckle breathlessly, a shaky hand absentmindedly playing with his hand. “I don’t know if I can stand, injury aside. I’m pretty sure my legs are wobbly.”

“I can always carry you to your car,” he hums. “Better yet, let me take you home.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Jimin helps you up with a firm hand on your back before handing you the clothes he threw earlier on the floor. When your hands are too shaky to loop the buttons of your blouse, he chuckles and takes over, so you take the time to admire his beauty – at the now-messy blonde hair that frames the sides of his face, a complete disarray compared to his normal slicked-back look; at his cheeks, dotted crimson from exertion; and all the way to the satisfied smirk resting on that perfect pout. Oh, you can kiss him all day.

Naturally, your gaze gravitates to his eyes, and you smile when you notice his expanded pupils, how they almost engulf the crimson of his irises that they’re almost black.

…Crimson?

Your hand wraps around his wrist to stop his current task while your eyes search his face for an explanation.

At the death grip circling around his wrists, he stares into your wide eyes with confusion. “Is there something on my face?”

“Red,” is all you say, a whisper of disbelief, but it’s enough for Jimin to connect the dots.

There’s a crack in his carefully constructed façade.

“Shit!” He rips his hands away to turn around and shield his eyes from yours. Jimin has used his power the entire day, and now he’s left spent, an empty battery, unable to erase your memory and change his appearance. He tries to think of an excuse – something to put you at ease for now, but nothing would make sense, and his panicking brain has left the building in lieu of aiding him.

Red. Just like your dreams. The feeling of déjà vu, the heavy fog that puts you to sleep… was it all his doing? Your face pales into horror as you look for an answer in his quaking shoulders. It couldn’t be… right?

“Are you the reason for my dreams?” You had to make sure. He can’t be the reason for it… right? When he doesn’t respond, you leave the desk and approach his figure. “Jimin?”

Just before your hand touches his back, Jimin moves away. “Stay back,” he murmurs in warning. “I… I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

You retract your hand away, but you’re firm in your stance, refusing to move until you have an explanation. “Tell me. Just who are you?”

Jimin struggles with his options. Erasing your memory is the safest bet, but it’s a power he has yet to master. The fickle nature of the magic would mean that he’d risk losing this entire night with you. Going back to your relationship before would be agony. There was no way he’d be able to be the same boss, you’d spy the longing on his face a mile away. No, erasing your memory was not an option… so, what does that leave him?

“The truth.” You voice his thoughts so easily. “I want to know the truth.”

This entire day was all wrong. You weren’t supposed to find out so soon. He figured he could hide his true nature a little longer, but now any hopes of a relationship with you have been thrown out the window… all because he couldn’t maintain his control over his powers. Stupid. So, stupid. He’d have to relocate, so he doesn’t have to see your face.

The soft call of his name breaks him from his thoughts, like a hand reaching out into the darkness. In his agony, he accepts your help, which means turning around to face you.

To face the truth.

A gasp leaves your lips. And then he begins.

“I’m not human, though I don’t doubt you’ve probably figured it out.” Jimin offers a rueful smile that you don’t reciprocate. You clamp your lips to avoid interrupting, letting him explain from the very beginning.

Your mind whirls with information about supposed mythical beings of old. When you ask how long he’s walked the earth, he winces. “Too long,” Jimin mumbles, but doesn’t delve further into the matter. You don’t broach the subject either. Jimin explains that he’s an incubus, who feasts on dreams to regain energy, but he swears he only takes a little at a time and that it hasn’t affected any of his previous targets.

You skirt over the fact that there’s been others before you. It makes sense, but the ugly green monster that rears its head is less rational than you are.

“So, your previous… targets,” your lips curl in disgust at the word, “don’t remember their dreams… Why do I remember mine?”

Jimin shrugs and stays silent, though you have a feeling it’s not from lack of knowledge.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper with regret.

Though he isn’t surprised by your decision, his heart breaks all the same. He hangs his head in shame, letting the curtain of his hair shield you from his tears. Of course, you’d feel cheated; manipulated. Any rational human would assume so – that their emotions are completely fabricated because of his powers, even he couldn’t be deluded enough to believe the possibility of your feelings to be genuine. Yet, your next words bring a flutter of hope in his heart.

“10… 15 years will go by like a blink of an eye and everyone will begin to wonder why you haven’t changed.” You shake your head, not in disbelief, but to rid the thoughts of a domestic life ahead with him as you begin to lay the foundation of a wall around your heart. “And if we have kids…” That’s a delusion too far in the future, but you’d be lying to say you hadn’t thought of it. You shake your head once. Firmly. Discarding all hopes of a future with Jimin.

When you lift your head to apologize for a final time, you’re surprised to find him amused instead of grief-stricken.

“What?”

Jimin can hardly contain his excitement. “So… your only problem is time-related? That I won’t grow old with you?”

Was he insinuating that your concerns are stupid? “Okay, Mr. Demon,” you scowl. “What other problems should I be worried about?”

He chuckles quietly before reaching out, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek. Your body turns rigid, and you’re hardly breathing. With a wicked grin, he whispers, “How about the fact that I have the ability to compel you to serve me? Haven’t you considered that I, a demon, may be dangerous?”

This time, it’s your turn to laugh. Through your heaving breaths, you manage to see the pout on his face, which only makes you laugh harder. “Jimin,” you chuckle, wiping your tears with the palm of your hand. “I have no doubt that you would have done it already if you wanted to. So, yes, I’m more worried about the time thing.”

“Does that mean…” he whispers, hopeful. “Does that mean you want to grow old with me?”

“Yes. I mean no! I mean—”

“Please,” he cuts you off. “The truth.”

It isn’t fair how he used your words against you, but you answer him anyway. “I don’t know if we should jump into talking about marriage so quickly,” you mumble, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I mean! We’re not even dating yet.”

“Then be my girlfriend.”

You must be hearing things. “What?”

Jimin takes a step towards you, his palm now fully resting against your cheek. “I mean it. If your only issue is time, I already have a solution. I gave up my immortality a year ago now,” he confesses. His crimson eyes hold the same intense yearning you’re too familiar with: of sleepless nights alone, and of unsatisfactory touches from strangers. “I would’ve explained everything to you if you hadn’t found out today, but, I guess this is sort of fate?”

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “In all my time on this earth, I’ve never met someone like you, and I don’t think I’ll meet another after you either. That’s why it must be you. Even an immortal being dies eventually, and I’d rather choose my way of ‘going’, so to speak.”

Jimin lets the words sink in, waiting patiently for your response. “You meant it all?” you parrot, stunned at the confession. “How long have you been… interested in me?” Was it too early to say ‘love’? Depending on his answer, you assume so.

“When you introduced yourself five years ago in this office,” he sighs wistfully, stealing a glance at his door like he’s relieving the memory. “All I’ve wanted to do was to touch you;” he leans in, face inching closer.

“To kiss you;” he whispers as his lips mould against yours.

“To hold you.” Jimin wraps you up in an embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. In your ears, he whispers, a final confession that eases all your worries. “I want to grow old with you.”

The sincerity in his voice brings you to tears, and you let them fall, soaking the white of his shirt grey.

“Hey, hey, are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Please don’t cry…” Jimin frets, lowering himself to hook his chin on your shoulder, so he could squeeze you tighter.

You nuzzle further into his chest with a teary chuckle. “N-No. Nothing’s wrong. Just happy.”

“Good,” he mumbles before planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “Although now that I think about it, I haven’t heard your response.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you forgotten already?” he chuckles. “I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“More like demanded,” you snicker. “But yes, I’d love nothing more, but you’re going to have to prove yourself to me first.”

Jimin lights up at your response, the ruby in his eyes glowing bright despite the dim light. “Of course, anything you ask, I’ll do it. I’ll show you every day that my feelings are genuine.”

He then proceeds to hold up his pinkie towards you. “As long as you promise to stay with me?”

With a laugh, you join your pinkie with his, sealing the promise with a final kiss.

“I do.”

moon's notes: i didn't include sex in this because i'm kind of bored of writing it tbh? but i will have a drabble out sometime next week for this couple because i love them so so much! what do you think about the dulce somnii universe so far? do you like it? what theories do you have for the other members 👀

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rockabye

With the sting of your divorce renewed by the winter chill in the air, you certainly weren’t looking for anything like love this Christmas. But even flowers can blossom from deep within the snow.

Pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Flower Shop AU

Word Count: 8,900+

Warnings: Profanity; Alcohol; Physical assault; Physical and verbal abuse; References to drugs

A/N: The “Jaeseong” character is an original character and should not be associated with any real person of similar name. Also, this story is a rework of a story I previously wrote entitled Honeysuckle.

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valentine’s date | jjk

⏤ pairing: reporter!jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: fake dating au, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of making out, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, oral sex (m receiving), swearing, some teasing, pet names, praising, a bit of jealousy, hickeys, penetrative sex, protected sex, and unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, and multiple orgasms

⏤ words: 12,949

⏤ summary: Every year, on the 13th of February, your family gathers together to celebrate love, it’s your own kind of Valentine’s Day before the actual day. This year is going to be different because, for the first time in years, you’re single but your parents pressured you to find someone otherwise they’ll bring someone for you. Although you love your parents, and you know this comes as a caring act, you don’t trust their tastes. So, you propose to your coworker, Jungkook, to come with you to save you from embarrassment. But nothing goes as planned since both of you have feelings for the other.

⏤ author’s note: well, you can finally found the new version of this fic! honestly, there aren’t big changes, i mostly just rewrote the entire thing and added a bit of things here and there but the fic is still the same! i hope you’ll still like this version of the fic, please let me know what you think of it! thanks for all your love & support! ❤️

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diamonds are a girls best friend | myg | part 1

》 pairing: best friends dad yoongi x f!reader

》 genre: smut, fluff, angst, three-shot, hidden relationship

》 word count: 7.4k

》 rating: 21+ for explicit smut

》 summary: you know it’s wrong. so wrong. there’s a saying that goes around - “if you can’t tell your best friend about it, then you probably shouldn’t be doing it” but when what you shouldn’t be doing is your best friend’s ridiculously hot and wealthy dad, just how do you say no to that.

》 warnings: forbidden romance, sneaking around? , dom!yoongi, sub!reader, age gap, ugh our lil couple is stupidly in lurv, lots of kissing, lots of hiding, love bites, sucking and biting, our yoongi gets off on being caught sO - exhibitionist yoongi in the form of changing room sex, fingering in a cafe bathroom, unprotected sex, shower sex, overstimulation.

》 a/n: biggest thanks to @kithtaehyung for making this lovely banner , its absolutely stunning. also to @sugasbabiie​ & @knjsnoona​ for being a wonderful betas, @ressjeon for being a supportibe hoe & @kimtaehyunq​ for being my whole rock n allowing me to stress over this as well as betaing too - i love u ♡

》 listen to - higher

Yoongi kisses the back of your shoulders as his fingers grace lightly over your damp skin; the back of his calloused hands caressing up and down your arm softly before turning you around and pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss full of lust and want. 

His large hands skim over your soft skin and grip your hips, squeezing tightly, almost as if to tell you that he is still here with you. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow him to hoist you up, pressing your back against the cold tiles behind you as your legs wrap around his hips and lock your ankles around his slender waist, encouraging him to make his next move. 

“You’re such a tease, pretty girl. Leaving me waiting in a changing room for, what, fifteen minutes?” He moans against your mouth, tugging on your bottom lip and suckling the skin gently before pulling and letting it go. “You should know by now I’m not a patient man.” 

Breaking the kiss, Yoongi starts to trace warm, open mouthed kisses down your neck towards the column of your throat. As he finds your sweet spot in between the junction between your neck and shoulder, you moan at the sensation of Yoongi sucking and biting lilacs and rose blossom marks into your skin before skimming over them with his tongue.

Words are lost on you - all you could do is moan out pathetically at the attention you’re receiving. The small space is getting harder to see with the hot steam clouding your sight. One hand finds the back of Yoongi’s neck and tugs on his ebony hair, allowing his head to snap up to look you in the eyes, “J-just fuck me, Yoongi, please,” you plead.

Yoongi doesn’t waste another moment as he kisses you again, and he grips his cock in his hand and aligns it with your pussy before sliding all the way in one fluid motion, causing your back to arch in his arms against the tiled wall. Giving you a moment to adjust, Yoongi trailed his lips from your mouth and along your jaw before kissing up to your ear, his teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe. The breathy sounds only add to the slick in your cunt.

“Move,” you moan out, your voice breathless and airy. Yoongi pulls out, leaving just the head in before thrusting all the way back in. You gasp out at the impact, followed by a series of moans and whines as Yoongi captures your left nipple between his teeth, suckling the sensitive bud into his mouth, before pulling away with an obscene groan of his own.

“Gotta be quiet in here, baby.” Yoongi grunts, punctuating his words with never ending hard thrusts into your pussy, head falling forward onto your shoulder as his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs. “You never know who’s around.”

Your pussy clenches at his words; the thrill of being caught in a public place is one thing, but the thought of being caught somewhere public with a man you shouldn’t be  with was another. You lower your head towards his shoulder and leave open mouthed kisses on his skin in desperation. The shower water does somewhat of a job of concealing both of your moans. 

“Gonna c-cum Yoongi,” you whimper. 

“Me too baby, won’t last much longer. 

Yoongi sighs in euphoria as he brings one hand up to knead your right tit while his tongue swirls and sucks the left one, worshipping every inch of your body. Yoongi keeps up his pace to get you to your release first, a true gentleman. Moving his hand back to your ass, he curves his fingers into your skin, leaving small, barely visible crescent shapes with his small nails as he continues to fuck into you relentlessly. 

Yoongi can always tell when you’re near your release as you clench your warm inner walls around his cock repeatedly as he never falters while piledriving you into the wall. Your head falls back as you clench around him one more time.

“I’m comi-!” 

Yoongi cuts you off with a kiss to mask the volume of your moans. Your eyes snap shut, white spots appear in the inside of your closed lids as your second orgasm washes over you with immense power. The climax is stronger than you initially thought as you feel wetness all along the inside of your thighs before being washed away by the water from the overhead shower hose.

With a few more erratic thrusts into your creamy cunt, Yoongi seizes and holds you up with every bit of strength in him he has left. With help from the wall and your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he relishes in the

sweet bliss of release overcoming him like a freight train.

Yoongi looks down to where your bodies meet, watching the way his cock throbs as he releases inside of you. It’s been a while since he’s filled you up like this. He rides out his orgasm slowly, sliding in and out of you, admiring the way his load puddles at your entrance.

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