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exbf!jungkook x exgf!reader

“you wrap around me and you give me life… and that's why night after night i'll be lovin' you right”

summary- after seven long years of the breakup between you and jungkook, he randomly decides to show up and tries to prove that hes really a changed man.

warning/s- DUBCON. rough sex under the influence (both sides), hesitant y/n, choking, fingering, messy sex, lovebomb/confession, nutting inside (a/n also sorry for not posting for a while n this was kinda rushed soo i do apologize in advance LMAOOO)

you loudly groaned and smacked your hand around the couch to look for your phone, who the hell calls at this hour ? you took a hit of the joint youve been smoking for the past few minutes and then clicked the answer button.

“hello ??” you lazily say and roll your eyes and take another hit.

spam callers are so fucking annoying.

“y/n…” the voice says, it was deep and husky… even almost sounding like..

“huh ?!!! jungkook ??” the call abruptly ends until a loud knock can be heard from your front door. you get up confused and take a peak through the window and see your ex boyfriend leaning against the porch chair.

fuck what now

you open the door and take a second to figure out what to say.

“what are you doing here ?” you said in a monotone voice, trying to hide your interest as to why he decided to show up after so long.

“i need to talk to you y/n.. please.” he slurs gently pushing you aside to go inside your house, the smell of alcohol and expensive cologne accumulating from his body.

“jungkook..” you tried slowing his pace down and pushing his chest but he wouldnt budge.

“jungkook !! you cant just randomly show up to my house like this and expect me to welcome you with open arms !!” you dragged him to the couch and made him sit down you stood in front of him and examined his state.

“y/n you smoke now ?” he picked up the joint and tossed it back down.

“yeah that doesnt matter right now, why are you here ?”

“look.. i just wanted to say.. i just wanted to say that im sorry for everything that ive done to you in the past. i know words cant fix the damage ive done but after all this time i never forgot about you and i realized all of my faults.. i really really have changed for the better, and i hope you can let me back into your life again y/n.” he slurred, it was almost funny how desperate he sounded. like the roles of the past were now reversed.

you tilted your head, jungkook was never one to own up to his mistakes or even apologize. the sinking feeling in your stomach rises when he briefly mentions the past. but even drunk, maybe he really has changed. it has been 7 years. you stood in silence as jungkook made himself at home on your couch.

“look jungkook, its been a while im gonna have to think about it. and youre drunk, just lay there and i’ll get you some water. you can spend the night.” you softly said, damn it. he was good.

he nodded in response and you went to the kitchen to get water and meds, this also gave you time to collect your thoughts. you said you would think about forgiving him but could you really believe that he’s changed after the relationship you were in with him all those years ago ?

you put the stuff for him on the coffee table and sit down near him, trying to keep a distance. closing your eyes and opening slowly feeling the high more. you look over to jungkook and laugh. this didnt feel real at all.

he then sits up and scoots closer to you, leaning his body onto yours. his mouth was now near your ear and you could feel his hands gently massage your waist. he pulls you to his lap and you let out a low gasp from the sudden movement.

“jungkook. we really shouldnt be doing this…” you say using his thighs to try to get up. the grip he has on your waist tightens, almost bruising even. you wince and move around his lap more to try to get free.

“what do you mean ?” he lowly says he keeps one hand on your waist and massages it his other hand makes it way up to your neck and squeezes.

“you’re basically grinding on me.” he chuckled, you could feel his bulge pressing against you. you whine and dont respond. only the music playing from your tv could be heard. what situation did you just get yourself into ? he lets go and his hand slides down to your pj shorts touching the wet spot on your panties.

“s-stop.” you moan, sounding extremely unconvincing. the both of you knew that you were just saying bullshit, your legs basically open wider for him to continue further. his pushed your panties to the side and gently rubs your clit, and teases it before dipping a finger into your pussy.

“you sure you want me to stop ?” he adds another finger and speeds up, his palm stimulating your clit. you moan and grab his hand.

“…your pussy is just so fucking wet.” jungkook whispered in your ear. you know you shouldnt be enjoying this but you honestly missed him and wanted more. not that you would admit it. even though he most definitely knows by now.

“fu- all f’ you.” you mewl biting your lip, it felt too good.

“yeah all f’ me ? does it feel good baby ?” he teases nibbling your ear. you moan incoherent words and close your eyes.

“course it does just listen to how youre taking my fingers.” you could hear the wet slick sounds of his long skinny fingers going in and out of your pussy. his rings adding more to the package. you could feel yourself about to cum and jungkook slows down.

“you gonna cum ?” you whine and nod yes grinding on his hands to try to get back the lost stimulation. he removes his fingers from you and roughly shoved them into your mouth, you automatically suck and swirl you tongue them licking them clean of your juices. seems like you still have some muscle memory.

he guides you off his lap and maneuvers you face down ass up. giving him a full view of your ass, he gives a few hard smacks before you feel him move his tip up and down your pussy. already antsy and wanting more, you try to reach back and put it in yourself but he grabs your arms and pins them to your back, forcing you to arch it even more.

“uh uh youre not allowed to touch, just lay there and be a pretty little thing for me.” he says before pushing his dick inside of you. your mouth opens into a silent o and you push your hip against his.

“ah-h feels so good kookie.” jungkook leans forwards and uses your arms to thrust faster and harder. your ass bounces from the force.

“fucking missed this pussy.. missed you. ah- fuc-” he breathily whimpers, your moans synching with his.

“youre the only one that makes me feel like im enough and i- fuckkk- im sorry.. oh my- god.” he rambles and moans completely pussydrunk, your cream forming rings at the base of his cock. disappearing and reappearing with his thrusts. he lets go of you and rest his hands on your hips, guiding them towards his big cock.

“you got nothing to say y/n ?” he mocks knowing that youre fucked out, your head rests on the couch cushion and drool covers your chin. you could only moan in response, tears filled your eyes as you felt yourself about to cum.

“no-gonna cum ahh!” your eyes squeeze shut and you grip the couch, your body starts to shake and you expect jungkook to slow down. but no, this man is evil. in fact he speeds up and fucks you through your orgasm.

“jungkook.. jungkook thats too much !!” you whine and reach back to push on his abs. but he chuckles and grabs your arms again. lifting you up against his chest with one arm. the other wipes your tears and rests against your neck.

“gonna fill you up nice n deep.. wanna see that shit leaking from your tight pussy.” he squeezes your neck, if his arms werent holding you up. youd fall right down, the pleasure he was giving you was intense. he was fucking you stupid.

“fuck jungkook, please cum inside please please.” you could feel your second orgasm come when jungkooks first arrives with it. his thrusts gets sloppy but he tried keeping his pace. you were met with a warm sticky feeling inside you when jungkook gently lets you go.

“so pretty all filled up with my cum baby.” he coos and drags his leaking cum back inside you with his fingers. you whined from the overstimulation and he laughed in response. making sure all of it went back inside you, he leans next to your figure and brings you into the little spoon position.

“i love you so much y/n i promise to never hurt you again.” he kisses the top of your head and cuddles into you tighter. you dont respond and just lay back feeling your high come down. this was gonna be a long and hard night of thinking, who the fuck did you let back into your life ?

⤷ seven plus one — jjk

pairing: simp bf!Jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: jungkook is happy to be finally forgiven, but he's yet to control himself around you.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: somn*phil*a, fing*ring, p*ssy eating, face r*ding, mentions of bl*wjob, mentions of shower s*x, mentions of c*m play

notes: this is an additional part to seven days, there’s not really a story line continuation so you can read them separately! this was requested by an anon, I hope you like it 🤍

It’s 7 in the morning and Jungkook is awake, feeling sweat running down on his bare back.

He rubs his eyes and takes a look around to figure out why he’s suddenly feeling this hot, finding out the reason after a short while of scanning your room through squinted eyes.

It’s the sun that peeks through the window, it’s so strong that even the closed blinds can’t stop it’s rays from falling right upon his clotheless body.

He groans, feeling sore on every inch of his body as he falls on his back again. Plus he has a runny nose, how great, he must have gotten a cold.

Well, it’s not a surprising outcome considering how he spent half an hour of his time last night outside in the storm, begging you to take him inside.

He smiles remembering what happened after, you might have kept him in the cold for a short while but at the end, you took him inside and took very good care of him.

He turns around, sighing dreamily as he watches your shoulders rise up and fall down slowly, peacefully. Your behind is facing him, and he cannot resist the urge to gently trace your sides with his hands.

It feels unreal, to be here, lying besides you on the same bed.

After a week of literal hell without you, Jungkook finally manages to gain your heart back last night, god knows what would’ve happened if he gave up and left when it started raining, instead of waiting for you to take him in?

He doesn’t even wanna imagine that, he shakes his head, he wants to stay in this moment with you forever instead.

He mentally promises himself to never fight with you again, no matter what the context is as he scoots over, and wraps his arms around your waist.

He pulls you towards himself until you’re pressed against his chest, you feel so warm on his skin, free from the weight of your clothes just as he is.

He leans in to press a kiss on your head, eyes closed as your silky hair brushes against the tip of his nose. It tickles him a little but as soon as the intoxicating smell of your shower gel fills in his lungs, he’s mesmerized, melting onto the sheets.

Oh right, you showered with him last night, now that he remembers.

After he came in his pants like a freaking teenager, you had no choice but to get him under the warm water and clean him up decently of course. He was too much of a mess to handle that himself, oh my god, he even started sobbing like a baby for you — ah fuck, this was definitely gonna haunt him forever.

You know what, he’s never gonna drink alcohol again, nope, never in a million years.

But lucky for him, you found tipsy Jungkook to be very adorable. So not only you bathed him like your baby, washing every inch of his body carefully, you also gave him the best head ever, all because he looked so pretty after crying and you couldn’t resist it.

Alright fine, maybe you were looking for excuses to have him inside your mouth, so what?

Jungkook can feel his cheeks burn with the vivid memories of your tongue wrapped around his length, he bites the inside of his cheeks to press down a moan, fuck, he’s getting hard.

Your skin feels like butter under his touch as he glides his hands up and down on your side, going over the curve of your waist, aka his favorite part of your body.

He literally worships the ratio you have, and thinks that it's mouth droppingly beautiful although you do not agree. Then he lowers his head, wanting to cover the area with his soft kisses and maybe a couple of pinkish lovebites.

You grumble once you feel the sting of his teeth, and roll onto your stomach, now laying on your face. He giggles, you're too cute even while sleeping, it's so endearing to watch.

But what’s even more endearing is your butt, and the fucking perfect shape of it. The way your cheeks jiggle as you toss and turn makes them look even better, Jungkook licks his lips, he wants to bite you now.

And not only that, he wants to bury his head right in the middle and nuzzle his nose, he wants to lick you and make you scream as he eats you out. He hisses at his own thoughts, wiping his drool from the corner of his lips.

One thing about Jungkook is that, he is a simple man. If he desires something, he simply has to achieve it, no matter how unhinged it may be.

Right now he wants your ass — he wants your pussy, and they’re right there in front of him, so he has no reason not to slither down and reach for them.

He hums with satisfaction the minute his tongue meets with your entrance, two big hands holding your buttcheeks spread apart as he works his wet muscle on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He licks your hole throughly, letting your taste fill in his taste buds. The bittersweetness he feels manages to satisfy him, and so he smirks, diving his head into you back again.

He locks his arms right under your belly button and thus, pulls your hips more onto his face. It’s not an ideal position for him to be keep breathing but he doesn’t care, a little oxygen deficiency never killed nobody after all.

Once he starts poking the tip of his tongue in and out of your wetness rapidly, you being to wake up, wiggling from one side to the other under his weight confusedly.

Then, with your eyes remaining closed, you lift your head from your pillow, and call for your boyfriend, your morning voice being even raspier than his own, which is sort of embarrassing but he finds that cute.

You receive no response and for some weird reason, you can sense a tickling wetness down there — in between your legs. For a quick second, you suspect that you might have gotten your period but wait, it just finished last week so that doesn’t seem to be possible. Therefore, you decide to pay it no mind and try calling his name again. It’s probably just sweat.

“Kook? Where are you?”

This time you’re yelling, thinking he might be downstairs and as you do, your voice cracks, which amuses Jungkook and he snorts right against your entrance, making you wince.

“I’m right here babe.” he responds, landing a smack onto both of your cheeks. Ouch, it hurts.

You turn your face to the direction of his voice and there he is, smiling cheekily at you from behind you, his chin wet with your leaking arousal.

Oh, that explains the ticking feeling, you think.

His hair is messy, quite curly and cute, and his eyes are puffy, but as doe as always. His hands are placed on your hips, fondling your already reddened flesh.

It is clear that his aim is to leave it bruised and you want to ask him why, but before you can manage to utter out a single word, he turns back to his business, not exactly showing any interest in whatever you have to say.

He doesn’t like leaving things unfinished you know, nor does he like being interrupted.

And now that you’re awake, Jungkook doesn’t need to hold himself back or be gentle. He can finally devour you the way he’s been wanting for the past week, and return you the favor of sucking him off last night.

He might have been tipsy but he remembers everything — you did such a great job, by the way, he can not leave it unreturned.

Which is why he asks you to lift your hips up for him, so that he can work more efficiently with a better angle. You do as you were told, gaining a small praise in exchange.

Good girl, ah, it feels like forever since the last time he called you that. You feel butterflies in your stomach, thinking how unfair it is for him make you so weak without even needing to try.

But on the other hand, Jungkook can say the same thing for you.

All you’re doing right now is waiting, laying on your bed with your ass up in the air and he’s hard, trying not to moan at the sight before him. Your wet entrance literally winks at him in between your folds, and he doesn’t even stop to think for a second before reaching his fingers to touch you.

First, he’s gentle, rubbing small circles on your dripping heat, enjoying the cute whimpers that he earns in return from you. But then he wants to hear more, so he slips a finger inside — his index with the tiny crown tattoo.

He thrusts it in, and curls it on his way out. He repeats this movement a few more times and there, your weak cries, the breathless curses and pleadings that he loves to hear.

It’s only a single finger but you’re clenching way too hard, almost as if you’re tying to provoke him into adding another one inside you.

And since he has no reason not to do just that, he gladly lifts up his middle finger, then pushes it through your slit along with his other one.

Once he’s knuckles deep, the struggle you give to carry your weight on your knees becomes more obvious. You’re shaking, but that’s just the start.

To Jungkook, it’s undeniably amusing to watch you try your best to contain yourself, you’re so responsive, maybe even more than usual because of how much you’ve missed him these past days.

But what’s even better to witness is the way your back arches as soon as his hungry lips are attached to your core, and the way your legs try to desperately clamp around his head everytime he licks a little too close to your clit.

You’re withering already and it’s quite the sight to see, Jungkook can’t lie and say he doesn’t like how sensitive you are.

Because he loves it when you’re needy, oh, he loves it when you’re bold and shameless. Just like how you are right now while rutting your hips against his palm, brows frustratedly furrowed over how slow he works his hands inside you.

"Can't you go faster?" you sigh with exhaustion, adding a small please at the end of your sentence to be more convinving right after, "Please?"

Teasing you is fun for sure, but annoying you isn’t so he paces up, and starts going with just the speed you happen to crave. His tongue laps at your bud just right and you can swear you’re almost seeing the stars — ah, you’re so close to your high.

A little push is all you need to finish and Jungkook knows just what to do to get you there.

His ring finger comes to save you and grant you your long awaited climax as he pokes it in, finally reaching a thickness that would satisfy you.

Three fingers deep in your cunt yet it’s still not close to the feeling of his hard girth, you think to yourself, and gosh do you miss to be filled to the fullest by him.

You close your eyes and imagine his fingers as his dick instead. The thought has you rolling your eyes, you lick your lips and press your head onto your pillow to muffle out your moans.

The lewd noises that comes with every thrust of your boyfriend’s hands are already enough embarrassment to you, and what you want the least right now is to be even more louder than them.

Yet despite your hardest efforts, your body neglects the orders of your brain and as your release approaches, you start screaming, the broken cries that escapes from you crystals clear in his ears.

And Jungkook feels moved, blessed even as he watches you get hit by the pure wave of pleasure, your legs shaking right before his face as your sweet leak oozes out from your hole and drips onto his tongue.

He welcomes the free drink, and quenches his thirst from your body.

He helps you ride out your high and lets you grind on his face as he cleans you up with his tongue for as long as you need. Once you calm down, the effect of the adrenaline wears off and all your limbs turn stiff, leaving you collapsing onto your sheets.

He chuckles at your tired groans, he did all the work but you’re the one who’s tired? That doesn’t seem logical, but he lets you off the hook this once, since you’re too cute for his weak heart.

With his hands placed on each side of your waist, he trails his kisses from in between your legs to your shoulder, eventually to your neck before he stops and nuzzles his nose under the spot of your jaw.

“Get up sleepy head,” he then whispers in your ear, playful with his words, “it’s my turn to clean you up, and your turn to be the big baby this time.”

©jvngkooks on tumblr, do not plagiarize

Kiss Me Better | JJK

excerpt | jungkook said some really mean things to you when you started coming home so late. when he realizes how horrible he was, he tried making it up to you.

genre | angst, fluff, hurt /comfort

pairing | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | strong language, unintentional manhandle, jk being a jerk in the beginning, reader puts him in his place, lots of crying, hating oneself

wc | 4k+

notes | i tried my best to make something emotional, and i'm hoping it turned out well :)

It was around ten at night and you still weren't home. This has been going on for about a week now, and Jungkook is tired of it. He wanted answers as to why you were always late.

He was sitting in the living room with his legs bouncing, waiting for you to come home. He was anxious to thrust this issue onto you, but he felt like you were neglecting him; that maybe you might be cheating. Jungkook was never one to judge your faithfulness, but ever since you started coming home late every possible idea started popping up in his head. And when he tried talking to you about it, you would wave him off saying that you're tired.

Jungkook heard the familiar car beep. He got up instantly and trudged his way near the end of the entryway. He saw the doorknob twist open to reveal the fatigued woman he called "his". He watched you take off your shoes and place them on the shoe rack, throwing your work purse on the entryway table. It wasn't until you were steps away that you noticed your lover at the end of the hall.

Your body perked up at the sight of your boyfriend. You dragged your feet to Jungkook and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Hey, baby." But before Jungkook had time to greet you back, you were already sprawled out on the couch. Jungkook made a face of disdain to himself; how could you treat him like this. He felt hurt by your action. He took a minute to compose himself; he didn't want to confront you with rage coursing through his body.

Once he was calm, Jungkook made a beeline to you. He saw that your eyes were already closed; you looked very exhausted. He wanted to leave you alone, that he will have this conversation with you some other time, but he thought against it. Jungkook cleared his throat, making you open your eyes. You did a light stretch on the couch. "What is it, babe?" Jungkook took a shape inhale, "I want to talk to you."

You instantly sat up. In your four years of dating, Jungkook rarely says the words "I want to talk to you.", every time they get spoken, they would usually lead to arguments. Your attention was wide awake; you were getting nervous about what this conversation might lead to. "What is it, Jungkook?"

Jungkook clenched his jaw, tightening his facial muscles. With gritted teeth, Jungkook seethed, "I want to know why you've been coming home so late now?" You were shocked, to say the least. You knew that coming home so late would bring suspicion to your boyfriend, but you didn't think that he would be this angry.

"Umm... I..." You didn't know what to say to him. You wanted to tell him the reason, but you didn't want to ruin the surprise. Jungkook didn't like the fact that you were hesitating. You were always honest with him, never afraid to be blunt. "Why the hell are you hesitating, ____? You're fucking some other man, aren't you?" he yelled.

Your body jolted at his interrogation. His words were harsh, sending goosebumps through your body. You didn't like his assumption of you cheating. You stood up and questioned, "You think I'm cheating on you?" Your voice was laced with warning; warning that if he thought that way of you, you wouldn't be afraid to stand your ground.

One thing that Jungkook would never admit, is that every time you gave him this certain type of tone, he feels like being buried six feet under. Jungkook gulped down some spit that he didn't know was being harbored. "I don't know. You could be." You scoffed at his words, "Fuck you. I don't have time for this. I'm going to bed." You turned your body in the direction of the bedroom.

As you started walking, you heard Jungkook hysterically laughing. He growled, "Fuck me? No, fuck you, ____!" Before you halted your movement, Jungkook stomped his way to you and tightly latched his hand to your wrist, pulling you towards him. You yelped at the sudden action, pain taking hold of your arm. Jungkook immediately lets go. He was about to apologize, but you beat the gun.

You pushed him to the carpeted floor, holding your wrist to your heart. Tears started welling up. Never in a million years did you think Jungkook would say those things to you. The physical pain could not compare to the pain you were feeling emotionally. You cried out to him, "You wanna know why I've been coming home so late? You wanna know why I'm always so tired?" At this point, your tears were freely flowing. Jungkook was on the floor, not moving an inch, but he so badly wanted to wipe your tears away.

You bellowed, "It's not because I'm fucking some other man, Jungkook! It's because I took in overtime at work! I took in some extra hours to earn more money for our trip!" Jungkook was stunned at your confession. Shame taking its place in his heart. How could he accuse you of cheating? How could he say those hurtful things to you?

You softly added, "Do you remember two weeks ago, when we were talking about our parents? You had missed yours so badly because you hadn't seen them in months. You wanted to go visit them, but we didn't have the money." Jungkook started crying; he was starting to realize your reason. You faced the other way, not wanting to see Jungkook cry. You knew if you did, you would fall prey to him. He hurt you, and you didn't want to fall so easily.

Jungkook cried harder, and hearing him, so did you. You tried containing any sound leaving your mouth, coming out muffled. You sniffled, "I wanted to surprise you this Sunday. I was going to buy the tickets and book the hotel room tomorrow. I didn't want to tell you this way." Jungkook was biting his lips so hard when you were talking; he almost drew blood. When he felt your presence fading, he shot up and gently looped his arms around your torso.

He cried to you, tears falling on your shoulders, making your shirt damp. "Baby, I'm so-" You intervened, "Stop." You unhooked his arms apart. "Just stop, Jungkook. I'm tired." Jungkook shook his head vigorously. He wanted you to know how shameful he feels; apologize until you're tired of hearing it. "____, please. I'm so sorry."

You whipped your body around, facing him. You demanded, "Shut up, Jungkook! I said I'm tired, okay? We'll talk about this later." And after your ending sentence, you marched your way to the bedroom, not giving Jungkook a second to respond.

You plopped yourself on the shared bed, taking off your clothing, only leaving you in your underwear. You would've loved to have Jungkook wrap his arms around you while you went to sleep, but right now you just wanted to be alone. It only took a few minutes for your tears to start flowing again, and this time you didn't stop them. You let the tears, the darkness, and the warmth of the blanket lull you to sleep.

Jungkook on the other hand, was sitting on the couch pondering about his actions - his words. He hated himself for what he did. The way he talked to you, the way he gripped your wrist with so much force, the way he doubted your faithfulness; accused you of cheating. You are everything to him. He would move hell and heaven if you demanded it. You could say the vilest insult to him, throw your hardest punch and he'll still run back to you. He would do anything and everything just for you, but at the moment he didn't deserve you. You were the light of his life, but he knew that tonight he had dimmed you.

You woke up with the biggest headache. You haven't felt like this in years, so emotionally drained. The last time was when you had officially cut off ties with your mother. She never really approved of Jungkook, always calling him a bad influence. She was the type of person to judge the exterior before knowing what was on the inside. Hating Jungkook is an understatement, she loathed him.

You love your mother, but all the things she said about Jungkook stirred you away from appreciating her presence. He didn't want you to cut communications with her, but it was not only for him but for your sanity. The longer you kept in contact, the more you'll start going crazy about her foolish assumptions about your boyfriend. It was hard cutting her off, but it was definitely needed.

You rolled off of the bed, not caring that you were basically nude. You stumbled your way to the door, wanting to go to the bathroom. When you opened the door, you found Jungkook laying right against the beige wall. His appearance was rugged. His hair sticking up from every angle, and the faint smell of beer, he was still wearing the same clothes from last night.

Your heart tingled at the feeling that Jungkook must have stayed out here for you, wanting to be close to you, but also giving you your space. But then the reoccurring memory from last night punched its way through your brain. You slammed the door, stirring Jungkook awake. For a split second, Jungkook thought lighting came striking down to their house. His body jumped from the sudden bang, hitting his head against the wall in the process. He rubbed the sore area, hoping the action would ease the pain.

He didn't know what happened. He looked around the area for anything that might have caused the loud sound. But then he heard shuffling on the other side of the door. Jungkook got up without a second thought and was about to knock. His fist hovered the wooden entrance. He wanted to knock, but he was scared. After everything that he had done, he was worried that you wouldn't want to see him again.

Moments go by until Jungkook finally knocked on the door. "Baby?" he softly said. "Baby, can I come in?" He waited for your response, but all that answered him was silence. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Jungkook has never felt this nervous. He took a deep breath, "I'm gonna come in, ____. Okay?" He tapped his fingers against his thigh a few times, trying to calm the bundle of nerves. With one more deep breath, Jungkook carefully opened the bedroom door.

In his line of sight, Jungkook saw you curled up in the bed, the blanket hugging your body for security. He saw the throw pillows along with your clothes scattered across the floor; the whole atmosphere was messy. You were always the clean one in the relationship, so the fact that you couldn't care for the unkempt room made Jungkook more nervous than he already was.

Jungkook tried navigating his way to you, but he still wound up stepping on your clothes. When he got to you, he sat on the edge of the bed next to you silently. None of you guys peeped a word; the air was tense. You wanted to speak to him first, to yell at him for his absurdity, but you're also stubborn. So, you waited for Jungkook to talk first. Jungkook knew how you were; he knew that you were itching to say something first, but you were headstrong on finishing last.

He took it in himself to speak first. "____, I want to tell you how incredibly sorry I am, and that I regret everything that I had said." He looked at your covered figure with much sorrow. He wanted to see your beautiful face, even if you were to give him the most angered look. "Baby, can you please look at me?" You meekly spoke, "No."

A few tears threatened to escape his eyes. Jungkook took a deep breath and brought out his hand to cup your face. He slowly turned your head to face him, and you made no retaliation to his actions. Your face showed no emotion, but Jungkook saw the pain swimming in your eyes. He hurt you deeply, and he hurt you hard. "Please, know how sorry I am."

You took his hand away from your face. You rolled your eyes; you were tired of hearing it. "I know how sorry you are, Jungkook. I can see from your body language, your facial expression. I can hear it in your voice, okay? I know... So, please stop saying it." He nodded his head, understanding what you were saying. "I'm sor-"

"Jungkook!" you warned. "If all you're going to do is say sorry, then leave me alone." You went back to your previous position, trying to ignore your boyfriend's presence. He definitely knows how to push your buttons. Jungkook didn't want to leave this situation alone like this; he wanted to make it better. So, he said the first thing that came to mind, "Tell me where I hurt you, and I'll kiss it better."

You jested his words, "Kiss it better? Seriously?" Jungkook couldn't see your face, but by the tone of your words, he knew that the idea was stupid. But stupid or not Jungkook wanted to make you feel better. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yeah. It can be a start, right?" You took a minute to reel in the idea. It could maybe be a start.

You clicked your tongue and brought your wrist to his face. Without facing Jungkook, you demanded, "It didn't bruise, but you really hurt me here. So... kiss it." Jungkook gave a tiny smile; he was happy that you were open to his idea. He carefully grabbed your arm, making sure to not touch the area he has hurt you. Jungkook's soft touch sent small currents through your body. He brought your pained wrist to his lips and placed small but mellow kisses on them. Afterward, Jungkook rubbed the area with his thumb, hoping that it would soothe the pain.

He docile his voice, "Where else?" You were thinking of a place where he should kiss next, and during that time you positioned your body forward. Jungkook watched you readjust your body; you had looked so cute to him.

You looked at Jungkook with a stern expression, and said, "My ears, from hearing you talk shit to me." Jungkook invisibly flinched at your words, but a slight hint of grimace surfaced. He bent down to you and positioned his lips to your ear. He gave you a kiss, and the small smack of the contact rang. With his lips pressed against your ear, Jungkook quietly spoke, "Tell me more, baby. Where else are you hurt?" His breath shadowed your skin, leaving you dumb.

When you stayed quiet, Jungkook got a little concerned. He lifted his head up, his face inches away from yours. "Baby?" You saw the worriedness etched into his face, creating crease lines on his skin. He placed his forehead on yours and stared deeply into your eyes. He could still see that you were angry, but slowly he saw a bit of softness take place. You didn't want to admit that your boyfriend's idea was proving right, but his gentle kisses were so hard to ignore. It's like Jungkook has this magic spell where you could never say no.

You gulped down some spit, you didn't want to choke when you talked. "My eyes. You made them painstakingly teary." You had closed your eyes for Jungkook to kiss. He took a second to stare at them. Even with your eyes closed, you could still make out the redness around them. The more he looked, the more Jungkook hated himself for your pain. With each kiss of your eyelids, Jungkook had closed his, projecting his pain to himself.

When it was done, Jungkook remorsefully uttered, "____ - baby... I'm so sorry. Ev-" You interjected, "I have one more place that I want you to kiss better." Jungkook replied, "Of course. I'll kiss wherever you want." You slightly sat up; your upper back pressed against the headboard of your guy's bed. You choked, "Kiss my heart. Out of all the places you have hurt me, my heart hurts the most." You didn't want to sound choked, but you couldn't help it. "Please, kiss me better, Jungkook." you cried.

Jungkook's heart panged harshly at your pained confession. He started crying; his heart broke into a million pieces. The one place where he vowed to not hurt at the start of your guy's relationship, he did. You tried watching your boyfriend intensely, but your tears were blurring your vision.

Jungkook moved his hand to the blanket that was still covering you. It slid down and your breast was fully seen. Usually, Jungkook would be surprised at your nudity when he wasn't expecting it, but right now, all that Jungkook could see - could focus on was the area that your heart resided in. He looped one arm around your bare torso, gently pulling you towards him, and the other rested along your back.

He kissed your heart with so much tenderness. He cried while doing so, his tears falling on your bare skin. You couldn't stop the waterworks once his soft lips landed on you. Jungkook kept kissing you, hoping that each kiss took away the pain he had caused, but the more he did the more you cried. He had hurt you too much that even the kisses couldn't heal you.

Jungkook moved his head away from your chest and fully grabbed you. He hugged you tightly, just letting you cry your pain out to him. He didn't know what to say, all he could really do was comfort you. Jungkook placed one of his hands on your nape, while the other did long comforting strokes on your back. You heard Jungkook trying to shush you, not in a mean way, but to relax you, but it didn't work.

What felt like hours were only minutes, you had finally calmed down. You pulled away from Jungkook. You spotted a big wet mark on his shirt. You apologized profusely for making his shirt dirty. Jungkook only laughed; he didn't care that your snot and tears - possibly your saliva were on his shirt, hell, he wouldn't care if you even threw up on him. All that he cared about right now was how you were feeling.

You were about to wipe your face on your arm, but you didn't have a shirt on. "I'm sorry, I look horrible right now." Jungkook shook his head at your words. "You don't have to be sorry. You don't look horrible right now. To me, you look beautifully messy." You blushed at his compliment. "Yeah, but I still have snot and tears all over my face."

Jungkook sarcastically rolled his eyes. He jumped off of the bed and stood in front of you. He bundled his shirt up to his chest and carefully pulled you towards him. You were confused at first, but then you realized he was going to wipe your face with his shirt - like a mother. When he did, Jungkook shrugged, "It's already dirty, so, don't worry about it. Plus, nothing like a few more bodily fluids, right?" You felt like laughing at his rhetorical question, but all you could feel was the guilt for ruining your boyfriend's shirt.

Jungkook chucked his dirty shirt on the messy floor and climbed into bed with you. He hesitated on pulling you close to him; he didn't want to push any boundaries you might have set on him. "Is it okay if I hold you?" Instead of answering his question, you pulled him towards you. You buried your face in his chest. You wanted Jungkook to hold but he wasn't. You murmured against his skin, "Why aren't you holding me?"

"I didn't know if I was supposed to." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's build. "Well, I want you to hold me." And like so, Jungkook held you close. He buried his face in your hair, breathing in your intoxicating scent. If Jungkook were to die right now, he would die a happy man; being in your arms, breathing you in is all he could ever ask for.

Before speaking Jungkook licked his lips, "____, I want to tell - shit! Babe, ow!" You had kicked Jungkook to further stop his sentence. "Like I said before, if you're going to keep apologizing then please leave. Because honestly, babe, I'm really tired of hearing you say that." Jungkook chuckled at your annoyance. "I wasn't going to apologize if that makes you happy. I was going to say how regretful I am to accuse you of cheating. How regretful I am of gripping you hard on the wrist. Cursing and yelling at you. I regret everything that happened last night."

You held Jungkook tighter to you. In situations similar to this, Jungkook was always the one comforting you; you were the stubborn one in the relationship. It was kind of hard being on the opposite side. You tried your best of comforting Jungkook, but you couldn't really do it physically, that spectrum resides for Jungkook.

So, you did what you do best, you comforted him verbally. "I know I can't ask you to feel a certain way, but know this, Jungkook," You lifted your head up to him, and expressed, "Everything that happened last night could never erase my four years of love for you. What you did to me definitely hurt me, but you cannot shoulder all of this guilt. I also was at fault."

Jungkook pulled away slightly. He couldn't believe what he heard. He denied, "No! You did nothing wrong." You furrowed your brows. "But I did, Jungkook! If I hadn't kept this a secret... if I had just told you my reason for being out so long, we wouldn't be in this predicament. I should have told you, and for that, I'm sorry." Jungkook wanted to argue your statement, but the look on your face was pleading with him to forgive you.

Jungkook shimmied his way down to you, eyes meeting at the same level. He pushed some of your hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear. Your beauty was something to treasure. Jungkook smiled, "You're so beautiful, baby. If you want me to forgive you, I need you to forgive me as well."

You lifted your pointer finger up when an idea came to mind. "One last request," Jungkook smirked, wondering what trick you have up your sleeve. You continued on, "Kiss me on the lips and I'll forgive you."

You didn't have to tell him twice. Jungkook smashed his lips on yours, taking you all in. He cupped your jaw in between his hands, holding you tightly. Your small moans drowning in your lover's mouth. Your wondering hands feel the toned muscles beneath your fingertips. Somewhere along the way, you climbed on top of Jungkook. The slight grinding you were doing on his lap made him jolt. He softly gripped your arms and pushed you away.

"Baby, I think we should stop, because if we continue this, I don't think I'll have the urge to control my craving." You jumped on his lap, taunting him. Jungkook wasn't having it, so, he switched your positions; you were laying underneath him, while he trapped you between his arms. "Didn't I say you should stop?" he growled.

All you did was grin like a kid who won a stuffed animal at a carnival. You wrapped your arms around Jungkook's - somewhat sweaty neck. God only knows how much you love this man. If a home was a person, he would be yours. You proclaimed, "I love you so much, Jungkook." Jungkook saw the love swirling in your irises; his heart swarmed with adoration for you. As a response, he said, "I love you, ___. I could never love anybody as much as I love you."

You guys kissed one more time before going back to cuddling. In the middle of basking in each other's presence, you blurted, "Oh god, we have to buy the tickets today. Not only that, but we also hav-" Jungkook placed his rough hand on top of your mouth. “Shhh... It's cuddle time, babe." You pushed his hand away and giggled. You wished there was a word more than love, maybe devotion, but you really love Jungkook.

Night After Night

Established relationship au

Pairing: Fuckboy bf! Jungkook x Reader

MINORS DNI

Genre: lovers to exes to exes to lovers, Mostly crack, fluff, and smut but a little bit of angst because I'm a bitch.

Words : 17.6k

Summary: "Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is".... You broke up with your boyfriend because he couldn't let go of his fuckboy antiques now he's gonna win you back whatever it takes.

Warnings: Toxic relationships, Jungkook is the biggest red flag but we love him, SMUT [ ITS FILTHYYY, FINGERING, ORAL SEX (Both receiving), PENETRATIVE SEX ( Vaginal), UNPROTECTED SEX (Don't be stupid like Jungkook, please)].

A/n: This is unedited, no proof reading done.

*******

For the thousandth time this evening, you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you witnessed your boyfriend, once again, openly flirting with another girl in your presence. It wasn't as if he was unaware of your presence, and he wasn't doing it secretly behind your back either. He knew very well that you were right there, and the irony was that he was supposed to fetch you a drink when he stumbled upon a pair of boobs on the way.

'Baby, it will be fun,' he had said when he insisted on taking you to this party. Yet now, you found yourself sitting awkwardly on a filthy couch, uncomfortably witnessing two guys passionately making out while your so-called boyfriend indulged in flirting with the brunette, who had her hands all over his biceps. You could bet a million dollars that he was flexing them right now.

When you first met Jungkook in your college, he had the title of the biggest fuckboy of the campus and a snap score of 3 million, yes 3 million and if that's not the biggest red flag then what is? But despite the fuckboy behaviour he was a decent person. After trying (and succeeding) to get in your pants at the frat party you first met, he asked you out on a date. And of course you said yes. He gave you the full date experience, in fact it was one of the best dates you had in a while.

He took you to the movies and was respectful, keeping his hands to himself throughout the outing. During the date, he took care of you, ensuring you were well-fed and enjoyed yourself. Afterward, he even made the extra effort to drive you home in his own car, instead of that death ride he usually brings to college. He was so determined to show you that it wasn't just about sex that he didn't even insist on kissing you at your door, it was you who dragged him inside by his collar to fuck you senseless.

Jungkook surprised you, everyone else and himself when he asked you to be his girlfriend only after three dates. And he was really really sweet so you said yes. To show you how devoted he was to you and how he only had eyes for you he didn't even look at other girls let alone flirt with. But that only lasted for two months. Yes, once a fuckboy always a fuckboy. Although Jungkook remained faithful and never slept with anyone else or outright cheated on you, he still indulged in flirting and entertaining any other woman he found even remotely attractive.

Initially, you tried to dismiss it as harmless flirting, but as time went on, the situation became increasingly unbearable. The only thing preventing you from ending the relationship was the fact that he genuinely loved you. Jungkook proclaimed his love for you just three months into the relationship, whereas it took you more than six months to reciprocate those feelings.

You knew Jungkook loved you because he never failed to show you. God, the extremities that boy has gone to show you how much he loves you. One time he ran 12 miles to get to you because you sprained your ankle and was in the hospital and his car was stuck in traffic. Later he ended up fainting from exertion and you found yourself taking care of him instead. It was still really sweet gesture from him.

Once Jungkook managed to free himself from the other girl's company and arrived with a big smile and your favorite beer in hand, you promptly got up and headed towards the front door, leaving your boyfriend behind in confusion.

"Where are you going?" Jungkook asked, following you outside.

"Home." You were already ordering an uber.

"We are leaving already?"

"No, Jungkook. I am leaving already."

"But why? We were having fun."

"Again, no. You were having fun, I was just asked by two guys if I wanted to have a threesome."

"What guys?" Oh the hypocrisy.

"That's not the point JK," you finally snapped, turning to confront your boyfriend. "You're the one who dragged me to this pathetic party, and instead of being there with me, you spent 20 minutes flirting with some random chick."

"Baby, you know that was harmless."

"Again with that FUCKING EXCUSE."

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, ok? You know I only have eyes for you. I don't even remember her name."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? I'm leaving."

"Let me take you home, ok?"

"I already booked a ride."

"No, those things are dangerous at night. I'm not letting you leave in a cab," he insisted, without waiting for your reply he led you to the parking lot where his Harley was parked. Without any further protests, you let him firmly place your helmet on your head. Within just a month of dating, Jungkook had already arranged customised helmets for both of you as a couple. Though it might have seemed a bit tacky to some, it was his way of expressing a significant commitment, almost like a symbol of marriage in his eyes.

The ride was silent. Only him rubbing your thighs once in a while. You had time to think the whole ride. Contemplate every situation till now that has led up to this moment. Every time that he had flirted with other women and made you feel like shit, invisible. Every time he says 'oh but baby, at the end of the day I come back to you.' You have decided. You were done feeling like shit.

As the motorcycle came to a halt, you realized he had brought you to his place instead of your own. While you hadn't officially moved in together, it felt like you practically had, given the amount of time you spent there and the belongings you had at his place. The fact that he took you there didn't even surprise you; it was a place that felt like 'home' to both of you.

"Jungkook why'd you take me to your place. I said take me home."

"This is home, baby." He said helping you off his bike and taking off both of your helmets. "Let's just go upstairs and talk this out, then I'll make you cum and we'll go to sleep."

The short elevator ride to the upstairs apartment felt much longer, with neither of you uttering a word. As you entered and took off your jackets, you let out a sigh. The impending conversation was something you had been dreading, but you knew there was no other option; it had to be done. The atmosphere was heavy with tension as you prepared to address the issues that had been bothering you.

"Jungkook."

"Baby." He mocked your tone.

"Sit down." You pointed at the couch.

"Is this an intervention?" He asked with a grin.

"Just sit." He followed your order and stared at you with those big doe eyes that stopped you from breaking up with him until now. "I love this POV. Your tits look amazing."

"Jungkook, be serious."

"Why, do you keep calling me Jungkook. It's Koo and Baby for you."

Ignoring the comment you continued with your speech.

"Jungkook... I, I don't think this is working anymore." You said.

"What is not working? Baby, we're fine."

"No we're not. I've been waiting for you to grow out of this...fuckboy phase but it's been three years, Jungkook and you still haven't changed. It's even worse now."

"Come on, is this about Ally?"

"So you do remember her name."

"Does it matter? It was just some harmless flirting, I swear. I even told her I have a girlfriend."

"Oh, I'm so flattered," you retorted, the sarcasm evident in your voice, which seemed to annoy him slightly. Your frustration and displeasure were clear, as you couldn't overlook the impact of his behavior on your feelings.

"Look, what am I supposed to do? Stop talking to women? Is that what you want?"

"Oh my god, do you not see?" you exclaimed, your emotions pouring out. "You entertain them and flirt with them, and it makes me feel terrible, Jungkook. I'm your girlfriend, yet you don't even bother to introduce me to these women. And you call it harmless flirting? What about this?" You pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket, confronting him with evidence of his actions.

"I had no idea she slipped it in my pocket."

"I saw you take it from her."

"But I was not going to call. I swear, baby. You know I would never. I only took that so-"

"So what? So she would wait around the whole night for you to call? That's even worse."

"Babe, look. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want me to do. I made a mistake and I won't do it again, I promise. I swear on it."

"You don't have to. You can call her if you want to. We are done here," you declared firmly, your decision made. His eyes widened in response to your decisive words, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm breaking up with you, Jungkook. It's just not working for me anymore. I'm so tired of your behavior," you expressed with a heavy heart. He was now on his knees before you, tears welling up in his eyes but not yet streaming down his cheeks. Despite the pain, you knew that ending the relationship was the best decision for your well-being and emotional health.

"No no, baby, no. We are not breaking up."

"No. Jungkook we're done."

"No."

"What do you mean no? This is not how it works."

"I'll be better, ok? I promise. Please don't break up with me. I can't live without you. Please. I'll do anything you want. I'll prove it to you." The tears were falling down now. And as much as it hurt to watch him cry you were going to stand firm on your decision. "Let me make it up to you, baby. Please." When his shaking lips made contact with yours you couldn't push him away. One last time wouldn't hurt right? Maybe you'll give him this one last time. God knows he needed this. You needed this.

So you let him. Didn't stop him when he picked you up and took you to yo- his bedroom, Laid you down on his bed, undressed you. You didn't stop him when he kissed down your body, brought you to your high with his mouth. You let him love you one last time.

******

Breaking up with Jungkook had been difficult, and it's been a week since then. The impact of the breakup weighed heavily on you as well, despite your decision being the right one. You cared deeply for him, though maybe not to the same extreme extent as he did for you, it seemed his love for you bordered on being overly intense and possibly unhealthy.

The breakup had also left you feeling deeply saddened and missing him greatly. However, the impact on Jungkook was even more profound, and describing it as devastating would be an understatement. The next day, as you began getting ready to leave, you noticed Jungkook gazing at you with a lost and vulnerable expression, like a bewildered bunny. It was heartbreaking to witness, and you had to gently remind him that you had broken up with him the night before. The pain of the breakup was evident in his eyes, and it made the situation even more challenging for both of you.

"But, baby we had sex."

"Sex doesn't fix everything, Jungkook. I'm still breaking up with you. It was goodbye sex."

Jungkook was frantic when he realised you were serious about the breakup. Begged you to stay but you had already made up your mind.

Seeing the overwhelming number of missed calls and text messages from your ex-boyfriend, you let out a sigh. Despite the breakup, he was persistently trying to reach out to you, with all the messages saying almost the same thing. While you believed that blocking someone was immature and didn't want to stoop to that level, his relentless badgering was becoming too much to handle. If he continued this behavior, you might eventually have no choice but to block him on your contacts and social media platforms.

As your phone blared for the 58th time, your coworkers shot glares in your direction, clearly annoyed by the constant interruptions. Feeling apologetic, you flashed them a smile and finally picked up the phone.

"I swear to god, Jungkook. I will block you if you don't stop calling me."

"Baby-"

"No, Jungkook. No baby. We broke up remember?"

"You broke up with me, I never accepted it. You're still my baby."

"Jungkook I'm serious. Stop calling me. I will block you."

"You won't."

"Try me."

"Come outside?"

"What? Kook, I'm not home."

"I know. I'm outside your office. They won't let me in."

"Yes I told them not to. What are you doing here? Jungkook you have a job too, you know that right?"

"I know. But it's not important right now."

"Not important right now? That's your only source of income." You reminded him, resting your forehead on your hand.

"I don't care. What will I do with the money if you're not with me?"

"Pay your bills?"

"Come outside. I wanna see you."

"I can't. I already had my lunch break. Look, Jungkook, just go back home, ok? Don't do this to yourself. I'm hanging up. Don't call me again or I will block you." You ended the call without waiting for a reply, and the calls finally stopped, but the messages persisted. Deciding it was necessary for your peace of mind, you muted his contact to temporarily shield yourself from the continuous messages.

It was 4 hours later you were exiting the office building with your coworkers when one of them pointed something out.

"Is that Jungkook?" Sherry said and you turned your attention to where she was pointing, and to your surprise, there was Jungkook sitting on one of the benches just outside the building. He stood up with a hopeful smile and waved at you as you approached. His unexpected appearance caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions at seeing him again after the breakup.

"You guys go. I'll talk to him."

As your coworkers questioned if you were okay, you gave a simple nod to reassure them. However, you couldn't hide the glare in your eyes as Jungkook approached you. The mix of emotions inside you was evident, but you tried your best to maintain composure in front of your colleagues.

"What are you still doing here, Kook?"

"Well you told me not to call you again and your guard wouldn't let me in so I had no other option."

"Yes you did. You had the option to go home."

"But I wanted to see you." Oh god it was frustrating. You are not even surprised that he's acting like a child. He has always been like this, nagging and pestering until you give him what he wants. You are actually more surprised by the fact that he waited a whole week before showing up at your workplace.

"So what you just wait here for 4 hours?"

"No .. 8 hours. I've been here since morning."

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"No. Ask your guards. We are friends now." You closed your eyes to calm yourself.

You spoke with concern in your voice, realizing that Jungkook's actions were not healthy for him. "Jungkook, this is not healthy… Why are you doing this to yourself?" you asked, genuinely worried about the toll the breakup was taking on him. You understood that he was struggling with the situation, but his continuous attempts to contact you were not helping anybody.

"Baby, I'll do anything to prove to you that I want you back."

You expressed firmly, "That's not going to change anything. We are not getting back together." You reiterated your stance, hoping he would come to accept it and eventually find a way to move forward.

"You're saying that now."

"No. My answer is not going to change." He looked unconvinced. "At least tell me you ate something?" a small smile crept across your face as you heard his stomach loudly grumble in response to your question. You decided to set aside your differences momentarily and focus on making sure he was okay in the present moment.

"You still care about me?" Of course you still cared about him. You didn't break up with him because you don't love him anymore, you broke up because he was an asshole and you realised he was never going to change. And you have to keep reminding yourself that. He's never going to change.

"Where's your bike?"

"I didn't bring it. I don't like riding without you holding me."

"Did you bring your car at least?"

"I walked."

"You walked?"

"I figured that when you come back to me, we'd have to deal with the hassle of taking both of our cars back home and riding separately, which I didn't want to go through. So, I decided to walk instead."

"You're unbelievable." He just smiled at you as if it was a compliment. All you wanted was to go home, miss him to death and cry yourself to sleep while holding his old shirt. Was it too much to ask?

His stomach grumbled again. As if asking you to feed him. Jungkook knew he was not only torturing himself but you as well. Was this his strategy? Annoy you back in his arms?

"Fine. Let's go?"

"Are you taking me home?"

"No. I'm taking you to eat something."

"Then you're taking me home so I can fuck some sense into you and we can get past this?"

"You know what? I'm leaving. Die starving."

"No I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please feed me."

Despite your current feelings of frustration and hurt towards Jungkook, you chose to bring him to your home that night. It wasn't for any romantic reasons or to give in to his demands. Instead, you prepared a home-cooked meal for him, knowing that he likely hadn't been eating well, surviving on ramen, cereal, and a whole lot of alcohol. And you couldn't let him go to sleep hungry, so you set aside your emotions and cared for him, making sure he had a satisfying and enjoyable meal.

*******

"You know you can't take him back right? He's very toxic for you."

On that Sunday evening, you and your best friend, Jimin, had a movie night planned to lift your spirits. The hot topic of discussion was none other than Jeon Jungkook. Unlike the rest of your friends from college who always cheered for your relationship with Jungkook, Jimin was the only one who never rooted for you two. He had always expressed his concerns about Jungkook, labeling him as toxic, and reminding you that you deserved better. Back in college, you used to get upset with him, feeling he was always negative. Ironically, as time passed, you realized that Jimin was the only one who consistently stuck by your side, while your other friends became distant.

"I know I know. But you should have seen his face, Jimin. I felt like I kicked a puppy."

"So you just took him back to your place?"

"Only to feed him, I kicked him out after, I swear."

"Really?" Jimin asked, keenly observing the guilty expression on your face. He had an uncanny ability to detect when you were lying, almost like a human lie detector. You knew you couldn't hide anything from him, and in this moment, you couldn't escape his discerning gaze.

"Ok, fine, He did stay longer than I initially said," you admitted, knowing that Jimin could see through your attempt to hide the whole truth. His raised eyebrow made it clear that he was onto you. You confessed, knowing you couldn't keep anything from your perceptive friend. "We might have had sex on the kitchen counter... And the couch... And my bedroom. But I swear that's it. I'm not lying, I kicked him out and told him it was a mistake right after. Didn't even wait till morning."

The way Jimin said your name almost made you hide out of shame. "You can't retaliate. What happened to 'we are never getting back together'? Taylor Swift will be very disappointed in you."

"I know. I know, it was wrong. It was just a moment of weakness. I swear to god it won't happen again."

Feeling guilty and conflicted after Jungkook left, you realized he might have misunderstood, thinking there was still a chance but you were still determined to not give him another one. You knew you shouldn't have done what you did that night but God did it feel good. You knew for a fact that Jungkook had already ruined you sexually for any other men or your hands or even your vibrator. You tried doing it three times after breaking up with him but not once could you bring yourself to orgasm. You just gave up after the third time, just accepted the fact that you're not going to have an orgasm ever again. People live without having orgasms right?

That is why, when Jungkook stood so close to you last night, your body seemed to betray your intentions, and you found it hard to resist him. The lingering emotions and history between you both created a pull that was difficult to ignore.

As you cleaned up the kitchen after feeding Jungkook, you hoped he would leave soon. Knowing his tendencies, you knew he would try to sneak into your bed if you went to sleep while he was still there. So, you waited for the right moment to gather enough courage to kick him out. However, Jungkook had different plans in mind. Sneaking up behind you, he cornered you against the kitchen island, catching you by surprise. The close proximity left you heavy breathed and questioning your own decision.

In the heat of the moment, everything felt like a blur, and you couldn't recall who initiated the first move or who kissed whom first. It all happened so quickly. One second he was thanking you for the dinner, and the next, he was kissing you passionately, pulling you into the moment so deeply that you momentarily forgot about the complexities of your situation. You only remember how you were so desperate that neither of you even bothered undressing completely before he thrusted deep into you on that kitchen counter. You only remember cumming as he carried you to the couch and you rode him there. You only remember him slowly laying you down on your bed and making love to you.

"You're right, Jimin. I need to be stronger. I can't let him get to me like this. You know what? Next time, I'm not even going to look at his way if he shows up."

"Yes, that's the spirit. Ignore him like all those times he ignored you while flirting with that girl from the boba place." The expression of your face immediately turned sour after hearing his words. "I'm sorry. Too soon?" You only nodded in response.

"I can't believe I kept giving him chances after chances for so long. I should've listened to you in the first place; guys like Jungkook never change," you admitted, feeling regretful for not heeding Jimin's advice earlier. Reflecting on the past, you realized that you had been hopeful that Jungkook would change, but now you understood that some people's behaviors remain consistent despite the chances they are given.

"It's still not too late." As if on cue, there were a series of knocks on your front door, and you knew all too well who it was. The familiarity of Jungkook's knocking left you feeling a mix of emotions. Gosh, was it pathetic that you could tell Jungkook from the way he knocks? "Did you order something?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the look on your face.

"No. It's Jungkook."

"How do you know."

"I know." The knocks grew more impatient.

"Should we not open the door?"

"No. Let's ignore him." You said turning up the volume of your tv.

"Baby, did you change the locks? My key's not working." Instead of asking Jungkook to give back your keys you had settled for the less agonizing option and got your locks changed.

"Let's just pretend that we're not home," you suggested to your best friend. Hoping to avoid any confrontation, you both waited until the knocks finally stopped after what seemed like five minutes. Relieved, you thought your plan had worked, and you both resumed watching the movie. Unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend had other plans and was determined to come inside some other way if you didn't let him in.

Jungkook had never been one to give up easily, whether it was in sports, academics, or winning back his girlfriend. He was determined to do whatever it took to have you back in his arms. Realizing his mistakes, he was now ready to redeem himself. Jungkook had heard about grand romantic gestures that people used to prove their love, and he was determined to do the same for you. Some people run through airports to stop the love of their life, while others write a hundred letters to confess their love. In Jungkook's case, he was willing to risk his life and climb seven floors to reach you, showing the depth of his determination to make things right.

Both you and Jimin were startled as the silence was broken by loud knocks on your bedroom window. The sudden sound startled both you and Jimin as you looked at each other thinking the other might have the answer.

"Is that-?" Jimin couldn't even finish his sentence before you swiftly got up and ran towards your bedroom. It was indeed Jungkook hanging outside your bedroom window.

"Oh my god, Jungkook, are you fucking kidding me?" You quickly opened the windows, concerned that he might fall and get seriously hurt. Jimin followed you to your bedroom and raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. You were screaming at Jungkook while he tried to explain himself, hanging from the window.

"This is what I've always been talking about," you continued in frustration, "You always act like a fucking child, doing ridiculous things to get your way. It's just ridiculous. You can't always get whatever you want by pulling stunts like this. You could seriously get injured, you seem to have no regard for yourself or anyone else. I'm so fuc-"

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"

"None of your business. I want to talk to my girlfriend."

"Ex girlfriend."

"I said none of your business."

"Seriously, what the hell are you doing?" This time it was you asking, exasperated, as Jungkook continued to hang from the flimsy pipe outside your window. The precarious situation he put himself in only added to your frustration and concern.

"You weren't opening the door, what was I supposed to do?"

"NOT CLIMB UP THE FUCKING WALL LIKE A CREEP?"

"Can I please come in now? I don't think I can hold on to this pipe much longer." You and Jimin quickly helped the boy inside.

"Chim, can you please wait outside? I need to talk to him," you requested, and Jimin obliged, but not before warning Jungkook not to try anything or he would kick his ass. Jimin might have been smaller than your ex in size but damn that man can fight. With Jimin gone, you turned your attention back to Jungkook, ready to confront him about his reckless behavior and demand some answers.

"Care to explain yourself?"

"Baby, I miss you. So fucking much. You have no idea."

"This is insane. You have to know you're crossing a line, Jungkook. Not only are you acting like a fucking child, you're also putting your own life in danger."

"I know, I know I'm acting crazy. But how else do I show you how much you mean to me."

"Jungkook, if I meant to you that much you wouldn't make me feel like a shit in the first place."

"And I am sorry about that. I promise to be better, I wouldn't look at another woman ever again."

"Do you realize how many times we've had this conversation? It's too many, Jungkook," you expressed, "You always say the same things, but then you repeat the same mistakes all over again. I can't keep going back to you; it's just not healthy for either of us," you firmly stated, making it clear that you were determined to break this cycle and move on from the relationship.

"Baby, pl-" he walked closer to you only for you to back away.

"And you need to stop acting like this. You can't always act on impulse, you could've seriously hurt yourself."

"It's nothing. It's not that high anyway."

"It's seven floors."

"Actually, 8. I miscalculated, and well, you might wanna avoid Mrs. Katz for a while," Jungkook admitted with a hint of amusement in his voice. Despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn't help but laugh a little at his confession. Oh how much he had missed your laugh, he has always told you that you have the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard and to go without hearing it for more than a week? It's just torture.

"You have to leave."

"At least let-"

"No. Jungkook please, I can't do this. Not right now. You have to go," you said running your hands through your hair. "I miss you too, I really do. You have to understand that this is hard for me as well. And you doing all these things is not making anything easier. So please, for me, just leave." A single drop of tear fell down your left eye, you didn't have it in you anymore to back away as he walked toward you.

"Fine, I'll go now. But I won't stop," he declared, stopping right in front of you. "I won't stop until you realize that you're the one that I want. I won't stop until I convince you that you're the one for me, and I love you more than anything in this world. I'm not giving up on you, on us, baby. I don't care how long it takes, I'll beg you every day if I have to, but I won't stop until you come back to me."

His words were sincere, and you could see the determination in his eyes. A part of you desperately wanted to give in, to feel his embrace again, but you were also afraid. Afraid of going through the same cycle, afraid of getting hurt again. The conflict between your heart and mind was tearing you apart as you stood there, facing the man you still loved, but uncertain of what to do next.

He leaned closer, and you instinctively closed your eyes, expecting a kiss, but instead, you felt a light brush of his lips against your forehead. His touch was gentle, his thumbs wiping away your tears, and his lips seemingly kissing the tension away. He stayed like that for a few seconds, leaving you with mixed emotions as he showered you with affection. And with that, he left, not sparing a glance at the man in your living room. As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the love you still held for him and the need to protect yourself from potential heartache.

Like a good friend, Park Jimin didn't ask you any questions. He simply held you close, providing a comforting embrace as you sniffed against his chest all night.

*******

It's been almost a week since that conversation you had with Jungkook in your bedroom, and it's now apparent that you have a stalker. He's been following you around like a lost puppy for the better part of the week. At first, it was annoying, and you had frequent arguments with him about his behavior. But as the days passed, you've grown somewhat accustomed to his presence. Now, you mostly ignore him as he follows you around the city, giving him only the occasional side-eye before continuing with your daily routine.

Jungkook's constant presence has become both annoying and puzzling. You're not sure how he manages to track your every move or who leaked your information to him, but he seems to be everywhere. If you were riding the subway he was there sitting across you, if you were in a bar with your friends he was there scaring away all the guys that approached you, even when you were on office lunches he was sitting two tables away smiling at you. If it was anyone else it would have been creepy and you would hand them to the police but with Jungkook, sure it was annoying but also... Cute?

Sometimes he approaches you to say something or brings you flowers, while other times he simply waves at you from a distance or quietly observes you while you talk to your friends at a restaurant, much like he is doing now.

"Not to alarm you or anything but there's a really really hot but kinda creepy guy has been following us for 20 minutes now, I'm guessing more but I have only noticed him for 20," Mia was new in the city and in your office, she was also one of your only colleagues who has never seen Jungkook or didn't know who he was. Today you have taken Mia out for lunch and to show her around the city like she so politely asked you a few days ago.

"Don't look right now, but he's standing across the street, and he's looking right at you," Mia whispered, her tone laced with concern. "Should we lead him to the police station?"

Her words of concern brought a chuckle from you, which seemed to confuse Mia. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on you, as Jungkook's persistent presence had become a bizarre and somewhat amusing part of your daily life. While Mia saw him as a potential threat, you couldn't help but find his actions, however creepy they might be, somewhat endearing. You assured Mia that you could handle the situation and that there was no need to involve the police.

You turned around to see Jungkook holding a roughly wrapped bundle of sunflowers and waving at you as soon as your eyes met. Of course you didn't bother to wave back.

"Don't worry, he's... he's harmless."

"Do you know that guy?"

"Yeah... Well it wouldn't sound very good if I say it. He's my ex boyfriend."

"Oh my god. Is he stalking you? Shouldn't you report him or something?"

"Oh no, no. Like I said, Jungkook is very harmless. To others… Very harmful for himself, though," you added with a mix of concern and amusement as Jungkook clumsily ran to cross the street, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a car in the process.

As you and Mia continued walking, she looked back and forth between you and Jungkook, clearly unsure of how to react in this unusual situation. You could understand her confusion, as dealing with Jungkook's persistent presence was not something you had ever expected to be a part of your daily routine.

Jungkook finally spoke up when he got closer, saying, "I know you saw me."

"Then you must know that I'm ignoring you."

"You look gorgeous." The simple compliment caused a blush to creep up from your neck, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in response to Jungkook's words.

"I know."

"Babe, talk to me. Then I won't bother you the whole day. I promise." Jungkook's plea made you stop in your tracks, and even the girl beside you seemed surprised by your response, as you decided to give him a moment to talk.

"Fine. Talk," you said, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly signaling your skepticism but still willing to hear him out.

"Uhhh..." Jungkook hesitated, caught off guard by your willingness to listen. He struggled to find the right words, unsure of what to say beyond the usual apologies and expressions of missing you.

"These are for you." He said offering you the sunflowers. "You love them."

"You remember that?" It was surprising honestly, you weren't expecting Jungkook to remember some minute detail you mentioned in the passing.

What's more surprising is that Jungkook's eyes not once has drifted to the girl standing awkwardly beside you. To simply say that Mia was beautiful would be the understatement of the century. She was one of the most gorgeous women you've ever laid eyes on and had the body of a goddess. Honestly she made you doubt your sexuality for a second so the fact that Jungkook didn't even spare a glance at her was really surprising. Probably because he knows you'd be watching him like a hawk if he did but still, it's progress right?

"I do."

"By the way, this is Mia. My new colleague. Mia, this is Jungkook, my boyfrie...ex-boyfriend," you corrected yourself, catching Jungkook's reaction as his face seemed to brighten momentarily at your slip.

"I would say nice to meet you if you weren't being creepy and stalking us."

"He wasn't stalking us," you said, feeling a sudden urge to defend Jungkook, even though you were trying to keep your distance from him. "Stalking is a form of harassment, and I do not feel even slightly harassed by this man. He knows me and he wanted to talk to me, so he followed me here. You have no right to call him a stalker." Both Jungkook and Mia seemed taken aback by your strong defense of him.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know-"

"It's okay. Actually, there's the restaurant. I already made a reservation under my name. You should go in; I'll catch up with you in a sec," you said and Mia gave you a polite smile before walking towards the restaurant. As she left, you turned back to Jungkook and noticed his gaze fixed on you. There was no ogling of her ass as she walked away. Progress, you thought to yourself.

"What are you smiling at?"

"I love you." He said giving you those lovestruck puppy eyes.

"Shut up."

"You really do look gorgeous today," Jungkook said, and you couldn't help but look down at your simple outfit—a plain beige shirt and brown work pants. He thinks you look gorgeous in this boring ass outfit? You didn't think there was anything special about it. "You really do," he insisted. "I'm not just saying it to kiss up to you."

"What do you wanted to talk about?" you asked, brushing off his compliment and getting back to the point.

"You left some stuff at the apartment. They seem important. If you want I can bring them back to your place... or you can come by. Anytime." Your heart did drop a little. He wants you to pick your stuff up from his apartment? What happened to I'll try as long as it takes? Sure you're planning on getting those back anyway but hearing him say that... hurts a little.

"I can come pick them up. If you're around tonight. I'll also bring your key, I still have it." Why did saying it felt so official?

"Yeah cool..."

*******

Oh god it was so not cool. Jungkook was freaking the fuck out. The reality was sinking in, and it was not cool at all. You were going to pick up your stuff, and it felt like the official end was approaching. Until now, it felt like a temporary fight, where he could apologize and you'd come back to him. But now, it felt like a real breakup, and it was hitting him hard.

"Why the fuck did I have to say that? WHY THE FUCK? I'm such a fucking tool. I could have said anything, literally anything and what did I say? Pick your stuff up from my apartment. Why the fuck didn't I just get hit by that damn car instead?"

"Kook, calm down."

"What the fuck you mean calm down? She's gonna be here in two hours or something and she's gonna take the last pieces of her from this apartment and my miserable life and then she's gonna move on while I'll probably die alone because I can't ever love anybody as much as I love her." By the end of his rant all three of his hyungs were looking at him with mouth hung open.

"Bro, you've got issues."

"You think?" Jungkook sarcastically asked as he paused his pacing around the living room for a moment. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok, Jungkook's best friends, were gathered around him in the living room as the youngest ranted to them for an hour. Jungkook had called them as soon as he got back to his apartment, seeking their help to salvage the remaining pieces of his love life. True to their friendship, they all showed up within an hour. However, so far, none of them had been even slightly helpful, and Jungkook was now two bottles of wine down.

"Here's an idea," Hoseok offered. "Don't open the door when she comes here, she's gonna think you invited her and forgot, hence she can't take her stuff." All three men looked at Hoseok.

"Yes, Kook. And punch her dog while you're at it." Namjoon scoffed.

"At least I'm giving some advice. You guys are useless."

"Yes, Hobi hyung. And I appreciate that. But she already has a key she's just gonna get in and take her stuff and leave."

Yoongi finally broke his silence, offering his perspective. "You know what, JK? If she can't already see the efforts, maybe she's not worth it. You already spent a week following her around like a puppy, and she doesn't have the decency to acknowledge your efforts?" His words held a hint of frustration, clearly disappointed in your lack of response to Jungkook's attempts to win you back.

"She has every right to be mad at me. I was a horrible boyfriend. A week is nothing, even if it takes a year I'm still gonna try to do everything I can. And what efforts? All I've done is stalk her around, probably even made her uncomfortable."

"I agree with Yoongi, Jungkook. Maybe it's a sign that you should consider moving on," Namjoon gently suggested, feeling sympathy for his young friend. He had never seen Jungkook so frustrated and heartbroken before; usually, he has always been the life of the party, bringing joy to everyone around him. Witnessing him like this was truly disheartening.

"No, you guys don't understand. I love her. You know why I was always carefree about the future? Because I always knew it was her, I don't care what I do or what I am as long as its with her. She's it for me and I want her by my side for my whole life. I want to be hers more than I want to be anything. I want children, I want a dog, I want a marriage, I want everything with her and if she's not in the future I don't know what I am anymore. I don't know who I am without her." Jungkook's monologue has left everyone speechless and in awe.

"Dude you wanna get married? I never pegged you to be the one to get married?"

"Not right away but in the future, yes. Only if it's to her tho. I don't want anyone else."

"Wow... Never thought Jeon Jungkook would have children in his future." Yoongi knew him the longest and all through his fuckboy phase so it was hardest to digest for Yoongi.

"Well not anymore. The mother of my children wants a divorce."

"Did you say all that to her?" asked Namjoon.

"What?"

"That little speech you just gave? Does she know all that?"

"No... I guess we never got to talk about all those things. I realised all this after the break up anyway."

"Then tell her. Tell her everything you just said, exactly how you said it."

It was easier said than done. You arrived with a knock on his door an hour after the boys left. An hour which Jungkook spent cleaning every surface of his apartment so you wouldn't notice how pathetic his life has gotten after you left.

Upon seeing you walk into his apartment, Jungkook's mouth went dry. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you looked, even in the simplest of outfits. He still has no idea how you manage to look so beautiful in the dullest outfits ever. Your dress modestly covered your legs, and your top had a conservative neckline, not even a hint of cleavage was seen yet you still managed to radiate a captivating charm.

You were also wearing little to no makeup. He did not want to be one of those boyfriends who bragged about their girlfriends looking pretty without makeup but if it was a compitition he'd win. If situations was different he would have made a joke about you going to the church but he stops himself.

"You want some wine?" Jungkook asked.

"Sure. Did you clean the place?"

"Uh...oh yeah. Just a little." He replied pouring wine in two glasses and brought them out to you. You had to mentally remind yourself that this wasn't a romantic date; you were just here to pick up your belongings. Being back in his apartment after such a long time stirred up mixed emotions, and you couldn't help but feel your heart racing.

You took a sip of the wine, only to find it tasted terrible, and you immediately spit it out, making a disgusted face.

"Oh my god, is this the wine we tried making at home?"

"Yes."

"It's awful," you said, both of you bursting into laughter. "Oh my god, why do you still have this? Throw it out, it's literally trash."

"Nah… I like it sometimes… it goes well with that cheese you tried making," he said with a playful grin, recalling a failed culinary experiment from your past. The two of you shared a knowing look, the memories of your shared moments flooding back.

"Noooo that's disgusting... I can't believe you still eat that." You continued laughing. Ok focus, you're not here to have fun.

"Only sometimes... when I miss you." He said and your laughs stopped. "Baby I-"

"So? Where is all my thing?" You ask, completely ignoring the nickname.

"I'm sorry I didn't pack anything." Because I don't want to let you go. "Some of your clothes are still in the laundry room. We can start there." You headed to the compact laundry room, which was conveniently connected to his bathroom. Jungkook trailed behind you in silence as you began sifting through the sizable laundry baskets, searching for your clothes among the various items.

The atmosphere was a mix of awkwardness and nostalgia. Memories of the times you spent together flooded your mind as you touched the familiar fabrics. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand and not get lost in emotions that might cloud your judgment.

"Koo, you mixed up the dirty and clean basket again," you said, using the old nickname almost instinctively. Jungkook's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but notice the fondness in your voice as you gently pointed out his little mistake.

"Did I?"

"Yeah. Blue one is for the dirty laundry, and the white one is for the washed clothes. You mixed them all up, and now you'll have to wash 'em again," you said, teasingly holding up a definitely used Calvin Klein underwear from the clean laundry basket. It felt oddly domestic, and a sense of nostalgia washed over you. Part of you wanted to spend a little more time just doing this with him, the way you used to when you were together.

"Did you try washing my clothes?" You asked picking up your white, well now pink t shirt with your hands.

"I wanted to do something nice."

"That's sweet of you, but there's a reason I told you not to do the laundries. I do the laundries and you do…" You paused, catching yourself before you continued talking as if you were still a couple. It was a slip, and you needed to remind yourself of the reality. You were here to pack your clothes and leave, not to discuss how to divide chores between couples.

"Well you're not here anymore. So I do the laundries and I do the dishes."

"Right... I'll seperate my clothes and then pack them." As you started sorting through the clothes, memories flooded back when your hands grabbed a certain grey t-shirt. Tears welled up in your eyes, that t-shirt held significant meaning in your relationship. It was the first time you stayed at Jungkook's place, and he had given you that t-shirt to wear. You loved it so fucking much that you still wore it often. It represented a sweet and intimate moment between the two of you. Despite the emotions it stirred, you simply placed the t-shirt in his pile of clothes.

"What are you doing? That's your t shirt." He picked it up to put it back in your pile.

"No, it's yours."

"Yes but I gave it to you because you love it."

"Well we're not a couple anymore so I'm giving it back. How are we supposed to move on if-"

"Why are you so fixated on that?"

"On what?"

"On moving on." This was the first time after the break up you were seeing a glimmer of anger in Jungkook's eyes as he walked around the counter to come to your side.

"Well we have to move on, don't we? We can't keep living in the past."

"It's not the past yet. I still love you and you still love me. And don't you fucking say that you don't. Because you do."

"Well it doesn't matter. Love is not enough to work a relationship, Jungkook. We are not compatible."

"And who decided that? You? You suddenly know everything about compatibility?"

"Can't you see? We are fucking fighting over a fucking t shirt."

"No it's not about a t-shirt, we are fighting over the fact that you're giving up on our 3 years relationship so easily like it meant nothing to you."

"Easily? Do you think any of this is easy for me, Jungkook? Do you think I just want to fucking break your heart because I just want to give up? Do you have any idea how much courage it took for me to fucking walk into this apartment just to walk out for your life?"

"Well you could have fooled me. It sure as hell look like you don't give a flying fuck about us right now?"

"I don't give a fuck? How dare you say that? I have given the most fucks about this relationship out of the two of us." Your voices raised in intensity as you found yourselves in close proximity, chests nearly touching, and only a few inches of space between your faces. Despite the heated argument, you couldn't help but notice how his chest was heaving from all the emotions, and how strikingly handsome he looked tonight.

Jungkook was so angry that he had no idea what he was saying anymore. He was just venting his frustration and shouting whatever came to mind in the heat of the moment. But your mind had drifted away from deciphering his words. Instead, you found yourself fixated on his lips, the way the little freckle moved up and down with his lips, and how his hands gestured frantically as he tried to make his point. The intensity of the moment seemed to fade away, and you were lost in the small details that had once been so familiar to you.

"You know what? You're such a hypocrite. You've nagged me all this time for not making efforts, and now you don't even acknowledge any of them. Do you have any idea how cruel you are-?" Unlike last time, this time you remember who made the first move. You took him by surprise, grabbing his gray hoodie to pull him closer. It was you who pulled him down and pressed his lips against your own. The kiss was intense, filled with a mixture of frustration, love, and longing. In that moment, all the pent-up emotions seemed to find release, and you found yourself melting into each other's embrace, at least for a brief moment.

Jungkook doesn't know what the hell took over you, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. No. It only took him a mere second to acknowledge the situation, but once he did, his arms were already around your waist, pulling you closer than physically possible. The intensity of the moment, the rush of emotions, it all felt overwhelming and right at the same time. The world seemed to fade away as you both embraced, holding on tightly to each other as if afraid to let go. It was a moment of surrender, a moment of pure vulnerability, and for that moment, everything else ceased to exist.

The silent laundry room filled up with the sound of lips smacking each other. And both of you trying to breath between your kisses. Kissing Jungkook has always been a treat in itself, you have had your fair share of lovers before Jungkook but none of them had ever kissed you like he did. Kissing with them was always sort of a task that you would have to go through until both of your clothes were off but not with him. With him kissing itself was such an amazing experience, you could and you had spent hours just kissing those lips, that's how good of a kisser Jungkook was.

Jungkook didn't only kiss with his lips; he kissed with his whole body. His hands explored every inch of your skin that was available to him. One hand was tracing the curve of your hips while the other moved up your back, sending shivers down your spine. The gentle squeeze of his hand on your ass elicited soft moans from you, and you felt your body responding to his touch in all the ways it used to when you were together. The physical connection between you two was undeniable, and it was as if no time had passed since your last intimate encounter.

Without breaking your kisses for a second, Jungkook swiftly picked you up and placed you on the counter, not caring that the laundry baskets fell to the floor. The kisses became more desperate and fervent, his tongue demanding authority inside your mouth. It was as if all the pent-up emotions and desires from the past week were being unleashed in this passionate moment, and neither of you could resist the pull of each other's lips and bodies.

"Wait, wait," You pulled away, panting with droopy eyes from the intensity of the moment. Your small hands gently pushed against his chest when he tried to lean in again. "What are we doing?" you asked, seeking clarity amidst the intoxicating rush of emotions and desire.

"I think, I think we are making out."

"No I mean... I'm not here to do this. This is not right."

"Who cares?" Jungkook shrugged, capturing your lips in another kiss. One much shorter than the previous.

"I do."

"Do you want this?"

"I do...but-" you were cut off by his plump lips.

"Let's talk about it later then... I miss you."

"I miss you too," you whispered, giving in to the overwhelming emotions and desires that filled the air between you both. With those words, you granted Jungkook the permission he needed to take things further. In that moment, you embraced the vulnerability of being human, unable to resist the pull of his charm and the way his body ignited your own.

His hands eagerly roamed along your back, searching for the zipper that must be hidden somewhere on the dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your breath hitched as you felt his fingers deftly find the zipper's pull. The anticipation of what was to come next filled the air, and time seemed to slow down as he slowly, teasingly, pulled the zipper down.

"How was the meeting with the reverend?" He finally made the joke he had been dying to say all evening, making you smack his chest slightly

"Shut up. I thought if I didn't look hot, I'd make it easy on you." you playfully responded, justifying your choice of the dark green dress that covered most of your body.

"Are you kidding me? You can never not look hot. You are feeding my sexy liberarian fantasies." Ignoring his comment you started unzipping his gray hoodie revealing the white wife beater underneath.

"Meals you can skip, gym you can't?" You commented admiring the muscles adorning his shoulders chest and biceps. You shivered when his hand suddenly reached under your dress to caress your bare thighs. Close to your core which you were sure was practically drenched now.

"Can I take this off?" All you could do was nod in response and he ripped your dress off of you in mere seconds. "Gosh, baby, you're so beautiful." Jungkook whispered looking at your mismatched pair of cotton underwear. "Look at you... dripping already. You got this wet just with my kisses?" You shook your head in agreement as he gaped at your clothed pussy. A very noticeable and big patch of wetness covering your panties right at the centre. "I missed playing with your pussy so much. Did it miss me too, Baby?" Once again all you could do was nod when his fingers slowly started tracing shape on your clit. "Words, sweetheart."

"Yes... it missed you. Please do something, Koo." The way you mewled out the words sent blood rushing towards his already hard cock. That was all the encouragement he needed to push your panties to the side. His face lit up at the sight of your dewy folds. Slick dripping between the slit.

"What do you want first?"

"Fingers. I want your fingers." Jungkook quickly moved to take off his rings but you stopped him. "Fuck me with them." Jungkook almost came at your words, you never told him before that you liked getting off with his rings.

"You like the cold metal?" You couldn't answer the question as he started playing with the bundle of nerves, pinching it occasionally. All your words turned into whimpers. "Look your pussy baby. Begging of my fingers." He smirked before slowly entering your folds with his middle fingers.

"Ah... baby." You shakily reach out with your hand to bring his face near your chest. He seemed to understand the assignment as he quickly started nibbling at the skin of your breast, pulling down the cups to release your nipples which were now hard like pebbles.

Jungkook had a way of eliciting reactions from you as if it were the first time every time, despite having experienced it countless times over the past three years. It amazed you how he could still have such an impact on you after all this time.

"I missed having your tits on my face." Jungkook murmured before quickly taking one in his mouth. You moaned out incoherent words when his ring finger joined his middle finger inside your cunt. Thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hands found solace in Jungkook's hair as he continued leaving kisses all across your chest.

You let out a tiny whimper in protest when his fingers pulled out from you. He brought them up to his lips and gave them a suck, eyes looking deeply in your half closed once.

"Shhh don't worry, baby. I just want more access." You understood what he meant when he pulled you up easily with one hand to take off your panties and throwing it somewhere in the laundry room. "You know, you taste just as sweet as day one." He picked up some of your slick on his fingers and brought them closer to your lips. "Taste baby, taste how devine you are." You took his fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean. Jungkook's cock was now as hard as a rock. He quickly took one of your hands and guided them to his clothed boner in order to get some relief. Like muscle memory your your hands quickly started working on his crotch. Squeezing it just the right amount.

"Wanna suck your cock." You quickly said.

"Later. Let me have this cunt for now." He quickly bent down on his knees to swipe his tongue up your slit pulling out a sudden loud moan from you. "Yes baby. Keep screaming." He said before leaning forward and getting to work, lapping at your juices like a dog dying from thirst.

His two long fingers went back inside your seeping hole as his tongue started flicking your clit. His free hand grabbed your thigh and put it on his shoulder. You were halfway hanging from the counter and practically sitting on Jungkook's face. Jungkook on the other hand was in his heaven right now. Imagine two of the most favourite things to mankind, ass and pussy and then imagine being buried in them, Jungkook thought if he died right now right here, it would be the best death.

Your hips started moving in circular motion as you ground your pussy against his face. Hands tugging at his raven locks. His nose occasionally bumped against your clit. You looked down at the scene in front of you, Jungkook's eyes looking up at you and his mouth ate away at your pussy. The look of his face trapped between your thighs was so filthy that you almost came from it only.

His tongue had now replaced your fingers in poking and prodding inside your walls. His hand came around your hips to rub at your clit.

Jungkook loved eating your pussy and it showed. The way his eyes closed in pleasure only by bringing you close to your orgasm. He was a very selfless lover, he found pleasure in pleasing you and he could spend days licking your juices and playing with your pussy. Right now his goal was to make you cum, if you squirt then it would be a bonus.

"I'm close, Koo. Lick my clit please." And like the always obedient lover, he did. Fingers parting your pussy lips and tongue getting back to licking the bundle of nerves, lips wrapping around it to give it a suck now and then. The sounds you were making were pornographic to say the least. You were sure you sounded like one of those girls making high pitched noises in the porn videos but you couldn't help it. Jungkook made you behave like a whore and you loved it. You loved screaming his name and you loved making these obscene sounds, and Jungkook loved it even more.

"Koo, I'm cumming." You cried out. He started licking even faster at your words, helping you reach the high faster. His heart jumped with joy when he saw the juices coming out of you. He did it, he made you squirt. Your legs quivered around him as you came down from his high. He didn't stop there. He licked you until you were clean and drank every single droplet of your arousal. You were shaking from the orgasm and the oversensitivity you felt in your pussy.

With one last kiss to the hood of your clit Jungkook came up and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss. You were determined to pleasure him like he did you. Shaking hands fidgeting with his clothes as you tugged at his lip ring with your teeth.

"Slow down baby." He helped you take of his wife beater.

"Can't. Want your cock." You were once again drunk on arousal. Your hands worked as quick as they could after that earth shattering orgasm to pull out his cock from his sweatpants. Mouth watering at the sight once it finally did.

Jungkook had the most beautiful and delicious cock you have ever seen. It was long and thick with just the perfect mushroom tip, which was now swollen and red and leaking from precum. The veins in his cock were imitating the veins on his arms, ready to pop any minute. Your thumb already started doing its job by spreading the precum all over his tip.

The groan he let out as your hand played with his cock was very loud. Almost as if giving you a warning.

"Is baby a cockslut?" He asked, reaching out to trace your lips with his tumba. The same thumb that was rubbing your clit only a minute ago.

"Only for you."

"Yes. Only mine."

"Wanna suck your cock." You pleaded once again.

"Go ahead, babygirl. Do whatever you want." You took that as permission to sink down on your knees and come face to face with his throbbing penis which was begging for your attention. Your hands stroked him slowly up and down and tongue came out to tease the top. "Don't tease, baby." You giggles once he used his heavy tip slap you slightly.

You looked up at him, making the most innocent face as you collected some spit in your mouth and then spit on his cock to lather it up with some slick. You slowly took the warm tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like a lollipop.

"Just like that, babe." Jungkook sighed out and his words arrange you to take him in inch by inch until he was in your throat. One of your hands came up to play with his balls. His moans were now louder working as your inspiration to please him more. You loved the way he said your name. Moaned your name like you were some goddess that he was praying to.

Your head started bobbing up and down as you took him in and out of your mouth. Tongue continuously playing with the warm slit on tip of his cock.

"Fuck my mouth." You said once you took him out completely.

"You sure?" You only responded with a nod and that was all the answer that he needed to grab the back of your head and start thrusting in your mouth. You angled your teeth in a way you knew he loved. In a way that they grazed his shaft enough to feel but not enough to hurt. His tip was bumping at the back of your throat as one of your hand kept playing with his balls.

He pulled out of your mouth too soon to your liking and you gave him a questioning look.

"I'll cum if we kept going. I wanna cum in your pussy." Jungkook did not take one more second to pull you up and bend you against the counter. Fingers once again playing with your entrence to make sure you were wet enough to enter. "Look at you. You are wet again already, baby. Such a fucking whore." Although his words might have offended you naturally but right now they just added to your arousal. "My little whore wants to get fucked?" His hands digging in the flesh of your ass, slapping it to make it jiggle.

"Yes, Kookie. Please, fuck me." You begged, splayed out on your front on the cold counter. His cock was running along your pussy, poking in your slit but not really entering. "Stop teasing me you, asshole." You screamed earning a chuckle from the man behind you.

"This is what you get for being so mean to me." The loud smack that came at the flesh of your ass was very unexpected. "Tell me you forgive me and I'll fuck you." He bargained.

"No." Another smack making you yelp out from pleasure and pain. Your cunt once again was dripping from your arousal and this asshole was doing absolutely nothing about it. Wasn't he turned on too?

"Say or I won't fuck you."

"You're an asshole"

"That's not the answer."

"Fine. I forgive you. Just fuck me, please." Jungkook laughed at the way you begged.

"See. It wasn't that hard." He finally sink into you. A synchronised moan escaped the both of you once he was completely inside. "So warm and tight, baby. The best pussy ever."

"Jungkook, faster." You moaned and he obliged instantly. Your ass jiggling as he started snapping into you in a fast rhythm. His cock was hitting you in all the right places, he had found your g-spot instantly. One of his hands sneaked to the front to rub your clit as the other pulled you back and held you against his chest.

You hiked one of your legs up on the counter to get better angle and feel all of him in all the right places. Jungkook kept grunting in your ear, letting out words of encouragement, telling you how good you were holding up and how wonderful your pussy was.

Your breast bounced up and down as he pulled out of you and pushed in with equal force. His fingers kept rubbing and flicking your clit side to side and soon you were close to your climax.

"Jungkook I'm close."

"Hold it."

"Can't," you were cut off by your own moan at another hit against your g spot. "Can't hold it for long."

"Just for a little, baby. I'm close too." His hand turns your jaw sideways to capture your lips, drinking all of your moans. Just a few thrusts of his later he was almost there. "On the count of 3, ok baby?" You nodded against his lips.

"One." He slapped your clit, earning a loud moan from you.

"Two." His hand tucked and pinched at your nipples.

"Three." With one final thrust the both of you came down from your climax with a loud scream.

"Oh god I love you. I love you so much baby." Jungkook said as his seeds filled your pussy up to the brim.

*******

"What are you doing?" Jungkook looked at you confusingly as you pulled on your clothes 15 minutes after having sex with him. Although he did clean you up there was still some of his cum inside you right now.

"I can't go out naked."

"Why do you have to go out?"

"Because I don't live here? We are still broken up, Jungkook." Your words hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What? But we... we just had sex... you said you forgave me."

"Don't act like you never said anything to get whatever you want." You said looking for your panties. "Where the fuck are my panties?"

"What do you m- did you just say that to have sex with me?" He said as you looked for another pair of panties in the laundry basket. "I feel so used right now."

"Don't be dramatic."

"But baby... I thought we made up. Please don't leave now."

"Jungkook... You want to win me back? Do it without sex. The sex was amazing but I'm sorry it did not solve anything. I still feel the same and you still haven't gave me any assurance."

"So we're still broken up?"

"Yes. I'll pickup my things some other time. I'm leaving." He sighed knowing there was no point in arguing. You were nothing if not stubborn.

"At least let me drop you off. It's getting late."

"It's ok. I called Taehyung when you were in the bathroom. He's already outside probably." You said, checking the time in you wrist watch.

"Fucking Taehyung." Jungkook muttered under his breath.

"Bye, Jungkook. Don't torture yourself, please."

*******

"Oh the walk of shame." Taehyung teased you when you walked out of a certain apartment building to his awaiting car.

"Shut up, Tae. If I wanted to be judged, I'd have called Jimin." Taehyung was your other best friend, and although you hadn't known each other for long, he quickly warmed his way into your heart. Ironically, you met Taehyung through Jungkook; he was Namjoon's cousin. However, now he was closer to you and Jimin than he was to Jungkook. You first met Taehyung at a club where Jungkook had dragged you with his office friends. Despite hitting on you initially, he politely backed off when you declined, and you both ended up spending the rest of the night talking and bonding over feeling neglected by the people who dragged you to the club.

"He's going to have field day with this." Taehyung chuckled as he drove away from the building.

"That's why we're not telling him."

"Fine by me, if you think you can lie to him."

"Oh god. What did I do?"

"Look, babe. I don't know what to say, you clearly still love him and he's clearly still obsessed with you. You are only torturing yourself by trying to stay away from him."

"I just... It's not enough you know. I know he loves me, more than anything but if I get back with him who's to say a week later he just won't go back to his usual self? I'm just scared Taehyung, I just don't want to get hurt. I don't want to be one of those women in the future who just sits at home and waits for her husband while he's out their flirting with a waitress or something."

"I just hope you'd stop hurting. Nothing else." He gave you a sympathetic smile and held your hand for the whole drive.

*******

Life can be cruel, and it seemed like the universe wasn't on your side. You want something so much and when you'd finally have it, you don't want it anymore. You had wanted space from Jungkook and asked for it repeatedly, but now that he had given you that space for the past six days, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was missing from your life. It was as if a big piece of your heart was absent, and you found yourself longing for his presence once again.

Six days had passed since you left Jungkook's place in Taehyung's car, and during that time, he hadn't reached out to you even once. There were no phone calls, no text messages, and no unexpected appearances at random places. It felt strange and unfamiliar not having him actively pursuing you, and it only added to the confusion and uncertainty swirling in your mind.

Every time you made a turn or entered a cafe, a part of you half-expected Jungkook to be there, waving at you with that familiar, endearing smile on his face. But each time, you found yourself disappointed as there was no sign of him. The absence of his constant presence was both a relief and a pang of longing, leaving you torn between wanting to move on and wanting him to come back into your life.

Wasn't this what you wanted? For him to stop obsessing over you and move on with his life? However, now that he had seemingly taken a step back, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A part of you wanted him to fight for you, to prove that he was willing to change and make things work. Another part of you longed for his familiar presence and the comfort that came with it.

"Did you hear any of the words I just said?" Mia asked you and you gave her a guilty smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little preoccupied today."

"Is this about Jungkook again?"

"I'm so sorry... I think this is a very bad idea. I really don't want to disrespect your friend." When Mia suggested the double date with her boyfriend and their friend a few days ago you were very skeptical about it. You didn't want to get into anything right now with the mess that your head was but after discussing it with Jimin and Taehyung, they convinced you that you should go, to take your mind off of things for a bit. Double dates are nothing serious, it was just a way to lighten up your mood. Although now you were regretting the whole ordeal. You shouldn't have come here. Not only was your mood very sour but it was also very evident on your face.

"Oh no. You wouldn't. Trust me. Actually the thing is Chris is going through a bad breakup as well and Jisung and I thought you could, you know help each other out or something."

"That's very sweet of you, Mia. But you sure I wouldn't ruin the whole thing?"

"Oh don't worry at all. And even if it does not go well nothing will be ruined between us. We'll laugh about it later." You gave her a grateful smile when she rubbed your hands.

A few seconds later, the bell of the restaurant rang, and two very attractive men walked in. As the woman beside you stood up, you realized that they were your dates. Mia quickly introduced you to her boyfriend Jisung and your date Chris. You were relieved that Chris wasn't at least horrible looking, and you hoped you could get through this one date.

"Wow, they did not mention how beautiful you are," Chris said as he shook your hand and took the seat in front of you. You couldn't help but wonder how many times he used this line, but then you reminded yourself that not every guy is a player. For all you know, Chris could be a very sweet guy who was genuinely complimenting you.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," you replied with a polite smile. "You don't look so bad yourself."

As the conversation flowed, you found yourself getting more comfortable around Chris. He was easy to talk to, which helped lighten your mood. But despite being a genuinely sweet guy, you couldn't help but compare Chris to Jungkook. Whether it was the way he spoke, sat, or even called for the waiter, Chris lacked the same level of confidence that Jungkook possessed. Even on your first date, Jungkook had a way of making you feel like you had known him forever.

You observed that Chris couldn't hold a candle to Jungkook when it came to a sense of humor. While Jungkook was effortlessly funny, Chris tended to build up to a joke too much, and it often fell flat, leaving you with no choice but to give him pity laughs.

You had to consciously remind yourself to stop comparing this man to your ex boyfriend. Chris might not be as funny, or confident, or curious, or smart, or handsome, or cute, or witty, or energetic, or adventurous, or a good wine orderer as Jungkook but he was still a decent person. Perhaps, if you gave him a chance, things could potentially go well. It was essential to keep an open mind and not let your past experiences cloud your judgment.

The mention of your name from the man in front of you snapped you out of your train of thoughts. "So, tell me something about yourself," he said, and you suddenly realized that all three pairs of eyes were expectantly on you. Not knowing exactly what to say, you started talking about your work. With Jungkook, this was never an issue; conversation always flowed effortlessly, even in the early stages of your relationship.

"Oh… um well, I recently got promoted to a junior copywriter in our advertising company," you replied, giving him a small smile.

"No none of the boring work stuff. Tell me about yourself. What are your interests?" he asked, and you were slightly surprised by his directness. Didn't Mia mention he was going through a breakup as well? Must have been one happy breakup if he was still so cheerful.

"I... I like horror movies."

"Oh, I can't stand horror movies," Chris replied. Jungkook, on the other hand, loved horror movies. Every weekend, the two of you would go watch horror films or shows and then mock the scary scenes together. He adored seeing you jump at the jump scares and relished the opportunity to hold you close in his arms to "console" you.

"Then what kind of movies do you like?"

"I'm more into non-fiction and political cinema, and occasionally documentaries," he said. His response didn't exactly excite you, and you wondered if he was just trying to impress you or if his taste in movies was genuinely that dull. If it was the former he was doing a very bad job.

"Prude," Mia's boyfriend, Jisung, let out a cough, and it actually made you laugh, realizing it might be the first time you've genuinely laughed during this date. Normally, Jungkook would have already… No, no more thinking about Jungkook.

"I think it's adorable that Chris gets his jollies from 'our planet'." You laughed again, finding some amusement in the conversation. This date might end up being a little more bearable after all.

Finding an opening, you slipped into a conversation with Mia and Jisung instead of focusing solely on Chris. You couldn't help but awe at how adorable of a couple Mia and Jisung were. They recently celebrated their 1-year anniversary. Jisung was much younger but despite the age difference, they seemed so happy and in love. They reminded you so much of you and Jungkook. While Jungkook might not have been younger than you, he was definitely the more mischievous and playful one in the relationship, while you tended to be more responsible and level-headed.

"Do you happen to know the guy sitting behind you? Because he has been glaring at me like I just stole his kids and traded them for wool," Chris said, catching Mia's attention first. She turned around, and you followed suit, curious to see who was giving Chris such a fierce look.

To your surprise, it was none other than Jeon Jungkook sitting at the table behind you, and he wasn't alone. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon were with him. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his, and a myriad of emotions surged through you, but one was the most overwhelming of them all. Guilt.

Regret washed over you as you realized the impact your decision to go on this date had on Jungkook. His hurt expression tugged at your heartstrings, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for putting yourself in this situation. It was clear that this double date was a mistake, and you were left grappling with your emotions and the consequences of your choices.

Feeling overwhelmed and needing a moment alone, you excused yourself from the table without waiting for any response from the others. You rushed through the restaurant, trying to find a washroom where you could collect your thoughts and emotions. The encounter with Jungkook had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had intentionally come here like he did that past week or if it was just actually a coincidence.

"So we're dating other people now?" He sounded hurt when he stepped in behind you in the restroom.

"Kook, this is not what it looks like."

"I'm not mad. I'm just surprised."

"You're not?"

"Maybe a little."

"Where were you for the past six days?" You turned the question on him.

"So I disappear for a week and you start dating someone else. Thought it would take at least 30 days to move on from a 3 year relationship." His remark was bitter but you knew where he came from.

"Kook, it's not what it looks like," you said, stepping closer to him, feeling the need to explain yourself even though you knew you didn't owe him anything. After all, you were not together anymore, and it had been almost three weeks since the breakup.

"By the way I didn't disappear because I was giving up on us. I was just trying to give you some space. Our friends forced me to give you some space," He said "I wouldn't have if I knew..."

"Jungkook,"

"What's his name?"

"Don't do this to yourself."

"What does he do? I mean we can still be friends right? I know it-" you cut of his words by pressing your lips against his in a very soft kiss.

"Koo, you presence was not so insignificant in my life that I'd forget you in a week." Your words brought a hint of smile on his lips. He let out a sigh in relief.

"Oh thank God, I thought I lost you to that leprechaun."

"Hey," you scolded him. "I swear to god if you pick a fight with him on the way out, I'll whoop your ass."

"That would be so hot." There he was. Your precious Jungkook.

"But we're still not back together." The smile left his face as soon as it came. "Kook... I'm still not yours but... Make me. I'm willing to give you another chance but... You have to assure me that it will be worth it. Win me back and I'm yours."

"I will, baby. I'll show you how devoted I am." With one last kiss on your lips he left the restroom.

As Jungkook left the restroom with a newfound sense of hope and determination, you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was ready to face the challenge of winning you back with all his heart.

As you returned to the table, Mia and Chris looked at you curiously. "Is everything okay?" Mia asked with concern.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just had a little chat."

Chris raised an eyebrow playfully. "A little chat, huh? Well, I hope it was a good one."

You glanced back at the restroom door, feeling a mix of emotions inside you. "Yeah, it was," you replied, your heart a little lighter than before.

*******

And the cycle began anew on the following day. The affectionate text messages resumed, starting from the sweet 'good morning' greetings to heartfelt 'I love you's. You received a bouquet of a 100 sunflowers on your desk with a note that only read 'because roses are cliche'. He sent boba at your office because you hated coffee and he sent you sushi's from your favourite restaurant.

It was like a cycle. Once again he was following you around the city but this time you didn't roll your eyes at him, didn't cuss him out or ask him to leave you alone. You even heard from Jimin and Taehyung that Jungkook deleted his Snapchat and Instagram. Jimin was the most shocked one at the news. 'Oh my god is Jungkook actually trying to redeem himself?'

You laughed as Jungkook ran after your subway because he was a minute too late and couldn't get in as it left the station. But like the lovely ex-girlfriend you were you decided to get off on the next station to wait for him. And like you expected 10 minutes later a you saw Jungkook running down the stairs, eyes looking for you. Quickly running up to you when he found you.

"Did you run here?" He didn't answer you but only because he was too busy catching his breath.

"There are trains only two minutes apart."

"I...I know that" He said between catching his breath. "But that... would not... have been very romantic."

"And what if I didn't get off at this station."

"I would run to your office."

"You're crazy."

"Only for you."

One more week goes by with Jungkook showing you in every way how much you mean to him. You were finally starting to get the assurance and security that you have always craved for your relationship. You were finally starting to see the depths of Jungkook's devotion. The smile on your face now was just a constant. And there were only two reasons for it, Jungkook and thoughts of Jungkook.

"So, how's everything going with your crazy stalker ex?" One night Jimin playfully commented when you him and Taehyung were spending it at your place.

"Don't call him crazy."

"Fine. How's your completely sane stalker ex?" You only roll your eyes but soon started smiling widely. "Oh my god guys... He's the sweetest. I don't think I've seen him putting this much efforts in to anything like ever."

"Yeah, Namjoon says he's so whipped for you that it's disgusting." Taehyung's comment makes you blush. "So? When are you getting back together with him."

"I don't know. I mean I know. But, I don't know, should I initiate it? Should I wait for him to ask me again? Should I ask him to ask me again?"

"Don't think too much about it. If you wanna be with him, be with him." Taehyung being the ever level headed one said.

"I say make him work some more. That man had you going crazy for three years, the least jail time he deserves is three months." Jimin said sipping on his margarita.

"Don't listen to, Jimin. In fact call him right now."

"No, don't call him right now. This is our night. Don't be a simp."

"Did you guys bet against me and Jungkook?" You asked looking between both of your friends who looked like deers caught in a headlight. "Who else?"

"Just Jimin and I... and Namjoon and Yoongi and Hoseok." You gasped dramatically at your unbelievable friends.

"If either of you win, I want my cut."

The next day you were surprised to not see the usual series of morning texts that you get from Jungkook. There were no flowers outside your doorstep or your desk. Nobody sent you boba or lunch and you could say that you were having a very Jungkook less day today. The lack of your cute stalker ex has taken a toll on your mood and you found yourself becoming increasingly snappy and cranky with others, unable to shake off the disappointment and longing for his attention. This made you realise how much accustomed you have become to Jungkook.

You looked longingly at your phone but there was nothing, still no text, no calls. You could always be the mature one and call him to see what was the matter but a part of you hesitated, not wanting to appear too eager or like you were desperately missing him. After all, he had been the one pursuing you, and you didn't want to reverse those roles.

Soon it was time to get off from work, and with a series of goodbyes and good evenings you quickly left your office, You couldn't help but wonder if Jungkook would be waiting for you outside, just like he used to do. However, as you stepped out, there was no sign of him, and the reality sank in that he wasn't there. Still holding onto a glimmer of hope, you decided to wait for a little while, thinking he might show up a bit late. You stood there, keeping an eye out for any sign of him, and time seemed to slow down. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and you were torn between staying and leaving.

Soon the guard to the building adviced you to leave saying that their was a big storm on the way. You quickly looked up the weather forecast to realise that he was right indeed. You looked up at the sky to see the angry black clouds had started to gather around.

Searching for his contact you finally decided to give him a call. You were seriously getting worried about Jungkook now. As the call went straight to voicemail, your worry for Jungkook intensified.

Deciding it was the only choice, you headed towards Jungkook's place instead of your own, opting for a cab over the subway to reach him quickly.

Your excitement soared when your phone finally rang after a long day of silence. But, it quickly turned to disappointment as you noticed an unknown number instead of the one you had been eagerly waiting for. Despite the uncertainty, you chose to answer the call, just in case it was something important.

The voice asking for you on the other side was definitely unknown.

"Yes this is she." You replied.

"I'm speaking from Hope Memorial Hospital. You are listed as an emergency contact for a Jeon Jungkook. He has been involved in a motorcycle crash, and it's a very serious accident. We urgently need a guardian. Are you able to assist, or could you direct us to someone else?" The voice on the other end was serious and panicked, but you found it hard to accept the gravity of the situation. Your heart pounded in your chest, and tears streamed down your face, hoping that it wasn't as critical as it sounded.

"No, it's okay. I'll be there in... 10 minutes," you replied, your voice shaky but determined. You swiftly instructed the cab driver to change the route, urging him to go faster as you anxiously bit your nails in anticipation.

During the ride, you tried to stay strong and reassure yourself that it might not be as critical as you feared. Your mind couldn't help but drift to the worst-case scenario. What if he was already... No, no, no, you couldn't bear to think that way. You pushed those thoughts aside, trying to stay positive and hopeful as you rushed towards the hospital.

The driver observed you with sympathy as you quietly wept in the back seat. Regret filled your heart as you realized you should have called him. You blamed yourself, thinking that it was all your fault, and if anything happened to him, it would be on you.

As the car came to a stop, you hastily tossed all the remaining cash at the driver and rushed inside the hospital. Your must have looked frantic as you ran around, sobbing and calling out Jungkook's name. Thankfully, a compassionate nurse came to your aid and calmly checked the hospital charts for the name you managed to utter amidst your sobs.

"Come with me, dear. He's in the ER," you swiftly followed the nurse to a bustling room. As the nurse drew back the curtain, you braced yourself for the worst—expecting to see Jungkook badly injured, bleeding, or worse. However, what you did not anticipate was finding Jungkook sitting there, looking.... perfectly fine?

You stared at the man sitting there, feeling a mix of confusion and relief. He was laughing at something the blond girl standing beside him had said. It was unexpected, given the seriousness of the call you received earlier. You couldn't help but wonder if there had been a mistake or if he had recovered miraculously.

"Baby, you came." His eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, there was not even a single scratch on Jeon Jungkook, maybe beside the scratched leather jacket. Now not to get you wrong, you were very happy that he was okay. You were just very confused. What was happening? You had stopped sobbing breathlessly but the tears were still flowing.

"I don't understand... Somebody called, they said... That something happened and it was serious." You tried explaining.

"I did get into a crash but it was nothing. They thought it was internal bleeding but that wasn't the case either. That's why I was here all afternoon, doing tests an all. But now I'm fine."

"Then why did they say that?"

"It was just a prank. I'm sorry it was Sua's Idea." He said pointing at the blond girl standing there. Your blood was boiling so fucking much that you didn't even care asking who this bitch even was let alone what she was doing with your boyfriend.

"A prank? You think this is funny?" Jungkook finally grasped the seriousness of the situation when he saw the mortified look on your face, realizing the impact of the prank. Your makeup was ruined from all the crying, and you looked exhausted.

"Baby, calm down it was just a joke." His hands came forward but you slapped it away.

"Do not Fucking touch me." You glared at him. "Do you seriously think that was funny? I almost had a heart attack, Jungkook. Do you know how fucking scared I was?" Jungkook didn't like when your voice did that. He could handle you yelling, screaming, and even calling him names, but seeing you speak with that dead serious look on your face was something he couldn't bear. It made him feel like he wanted to disappear. Jungkook wanted to jump off a cliff.

"You know what? I can't believe I even thought about giving you another chance. We are seriously done this time." You didn't even look back as you walked away as Jungkook struggled to get that IV out of his hand and run after you.

"Baby, stop I'm sorry. It was Sua's Idea, I swear."

The thunderstorm had finally hit your city with full blast. It was raining cats and dogs. In the midst of it all, everyone ran to sought shelter. However, that didn't stop you from sprinting out of the hospital. The storm didn't concern you; what mattered most was that you couldn't even bare the thought of being near Jeon Jungkook at that moment.

As you dwelled on everything that had happened, your anger intensified. You felt a surge of anger directed at Jungkook, the thunderstorm, and that stupid blond woman who played the prank. But, the strongest force of anger was aimed at yourself, for even thinking that he can take anything seriously. Why did you even bother believing he could change? He was and will always be a man-child.

"Babe, it's really dangerous outside."

"THEN STOP FOLLOWING ME."

"I'm not leaving you alone," he insisted, stepping out into the heavy rain to follow you. As you walked, you had no clear destination or plan in mind. All you knew was that you were so angry with Jeon Jungkook that you couldn't bear to look at his face.

After just a few minutes of walking in the worst thunderstorm you've experienced in years, you came to the realization that this was a reckless idea. Your emotions had driven you to act impulsively, and now you saw the potential danger not only for yourself but for the idiot following you as well. While you knew Jungkook seemed to have little to no regard for his own life and safety, you cared about him.

Recognizing the need to be level-headed and responsible, you decided to find shelter, a place where both of you could wait out the thunderstorm safely. You understood that even in moments of anger, you needed to prioritize the safety of both of you. You began searching for a suitable place where you could find refuge from the harsh weather.

Ignoring the constant pleas from the man behind to listen to him, you led him to a nearby subway station. The station provided shelter from the heavy rain and the strong winds that accompanied the thunderstorm. Inside, the noise of the rain was muffled, creating a more peaceful atmosphere.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, please talk to me," seeing your silence he continued "I messed up, and I'm really sorry. I should have never gone along with that prank."

"Yes you shouldn't have." you snapped making him jump a little. Taking a deep breath to calm your anger and clear your thoughts, you finally addressed the question that had been gnawing at you. "Who was that woman anyway?"

"Just some girl, she was in the bed beside mine and we got to talking but I swear to god, I did not flirt with her once. When I told her about you she came up with the prank and I should not have gone along with it. I'm sorry."

"I just feel that you can't take anything seriously. It's like everything is a joke to you. How do I know that you'll take me seriously? That you'll take this relationship seriously?"

"No... I know I've been a little childish," watching you raise an eyebrow he corrected himself "A lot childish. But I swear, babe. This is the most serious thing in my life. I've made many mistakes in the past but I swear I'll start redeeming everything. I'll prove how serious I am about us. You are everything for me, baby. Everything. You're it for me. I want to spend my whole life with you, __." The way he said your name sent shivers down your body. The way he looked at your eyes eased your mind a little. "I want to have a future with you. I want to marry you, I want to have a home with you, I want to grow old with you, that's how serious I am. I love you more than anything in this entire world and I'll prove it to you." You only realised that you were crying when he wiped a year from your eyes.

"You mean it?"

"Every word."

"Fine then. Let's go." You held out your and he quickly grabbed it. When you dragged him out of the subway station you realised that the storm had stopped. The universe was on your side for once.

Jungkook did not utter another word the whole way that you led him to your house. The silence was thick when you closed the door behind you. He still didn't know what it meant for you both, your silence did not give him any answer and he was scared to ask.

"I swear to god, Jeon Jungkook" You finally began after the painful silence and his heart skipped a beat in anticipation. "If I see you entertaining another women ever again, I'm walking out of your life. And this time it would be for good. I will not come back no matter how much you beg me to." It took him a couple seconds to take in your words.

"Does that mean-"

"Yes. I'm giving you another chance. But you mess it up and I'm dumping your ass." The next thing you know Jungkook is showering your whole face in kisses and he finally let go of the tears. Crying happily as he held you close.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. I will not disappoint you, I promise."

"I hope so too." The both of you stood in the middle of your living room, soaking into each other's warmth.

"Now let me fuck you right." He said, making you yelp as he picked you up all of a sudden and rushed toward your bedroom. Your kisses soon turned heated and desperate. Both of you panting as he started taking off your wet clothes.

You were wet in more ways than one. His kisses traveled down your face along with each piece of garment he removed from you. Lips not sparing a single inch of skin as he spent the whole night showing you how much he loves you.

The next morning your wakeup call was none other than Jungkook's tongue swiping away at your center. You woke up with a gasp when the sun was yet to come out. You glanced down to find the mop of raven hair between your thighs.

"Oh god, koo yes." You moaned out loud when his plump lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking. His hands pushing down on your hips, keeping them from arching up on the bed.

His tongue swiped up from your opening as your juices trickled down to your posterior hole. It was too early for your head to comprehend whatever was happening. Your finger started tugging on his curls when he pulled you close to your orgasm. Agressively lapping at your pussy. The pleasure you felt was tremendous. Too much to handle.

Jungkook ate you out like he had rent to pay and this was his job. His tongue playing with you as you came down from your high screaming his name louder than ever. After pulling two more orgasms from you in the next 15 minutes Jungkook was finally satisfied and he kissed up his way to your lips.

"Jungkook, we had sex like, 7 times last night. It wasn't enough?" You giggled when you felt his hard boner pressing against your ass.

"It's never enough with you. Seven times is nothing, baby," he said as he slowly entered you, pulling out a moan from your lips. "I wanna fuck you seven days a week." He added between his lazy thrusts. "Every hour." He lands a gentle kiss on your lips. "Every minute." Fingers intertwining with your own. "Every second."

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NAMJOON | A greedy, spiteful, spindling arm comes up on your waist, pressing you tightly against its just as equally greedy and spiteful owner's form. While aggravating, the gesture is of no surprise. You don't even jump when the grip begins to press more on your ribs than you'd necessarily like. You drive an elbow into his side, momentarily meeting those narrowed eyes of his.

You're annoying.

I don't like him.

Am I supposed to care that you don't like him?

The argument is held entirely mute. He knows you know and you know he knows though poor Daniel — he's all together clueless.

"Hello, you must be...uh, ____________'s boyfriend? Right?"

Delicately, you snort in your palm, immediately sensing the way Namjoon's muscles tense on the other side of your blouse. The heat of his palm resting on the small of your back is scorching.

And whether it's from that or the minuscule way his jaw clenches, repeatedly coming to a brutal grind to then release only for the motion to repeat in endless circles; whether it was the tightness of the smile — there's a tight tick at the gap in the small space between his mouth curving upwards and his cheek that says he's not actually smiling despite appearing very much so — or whether it was something as simple as the fact that his eyes had been tracking your every minute for a solid piece of ten minutes now that delivers this easy deduction right in your lap.

He's into one of those moods.

There's a distinct coldness in his eye, a sort of a less than impressed expression that anyone, even someone so generally lost as Daniel could pick up on.

"We were just talking about the role of guilt and class consciousness," he trails off, squeaking slightly at the very end. You don't exactly fault him for it. Having a large man towering over you, feasibly blowing smoke out of his nose would put anyone ill at ease. "In....s-sustainability m-m-marketing. Yes."

"Smart, my ______________, right?" Namjoon chuckles to himself lowly. Daniel echoes the laugh, regardless, of how nervous the cadence of his voice is. Once again you don't fault him for it. A stranger would have no trouble believing that Namjoon's laughter is in good faith. He's honed the subtle art of being a fake a little bitch but you who knows better...well, you know better. You know that the kiss your darling — your huffing, festering, seething darling — presses upon your temple is far from good faith. The way his fingers squeeze your grip, all greed and jealousy, is so far from good faith it's downright atheist.

"They a-are," Daniel stammers, gaze flitting between Namjoon and you. Stupidly he's fallen into the trap.

"So you like my ___________?" he wilts underneath the weight of Namjoon's glare. "My ____________?"

Fed up with the nonsense, you push his hand away. His head darts to sit on the floor.

"Just go," you order Daniel and without hesitation, the coward scurries off to the dark dingy corner he came from. So perhaps you also didn't like him, it still wasn't a reason to act like that. And Namjoon knows this because though obstinate, there is a bashful glimmer that prohibits him from looking you in the eye.

"Your ____________?" you scoff. "Presumptious, no?"

"No," he spits. The lights flash overhead, a cacophony of colours that's mirrored in the dark of his stare that's abruptly grows fixated on your face. The room reeks of champagne, stale air and someone's vape smoke and this man stands in front of you — annoying, determined, aggravating and he loves you.

And because you love him just as much you let it slide with the only protest offered being an eye roll.

"You are mine."

YOONGI | "Do you...want to have a drink?"

His entire silhouette is downturned. Had you been an uninvested bystander you'd probably call his pouting expression comical because how does one manage to look that sullen in the middle of his own award ceremony. But alas you're not an uninvested bystander, you're a confused person thrown in the midst of your partner's raging emotions.

He doesn't speak for such a long time you're ready to open your mouth again, certain that he simply didn't hear your offer but then he answers, quiet and lifeless:

"No, thank you."

You observe his hands. His hands that do the speaking when his mouth cannot and unsurprisingly, you find them quite anxious. His nails rip at the bed of his skin, pulling the strips one by one. You cringe at the sight and place your palm upon his however when he fails to move, you pull back. So he doesn't want to talk.

Surreptiously, you scooch away, giving Yoongi his space but like a bullet he darts out his hand to catch you by the elbow, pulling you back down.

A singular "please don't" that dies somewhere in his throat barely manages to reach your ears, nonetheless, you oblige and the tension in his rounded shoulders eases, if a bit.

Safe to say the walk back home was awkward.

"You're..." he speaks so suddenly, you jolt hearing his voice in the otherwise deadly silent staircase. "I thought I was always the first one you sent your lyrics to?"

It's such a weird question that you stop dead in the tracks and half turn to him on the overtly glamorous stairs to his penthouse. You never did like them. And now he's standing here atop of these stairs wearing a multitude expressions that simultaneously reveal everything and nothing. The line of his mouth is set down — grim and annoyed, his eyes are turned at an angle — the one that meant trouble, deep trouble yet the look within them was sad. You'd call it insecure though never aloud knowing he didn't appreciate such a thing.

"You're the first proper person I sent them to."

"Proper," he scoffs. "Is she not proper? Standing on a stage, receiving award for the song with your lyrics."

"She wasn't back then. Back then we were just dreaming idiots while you were already a star," you justify. He doesn't seem to like the explanation.

"Those lyrics meant so much to me, you know," he breaks. Not a lot but just enough, a break in the otherwise pungent dark. "It was as though you'd pried my ribcage open and prodded at my heart. I've never felt so...bare."

Automatically, you let out "I'm sorry" despite not knowing what you're apologising for. A bad habit he'd previously chided you for. He shakes his head either saying there's no need to say sorry or rejecting it altogether.

"Are you angry with me?"

Yoongi breathes a long, strained sigh, dejectedly shaking his head.

"No...no, it's not you I'm mad at."

"Then who?"

He fails to answer, instead choosing to run up the stairs where you were starting and to your surprise taking your hand into his.

Leading you back home, he asks, all casual:

"You love me...right?"

"Of course, I do!" offended, you retort. "What kind of qu-!"

"Say it out loud."

"What?"

"Say out loud that you love me. That you're mine."

To further feign his relaxed state, he begs for this whilst punching in the code for the doors — each ding of the number dragging on and on in the stilted air of the hallway.

"Please, say it."

You give a small smile and lean into his arm. You finally get it.

"I love you and I'm yours. Don't worry."

Not much is spoken after that.

JIN | "Let's just do it, okay?"

"Huh?!"

His eyes widen, clearly mocking your outrage as lithe hands press the bowl out of your fingers, dragging you by the sleeve out of the country house. The morning is utterly fresh. Birds shriek and lilt their songs, perched just outside the window on the growing orchard, dew still glistens in the green grass and the world is at peace.

Or it was.

Before this demon decided to ruin your life.

As per freaking usual.

"I meant let's get the berries, you pervert," he dares to roll his eyes. You try to break free of his grasp but just like anchors board ships the strength of his clutch is unbreakable.

"It's 7 in the morning, Seokjin!"

"Seokjin," he echoes derisively. "No one calls me Seokjin."

"Lots of people do!"

"Then how about you don't."

"Ok, Mr Kim, whatever you say."

"That's even wor-no, actually on a second thought, I like it."

"Ugh, you're disgusting!" you snap, whilst for reasons unbeknownst to yourself still putting on shoes and a shawl. It's not like he even was your friend. The relationship you two shared in between the confusing circle of relatives, friends and acquaintances was exactly that — confusing. He was a friend of your cousin, somehow, a God's joke if anything, and hence why you found yourself be dragged by him in the rustic country house in the throes of upcoming summer. Funnily enough when he'd been introduced to you, Seokjin was presented as "shy and introverted, wouldn't hurt a fly, wouldn't speak a word". It had turned out to be the furthest thing from the truth. At least when it came to you. It was as though it was his life's mission bestowed from the ancestors to grate every single one of your nerves.

"Disgustingly handsome," he brushes off, unconcerned by your low growls and huffs of protest. Footsteps tremble the old wooden stairs underneath your butt, signaling a possible saviour.

"What are you guys up to so early?" Jae rubs the sleep out of his eyes, coming to stand before you and dropping his drooling head upon your shoulder. You welcome your head with energy never displayed before and Jin's expressions grows frighteningly lax.

"They squeezed this guy's head too hard in the military," you throw a thumb at his bristling figure. "He's lost it."

But Jin doesn't laugh instead his nose scrunches as though he'd smelt something deeply affronting all the while his eyes don't leave Jae. Suddenly he reaches to pry Jae's fingers away from your shoulder, gently albeit firmly guiding you away.

"This one needs some fresh air," he stiffly belts out and before you know it you're both out of the door. The fresh air is indeed nice — it hits you like a pleasant wall and rubbing at your tired eyes, you shuffle in the general direction where there was a splotch of green growth — raspberries, blackberries, gooseberries, though the latter Jin didn't trust at all.

You trudge along in silence, battling the thorny undergrowth along the well-trodden narrow path snaking through the field. However, the closer you get to the berries, the more fuss Jin puts up.

"They'll eat me alive!" he cries out, violently shooing away the black masses of hungry mosquitoes. "I'm too delicious to be out here!"

You perch a hand on your hip, giving him a thoroughly disapproving glare.

"If you were going to complain about coming here, why even bother?"

"Well how else was I supposed to get you all to myself?"

You think that even birds fall quiet hearing that.

"...what?"

"What?"

You both blink at each other.

"You...you want me...all to yourself?"

Jin laughs abruptly, the sound falling strained and nervous and in the soft light of the rising sun, his neck begins to glow bright red.

"Haha what nonsense," he chortles. "I see you're getting delusional, dear."

"What?!"

"WHAT?!"

Like a deer caught in headlights, Jin stands before you, hyperventilating slightly and letting the mosquitos, just as he said, eat him alive.

"Dear?" you arch an eyebrow. "I'm your "dear" now?"

"No. You're a "deer" you misheard."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You don't make any sense."

"No, you."

"No, you!"

"What are you five years old," you mutter underneath the nose before erupting into a teasing smile, curling a finger around a non-existent strand of hair. "So you want me all to yourself, huh? How flattering."

Jin rolls his eyes, once again swinging his arms around like some crazed caveman.

"We're going home now," he orders gruffly, turning on the heel.

"Jae's at home."

At the mention of your supposedly mutual friend, his expressions grows stormy once more and reaching backwards, he wraps his fingers around your wrist.

"Then we're going somewhere else," through gritted teeth, he pushes out, legs falling and rising, creating an angry stomp to which you titter along with.

"Oooooh, so you can have me all alone?"

He casts you a wicked glance from the corner of the eye, ultimately shrugging at the suggestion.

"Not really, I left the condom at home. But if you feel risky I'm down."

HOSEOK | After the fourth hour of being forced to listen to rock music at ear-splitting volume, Yoongi had enough and with an egregious sigh of displeasure, he rolled out of his studio and went to Hoseok's cave of misery.

Without knocking, he opened the doors, nearly crumbling from the force of the bass.

"DO YOU MIND NOT MAKING EVERYONE DEAF?!"

Very slowly as though pulled from a deep haze, Hoseok turned around, blinked for a while and only then understood the request.

"Sorry," he muttered, turning down the volume.

Yoongi examined him before letting out another sigh.

"If you're that worried about __________'s ex just tell them to dump the stupid reconciliation thing and return home."

"That's not what I do."

"And what do you do, Hoseok? Suffer in silence?"

The lone figure, illuminated only by the cold light of the laptop before him, didn't answer and Yoongi didn't prod any more.

"Just don't end up regretting it."

With those words reverberating through his head, Hoseok found himself running through the downtown streets, in search for even a sliver of you. A strand of hair, the corner of your jacket — anything. When at last he did, he found you happy, in the arms of another.

No.

No, he doesn't think so.

"You're so sweet," you muttered into his neck as he let himself be angry, glaring hatefully at the dark ceiling. The grip he had on both of your hips will undoubtedly leave bruises but selfishly he couldn't bring himself to care. If anything he wanted more. People couldn't be trusted, they would try and with him being away so much...why shouldn't he mark you up all nice and pretty so people who didn't deserve you wouldn't bother you...

He digs his fingers deep into the flesh.

"Wrong thing to say," Hoseok growls. "I'm really pissed off."

"What I mean is you have nothing to worry about," you defend hastily as you cup his face in your palms. Hoseok would like to say he felt so much better, that the little monster clawing on his chest would be satiated with the sacrifice but it was far from so. "I'm yours and only yours."

"Well, obviously I know that. How about we make sure others know that as well?"

JIMIN | The slam of both doors comes at a perfect time, creating a singular, decisive cannon shot of "BANG" and then there was silence. In times like these, you praised your past self in choosing the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. You doubted you could go out there - in the cold and heartless battlefield.

It was in the middle of the night, in the midst of a restless, frowning sleep that you hear the bedroom doors crack open. The left upper hinge was faulty, it creaked too much every single time. You always promised to take a look at it but in the end you never did.

Cautiously, fearing your wrathful outburst, a hand brushes over the covers and a warm weight evens the other side of the bed. He knows you're awake and he knows you know but still for a moment you pretend to sleep. An apologetic kiss is pressed against your jaw line; those two hands, now emboldened by your inaction come to rest around your form, wrapping you up like spiders did the witless flies flying into their webs.

"Why are you like this?" you ask him, not daring to give even a single glance backwards. It was always easier to speak if Jimin remained faceless. "Have I ever given you a reason to distrust me? To check me like this?"

"You know it's not yo-"

"Don't tell me "it's not you but me". That's bullshit."

"But it is me," he argues, blowing a harsh exhale of working up anger. It moves your hair and you sink tiredly into the mattress.

Two hands sneak their way underneath the covers, finding the warm flesh and then pressing it closer into him like he wants to mould you into him. Create one creature out of two.

"I'm sorry," you can hear the wistful sadness in his voice. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

"No. Not crazy. Just...lonely. Complicated."

"Complicated," Jimin echoes with a faint mutter. "Are we..."complicated"?"

"I don't know what we are."

Silence envelopes the room until at last you gather enough courage to look at him, settling on the other hip. The room is dark so it's hard to see and know for certain but you know it. Like a piece of some inherent knowledge stored in the marrow of your bones, you know the expressions marring his face. Anger — churning and acrid, loneliness — bitter and all enveloping.

Adoration — suffocating and sickening.

Yearning — stinging and all consuming.

Wish for you to live better than this, have better than these meaningless arguments spinning round and round with no reprieve — soft, selfless, devoted.

Jimin was all around a confusing man as if whoever made him didn't know how much to put into him so they poured everything into this one person and so he was everything.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" you sigh, tracing the side of his cheek. Readily he accepts the slight touch, nuzzling into it like a stray cat would after overcoming the initial fright fueled by disappointing past.

"Be gentle with me, please. Be kind."

"You were not kind."

His gaze darts downwards, embroiled in deep shame.

"I don't share. I don't want to share," spitefully, he mumbles, brows coming to knit together in a frown. "Why should I? You're mine. Only mine. Like I'm only yours."

"I don't get jealou-"

"But I want you to."

A pause. His fingers come up to lay upon your palm where he intertwines your fingers, perhaps so you couldn't escape. Not that you even considered.

"I want you to be jealous. I want you to be possessive. Just like I am. So I wouldn't feel guilty," he pulls in a shuddering breath, almost chickening out but then saying it after all. "So I would feel wanted."

"Oh, Jimin," you breathe yet another sigh but decide to not argue anymore.

TAEHYUNG | Whilst the legs clamping down on yours and preventing you from making a grandious exit of his apartment, doors slamming shut and everything, are present, a clearly discernible expression on his face is extremely lacking.

With features carved of stone, Taehyung sits on the other couch, pretending you were not even there, save for the occasional muscle flexing in his legs to keep yours locked in between his. For over an hour not a word was spoken, not a glance exchanged. Even Tannie grew fed up with the display and took his nap to the plush bed in the corner.

"This is ridiculous," you scoff, once your tailbone began to feel too numb. "My moving in was supposed to put an end to your...episodes."

He doesn't speak but you could almost swear that the vitriolic way his lips curl, he was mutely mocking your choice of words.

"It's like you're depressed."

"I am depressed," obstinately, he agrees, voice rumbling a low, irritated register.

"What for?"

"Well, I guess I just find it hard to get past the fact that the love of my life, my moon and stars," he accentuates the words with an intention you're too annoyed to grasp. "One who has agreed to be my spouse one day keeps flirting with a man clearly infatuated with them."

"Oh, for the love of god," you cry out, throwing your hands up in the air. "Yes, he has a thing for me but I shut it down. I known him since we were kids!"

"No, please, rub it in some more," theatrically, Taehyung grumbles. "Rub in the fact that we we raised different and that I lost so much time with you for no other reason than our mothers popped us out on two separate geographical locations."

"Did your mother also drop you a lot?" you hiss. "Because there has to be a clinical explanation why you're so...so...!"

"So what?" utterly calm, he cocks an eyebrow at you and you know you had swam into deep, infested waters but still you spit it out.

"So...possessive! I hate you!"

You whip around, arms crossed, determined to sulk for a year if needed.

"Hate me?" Taehyung laughs but there is no mirth to be had or reflected be it his voice, posture or gaze. "As if. You're sitting here in between my legs not forcing me away, not even trying to set yourself free because...you hate me?"

You loathe it when he's baseless and even more when he isn't.

"Would you let me go then?" you spite him but he meets your disdain in equal if not surpassing measure.

"Let you go?" he inclines his head as if the suggestion in itself is ludicrous. "No, I don't think so."

"How dare you?!"

"Perhaps I phrased it the wrong way," firmly, he stares you down. You were fairly sure there were more agreeable cliffs you could rather take on. "I mean it would be entirely pointless for me to let you go or for us to part since we both know you'll come crawling back to me and I'll be doing the same. The end result never changes so why waste our time?"

Ah, yes, the breakup. The one forbidden topic no one ever brought up. The one that whenever just mentioned made Taehyung cry and you grow red with rage. Thus you rage.

"Well do you want to repeat that? Is that what you want by acting like this?!"

But Taehyung doesn't even bat an eye.

"I understand your outrage," he states coldly. "But whatever the reason, you and I will sort out our differences and live happily ever after."

"Is this you sorting things out?!" you let your voice rise into a painful shriek, pointing heatedly at where he'd folded his legs over yours, prohibiting you from simply storming out. After a prolonged stare down, languidly he lets up, putting his hands up in a supposed defeat. Though it sure felt like a bout of attitude.

"There. You're free now. Want to run away?"

"I'm not the one who runs away."

His jaw clenches in a death grip and for a second the pain in his face, makes a person you knew best entirely unrecognizable.

"Okay, you want the truth? You want the hard, honest truth?"

"If you're even capable of that," you sneer.

"The fact is everyone in your life, including your mother has told me, to my face that I'm not worthy of you. That I'll never be right enough for you. That I'm stealing you away from your beautiful, pre-determined path of being with your childhood best friend. Of staying in your home. And seeing how hard you struggle to fit in here, I realize that I'll never be enough. I'll never be able to soothe your aches that I myself caused by bringing you here. So I shout to the world, to them, to myself, to you that you're mine because lately I'm beginning to feel like each passing moment you're slipping through the cracks of my fingers. I'm getting desperate and that's why I'm depressed. Is that so unreasonable?"

By the end of it, his chest is heaving up and down, barely gathering enough breath to power through the breakdown. You wet your dry lips, sinking listlessly into the sofa.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He drops his head on the backrest, lips curling downward. He really is depressed.

"Despite how I may feel about them, you still love all of these people. They're your support system, one I cannot replace. I just wanted you to be happy."

You sit on your respective ends, mulling your own thoughts. Still sulking, you touch his pinky, curious if Taehyung will accept the gesture. He doesn't look at you but immediately his own little finger wraps around yours.

JUNGKOOK | "You're a caveman!"

"Whatever."

"A chauvinist!"

"Sure."

You hit him square in the chest. It does fuck all.

"Gym rat," you mumble sullenly, begrudgingly accepting your bitter fate of being used as a pillow. It's not like you had even plans to go anywhere but finding yourself restricted because of this weirdo was completely different than just simply being lazy.

"That's not even an insult."

"I feel like a hero trapped by a creepy villain," you continue to fuss but Jungkook who has all of his limbs wrapped around you like a human cage appears mighty relaxed. His eyes are closed, there's a smirk playing on the ends of his lips, threating to burst at any given moment and at times it even seems he'll fall asleep.

"If that's what you feel."

"Jungkook, you're seconds away from going full Golumn!"

"Was he really that problematic? Or should other people mind their own business more and not interfere into the domestic lives of others? What's mine is mine. I would also hate having you be lugged away to a mountain to defeat some evil edgelord."

You cry out — defeated. With a content sigh, Jungkook can feel your body relax in his hold.

"You're impossible."

"Listen, babe, I told you I'm a lot to handle. I'm not legally liable for the consequences of your own actions."

Breathing right into his Adam's apple you curl your palms, briefly considering into pinching him. Painfully.

"You sly son of a-"

Jungkook presses a palm over your mouth with a throaty laughter.

"Let's get along with your future mother-in-law, why don't we?"

Spitefully, you lick at his palm but the only thing it causes is laughter.

"Good idea," much to your horror, he licks a bold strip along your collarbone. Your palms relax from the sheer shock of his actions as your nose crinkles in disgust at the sudden wetness alongside your flesh.

"Gross."

"Just fluids, babe," he points out and settles deeper into the covers, arms restlessly caging you in. From the very moment he first came home, pushed all his weight on top of you with an incoherent "miss you" they hadn't eased.

Still, you suppose this was some sort of progress from the temper he worked up in the earlier days. Recalling your little storm cloud and how he would thunder when threatened made you almost smile. In retrospect, it was just him being...really in love. The way he explained it, was that at times it simply overwhelmed him — this love he held for you. Hence why despite your grumbling and grousing, both you and him knew you weren't against it. It made you feel...wanted. And though you supposed someday in the future, the matter would have to be looked at by a therapist, currently you decided to sleep. His embrace was so warm after all.

And then in the border between wakefulness and sleep, there comes his soft voice, softly clinging to the background of your mind.

"You know you could kill me and I think I'd still love you," he chuckles lowly to himself, pressing a cheek against the crown of your head all the while softly swaying you both to rest. Unproblematic, gentle rest. "You're a bit terrifying in that way."

"I wouldn't do that," you deny hazily, your mouth falling open against his shirt. You always drool on it and he never complains.

"I know."

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desperate | pjm (m.)

pairing: model!jimin x pa!reader

summary: being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

rating: 18+ | word count: 3.8k

genre/au: smut (a bit of plot if you squint)

warnings/content: crude language, masturbation, fellatio, handjob, deepthroating, face fucking?, switch dynamics, a lot of pining ig, cheeky jimin that has many lustful thoughts and he's a brat too oml

a/n: been a long while and this is unplanned as always lmao. was supposed to be posted on the 14th but the universe said no so i couldn’t post it. anyways, this is for the 2nd anniversary of this blog’s official debut in this community so why not post a fic of the person who made me start writing in the first place, as the first fic of 2023 just like he was my first fic in this blog (just in time with vibe’s release, his solo album announcement and his official partnership with Dior too! 0.0). thank you Jimin for being my light, i love you 🥰

― masterlist — navigation — wips

You’re currently on your knees, helping Jimin out with his problem.

Not that kind, goodness no. He’s been doing practice poses for his shoot as soon as he arrived like he always does in each photoshoot. You ignored his flushed look when he entered the studio, already knowing his morning routine and went straight for the pre-shoot meeting. Everything was smooth until you noticed some stain on his black pants when you were checking him for any final touches.

So here you are now, dabbing the wet wipes around the spot on his thigh while he’s leaning against the frame of the glass partition behind him. 

He’s lucky that most of the staff are not here yet so you have time to remove the stain from his pants, a cum stain that almost made you scream when he told you sheepishly that it was from some girl he fucked this morning before coming to the studio.

“are you still mad? i told you i didn't realize she’d be a creamer”

In any other situation, this would've been a strange exchange with someone you essentially work for. Jimin has no filter in the way he talks to you but you don’t really mind it as you do the same. You and he have grown closer to one another each day since you started working for him so these types of conversations became normal between you both.

It's one of the perks of Jimin hiring someone around his age for a personal assistant. You've been with him from the very start of his career, barely scraping anything during that time with the both of you fresh from graduation. When he initially asked you, you looked at him incredulously because his plan was quite risky. Jimin understood your hesitance but he was surprised when you finally agreed after a bit of consideration.

Your friends said that it must be the puppy eyes that he constantly gives you but no, you knew of Jimin during college. It’s common knowledge from your mutual acquaintances of how hardworking he is and you’ve witnessed it a few times before so you said yes because why not. You're both in the same boat anyways, still looking for other jobs and who knows, if this works then it will be great for your future careers. 

You remember when Jimin got his very first paycheck, running up to you with a tight hug and asking you something that you’ve been wanting for a while. You were confused but then he cracked a smile and revealed that he wanted to treat you as a gratitude for doing your best to find casting calls and gigs for him. You were happy of course, with both of your hard work finally coming to fruition.

This dynamic you have with Jimin as a very close friend and colleague has been pretty balanced as the years go by. There are times when you fought, unavoidable with your contrasting personalities but you both became comfortable with one another regardless. This makes your teamwork efficient with more understanding from both sides as your relationship gets closer.

“believe me, it’s hers, not mine i swear” he adds, repeating what he explained earlier when you don’t answer him.

Thoughts aside, you do, of course, believe him because Jimin’s one of the most responsible guys you’ve ever known. He always comes prepared for photoshoots and arrives early to do last-minute check-ups despite what his shenanigans are the night before like earlier today. He’ll never go bare with anyone to avoid risks because he already experienced some scares before from past hookups.

No answer from you still but it’s partly because you've been in shambles on the inside with what you feel for him these days. You’re not only annoyed by this whole thing but you also felt uneasy at what he said. You’ve been used to it but you somehow felt the sting when he explicitly laid out his latest hookup. 

You’ll never admit to yourself or him why because it would be unprofessional.

At the same time, you’ve also been fighting to focus only on finishing up what you’re doing, occasionally straying your eyes toward the glass windows to calm yourself down. He was practically naked in front of you, with his damn gold necklace where its round pendant dances around his belly button and pointing down to the huge bulge he was sporting. And it would’ve helped if he’s covered, at least while you’re still on the floor. But apparently, he felt the need to not zip it up and just wear it as it is, torturing you with his sculpted body. 

You shouldn’t mind it but you’re a bit suspicious because Jimin’s always been involved in his photoshoots. He always consults with you regarding his outfits even if it’s not part of your job. He often asks for your input as well, discussing his ideas with you before he gives them a go. For this shoot, he picked this specific hooded jacket among all the ones that you’ve shown him, insisting on wearing it without anything under it because this one is apparently very loose. 

Which became an immense distraction to you. 

You remember zoning out earlier in the meeting room when Jimin was picking the final photos from his pre-shoot, trying all the concepts that he’s been wanting to do. You were already a mess with his slicked-back hair and exposed body along with his tight pants. And now you couldn't stop staring at his veiny hands as they hovered around the pictures. The gold rings on both of his index fingers didn’t help either, turning your focus on them instead of listening to him explaining to you and his stylist. 

Jimin of course notices and teases you like always. Though he’s been doing it more frequently these days, adding more to the brewing tension between you. 

He ran his fingers through the pinned pictures on the pegboard and casually picked up the pictures near where you were standing by the edge of the table. He leans closer and closer so you have to fight the urge to look at him, instead focusing your attention on talking with this stylist.

“you alright, __?”

You just scoff and roll your eyes at him, brushing him off with an excuse of being sleep deprived. He’s doing this on purpose, he could’ve lied to you earlier about fucking someone because how is he still hard? Thankfully he zipped up for now so his oversized jacket covers it but you knew he had a hunch about why you’d been acting weird around him right now.

Jimin's been smiling, knowing that his current hairstyle has been your favourite. He noticed it when he had his rainbow blond one last time where you couldn't stop touching his hair, hands constantly on it whether hair spraying it or simply tugging its strands whenever you can, reasoning that it's looking messy though it's not.

You couldn't stop looking at him too, eyes staying on him more than you ever did since working for him. That's why he specifically talked to the stylist and the photographer about bringing this hairstyle back for this photoshoot since it’ll also fit with his whole look. Also, you’ve been sneaking glances at him today which has been lifting up his mood. It just adds to how hard his dick is already, affecting you this much makes him very excited for today.

“Jimin, you can't do the shoot with this” you will yourself to ask, relieved that your voice came out sterned. When you look up at him, Jimin swears that his cock just twitched at the view of you in this position, his thoughts playing a different scenario where you’re giving him the suck of his life.

“then help me..” he mindlessly responded, totally not paying attention to what you’re referring to. He's not sure really, his mind’s still hazy and all he can think of is the ache of his balls from not being able to cum earlier.

“i’m trying” you grumble, ignoring his pouting. He’s adorable when he’s like this, and he uses that on you when he wants something. Sometimes it works when he combines it with his affectionate touches but you have to be strong this time. You’re not even sure what he’s specifically talking about but then you’ve also been occupied in trying to fight off your growing lust for him. 

Jimin’s pout turns into a grin after catching your eyes flickering from looking anywhere and on his bulge again, he can sense how your hand’s so tempted to touch it with how much you’re gripping his pants. Your hand continues to fidget, eyes unfocused as you continue to wipe off that stain as hard as you can just in case. You don’t look annoyed now either, but you’re wearing a struggling expression that tells him just how conflicted you are at this moment.

You’re beyond torn because that fucking tent of his pants is dissolving your annoyance little by little with sinful thoughts already creeping up your mind the longer you stay down the floor. 

“where are you looking at?”

“the city view looks good from here”

You automatically answer, clearing your throat in the process before gathering up the pack of wet wipes and the damp cloth along with a bowl of cold water from the ground. You avoid looking at Jimin’s face because you knew he was going to try something now that he noticed your slight slip of judgment.

“yeah, the view is amazing but my view from here is better”

“up or down?” 

“both, but i’d say down. you’d say the opposite, right __?”

You almost dropped what you're holding at his remark but this is nothing new to you: Jimin shamelessly throwing his lewd innuendos at you at any chance he got. You indulge him in it, after all, it’s just harmless flirting between friends, something that you never expected when you took this job. Sometimes it's part of your banter, you doing the same thing to him which catches him off guard sometimes when he's focusing on something while working. You especially do it when discussions of his escapades come to light, which you helped in arranging because of his demanding schedules.

Yes, you’re this dedicated to your job even if it sometimes causes an ache in your heart. 

“why? didn’t you fuck someone?” you deflect, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting you.

“yeah but i didn’t get to cum, couldn’t…” he trails off as he closes his eyes and grabs his crotch to hopefully feel a little bit of comfort but it's no use. He wants to tell you why he couldn't, wants to let you know who has been stopping him from getting off with other people but you don't care anyways.

“then get rid of it, you still have time”

You state with urgency, nervously looking around if anyone saw but everyone’s been doing their own thing. Patting his thigh, you stand up from your kneeling position and push aside your want to help him in getting rid of it. He might be good at hiding his expressions but he does look like he’s been struggling for hours since he arrived on set. Jimin didn’t do anything but huff before retreating to the dressing room to take care of his problem.

Now that most of the staff are here, you check in with them for any possible last-minute changes. It took your mind off Jimin a bit but your eyes couldn’t stop glancing at the door of his dressing room. You shake your head, pushing yourself to focus on your current task. It’s still early but you want to make sure Jimin’s ready when the scheduled time for his photoshoot is on. This is an important shoot for him so you just hope that he finishes as soon as possible to not keep everyone waiting. 

After you’ve double-checked everything, you decide to fetch Jimin. Nearing his door though is making you more agitated than you already are. You’re about to knock when you hear his loud, sexy groan. fuck. 

You haven't really heard how Jimin sounds properly because each time you catch him fucking someone, either during his breaks or random times when you need something for him to confirm, his partners’ moans usually overpower his so this is quite new, and you won’t deny that you'd love to hear more of it.

“oh fuck..fuck”

Jimin being this loud causes you to panic at the possibility of anyone in the studio hearing him like this. This might not be new for some of the staff but still, you just don’t want everyone to hear how he sounds like. 

You took a deep breath before wandering your eyes around if anyone was watching but thankfully, everyone was busy.

.

He wonders if you’re listening, purposely moaning louder than he intends to as he fists his cock. You probably don’t care and if you ever catch him, you’ll just ignore his attempts and scold him for taking too long at this. It’s always been the case with you but he does find it amusing to piss you off more.

So when he hears the door opening, a smirk creeps up on his face before opening his half-lidded eyes.

“y–”

“shut up” you seethe as you approach his propping form on his vanity. He thinks it's just one of his imaginations again, indulging him with his fantasies. But when he feels you grab the chain of his wrap necklace towards you, his eyes open fully before releasing a small gasp. The smaller chain loop fastens gradually around his neck when you begin pulling its long chain gently while looking into his eyes. He maintains eye contact and you notice the hunger and mischief in them as you continue to pull his necklace.

“s-shit” he whines quietly, though the smirk still remains on his gorgeous face as his hand continues to stroke his cock even faster. His other hand reaches for the dark bottle of lube, bringing it in front of you before pumping its nozzle on his very angry tip.

He closes his eyes again, placing the bottle back on the table while his other hand spreads the lube around his dick. You’re speechless for a second with this whole show he’s putting on, pausing to watch him. It’s when his other hand comes up in an attempt to touch you to come closer that breaks your reverie, swatting his hand away.

You stare him down, brows scrunching while contemplating what to do next. This would be crossing whatever boundaries you have with Jimin both in your personal and professional relationship. You had to look away from him to think this through. You’re used to seeing him semi-naked with other people before but not like this. Him now naked from the waist down in front of you, his tight black pants pooling around his ankles.

It’s Jimin’s desperate whimpers that made your mind up. There’s no point in denying wanting the same thing he desires from you.

“i’ll help you but don't make a sound” you command and he nods, too fucked out to respond because all he wants is his release.

Your hand replaces his before you kneel on the hard floor, immediately swallowing his cock to not waste more time. One of Jimin’s hands is on your head at once, not gripping your hair but just holding onto you for support because fuck, your mouth feels so much better than his hands, hell it's even better than pussies he’s had before.

It’s you, of course, Jimin has always thought about how much better you’ll be at pleasuring him than others. He smiles after noticing your demeanour change as soon as your mouth envelops him. It must be the lube flavour that he specifically picked knowing apple’s one of your favourites. Your mouth is greedily sucking him in now, warm tongue lapping up the entirety of his cock.

"you were drooling for my cock earlier, hmm? bet you wouldn't mind sucking me off in front of everyone outside" his mocking tone shudders, his attempt of gaining control wavering with you being encouraged by what he said. You bob your head faster, opening your mouth more to take him deeper cause the view from where you are is spurring you to do more. Jimin in his fucked out glory is a sight to watch, his gold link earrings swaying as he tosses his head back, his plump lips getting swollen from him biting them to hold his moans in.

You want to see more of it. 

When Jimin’s not closing his eyes from the pleasure, they never leave yours as he stares right into them. He surprises you when he gets up from leaning on the vanity, his hand moving from the top of your head down to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. This made him push deeper into your mouth so you loosen your jaw, the new angle allowing more of his length in your mouth. As soon as his tip reaches the back of your throat, you’re unable to stop releasing gurgling moans when it nudges further.

“can’t..believe..you’re.. choking on my cock right now..”

Jimin rasps needily as he rolls his hips slowly, deeper with each thrust. The vibrations from your moans are not helping him in holding his orgasm longer. He’s been trying hard because he wants to prolong this, relish this view of you on your knees and your mouth on him because who knows if this will ever happen again. He’s losing himself, grinding on your face while his hand starts massaging your nape in time with his thrusts.

Now you’re confused because you for sure thought that he’ll start fucking your throat roughly the moment you allowed him but he’s not. You take a deep breath through your nose as you come up, readying your throat in case he’ll change his mind later when he’s close to cumming. But the way he’s touching your nape is making you relax, distracting you from your main reason for helping him in the first place.

He’s close already, his cock's been throbbing before you started bobbing your head earlier. His pace also changes a bit faster but is still slow and you’re confused as to why he’s been holding back. His breathing turns erratic and his lower abs are flexing. You know it so before he does so dig your nails into both of his meaty thighs before one of your hands leaves and pushes away his hold on your head. 

You take him deeper until your lips reach the skin of his crotch, immediately pushing back when he grabs your head again, releasing his cock from your mouth which causes Jimin to whimper in frustration.

“that's for making me wipe other girl's cum on your pants” you glare at him, voice hoarse from taking him that deep in your throat. Standing up from kneeling was making your legs wonky, feeling numb from your previous position but your mind’s not on it with your prior annoyance resurfacing because of his attempt to pacify you.

Jimin, however, begins laughing.

Your brows rise from his reaction, totally not expecting this because you were really sure that you already got him under you.

“so you’re jealous after all,”

“i’m not, i wouldn’t help you if i were” you counter, avoiding his eyes as you pull his jacket back on him, it was slipping on one side already, showing his muscular arms and the tattoo on his ribs. Your fingers have minds of their own when you start tracing each of the letters, causing Jimin to shiver at your touches but the devilish smile remains on his handsome face.

“but you’re doing it to prove something, right?”

You don’t know how to answer him and you don’t want to tell him the truth because it’ll just feed his already massive ego. Instead, you grab his swollen dick, hot and heavy in your hands and begin stroking him roughly. The slick from the lube, his precum and your saliva made it easier for your plan. There’s no way you’ll let him, he’ll never be able to make you admit it.

The smile disappears from his lips as his whole body shakes with a cry, not expecting your punishing pace on him. You want to look at him, to watch his smug face morph back into a pliant one.

But you can’t.

Jimin couldn't cum earlier while fucking another girl because all he can think about is you and now you’re doing what exactly he’s been imagining for months, years. You’re still not looking at him, your brows scrunching in focus on jerking him off. He can’t stop himself from bucking into your hands when your thumb starts flicking his mushroom tip, nudging his frenulum with your index finger before squeezing his shaft each time you do it.

You’re honestly amazed at how Jimin manages to hold off his climax this long but it shouldn’t surprise you when he has such incredible control of his body. It’s when your other hand reaches out to pull his necklace again to pull him towards you, that he finally gives in. It never crossed your mind that modifying this necklace by combining it with his gold link could serve as an advantage for you when playing with him.

Jimin’s hand leaves the table to muffle his mouth, eyes somewhat begging you to let him cum. You smile and he lets himself go through a series of incoherent cries, still covering his mouth like you ordered him to. And despite knowing how loud he can be, you quickly move to remove his hands to finally hear the delicious moans that he’s been obediently keeping. 

He continues to rock his hips despite the overstimulation, trying to catch your eyes and when you do look up, he’s back to purposely biting his lips as he gapes at you with his dark brown eyes.

He’s grinning while still biting his lips as he shoots more of his cum into your hands, it’s spilling all over but most of it landed on your black sheer top, especially on the sleeves.

“Jimin what the fuck! you came so much..” your enamoured eyes are focusing on his slit that’s still releasing loads of his sticky cum around your fingers.

“yeah, been holding them back” for you, he wants to add but he just chuckles, breathlessly and all giddy while eyeing you. It could be high from his mind-blowing orgasm but it’s more with how he basically just covered you with his cum.

You look cute when you’re annoyed, grumbling because of the stains on your sheer puffy top. Some of them are on your black leather pants too, and this just adds to his amusement as he watches you walking around frantically, looking for something to clean you both up with before his photoshoot finally commences in about a minute or so.

Jimin’s not sorry of course, seeing his cum stains on you is stirring something carnal in him. It's his way of marking you because you're his now, well, kind of. He'll just make sure to properly mark you next time.

e/n: i initially wrote this around the time it came out and during his birthday but wasn’t planning on posting it until later cuz i do have other priority fics but i just have to since i wasn’t able to post him last year 😭

schemin’ | myg (m) 04

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.

chapter warnings: boss/employee, more sexual tension, ethically questionable stuff, more info on y/n & daniel’s relationship, misogyny, y/n inner dialogue, strong language, intrusive thoughts, tame mention of abuse, angst, arguments, minors DNI

category: series

wordcount: 6.7k

a/n: ahhh i’m excited! this is the last chapter before some crazy shit goes down so im looking forward to ur reactions 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 no cliffhanger this time because the upcoming chapters will be chaos

— m.list & concept video

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chapter 4: talk about professional

As you lie awake in your bed, staring up at the ceiling with Daniel quietly snoring next to you, you’re reminded of the events directly after that weird ‘is there anything else you wanted to talk about?’ interaction with Agust.

You had gone home, excited to show your boyfriend, Daniel, the finished music video.

You bursted into the bedroom, your heart was pounding with excitement. Daniel was lounging in bed, engrossed in his phone.

“The music video is finally done!” you exclaimed, bouncing onto the bed next to him with your laptop bag in hand.

He quietly chuckled, setting aside his phone and giving you his full attention. “Show me.”

You eagerly pulled out your laptop, turned it on, inserted the USB containing the video, and hit play. You watched his face as he took in the scenes you had worked so hard on.

He nodded to the beat, his eyes scanning the screen. You felt your hands becoming clammy when the scenes with another man popped up but he kept nodding, watching intently.

He knew you were going to shoot scenes with another man and he didn’t seem opposed to it back then, but having to watch his reaction to it is another story.

“Wow,” he mumbled, when it was over. “That was good. You did well.” He leaned in and planted a kiss on your forehead before returning his undivided attention back to his damn phone.

You beamed with pride, a sheepish smile on your face. “Thank you,” you responded, happy that Daniel finally seemed somewhat happy for you.

Bare minimum.

But then he chuckled and joked, “That guy was awfully touchy, though.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line before sighing and speaking up, “The worst part is that the original actor couldn’t make it.”

He raised an eyebrow, his attention now fully back on you. “So, who’s that, then?”

“The man in the video?” you asked him, suddenly regretting bringing up the original actor’s absence.

He nodded, patiently waiting for an answer as his eyes roamed your features. “It’s Agust,” you replied as you shut your laptop.

“Agust? As in Agust D?” he asked, incredulously.

You nodded to his question as you pulled the USB out of your laptop and put it back into one of the compartments in your laptop bag.

“As in… your boss?”

Fuck.

The question made you finally look at him, a frown on your face.

“Yeah?”

“Your boss was touching you like that?” he asked, a look of confusion and anger in his eyes.

Your frown deepened. “It was just for the music video. We literally haven’t spoken since the shoot.” The lie fell out of your mouth before you could even swallow it.

Lying to him is already starting to get easy.

Daniel’s expression hardened. “And that makes it okay?”

Why is he suddenly switching up? He was okay with you recording intimate scenes with another man.

“What’s the problem? Another man would’ve been okay?” you asked, confused at the sudden interrogation.

“The problem is that the guy in the video isn’t some random stranger that does it for a living and sees it as a cash-grab, it’s your rich boss that you see daily,” he explained his point of view and you close your mouth, starting to understand where he’s coming from.

You looked down at the floor in deep thought. He made a good point but you hated that it was jealousy that was driving him instead of concern about you possibly being put in an uncomfortable situation with your boss that you couldn’t refuse.

“I bet he loved having that type of power over you,” he added.

You almost scoffed but stopped yourself. You were almost upset at how wrong he was. You hated the fact that you feel this way but your boyfriend was simply wrong. Agust hadn’t even glanced your way since the shoot, not once, aside from the interaction earlier today that you initiated. He was back to his stoic self. You should be relieved but you aren’t, you really aren’t.

You really wished you had made an impact on Agust the way he did you, as inappropriate as that sounds. You couldn’t help it. The tension, the proximity, the intimacy. You were so bothered that you were the only one affected by it.

Well… aside from your boyfriend, that is.

You sighed, “Don’t be ridiculous, Daniel. He would never see me that way and I wouldn’t either. I’m just a random employee to him and he’s a musician I greatly respect,” you lied as you reassured him before tucking your laptop away into your laptop bag and turned to him, feeling like you owe him an apology anyway.

“I’m sorry. The suggestion happened so suddenly and the actor had just cancelled and everyone looked at me. I just, I couldn’t turn it down. It was my first music video, these people had been working so hard on the sets. I couldn’t find it in my heart to decline.”

“Suggestion?” he repeated in confusion.

“The suggestion to have Agust D in the video,” you told him, turning your back to him as you placed your laptop bag on the floor next to your bed, rising to your feet in the process.

“Who suggested it?” His tone was venomous at this point.

Double fuck.

You knew he would press the issue if you told him the truth.

“The director.” The lie rolled off your tongue effortlessly as you walked towards the bathroom door.

You know if you had told the truth and said it was Agust, he would feel right about Agust wanting something more with you. He couldn’t be more wrong. As much as you like to fantasize about it, you’re sure Agust doesn’t really think of you like that.

Sure, keep lying to yourself.

You couldn’t lie and tell him that you suggested it either because that would have pissed him off even more. The director was your only plausible scapegoat.

You only heard a huff escape him and you turned to him, sighing. Great. Handful of interactions with Agust D and you were already lying to your boyfriend because of him.

“This is why I didn’t fucking want you going into this industry.” He got up and stormed up to you, menacingly looming over you. “Do you know how many CEOs and producers take advantage of women like that?” he inquired, eyes burning with rage.

“Oh, my God, Daniel.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Men take advantage of women in every fucking industry,” you snapped back at him, the blood under your skin started boilling at this point.

“Yeah, ‘cause women like you make it so fucking easy to!”

What?

What the fuck?

You stared at him in silence with wide eyes, an angry frown on your brows and your nostrils flared. How fucking dare he?

He stared back at you like he didn’t just say something incredibly fucked up.

You continued to stare at him with disbelief in your eyes before you decided not to put yourself through this. Not today. “Fuck you, Daniel,” you mumbled as you turned and entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

You pressed your back into the bathroom door, sliding down until your bum hit the floor and you pulled your knees up to your chest.

It wasn’t until your knees were stained from your wet cheeks that you realize you’d been crying. You silently cried into your thighs, his words playing on a loop in your head. You looked up at the ceiling as you sniffed, the back of your hand gliding up your nose to wipe the wetness spilling from it.

You’re used to fighting with Daniel, of course you are. He has always been very stubborn, entitled and snarky when something didn’t go his way.

You and him have been very rocky for years. You always came back to him but not because you couldn’t stay away but because he took you in whilst you were trying to make the music thing work for you. You felt like you owed him for that.

You know he took you in out of the goodness of his heart but you had fallen out of love with him a long time ago. You didn’t want to stay with him. You didn’t have much of a choice, though. And even less now.

Yes, you’re finally making money, compared to when he took you in because you didn’t even have a high school degree to your name and you were living in your cousin’s dirty basement at 21. So technically, you could just grab your shit and leave.

But how can you just… break up with him now, now that your music career was bound to take off? How would that make him feel? You stayed with him because you needed shelter and then when the taste of money hits your tongue, you want to dump him?

It isn’t fair. No matter how awful he makes you feel at times, you can’t bring yourself to do that.

Is it because you’re scared he’ll think you’re a bad person or because you’re scared he’ll do something to you? You’re not sure.

Daniel has never physically hurt you before, though. He isn’t the aggressive type, passive aggressive at most. But still. He has never spewed such misogynistic bullshit before either, so can you really be sure?

Either way, you’re stuck. Daniel is just always going to be in your life, you have no courage whatsoever to walk away from him and the life you built together.

Suck it up.

•••

The next few days you avoid Agust like the plague. You leave work early, you miss a few deadlines, you leave the room whenever Agust stepped in.

He seems to have noticed you avoiding him and slacking with your work because when you walk into your own personal studio exactly 7 days after your fight with Daniel, Agust is sitting on the couch against the wall, scrolling on his phone.

He’s been waiting for you.

Fuck.

You are startled but you can’t just turn around and walk out on him. You sigh and scratch the back of your head as you walk into your studio, closing the door behind you without turning your back to him.

You take a deep breath and walk further inside, steeling yourself for the conversation you are about to have. It has to happen one way or another.

He looks up at you as you walk into the room and your heart races at the eye contact.

“Look who it is,” he says, tossing his phone onto the table and getting up from the couch. The clatter of his phone hitting the table makes you slightly jump. He approaches you and you can’t help but back up a step.

“What’s up with you?” he asks, cocking his head to the side and looking at you closely. His eyes are stern and they linger on your lips, making you fight the urge to reach up and touch them self-consciously.

Your suspicions about why he’s here are confirmed the moment he points out your recent behavior. You are pleasantly surprised that he noticed your absence, though, considering what a busy, powerful man he is.

But why does he even care?

You are just one of the many artists under his label and he was drowning in his own work. You’re sure there are more than a few artists under him who he barely ever saw, who missed deadlines, who left work early.

Or were none of them as dumb as you?

“Nothing, I swear,” you lie, your voice coming out more high-pitched than you intended. “I’ve just been really busy.”

He frowns at you and a sudden burst of panic burns in your chest. You’re scared he can see straight through your lies and the last thing you want to do is disappoint him.

“I’ll take a lot of bullshit from my artists. But lying isn’t one of them,” he says, firmly. The stern frown on his brow makes you wince internally.

“Sir, I...” you trail off, biting your lip nervously. What could you even say at this point?

“Is this about the music video?” he starts, “Are you regretting it? Did I make you uncomfortable?” he quietly asks, his voice tinged with concern.

Your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head. “No, of course not. The opposite, you made me feel at ease.”

Aside from the arousal he gave you, that is.

Sure, you were and still are confused on why a CEO would offer to do that. If you weren’t so attracted to him maybe you would have questioned it more. But it’s true. He showed up to your first shoot when he didn’t have to. He went through a whole day of shooting with you for free. He was careful and gentle when touching you. He subtly held your dress down when it was riding up. He gave you encouraging words and nods throughout the day.

He sighs and looks away for a moment before returning his gaze to you. “What is it, then? Did your boyfriend complain or something?” he questions with a hint of playfulness and your face heats up at the joke.

Your shoulders bounce a bit as you chuckle. “He was just...” you begin but start to hesitate, trying to think of a way to explain yourself but quickly start trailing off.

That doesn’t sound right. Why does that not sound right?

A frown creeps on your face as the realization slowly sets in.

“How do you know I have a boyfriend?”

Silence.

The silence drags on for a few moments as you stare each other down. His expression is as stoic as ever and if he feels busted in this moment, he doesn’t show.

Then, he shrugs nonchalantly. “I know everything about my artists,” he says as he backs up from you, leaning his bum against your desk, arms crossed over his chest.

You frown at him, a bit annoyed at his vagueness. “Well,” you begin, your voice sharp. You know pressing him about this would lead nowhere so you just decide to tell him the truth. “I showed him the music video and he was okay with it until he found out it was you.”

His frown deepens and irritation spreads across his face. “Another man fondling his woman is fine, it’s me he has a problem with?”

You internally recoil at his usage of the word ‘fondle’. It reminds you that Agust also has a memory and can recall the shoot just as well as you do.

You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest to hide your trembling hands. “It’s just that if it had been a hired actor, it would have been different,” you say quickly, looking away from him. “You being a rich, famous, powerful, well-respected man, not to mention my boss, who I see daily...” you trail off, hoping you are making sense as you peek at him for a moment before looking away again.

He rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You aren’t used to seeing him quite this irritated.

It’s pretty hot.

“I understand he’s worried because I’m your boss, but shouldn’t he have a bit of trust in you? He’s scared his girl will pounce me because I touched her a little bit? Are you that easy?”

What?

Your head snaps back at him, your eyes big as they burn into his. You frown at him, your head tilting to the side for a split second and your lips twitch. His face is completely blank but you caught a hint of something in his tone and in his eyes that you can’t quite put your finger on.

The insanely horny succubus on your shoulder jumps in excitement at the man you’ve been fantasizing about saying this to you but your common sense does not like those words coming out of your boss’ mouth.

“I don’t think that comment is very appropriate or professional,” you sternly say, staring at him with a defiant look.

“Probably isn’t,” he agrees immediately with a smug shrug, still staring at you with a blank expression. What’s up with him? You’d always known he was blunt but this seems a bit out of line, even for him.

He runs his tongue across his teeth from left to right before saying the next few words. “Touching and kissing each other wasn’t very appropriate or professional either, but look at us.”

Nah. Fight back.

Your jaw drops in shock. “That was work related,” you protest, your voice rising slightly as you take a step forward. “This is my personal life.”

What the fuck is his problem?

“Yeah, it was. Until you started letting it mess with your work. My work. Talk about professional,” he scoffs, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair and looking away as he pushes his body off the desk to take another few steps toward you.

Due to his shocking comments, you had completely forgotten about why he was here in the first place. Like he said, you were slacking with your work, his work. And if you know anything about the producer in front of you, it’s that he doesn’t play about his career.

He takes a deep breath before looking back at you. “I won’t let anyone or anything interfere with my work. You should already know that,” he says, his tone so stern it sends a shiver down your spine.

As much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. Despite his reaction, all the things he’s done for you and this is how you repay him? By avoiding him, by slacking with your work, by leaving early?

You quickly nod your head, feeling contrite. You don’t want to risk your job or dream over something as stupid as an insecure boyfriend. “Yeah, you’re right, sir. It won’t happen again.” Your voice comes out bitter and rude.

He humorlessly chuckles at the sudden change of words and the bitterness leaking from your tone, grabbing his phone from the table and walking around you, allowing you to get a smell of his insanely good cologne. It has to be Dior’s Sauvage. “Well then. Namjoon is waiting for you in his studio, he wants to finish that track already.”

And with that, he walks out of the studio, leaving you standing there feeling both relieved and disappointed with yourself. You hate that he had to point out your behavior. You hate that he talked to you like that even more. Is this what they mean when they say the industry is full of assholes?

His choice of words to you today were a slap to the face, one after the other. He has always been so dismissive and not a man of many words.

You know you don’t get to complain about how someone reacts when you’re the one that screws up, but you’re not sure whether he’s genuinely upset at you for biting the hand that feeds you or if he’s actually an asshole trying to provoke you. Your healthy consciousness tells you it’s not the latter.

•••

As you’re driving home, your phone buzzes twice in your pocket. Once you reach a red light, you reach for it and watch as the screen lights up. It says you have a message but you have the previews turned off so you groan to yourself as you type in your code to unlock your phone. You tap the message icon to see who texted you.

[6:21PM]

from: Jinnie

Yoooooo

[6:21PM]

from: Jinnie

What are you up to?

A smile spreads across your lips once you read the message, it’s been a while since you’ve seen Seokjin, even if you text quite often. You’ve been so busy with work, he’s been so busy with work and this meant neither of you had any free time.

You and Seokjin met shortly before you got romantically involved with Daniel. You and Seokjin had been fooling around, nothing serious, so it wasn’t hard to let go of whatever you had when you started dating Daniel. Still, Seokjin has been present in your life ever since.

You quickly text him a reply while the light is still red.

[6:23PM]

to: Jinnie

driving home. whyyy

[6:23PM]

from: Jinnie

Are you hungry?

[6:23PM]

to: Jinnie

kinda?

[6:24PM]

from: Jinnie

Please come check this new pizza place out with me I don’t wanna go alone

You snicker as you read the message. For as long as you’ve known him, Seokjin hates going out by himself.

[6:24PM]

to: Jinnie

you’re such a loser

[6:25PM]

from: Jinnie

A loser with a beautiful face.

You roll your eyes at his response. He’s right, though. He’s quite beautiful. You’re not sure he even belongs on Earth.

You notice the light has turned green but thankfully there aren’t any cars lining up behind you so you quickly type out a response.

[6:26PM]

to: Jinnie

yeah yeah. just text me the address

You drop your phone between your thighs onto the car seat as you start driving again. Another buzz makes you look down at your phone once you halt to let an elderly couple cross the street.

[6:26PM]

from: Jinnie

👁️ ❤️ 🫵🏼

You stare at it confused for a while before you realize he’s found another unique way of saying ‘I love you’. You chuckle as you roll your eyes, the address soon following that message. You type it into your car’s built in GPS and head to meet your friend.

•••

Upon your arrival, you spot Seokjin instantly, typing away on his phone in a booth. You walk up to him and flick his forehead as you sit down, earning an ‘ow!’ from him as he rubs his forehead and drops his phone onto the table with a clatter.

“What the hell was that for?” he grumbles, a pout present on his plump lips as he continues to dramatically rub it.

“I just felt like it.” You shrug your shoulders as you open the camera app on your phone, aiming the lens at the QR code on a sticker near the corner of the table to check out the menu.

After bickering about what you two should order, you agree on a medium BBQ chicken with cheese in the crust.

The two of you catch up as you wait for your order but it arrives pretty quickly.

Up until this point it had just been about Seokjin, about how much he hates his job and wants to strangle the old racist white lady that’s always trying to tell him what to do and how to do things, despite Seokjin having worked there longer than her.

Once Seokjin takes the first bite of his pizza slice, he looks up at you, his brown fluffy hair tickling his eyelashes. “So, what about you, ms. D-Town Records? How’s work?”

You shrug as you take a bite of yours, wiping some of the grease off the corner of your lips with a napkin. “It’s been amazing. My coworkers are amazing. Namjoon might be your type.”

He cocks his eyebrow as he swallows a big chunk of his pizza, “If I worked for Agust D, my coworkers would be the last thing I bring up when asked about my work life.”

You internally wince at the mention of Agust. That interaction this morning is way too fucking humiliating to think about.

“Hello? Earth to fucking Y/N.” You see him snapping his fingers in front of your face and you slap his hand away as you take another bite of your pizza, avoiding his gaze.

“What do you want me to say?” you mumble, swallowing thickly as you reach for your iced tea but Seokjin snatches it away.

“Um, I don’t know? Tell me what it’s like to work for one of the most popular producers in the world?” he snarks, taking a big gulp of your iced tea despite having his own. You groan his name as you reach for the glass bottle but he holds it out of your reach.

You sigh as you slouch into your seat. You decide it’s impossible to reason with him so you reach for your phone, turn down the volume, go into your files – yes, you hornily put the unreleased horny music video on your horny phone so you could hornily watch it anywhere and anytime – and hand him your phone after hitting play.

Seokjin frowns as he takes your phone, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he tilts and rotates your phone so he can view it in full screen. He asks if this is the music video you were talking about a few weeks ago and you confirm with a nod, nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you watch his reaction.

He looks amazed to say the least, eyes big as he watches the video intently. A few ‘wow’s, ‘you look so good’s, ‘the budget’s leave his mouth as he examines your screen. He looks way more into this than Daniel, but then again, what boyfriend would want to watch their girlfriend being humped and fondled by another man? No matter if it’s real or fake.

Once the video ends, he gets up and hugs you, placing kisses all over your face. You giggle as you try to push him off but there’s no strength behind your attempts so he just continues.

He excitedly tells you how cool the video is, how good you looked, how expensive it looks, everything. He keeps showering you with compliments and your heart feels full.

After what seemed at least 5 minutes of non stop praising, Seokjin sits across from you again and takes another bite of his pizza slice.

“You don’t think that trying to distract me with that would make me forget about asking you what it’s like to work for Agust D, right?” he quips, shoving the cheesy crust into his mouth.

You squint your eyes at him. “I just gave you the answer.”

You watch as confusion takes over his face, his chewing pausing as he tries to understand what you mean. He swallows after a while and takes a sip of his own iced tea, “When did you give me an answer?”

“Just now,” you reply quickly, turning your phone to him again that is paused on a frame of you seductively staring at the camera with – which to him is – an unfamiliar man pressing kisses to your collarbone in a queen sized bed.

He glances down at your phone, back up at you, back down at your phone. Then, he leans back in the backrest of his seat. “I’m so confused right now.”

You chuckle, your shoulders bobbing a bit as you glance down at your phone. “That man is Agust D.”

The expression on his face doesn’t change, he still looks as confused as ever. “What man?”

You roll your eyes, your leg bouncing under the table impatiently. “Have you always been this fucking stupid? The man in the music video, Seokjin. This man,” you snark as you hold your phone up to his face, shaking it slightly to make him look at the screen, “is Agust D.”

His frown lingers for a moment more as his eyes take a second to focus on the screen so close to his face before you physically see the realization set in. The frown is gone and his eyes widen as he leans forwards, snatching your phone out of your hand.

“That’s fucking Agust D?!” he screeches and you slap your hand onto his mouth, hoping to keep him quiet.

“The original actor bailed. He just jumped in as a last minute backup actor,” you hiss at him quickly, mentally slapping yourself for thinking you could have a normal conversation with Seokjin about this.

You quietly explain the entire storyline, up until the argument with Agust this morning. He rolls his eyes at the mention of Daniel and his tantrums. Seokjin never liked Daniel so you spare him the details of what Daniel actually said to you. You never bothered to ask why he doesn’t like your boyfriend but you have a good feeling you know why.

Seokjin intently listens to you, rubbing his smooth chin as he listens to you. Once you’ve trailed off, fingers picking at the cold onions on the pizza piece in front of you, Seokjin straightens his back and looks at you before speaking up.

“Listen, I’m not condoning his unprofessionalism, not at all, but you have to give it to him. Nothing he did warrants you slacking with your work. Daniel can be as upset as he wants, he knew the risks.”

As you listen to Seokjin’s point of view, you look down at the table in shame. He’s right.

“What do I do?” you ask him, quietly.

He studies you for a moment before sighing quietly. “I’m not sure. I think if it was me, I’d apologize to my boss.”

“You’re just saying that because you hate Daniel.”

“Maybe.” He simply shrugs. “But it doesn’t hurt to show the person that’s putting money in your pockets that you’re the bigger person. Doesn’t matter if you’re sincere about it.”

You exhale the deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding, fingers now fidgeting with the rim of your glass bottle as you lazily sip your drink.

“And because I kinda ship you and Agust D.”

Once those words leave his mouth, you almost spit out the iced tea you just took a sip of. You wipe the corners of your mouth, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. “What are you on about?”

“Oh, come on. Boss and employee dynamic with a sprinkle of cheating? It’s a classic! The forbiddenness of it all.” He dramatically waves his hands in the air as if he’s pitching an idea for a TV show. “Especially now that the two of you have literally already shared a bed.”

You only grunt in response, heat rising to your cheeks and ears. You wave your hand at him, hoping he’ll drop the absurdity.

He just grins teasingly at you but eventually reaches for your hand, rubbing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb. “Just do whatever you think is best.”

•••

You walk into Agust’s studio the morning following the confrontation with two steaming cups of coffee in your hands. You spot him sitting in front of his computer, typing and clicking away.

He’s so neat for someone that’s constantly drowning in work. Nothing ever seems out of place in his studio.

“Goodmorning, boss,” you say, walking up to him and placing one of the cups on his desk.

Agust turns to the side in his chair, surprised by the unexpected visit. “Y/N,” he breathes as he leans back in his chair to look up at you. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks, watching you intently.

He’s wearing a beige suit today, his long black hair isn’t slicked back like it usually is. It’s still styled to perfection, wavy and tucked back behind one ear. He looks fucking good.

You take a deep breath and bite your lip nervously. “For tolerating me,” you say, apologetically.

Agust frowns slightly, sensing that something’s off. “Elaborate?” he asks, his intrigued tone tinged with confusion.

You sigh and look down at your cup before meeting his gaze again. “I’m sorry about everything,” you quietly say, remorse in your tone. Once you made it home yesterday and took in Seokjin’s words, you realized he was right, you hadn’t even apologized for your behavior. It doesn’t matter if he was an asshole.

He listens intently to your words, leaning forwards in his chair, his elbows on his thighs, watching you closely as you speak.

“I was unprofessional and I pushed you to the point where you felt like you had to call me out on it. I just wanted to say that I appreciate how easily you forgave me.”

When you finish, he quietly stares at the cup of coffee in your hands before he gets up from his chair and now stands in front of you, his eyes glaring down at you.

“Who said I forgive you?”

Your eyes widen in surprise. Fuck. “I–uh... well, I thought–”

He quietly chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m fucking with you,” he says, a small smile on his lips. “Of course I forgive you. I was also a bit out of line, you know. I’m sorry too.”

You exhale in relief and smile back at him, gently pushing his bicep. “Ugh, don’t scare me like that,” you murmur, grateful for his understanding and playful mood.

You didn’t expect him to apologize too. You’re glad he’s apologized as well because this confirms he’s not just an asshole but an asshole with feelings.

“I just… I stick my neck out for you. It’s a bit of a slap to the face when you start acting like you don’t want to work here,” he quietly says. He’s usually way more assertive and blunt but these words are still forming a lump in your throat. He’s right.

You nod quickly. You’re happy you took Seokjin’s advice and apologized. “Of course, boss.”

He sits back down and picks up his coffee cup, humming in delight after taking a sip from it. “How’d you know how I like my coffee?” he asks curiously, taking another sip as he peeks at you.

You shrug and give him a cheeky smile. “I know everything about my boss,” you say, referencing the words he had said to you the day before. You wink at him before taking a sip of your own coffee.

You’re going to have to thank Namjoon for knowing how the boss takes his coffee.

Agust has a smug but playful grin on his lips, probably at the familiar words. Maybe he likes the idea of you knowing everything about him, even if it wasn’t entirely true. “Brat,” he chuckles as he shakes his head.

Brat?

Your mind? Blank. Him calling you a brat instantly sparked something between your thighs.

He does seem like the type to like bratty behavior, doesn’t he? Go on, provoke him.

Shut the fuck up. As if we need more unethical shit to happen.

The conversation has ended. You should leave. You know you should leave. But Agust isn’t usually in a mood like this, so you can’t help but want to enjoy it for as long as you can.

“So, what are you working on?” You attempt to keep the conversation going because truth be told, you don’t want to leave. Your gaze briefly darts to the monitor on top of his desk after eyeing him for a bit. You lean your bum casually against the edge of his desk, careful not to obstruct his view of the screen.

He peeks up from his laptop, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before he returns his attention to the screen. There’s a hint of intrigue in his expression, as if your question had sparked his interest and you hope he doesn’t tell you to get out of his studio like he’s done countless times before.

“Nothing.” He must’ve realized how snarky he sounded because he quickly continues, “I’m checking out a friend’s recommendation about an up-and-coming artist.” His pink tongue peeks out at the corner of his mouth in concentration, a small frown on his brow.

You take another sip from your steaming coffee, the warmth of the cup spreading through your fingers. Your eyes stay glued to him even when you drink, waiting for more details but they never come.

“Liking them so far?” you inquire, curiosity evident in the slight raise of your eyebrows.

He pauses, his gaze shifting momentarily as he ponders the question. He takes a sip from the coffee cup you had brought him, contemplating his response for a few seconds.

“They’re undeniably talented, but I’m uncertain if their style would fit my label,” he replies, his voice tinged with a touch of hesitation.

Nodding thoughtfully, you glance at his hands, which dance skillfully across the keyboard as he clicks and types, each movement purposeful and precise. Your eyes trail the veins, a lump forming in your throat and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you remember the shoot.

Those hands were on your skin 2 and a half weeks ago.

His eyes are suddenly on yours and you quickly avert your eyes, opening your mouth to start a conversation that won’t start with him asking you why you’re ogling his hands like a fucking freak.

“You know, sir, you need a break every once in a while,” you say with a quickness, taking another sip of your coffee and ignoring how you drank that too quickly as the liquid burns down your esophagus. You place your cup down on the desk next to your hip.

He grunts in response to your words, a mixture of annoyance and amusement evident in the quiet noise that just left his lips. “Don’t you have work to do? Shoo.” He tries to dismiss you with a wave of his hand.

You’d feared he’d dismiss you like this but at least you got to spend a little more time with him. Well, it was nice while it lasted. Time to go.

What are you doing? This is your chance. A little flirting won’t hurt anyone.

The imaginary succubus on your shoulder purrs in your ear. As the memories of Daniel’s words to you rush back into your head, you feel yourself handing control over to the little demon.

You feign offense, eyes widening and lips parting in mock astonishment as you bring your hand to your chest, right where your heart is located. “You don’t want me around?”

He rolls his eyes and groans but a faint smile plays on his lips, revealing that he’s amused by your antics. And maybe the flirtatious hint in your tone.

Bingo.

“You’re right, I don’t want you around.” He confirms your fake assumption with a nod, eyes still not looking at you when you fake gasp at the revelation.

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’re distracting.” His voice betrays a hint of affection as he leans back into his chair.

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat for a moment, surprised by his words. Distraction? He feels distracted by you?

It probably means nothing but you can’t help the way your stomach clenches at the confession. You aren’t even doing anything. You distract him by just being present?

“Oh, a mere nobody like me can distract the mighty Agust D?” you tease, a mischievous glint in your eyes, confidence surging through your veins for a moment, “I could fly right now.”

He turns his head away from his screen and locks his gaze with yours for a few seconds before they drop to your bum and how you casually went from leaning against his desk to fully sitting on top of it.

He’s unable to suppress a small smile. “Get lost, brat.” Fuck.

In hopes he didn’t notice the way you just froze again for a few seconds, you chuckle nervously at the pet name, your laughter filling the room. You quickly hop off his desk gracefully, steaming coffee cup in hand.

What are the chances he bends you over this desk right now? If we’re being honest, it’s probably around 70%, isn’t it?

You’re definitely psychward material.

“Sure thing, boss,” you playfully sing, heading towards the door as you do your absolute best to ignore your unhinged thoughts.

Just as your hand reaches for the door handle, your boss’ voice halts you in your tracks.

“Y/N?” he calls out to you.

This is it. He’s gonna ask if he can fuck you.

You need to be put down.

You turn your head, looking over your shoulder toward him, curiosity and surprise mingling on your expression as you fidget with the rim of your half full coffee cup. “Hm?”

Agust swivels in his chair, fully facing you. He intertwines his own fingers and places his hands on his stomach, his jet black eyes fixed on you.

“You can ask me and talk to me about anything. Whatever you want, you get,” he says, seemingly a bit out of nowhere. “I’m your boss. I owe you a responsibility.”

Oh, well. Close enough.

How is that remotely close to what you were anticipating, you freak?

You stand there for a moment as you try to focus on your heart that’s filled with a mix of gratitude and confusion. You contemplate his words, realizing that beneath his tough exterior, he genuinely cares.

“And you really need to learn how to knock on doors,” he says before turning around, giving you his back again.

His words are sincere but you hate how blank his face is. You still can’t read him. You take a deep breath and simply nod to his words, he’s not watching you anymore so you’re just nodding to yourself. Your gaze drags down his body and back up into the back of his skull before you turn and exit his studio.

If only he knew what you wanted from him.

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“ a n g e l ”

p a i r i n g : yoongi x reader

g e n r e : boyfriend au.

t a g s : unprotected sex, creampies, boyfriend!yoongi, domestic fluff, idol yoongi, slice of life, age-difference, possessive sex, face-sitting, blow jobs, breeding kink, brief phone sex, accidental voyeurism, y’all get caught by hobi lmao, yoongi deflowers you lol, corruption kink, sweetheart!reader

s u m m a r y : he’s yours and you are his. you didn’t need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

w o r d c o u n t : 7 k

Sunlight creeps through the closed blinds, some parts hitting your face and others on your back. It feels a bit warm, you softly moan in protest and bring the covers over to hide your face. Judging by how bright it is in the room it must already be late morning, maybe even noon.

"...y/n," a low raspy voice mumbled out to you, "I'm hungry."

You squeeze your eyes shut and curl up into a tiny ball with your face buried in the covers, "I am too." It's half-bullshit because you know you're just talking out of your ass since you're half-asleep and still in the process of waking. "I want... want pancakes.. with sprinkles." You mumble, though it comes out muffled because you've burrowed yourself.

Yoongi rolls over, throwing his leg over your body and hugging you close, "We had pancakes yesterday."

"Right.. waffles?"

He chuckled quietly in response and buried his nose in your neck, "You're unbelievable baby, why don't we go out? I'm sure it's brunch." The whine you let out didn't need much explanation as he sighed, "We can bring it back here yeah? I know you wanna finish watching your Rick and Morty show."

You stayed quiet for a little bit thinking about your options. A.) stay in the comfort of your home where you have your soft warm bed, or B.) get out of bed, get dressed, and go outside only to come back. ".... Fine." You muttered slowly peeking your head out of the covers, "Promise we come back?"

"Promise," Yoongi grinned as he propped himself up while staring at you, "now c'mere and give me a kiss baby."

A soft giggle left your lips as you leaned in to peck his lips. You did this three times before he grabbed the back of your head with a laugh as he kissed the hell out of you. Yoongi grinned softly against your lips as he pulled back just a little, "Such a tease," he eyed your lips and then you, "so fuckin' beautiful."

"Yoongi," you whined feeling shy about his compliments, "are we going or not?"

"Shh," he smothered you with more kisses, murmuring in-between, "let me give my princess more kisses."

Your heart soared at the words, you loved how affectionate he was with you. Everyone perceived him as a cold rapper with attitude but no one knew him like you did. He was your baby boy at heart, sure he could be scary at times but he was a complete sweetheart if you were being honest.

You and Yoongi met one day on one of the BTS Run! sets. At first it started with him staring at you and just overall checking you out, but then he actually made small talk. The two of you got along pretty well and by the end of the episode he left with your number.

Over the next weeks you learned he was older than you—a six year age-gap separating the two of you. You didn't mind it much, in fact the increase in age was kind of hot to you. Yoongi was much like you anyways, he liked them a little younger. The two of you talked and talked until he confessed his feelings and vice-versa.

Yoongi took it slow and you were glad he did because this was your first serious relationship. You guess you could say you were a virgin in both aspects: first kiss, first time. He didn't judge nor find it unappealing that you hadn't ever been serious with anyone. In fact he fucking loved it.

The idea of being the first and only person in your life that held you, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and got to kiss those soft lips of yours did things to him. You even had a pretty little purity ring, but the cherry on top was when you told him you have never even touched yourself. It was like a flip had switched within him, you remembered it so clearly;

yoonie<3 [10:45]

just got home from the studio love

have you eaten?

yea i had a late class today :(

sorry to hear that baby

you in bed now?

yep!

You decided to send a selfie of you cuddled up to the Sanrio pillow he had bought you during a date. You deemed it cute enough to send and waited patiently for his response. Of course you didn't expect one right away because Yoongi wasn't big on texting. He enjoyed face-to-face or talking on the phone.

Your phone buzzed and you scrambled to pick it up, rolling on your tummy with your feet in the air as you smiled like a school girl.

yoonie<3 [10:50]

you look so fucking cute baby

you're wearing my shirt aren't you?

it's super comfy lol it smells like you

what else you have on baby?

A soft blush spread over your cheeks as you bit your lip. You felt butterflies in your tummy as you tried to make sense of his question. Was he genuinely curious or was he asking because of other intentions.. Either way you couldn't fight off the nervousness you felt.

i'm wearing the white shorts you bought me

yoonie<3 [10:53]

can i see?

Panic set in as you sat up, "Crap.. what do I do now?" You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, clearly you've never been in a situation like this, much less with your boyfriend. You looked towards the large mirror on your wall across your bed. You softly grinned, "Bingo."

You switched your main lights off and turned on your LED lights, lighting your room up in a fuchsia color. You sat up straight facing the mirror and blushed as you got into what you assumed was the cowgirl position, sitting on your knees as you spread your thighs apart and posed. You made sure the curve of your waist to your ass was on display as you snapped the photo.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod," you rushed out while sending the photo and tossing your phone aside.

yoonie<3 [10:55]

shit

that's so fucking hot baby

can i see what's under?

You were feeling a little bit bolder than usual so you slowly took off the shirt and shorts, leaving you in your matching bra/underwear. You switched the camera and raised your arm a little, using your other to cup your breasts to push them together. You angled the camera down to capture your panties as well. That wasn't the only photo you took.

You bit your lip and decided to take off your bra, pushing your breasts together in one and then in the second photo you snapped it of your ass. After hitting send you laid back just staring at the ceiling thinking about what you had just done. Wild thoughts running through your mind, wondering about Yoongi's reaction or if he saw them at all.

The phone suddenly began ringing, scaring you out of your wits as you jumped. You grabbed the phone with excitement thrumming in your body as you swiped to answer it, "Yoongi?"

"What was all that baby? You trying to make me lose it?" He huskily breathed into the phone.

His deep raspy voice had you pressing your thighs together. It aroused you to no ends hearing him like this, knowing you were the cause. "Do I look pretty?" You softly asked.

"You look so fucking beautiful, wish you were here with me now."

"If I was there what would you do?" You twirled a strand of your hair playing along with Yoongi's little game.

Yoongi released a noise akin to a growl, "You don't even know the half of it pretty girl, I'd have you in my bed with nothing but your pretty panties on. Just wanna leave kisses all over your body, some marks on those pretty tits of yours. Don't even get me started on your ass baby, it's god-send."

All these things being said to you all at once made you flush with desire, a dull throbbing sensation came from between your thighs. You found yourself laying on your side, phone tucked under your ear as you tried to calm down. "Yoongi.." you murmured shyly, "It feels so hot in here."

"Take your panties off baby, I know my sweet girl wants to play with herself, let me guide you baby."

You set the phone down on speaker, shuffling around and slowly sliding your panties down, "They're off."

"Good girl, tease yourself baby. Play with those pretty nipples first. Imagine it's me there with you, sucking on them and pinching." He breathed out softly, shuffling can be heard on his end.

You bit your lip and cupped your breasts and squeezing gently. Slowly you slid the straps off your shoulders and let your breasts pour out from the bra. The cool air caused your nipples to harden almost immediately, it made you sigh softly as your fingers came up to gently roll the nub around. It caused your clit throb even more, pleasure spreading all around specifically down between your legs.

"Oh the things I'd do to you.. you don't know how much I want to fuck you love, you drive me so crazy, especially those pretty lips of yours. I always imagine what it'd be like to have those lips wrapped around my cock. More so that fat ass of yours." He breathed out, a slick sound coming from the other end of the phone.

You whimpered softly, free hand slowly slipping down to cup your hot pussy. Slick was starting to build up slowly, you ran the tip of your index finger up and down your soft folds. It felt hot down there, even more when you dipped in to touch at your hooded clit and then your slicked up hole. "I'm so wet," you breathed out, slowly poking at your tight hole.

"Go on baby, rub on your pretty pussy. Use your finger to tease your clit. Go slow for me, get yourself even wetter." Yoongi groaned out.

Listening to his words you slowly circled your clit and found a nice angle you liked and pressed down, firmly rubbing over it. It felt good, your legs quivered slightly as you forced them apart and let the cool air brush against your parted folds. "I feel so empty, I need more," you moaned out, toes curling and uncurling as you gave yourself pleasure.

"Slip a finger inside baby, finger yourself open."

You slowly slipped your hand down and pressed your middle finger in, slowly pushing it into your pussy. It hurt a little, stinging until a dull throbbing pain took over. A pained moan left your lips as you managed to fit your finger in. The pain was very much there but died down just a tiny bit. "It hurt a little.." you mumbled softly, panting just a little.

"I'm sorry baby, if I was there I'd kiss it all better. If you don't like it we can stop."

"No, I want to keep going, it feels good when I rub myself at the same time." You shyly admitted while using your other hand to rub at your clit slowly, the pain and pleasure mixing quite well.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum when you talk like that. Makes me feel like one of those high school boys." Yoongi chuckled breathily.

You wanted to laugh at his words when all of a sudden you hit a spot that had your legs quivering even more. "Ohh.." you moaned out, your hips canted upwards towards the feeling. "Yoongi," you whined quietly as you rubbed faster while pumping your finger in and out.

There was a soft squelching noise that came from between your thighs. You got a little overzealous with your pleasure, finger going faster as you hiked your legs up and apart. "Mmm, feels so good. I'm getting so close."

Yoongi groaned softly, "Go on baby, cum for me. I'm so close too." He quietly huffed, the slick noises on the other end getting louder and louder.

You whimpered softly as your brows furrowed, the pleasure was rising higher and higher. You were embarrassed that you were coming this quickly but in your defense it was the first time you ever did this. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, body shuddering and quaking.

"Cum baby," Yoongi panted out, the shuffling noises getting faster and faster.

"Yoongi," you finally sobbed, body shaking as your orgasm rolled through you. It left your body weak and satisfied, a low pulsing feeling came from between your legs as your pussy throbbed around your digit. You rode out your orgasm just listening to Yoongi's own moaning and curses as he presumably came.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you,"

+

Yoongi had been busy preparing for his leave to LA, you understood the consequences of dating a worldwide idol so it wasn't a big deal to you. It wasn't like he didn't make time for you, Yoongi still managed to squeeze in a date or two amidst the chaos unfolding. He still came home to you no matter how tiring his day had been, something you found endearing.

"I'm home," he called out in a lazy tone, "I bought those chips you were eyeing at the store the other day."

You turned around from your place on the couch, "Oh thank you, you didn't need to though Yoonie." A soft giggle escaped your lips as you stretched out and went to greet your boyfriend with a kiss. You gently pried the bags from his hand, "I made your favorite," you softly grinned.

Yoongi sent you a soft tired smile, "Thank you baby, I'll eat some right now. Gonna shower and get this shit off me." He muttered motioning to whatever the hell he thought he had on his face.

You pouted softly at his tired look and decided to just hop into the shower with him. You missed him deeply, missed his touch and overall just the feeling of him holding you in his arms. You quietly followed him, watching as he stripped and stepped into the shower. You slowly stripped and made your way into the spacious shower space.

Yoongi made a noise of surprise when he felt your arms come up to wrap around his middle. "Baby?" He asked softly as he placed his hands over your arms.

"Wanted to help you relax." You shyly mumbled into his back as you pressed soft kisses on his shoulder blade and back.

He didn't say anything after that and just sighed letting the warm water run down your bodies. He turned around to bring you into his arms as he swayed side to side with you. You enjoyed this type of intimacy with him just holding you. It reminded you so much of the first time he held you like this.

Coincidentally it had all started with a shower too;

"Ow–wait," you hissed when Yoongi pressed into you, cock slipping past your wet folds. Your hand came up to gently grip his biceps as your hips moved away from his, "Hurts really bad."

Yoongi grunted softly as he took ahold of his cock and pulled back, "Should we stop?" He asked while rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds, pressing on your clit as he slid his cock side to side.

"No, I just.. give me a sec." You mumbled, taking deep breaths and trying to relax. You knew it'd hurt but if you kept overthinking like this you might as well never have sex then. You were pretty sure it wasn't going to end horribly or anything. You'd done foreplay with Yoongi going down on you and getting you nice and wet on his fingers beforehand.

With a quiet sigh you moved to accommodate yourself and spread your thighs open for him, "I'm ready," you murmured out, "just.. go slower."

Yoongi leaned down to cage you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours. He rolled his hips against yours, just idly humping and letting his cock rub up against your inner thigh. "I love you," he murmured softly as he stared into your eyes.

You smiled back at him, "I love you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

Yoongi took the opportunity to slip his cock between your folds once more, pressing in and then pushing slowly. You whimpered into the kiss, arms tightening around him as you tried your hardest to be relaxed. Your lower half burned, pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Yoongi released a muffled groan into your mouth as he pulled your body closer to his.

He finally bottomed out inside of you, balls pressed snug against your ass. You sighed quietly reaching up to gently move his hair out of his face, "Does it hurt?" Yoongi quietly asked, peppering kisses all over your face.

"A little." You softly replied, your hands coming up to gently grip his hair.

Yoongi grinned softly and pressed his forehead against yours, "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Especially when you wear your cute little reading glasses.

You whined out of embarrassment, "Yoongi," you huffed, "those glasses literally make me look like a old librarian." You cackled quietly.

"A hot librarian I'd fuck." Yoongi laughed softly, he lowered himself down on his elbows, caging you in his arms and making you feel even smaller than before.

You shook your head with a eye-roll as you scooted closer, letting your hips roll upwards slowly to test the waters. It didn't hurt as much and the pain was laced with a spark of pleasure. "I'm good," you breathed out, "try not to go too crazy."

Yoongi just chuckled in response as his hips slowly rolled into you, his cock grinding forward and stretching you out. You made soft noises of pain here and there but didn't let him stop, you wanted all of him. He buried his face in your neck, panting softly as his hips worked into you. He had switched his motion and was now pulling out until the tip of his cock remained.

"Yoongi," you mewled, legs hooking around his waist with your ankles pressed against the top of his ass.

"What is it angel?" He moaned out, "Want me to stuff you full of my cock? Fuck you till your legs are shaking and you're begging me to stop?" His hands slithered down to grab ahold of your asscheeks, giving them a harsh squeeze.

A strained whine left your plush lips, hands scrambling to grip his shoulders, "Y-Yes, please I want all of it," your eyes began to fill with tears, sobs threatening to leave, "give it to me Yoongi."

Yoongi groaned sharply his hips picked up the pace drastically, "Baby," he shuddered, "god you feel so fucking good. That's it, such a good girl for me. You gonna take my cock?" He hoarsely whispered.

You let out a sweet whimper as your body bounced in place in tandem to his thrusts. "Yes, I'm your good girl. Gonna take your cock however you want me to," you rasped out, "let you use my pussy as a cum dump."

His hips stuttered in their movements, a filthy moan leaving his lips with his pace increasing. "The mouth you got on you," he panted out as his balls slapped against your ass, filthy squelching noises filling the air. "Want my cum in your pretty pussy baby? Fill you till you're dripping?"

"Yes! God yes please,"

Yoongi pulled back as he used his arms to push himself up and hover over you. He began to piston his hips faster, thighs smacking against your skin as loud clapping noises emitted. "Gonna breed you baby, have you filled with my cum by the end of the night." He grunted.

"Yoongi..!" You squealed feeling your pussy throb from overuse. You were starting to feel your orgasm slowly creeping up on you, it was somehow more intense than before. You eagerly reached down to rub at your clit in rapid circles, "I-I'm gonna cum! Oh god–yes mmm–gonna cum, I'm coming!" A high-pitched sob escaped your lips as you threw your head back, legs shaking and toes curling tightly.

He moaned loudly at the sight of you coming undone. In a way he felt smug knowing that he was the first and most likely the last cock you'd ever have. The way your pussy tightened around his cock made him fall over on top of you. He hugged your body close to his, breathing harshly into your ear as he groaned, "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum," he breathed out, " 'bout to cum in your pretty pussy."

You weakly hugged him back, legs falling from his waist as you let him use you. "Shit you're so–" Yoongi groaned loudly as he couldn't finish his sentence, "God baby, gonna make me cum."

He moaned filthily as his mouth fell open, he went quiet for a few seconds, all you could hear was the sound of the bed shaking and the sheets shuffling. "F-Fuck," he stuttered out, hips slamming into your three times before he stilled. His cock throbbed, spurts of cum spilling out and filling your already ruined pussy.

You whimpered softly and buried your face in his neck. Yoongi kept rocking into you while riding his orgasm out, soft breathless groans leaving him. "Did so well for me angel," he panted into your ear, turning to kiss your cheek and temple, "so good.."

"y/n?" Yoongi broke the silence that had fell over you both. When you hummed back he let out a soft breath he had been holding in, "I asked if you wanted to come to LA with me, we can go to Universal Studios like you wanted."

"LA? But I thought you were going cause of the award show and the concerts?" You tilted your head.

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah, doesn't mean I won't have free time. Please? I don't think I'll be able to stay away from you for a whole month." He joked softly even though he was totally serious.

You thought about it for a few seconds, sure you did miss him and wanted more time with him but going to LA? On top of all that his fans.. they'd finally catch a glimpse of you and you weren't sure if you were ready for all of that. It wasn't like Yoongi kept you a secret, he just didn't talk a lot about you or showed you off to the public eye. Not that you were complaining because you thought it was better that way.

"Okay.. yeah, I'll come with you." You smiled, hand coming up to cup his cheek, "I know you won't last a minute out there without me." You squeezed his cheeks with a soft giggle.

Yoongi grumbled something about you squeezing him as he sent a playful glare your way. "And what about it? Least I can admit it." He pinched your ass as a form of revenge. "Here I thought you were trying to help me relax, not fight with me."

You jumped a little from the pinch, an annoyed pout settling over your features as you smacked his arm, "I am trying to help you relax but you pinched me! Weirdo," you stuck your tongue out whilst moving away from his wandering hands, "no you lost your chance when you decided to abuse me."

"Abuse you?" He said in a offended tone, "Baby that is the last thing I do to your ass and you know it." He laughed.

"You don't see me pinching your ass either," you sassed back, "suffer."

Yoongi sighed, "What does my baby want me to do so I can hold her again? Hm?" He tilted his head, slowly stepping forward and caging you in against the wall. Water ran down his body, his hooded eyes were covered by his wet hair as he used his hand to push it back and out of his face.

You bit your lip, mind running wild from the sight. "There is one thing you can do..." you trailed off, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Yeah?" His breath hitched as he watched your dainty finger go down his body, "And what is that baby?"

You looked into his eyes, innocently batting your lashes at him as you slowly ran your hand along his slowly hardening cock, "Let me have it? Pretty please? I wanna suck you off," you said in that innocent tone you knew he liked, the one that always got him going.

Yoongi had a thing for you playing innocent, despite you being far from it. Something about you whispering and doing filthy things on your own accord without him initiating anything was hot. He remembered how much of a good girl you were before you met him, and now you were a vixen behind doors. Your purity ring long gone..

"Go on baby, show me all the filthy things you can do with that pretty mouth of yours." Yoongi huskily mumbled, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip.

You nodded, your breathing soft and excited. Slowly you sank down to your knees before him, keeping eye contact with him. Your hand gently stroked his hard cock, twisting at the base and then coming back up to cover the tip. He had droplets of pre-cum sliding down as you used it and smeared it around his cock.

Yoongi softly sighed, "Good girl," he mumbled out as his hand came down to cup the back of your head.

Your lips slowly traced over his cock, tongue peeking out slowly to taste him. It had been weeks since you both got to unwind like this so you wanted to make the best of it. You cupped his soft balls and massaged them gently while mouthing at the shaft of his cock, "Mmm, taste so good." You whispered, looking up into his eyes.

Yoongi softly moaned as he licked his lips, his dark hooded eyes were trained on the way your pouty lips skimmed his cock. "Yeah? C'mon baby let me feel those soft lips around my cock." He pleaded softly.

Without another word you took Yoongi's cock into your mouth, lips plush around him as you slowly took him in. A soft mewl left your lips as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue slithering around the shaft of his cock. You could feel the tip hit the back of your throat, your eyes teared up with your throat constricting just a little bit.

"Ohh fuckkk," he rasped out, relaxing against the wet tiles and leaning his head back, "so good baby.."

His moans motivated you more, head slowly bobbing and lips tightening as you delivered a few harsh sucks. Your hand remained stroking his balls and your eyes closed slowly, soft filthy sucking noises filled the shower as you occasionally gagged on his fat cock. You slowly pulled back with a wet pop, tongue coming out to swirl around the tip and collect all the pre-cum.

Yoongi shuddered in pleasure, the tip of his cock was the most sensitive part and usually he tended to try and avoid that to prevent from coming early. "Fuck baby no," he whined, "don't do that or else I'll cum."

"That's the whole point," you cheekily giggled, eyes staring into his as you took him back into your mouth.

He released colorful curses, hand holding your wet hair tightly. You moaned around his cock, you slowly leaned forward until your nose touched his lower stomach. Drool slipped past your lips as you fought the gagging fit you knew you were bound to have. Yoongi let out a strangled moan, hand letting go and holding you in place, "Baby–fuck, oh god."

You put your hands on his hips, pushing yourself back with a soft gasp. Saliva ran down your chin as you licked your swollen lips, "Fuck my throat?" You quietly asked.

Yoongi nodded deliriously, body thrumming in excitement when he heard you curse which was something rare. He guided you back to his cock, letting you down slowly until he held you in place. His balls were pressed snug against your chin as he began to roll his hips upward. Soft gagging noises filled, your eyes closed and let him hold you down on his cock.

It was so sloppy at this point, saliva dripping and gags louder. Yoongi was moaning like crazy now, head thrown back as he praised you endlessly. "Oh god baby, you're doing so good for me," he shifted a little to move his hips a bit faster, "gonna make me cum." He groaned.

Your eyes teared up, you knew your throat would be aching for days after this. Especially with how he was frantically working his hips. His cock began to slowly throb as Yoongi went still, mouth falling open as he slumped against the wall. "Shit–" he hissed out, thick ropes of cum going down your throat.

Yoongi rode out his orgasm, watching as you cried and choked on his cock. He sighed heavily, letting go of you bonelessly and watching as you recoiled back. You struggled to swallow and went into a small coughing fit. The icing on top was the happy angelic smile you gave him afterwards, "Thanks Yoonie," you giggled.

"You dirty girl." He laughed breathlessly.

+

LA was definitely a change of pace, it was so pretty at night and filled with all sorts of places to go to. You and Yoongi didn't go out much during the day. Both of you opted to leave around nighttime since it got darker rather quickly given the whole daylight savings thing. It was fun, Yoongi took you down to Santa Monica and even indulged in your requests such as going to Six Flags.

Tonight you had attended day two of their show, thoroughly enjoying watching your boyfriend have his fun and go off during his performances. It made you swell with pride seeing how happy he really was on stage. You wish you could keep him that way, stress free and happy for the rest of his life.

A staff came to get you since you had been seated at the top of the stadium in a private booth. You quickly followed after them, this wasn't your first rodeo anyways so you knew where to go by now. You saw your sweaty boyfriend downing a bottle of water. You giggled running up to him and wrapping your limbs around him, "Did you enjoy yourself?" You cheerfully asked.

"You know I did baby." Yoongi quietly laughed, ruffling your hair and pulling you close.

"Ew Yoonie you're so sweaty." You whined playfully but let him hook his arm around your neck, holding you close to him.

Yoongi snorted softly, "Babe that should be the least of your concerns right now. You should worry about.. I don't know maybe if I'm hungry or if I'm tired?" He teased softly.

You followed Yoongi down the corridor, hand cupping his cheek as you kissed him, "You hungry Yoonie?" You mumbled softly against his lips.

"Yeah," he pulled you tighter against him, "but not for what you think I want." Was all he said as he covered you, bringing you to the car and getting in the back with you.

You were left red the whole car ride back, excitement buzzing in you as you looked forward to getting back to the hotel. His hands gently settled on your hips since he had you sitting on his lap. You cupped his cheek and brought him close as you snapped photos of the two of you. He looked so in love in each photo your heart melted into a puddle of goo.

The two of you bid your goodbyes to the boys and left to the room together, hand in hand. "Namjoon broke the damn thing." He shook his head, "I told him not to play with it and looked what happened."

"I saw.. he looked so sad when he realized he couldn't use it anymore." You giggled softly, following Yoongi as the two of you flopped down on the bed. "Yoonie, you still want me to make you something to eat? Last time you ate was before sound check." You mumbled softly, stroking his hair as he curled up closer to you.

Yoongi shook his head, "No baby I'm not really hungry right now. Just a little exhausted from the show."

You nodded and turned over to lie on your tummy as you checked your social medias and other stuff. "You don't have to perform tomorrow right?" His hum of acknowledgment gave you your answer, "You want to take a drive down to Universal Studios?"

"Yeah, I'm up for it baby." Yoongi rolled over to use your ass as a cushion for his head, "Damn, this feels nicer than being smothered by your thighs."

"Yoongi!" You laughed, swatting his hand blindly as you tried to get him to stop groping your ass, "You dirty old pervert."

Yoongi scoffed, "You love this dirty old pervert angel, mind you he's the reason you turned into a freak in the sheets." He sounded almost proud of himself, as if that was something he had been waiting to accomplish.

You bit your lip with a blush dusting your cheeks, "Really now? You sound a little to proud of yourself there. Do you love just how dirty you turned me? Shame on you Min Yoongi, I was such a good girl before this and now all I can think about is your cock down my throat or in my pussy pounding me six ways to Sunday." You licked your lips.

Yoongi let out a muffled groan, clearly enjoying all this talk about corrupting your past innocent self. "Fucking love it angel, knowing that everyone thinks you're such a sweetheart, that you can do no bad. Little do they know I got myself a little slut," Yoongi turned to roll you over and straddle your hips, "a little freak in the sheets willing to let me do anything to her. Isn't that right baby?" He cooed patting your cheek.

You nodded eagerly, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you watched his movements. Yoongi softly smiled, thumb coming up to gently dip into your mouth. You whined softly, slowly parting your lips to let his thumb slide in. "Good girl," he breathed out, "c'mere, I want you on my face."

Immediately you let his thumb go with drool slipping out from the corner of your lips. "Yes please." You murmured whilst letting him get into position as he tugged at your clothes. There was something so debauched about the way you were stripped to nothing and he was fully clothed. Made you feel tiny.. submissive.

Yoongi licked his lips slowly, he eyed your cunt like it was going to be the last meal he ever had. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my face okay? Use me however you want to get off, filthy girl. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock right now." He rumbled lowly.

You bit your lip and slowly crawled over to hover over his face, "Ready for your cum too?" You asked with puppy eyes and a pout.

"Even my cum angel." Yoongi reassured as his hands came up to gently grasp both of your soft ass cheeks. His mouth watered whilst slowly pulling you down on to his face, mouth attaching to your soft cunt right away. His tongue poked at your soft folds, slowly gathering up your wetness and spreading it around your cunt.

You relaxed on his face, hands coming behind you to steady yourself as he ate you out slowly. A tiny mewl bubbled up from your throat, the way he ran the tip of his tongue around you clit made your thighs quiver. "Yoongi," one of your hands slowly made its' way to his hair as you gripped it, "please."

Yoongi gave a low hum, eyes closing whilst he smothered himself in your soft folds. He flattened his tongue on your clit and gently moved your hips forward. You took it as a cue to start riding his face. Your hips rolled slowly, pace sensual as his tongue rubbed over your clit repeatedly.

"God–yes, so good baby." You choked out, head leaned back and toes curling.

He wildly slurped at your clit, hands gripping your ass cheeks tightly and slapping them. A soft shuddered moan left you, eyes closing in pleasure and thighs quivering. "Yoongi–ohh yes–right there," you whispered out.

Yoongi decided to take the sensitive bud into his mouth as he gave hard sucks. He was harshly breathing through his nose, practically being smothered by you. Not that he cared though. If anything he'd die a happy man between your thighs. A soft guttural groan left him, brows pinched in concentration.

Your mouth fell open when he switched from sucking on your clit to tongue fucking you. He spanked your ass harshly in tandem with his tongue, your hips began to stutter in their movements. "Yoongi..!" You shrieked, hands gripping his hair tightly.

He growled against your soft pussy, he wiggled his tongue from inside of you. He pressed it up against your g-spot, the action had you crying from the pleasure rising in your tummy. "Wait–Yoongi! Please, wanna cum on your cock!" You softly begged.

Yoongi pulled back, taking sharp breaths as he panted, "Yeah baby? You want to cum from my cock and cock only?" He said groping your ass cheeks, "Lay down angel, spread them wide for me."

You eagerly laid on the messy bed, legs spreading widely as you waited for Yoongi. He hurriedly stripped of his clothes, tossing them everywhere around the room. He climbed on the bed again and hovered over you, hand pumping his cock slowly. "That's a good girl," he breathed out, eyes zeroed in on your pussy, "fuck you look so beautiful baby."

"Yoonie," you shivered, "a little cold."

“I got you baby.” Yoongi replied while grabbing the soft blankets and bringing them over your bodies.

You giggled quietly and brought Yoongi down for a slow kiss, arms wrapping around his neck, “I love you.” You mumbled with a soft smile.

“I love you too.” Yoongi smiled back, lips capturing your own once more.

The two of you exchanged heated kisses. Yoongi took the opportunity to slide his cock up and down your soft folds, tapping your clit repeatedly. You softly hummed, eyes falling shut and lips parting as he slowly stretched you out with his cock. It felt heavenly as usual, you couldn’t help but hug his body to yours.

Yoongi moaned huskily against your lips, he tested the waters out by slowly rolling his hips. He pressed into you deeply before slowly pulling out. This went on for a few minutes as the two of you savored the feeling of one another. “Faster, please.” You breathed out.

“Shit,” Yoongi sighed, “feels amazing baby.” His hips picked up the pace slightly, moving fast enough to have your tits bouncing and make soft clapping noises. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He purred.

Sweet moans poured from your lips, he wrecked your sopping pussy through-n-through. His own moans were just as loud as yours. The sheets shuffled around with Yoongi’s fast movements, bed shaking from the sheer force. Yoongi decided to bury his face in your neck as he pound you into next week.

“Oh yes baby,” he breathed out, “that’s it take it. Take my cock like you were meant to. Give it to me angel,” he desperately moaned whilst thrusting faster and faster.

You arched your back in a breathless moan, “Yes, yes..!” You whispered back as tears welled up.

“Yeah? You like that?” Yoongi hungrily rasped out, “Want more?”

“God yes, give me more Yoongi,” you whined out, “f-fuck me till I can’t walk anymore.”

His thrusts became much more harder, the sound of your skin clapping getting louder. Your pussy was embarrassingly soaking, slick dribbling down your cunt as his balls smacked against you. He hooked an arm under your thigh as he raised it slightly, the sheets threatening to slide off your bodies as your moans grew louder.

“Yoongi..!” Your eyes welled with tears, the pounding so good it made you want to cry.

Yoongi’s mouth fell open, eyes rolled back as he moved faster, “Oh god,” he whimpered, hands gripping the sheets beside you tightly.

You were going to respond to him, something dirty already formed in your head when it happened. By it you meant Hoseok walking in right as Yoongi rearranged your guts. Your eyes widened in horror, face pale as you made eye contact with Hoseok. Hoseok seemed just as traumatized as you.

“Holy shit– I’m so sorry Yoongi, y/n,” Hoseok cried out, turning right around and rushing to leave, “I just came in here to get my charger back from Yoongi!”

Yoongi turned his head back, a glare settled on his face, “Hoseok what the fuck get out!” He yelled out, vein popping in his temple as he covered your body with his, making sure you weren’t visible.

“I didn’t mean to Yoongi! Sorry y/n!” Hoseok yelled back after closing the door.

You were mortified, eyes wide and still unable to process it at all. “What just happened?” You looked up at Yoongi, eyes blinking in shock. You didn’t know whether you laugh or to stay quiet. You chose to laugh. “Oh my goodness,” you giggled and covered your mouth, “that’s so funny!” You threw your head back.

Yoongi sighed deeply, “That Hoseok, doesn’t know what the fuck knocking is I guess.” He muttered out, small smile forming on his lips as he laid on top of your chest, “Now my dick’s all soft.” He complained softly.

You continued laughing, “I love you so much Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled to himself, cheek pressed against you as he softly pouted, “I love you too angel..”

Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

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“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

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HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before they got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about her career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found herself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.” He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from your, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to your, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” They just rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between your, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if they wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto you back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting you bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and you’ve barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him.

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting your in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from your.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of your.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots cool back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

Vulnerable

Masterlist

Your steps were lazy as you walked to the door, looking through the peephole you frowned upon seeing him but opened the door anyways. He stood there, his hands in his pockets and a bloody white shirt, his eyes were lifeless as you stared at him. You can see the moment his eyes teared before he looks away "sorry I... I shouldn't have come" he muttered before turning around to leave but you were quick to stop him, holding his wrist.

He didn't fight your grip, just stood there staring at the ground "you're such a lucky guy Yoongi" you muttered dragging him softly behind you into your apartment as he didn't even try to push away.

"I made some fresh cheesecake this morning, and you seem to like it last time" you muttered before locking your apartment's door.

"I... I'm not hungry" he muttered and you stared up at him, trying to ignore the blood you can see everywhere.

"go have a shower and let's sleep then, I think you need a good sleep" you said and he followed you to your room where you got him some clean comfy clothes and led him to the bathroom.

You waited for almost fifteen minutes before he was out, his met yours and you smiled before patting the empty side next to yours.

Both of you laid down on your bed, quietly, you were staring at his back that was facing you while he was quiet. "Yoongi" you whispered called and he didn't move for a second or two but then he hummed letting you know that he was awake you pushed yourself closer to him before wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his back "you can tell me" you whispered but he said nothing, just held your hand tightly, rubbing his hard thumb against your softer knuckles. A sign that he doesn't want to talk about it.

"you still angry?" he asked with a stiffed voice and you sighed before pulling your hands away and climbing on top of him before falling on the other side, meeting his eyes. He held your body close keeping you from falling off the bed "you seem to have cast some spell on me because I was thinking about you all day" you muttered and caressed hia hair "I missed you" he whispered before burying his face into your chest and you allowed him to, keeping him close knowing how rare it was for him to get vulnerable, how rare it was for him to break.

"sleep Yoongi, and I will be here when you wake up, kissing you until you push me off the bed" you whispered, smiling when he let out a small chuckle.

Purr-haps I like you

Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: An abandoned cat; the cat gets ill at one point.

Authors Note: Pure fluff. Just Yoongi and a tiny kitten, what’s not to love? This is not a masterpiece by any means, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, hope you’re having the best day!!

You are not drunk, but there is definitely a sway to your walk and you are pretty sure that if you did a breathalyser test right now, you’d fail. So, maybe you’re wrong, you probably are drunk. Yet, you continue down the street lit road towards your home. It wasn’t far away, only a few more roads and you’d be able to tuck yourself up in the comfort of your bed. You cannot wait.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy nights out with your work friends, in fact you loved going to them. It was more the fact that you couldn’t hack the late nights anymore. Gone are the days when you could stay up till God knows what time, drinking who knows how many drinks and then wake up still feeling fresh the next day. No, now you merely had to have a glass or two of wine and stay up an hour or two after you would normally be asleep, and the next day might as well be written off. You are getting old.

The thought almost makes you laugh out loud as you continue to walk down the street. God, maybe you are more drunk than you thought.

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give it to me | myg

pairing | min yoongi x f!reader

word count | 1.6k

warning(s) | 18+ smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), praise kink, teasing, against the wall, dom!yoongi, established relationship, pet names

summary |  of course, it’s as you resign yourself to never getting dicked down by one min yoongi (after flashing him with your whole bare ass) that the tides turn in your favor.

notes | man’s is amazing at oral, and you cannot convince me otherwise

Min Yoongi is unlike anyone you’ve ever dated; always plays the gentleman, eyes and hands kept at a respectful level, albeit unafraid to taunt and tease. The rest of the boys (mainly Jin) gag at how sickeningly sweet he is towards you, how he lights up the moment you step into the room, all gummy smile and scrunched eyes.

Completely besotted, he is - but then again, so are you.

What he lacks in stature and muscle, he more than makes up for in looks and personality. From the dark halo of hair constantly falling into his eyes, and the plush pout of his lips to a jawline for days; sometimes it hurts to even look at him. Sassy and savage, witty and wild, Yoongi’s aura practically screams fuck around, find out.

Yet around you, he’s kitten soft.

The best boyfriend you’ve had by miles: buys you gifts just because he was thinking about you, makes you laugh until you cry, takes care of your needs without ever having to be asked.

You click in such a fundamental way you’ve never experienced before - the chemistry and synergy palpable whenever you’re together. God, he’s so sweet and earnest and charming. 

You’re a total goner… but you can’t help being slightly disappointed.

It makes you feel terrible to admit but you’ve been dating for almost a year, and you’ve been more than ready to kick the relationship up to the next level half a century ago. Yoongi’s kept everything strictly above the waist (exactly the opposite of what you want).

It’s not because he’s not interested either. Most of the time his cock’s digging into your ass, half-hard and throbbing. Though every time you finally think, “this is it,” when he starts getting really into it, he pumps the breaks.

Any further advances on your part are met with a tight albeit patient smile, a quick kiss to the forehead, and the mildly hilarious image of Yoongi awkwardly waddling to the bathroom.

Leaving you riled up and alone - again.

Before long you’re going to start taking it personally. You can’t even get off on your own anymore. Don’t remember the last time you actually had a satisfying orgasm instead of just going through the motions.

Your hands stopped working ages ago, and forget trying to use a dildo. All past attempts at self pleasure have ended pathetically, leaving you hollow and sad.

Honestly, it’s not worth the effort because at the end of the day, nothing compares to the touch of another person - to him. To the tang of salt on your tongue, the glide of skin on skin, the deep pulses that go straight to your toes.  And there’s no replicating that on your own.

You’re so pent up you can’t even look at him when he clenches his jaw or twirls a pen anymore lest you risk embarrassing yourself. Frankly, it’s getting a little ridiculous.

And there’s no escaping the dreams.

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I’M SORRY -

[ ot7 x reader ]

JUNGKOOK -

jk: i’m sorry

jk: didn’t mean to make you upset :(

i hope i die

i should get jumped

barely survive

be on life support until i’m 50

and when i wake up die from the most painful heart attack recorded

i hope no one attends my funeral and i’m publicly and privately made fun of even after i’ve passed

hope my parents are ashamed and i hope that whenever the name jungkook is said people feel sick to their stomachs

i’m gonna throw up

gonna choke myself to death

i have the tightest grip on my throat rn

i’m going red

it’s fading to black

i’m sorry i wasn’t being a good boyfriend

tell bam that his dad was an asshole who didn’t deserve any rights

don’t even let him remember me as his father

i don’t deserve that title

i don’t deserve anything

not after what i did

burn all my clothes

delete all my pictures

tear my face off all posters

cross my name off all paperwork

i am not worthy of anything

y/n: shut up

jk: i’m sorry

y/n: i can tell

jk: i didn’t mean it

y/n: i forgive you

jk: really?

y/n: yeah

jk: do you really or are joking?

if ur joking it’s not a funny joke

y/n: you can come back home now

jk: really 🥺?

y/n: don’t ever use that emoji again

jk: sorry

i’m coming

omw

i love you

this is so great

y/n: you’re so dramatic

jk: i’m sorry

y/n: stop apologising

jk: sorry

i mean

ok

love u

y/n: hurry up

jk: 🏃‍♂️

SEOKJIN -

jin: can you talk to me now

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

i’m going to kms and it gonna be all your fault if you don’t reply to me

y/n: record it

jin: hey loml 😘😘❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗

WAIT WTF

THATS SO SICK?/?:£:££.&.&.&&.

y/n: what do you want?

jin: i love you ❤️💓🩷

y/n: bye

jin: WAITTTT :(((((((((((((((

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

y/n: what

jin: i’m outside 🤭🤗❤️

y/n: stay outside

jin: am i a dog?????

DON’T ANSWER THAT

anyways

i’ve come to see you princess 😘❤️‍🔥

y/n: gross

go home

jin: i am home 🥺

y/n: ur at MY home

jin: tu casa es mi casa 😚

y/n: that is not how that phrase goes

jin: let me inside pookie it’s cold 😍

y/n: you should have a key if it’s ur house

jin: LET ME IN IM TRYING SOSOSOSO HARD

FUCK YOU

ITS COLD

MY HAIR IS WET

IM DISTRESSED

LET ME INNNNNNNN

y/n: it took you 3 minutes

to be an asshole again

jin: :((((

i really tried that time

i can’t help it

this is real this is me

i was born this way

you can’t change me

ur the asshole if we think about it why are you trying to change people?? let the world know you LOSER

y/n: fyi you can stay outside

jin: PLS NOOOO PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

y/n: “pls” doesn’t really sound like sorry to me…

jin: I SAID IM SORRY

I DIDN’T MEAN TO SHOUTT

IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYY

i love you

this is kinda sadistic if you think about it

didn’t know you was a freak like that bae

it’s okay i kinda like it

how about you let me in now

or do you want me to beg more???

pls oh plsssss let me in 🥺

i’ll never be mean again i promise 😇

pls 😚

hello??

babe??????

fr this isn’t funny

hello

HELLO

OPEN THE DOOR PLS

HELLLOOOO

OMH

HELLLLO

pls

i’m fr sorry

i mean it like genuinely

hello

…

okay let’s stop now

…………..

HELLLLO

fuck you

HOSEOK -

hobi: this fighting stuff kinda boring now

….

hello

i’m sorry

BOOOO

:(((

y/n: you can’t just walk out the house mid argument

hobi: in my defence u were being mean

y/n: so were you???

hobi: ??

y/n: be honest are you fr gonna just leave like that when things get hard?

hobi: i mean i might

y/n: …

hobi: things were pretty hard

y/n: AS MAN OF THE HOUSE YOU SHOULD OF GOT RID OF THE SPIDER

hobi: AS A FEMINIST I LEFT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF IT TO HELP YOU FEEL EMPOWERED

y/n: fuck you don’t come home

hobi: i would never lie to u bae 🙏🏼

and i would never suppress a moment for a woman to feel empowered

y/n: don’t actually fucking speak to me

hobi: ily

cheer up baby cheer up baby

y/n: picked the wrong member

jungkook would of helped me

hobi: omg????????

are you fr?

y/n: would never lie to you bae 🙏🏽

hobi: ….

JIMIN -

jimin:

y/n: ???

jimin: are you still mad at me?

y/n: yes jimin wtf

jimin: do you want to have sex?

y/n: yes jimin wtf

jimin: love you

y/n: whatever

jimin: say it back

y/n: i won’t

jimin: you will

y/n: definitely will not

jimin: i’ll sing for you

y/n: no thanks

jimin: no thanks?

y/n: no thanks.

jimin: you say that like i’m bad at singing

y/n: eh

jimin: eh?

y/n: eh.

jimin: i won’t have sex with you

y/n: aw man

jimin: don’t sound too sad

y/n: i won’t

jimin: you should be

y/n: i’m not

jimin: i go crazy in bed yk?

y/n: that is the ugliest thing you have ever said to me

jimin: if ur not in love with me just say that

y/n: i won’t

jimin: so ur IN love with me is what i’m hearing

y/n: ur not hearing anything cuz we are messaging rn

jimin: can you just tell me you love me like a normal person?

y/n: you don’t deserve it

jimin: okay maybe that’s true

but you should do it just once

pretty pls with a cherry on top 🥺

y/n: i’ll punch you

jimin: maybe i’ll enjoy it

y/n: nasty

jimin: kiss me

y/n: where are you?

jimin: ur really gonna kiss me?

y/n: ur talking long to tell me where you are so ig i’m not

jimin: joon’s studio

y/n: maybe i’m omw

jimin: ur so in love with me it’s kinda gross 🤭

YOONGI -

yoongi: :3

y/n: die tbh

yoongi: :3

y/n: your stupid faces mean nothing to me

yoongi: :3

y/n: …

yoongi: :33333

y/n: i hate you

yoongi: :Ɛ

y/n: ew wtf how did you do that

yoongi: Ɛ:

y/n: stop omg

yoongi: i’m sorry :3

y/n: cool

yoongi: i’m fr :3

y/n: idc :3

yoongi: you used the face :3

ur not mad :3

y/n: ur logic is wrong

yoongi: bring the face back :3

and it’s not logic it’s common sense :3

y/n: ur wrong

yoongi: never been wrong a day in my life :3

y/n: that’s crazy

so when you shouted at me for no reason you weren’t in the wrong?

good to know

yoongi: okay i never said that :3

y/n: but you did

yoongi: ur being annoying :3

y/n: fuck you

DID YOU JUST SEND ME 10K?????????

yoongi: did i? :3

y/n: you can’t just buy my forgiveness

yoongi: i can’t? :3

y/n: this is not how relationships work yoongi

yoongi: this is how our relationship works :3

y/n: no it’s not

STOP SENDING ME MONEY OMG?:£:£:’

yoongi: :3

y/n: you are still not forgiven leave me alone

yoongi: unforgiven i’m a villain :3

y/n: SEND ANOTHER 10k AND UR GETTING BLOCKED

yoongi: ur making me real upset rn :3

y/n: go back to work

yoongi: stop being mad at me :3

y/n: die

yoongi: don’t say that i’m about to get on a plane :3

y/n: now i feel bad

yoongi: say sorry :3

y/n: nvm

yoongi: :(

look you’ve made me change faces hope you feel bad :(

y/n: i don’t

yoongi: ur sick and twisted :(

y/n: cry about it

yoongi: really hope i survive this plane ride :(

y/n: i will not be guilt tripped by you

yoongi: you told me to die knowing i was getting on a plane :(

y/n: bye

yoongi: what if i had a deep deep fear of flying and u made that fear 10x worse rn :(

y/n: you don’t

yoongi: you don’t know a thing :(

y/n: fuck you

yoongi: do you really want ur last words to me be fuck you :(

y/n: fly safe

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: no

tae: hiiiiiiii

wtf how did you know

y/n: blocked

tae: NONONONONONO

y/n: you have one minute

go

tae: i am walking alone rn

y/n: ???

tae: on the street

y/n: ok?

tae: alone

y/n: you said that

tae: ALONE

ALL ALONE

y/n: right

tae: it’s not right actually

ITS VERY FAR FROM RIGHT

i’m ALONE

do you know what could happen to me rn?

i could literally be snatched up off the street by anyone

y/n: hopefully it’s a rehabilitation centre 🙏🏽

tae: WHAG IS UR PROBLEM

IM ALONE ALONE ALONE ALONE

ME

KIM TAEHYUNG ALONE ON THE STREET

WHAT ARE YOU NOT GETTING HERE?

y/n: ur one minute is up

tae: no it’s not

can you pls care for me rn i’m stressed out

y/n: it was pretty stressful when you stood me up yesterday

but i powered through 💪🏽

i’m sure you can do the same!!!

tae: that never happened

pls let’s pretend that never happened

i’m the perfect boyfriend i swear

y/n: get lost

like actually

never come back

tae: 😢

you don’t even mean that

y/n: are you sure?

tae: IM SORRY PLS PLSPLSSSSSS

forgive me

y/n: no

tae: you can have my card

y/n: don’t want it

tae: take my house

i’ll give you my keys rn

y/n: i have ur keys

tae: you do?

you thief omg

give them back

y/n: you left them here???

after YOU stormed out my house after you made ME upset

tae: oh yeah

i’m coming back now

y/n: asshole

tae: let’s put this behind us and move on

that’s a great idea i say

y/n: you are single

tae: don’t say that

y/n: said it

tae: we are actually engaged and expecting our 10th child

y/n: you are single

tae: top 10 singles

made a few of those in my time

LOL

i’m funny right

say i’m funny

y/n: it’s painful talking to you

tae: painfully in love with me are you?

y/n: it’s like i’m taking to a brick wall

you have like selective hearing

tae: what i’m hearing is you want to kiss me on the lips?

y/n: call an ambulance

tae: feeling so much love for me ur throwing up?

???

hello

oh

ok

maybe i do deserve this

NAMJOON -

y/n: would you now like to explain why the hell you sent halsey flowers on MY birthday??

namjoon: it wasn’t just on ur birthday i’ve been sending them all week for like a month now

y/n: namjoon what the fuck??

namjoon: i’m confused

y/n: UR confused????

do you like her or something?

namjoon: ofc i like her!

y/n: so ur cheating?

namjoon: what

y/n: ur cheating on me and you have no shame???

what the actual fuck is wrong with you??

namjoon: i’m not cheating?

y/n: for a month now you’ve been sending another girl that you like flowers

EVERY WEEK???

namjoon: every friday

y/n: fuck you

namjoon: i’m confused how that’s cheating when you told me to do that?

y/n: WHEN HAVE I EVER SAID “OH NAMJOON SEND OTHER BITCHES FLOWERS”

namjoon: you literally said you loved how halsey’s bf gave her flowers every week and that you wished i did that?

y/n: ….

there is no way

….

namjoon

oh my god

kim fucking namjoon

LMAOOSO ARE YOU FR?

namjoon: what??? i’m so confused pls tell me what i did wrong

i would never cheat on you

ur freaking me out

y/n: think about it

why would i wish you sent halsey flowers?

think

like really think

namjoon: IDK i was confused as hell but you seemed like you really wanted me to

so i did

y/n: i meant i wanted you to buy ME flowers you idiot omg

namjoon: oh

that makes a lot more sense

y/n: yeah

you are the dumbest smart man i’ve ever met

namjoon: my fault

i get confused sometimes 😞

y/n: i love you

namjoon: i love you too

ur not mad anymore?

y/n: could never be mad at you silly

Shades of cool

In honour of the amazing @archivedkookie who always makes me smile.

Lana Del Rey song = shades of cool

warnings - drug and alcohol addictions, toxic relationships, reader slaps Yoongi, implied cheating

“Maybe you should keep quiet,” Yoongi says from his place hovering above you. The position you were forced into being more than uncomfortable. You were both squished together in the back of his car, his car that he loves so much, an old Malibu chevrolet. Yoongi had a deep connection with this car, it was one of the only presents his father ever gave him. And here the both of you were, trying to keep quiet while Yonngi brought his tongue down your neck to your collarbone. His humming against your skin drives you crazy.

“Maybe we should stop,” You suggest coming out of your lust-fueled haze, only for a second before his hot tongue against your skin sends you back into the haze that had trapped your mind previously. Not needing to check the time to know he was going to be late for his performance.

“Nobody will be able to hear us if you keep quiet.” he growls, not amused by your insistence to stop.

“C’mon baby, let's do it here while the fangirls wait for the show to start” You bolt up, only to be pushed back down by your lover. “Stay where you're told, the fans can wait”

“I am not sure they can.” you say, making a note of the growing squeals and excitement that could be heard from the private garage of the arena your boyfriend would be performing at.

Yoongi grits his teeth at your snide remark, “Do you want me to go and fuck one of them instead? I am sure a lot of them would be more than up for it if you're not going to be.”

Ahh, not this again, he always says things like this when he gets upset. Even after all this time, the stinging in your chest reminds you that you were replaceable to him.

“No! I am, it's just that I think you should wait until after the show, we don't have enough time” you tried to explain. The hurt on your features surely showing. Not that he cared though.

“Damn,” he cussed, glancing at his rolex. “Well we would’ve” he hissed “If you had taken me seriously.” he huffed before angrily buttoning up his shirt and lifting himself off of you.

“Yoongi-” You can't finish your sentence as the car door slams with the furious strength of Min Yoongi.

You sit there for a small while, considering whether you should go backstage and cheer on your boyfriend or wait for him to come back to drive you back to the high end hotel his latest album had paid for.

A chill crawls at your skin as a thought crosses your mind, if you didn't go to support your boyfriend, would he find someone else like he said he would.

You hoped you knew him enough to call his bluff. But you didn't. This thought brought you to your feet and made you scurry to the concerts backstage area. The flashing lights illuminating your boyfriend's face as he performed one of his top hits.

Gathering the attention of all his fans, you noticed a glimpse in his eye, a sparkle. Something he'd never shown you, not for a long time anyway.

—----

Loud music blasts from your living room, the cause was of course your boyfriend celebrating his latest music success. The publishing of his new album. An album that was so greatly received by the public that Yoongi felt the need to celebrate. But he could always find something to celebrate if it meant getting his fix.

From your place in your shared bedroom you heard the voices that could only be your boyfriend, his slurring evidence enough that the white powder he spent so much of his hard earned money on.

You never liked that he did that to himself, but every time you brought it up with him he would always tell you that you were a bad girlfriend because he needed to relieve his stress somehow and your whining only ever made him more so.

So you let him, hiding in your shared bedroom whenever his drugged up friends came over. Always hoping your boyfriend was careful. You didn't want to lose him.

He came to bed high that night, just like every night after a successful comeback. His eyes glistening with a hazy joy as he mumbles to himself.

When he lowered his head onto the pillow, he made eye contact with you. “You should really join us sometime, get that stick out of your arse.” and with that, before you could respond Yoongi fell into a deep sleep.

But you weren't done.

Scorned by his words, you found yourself unable to control your own hand as it hit the sleeping man's cheek.

“Get out.” you didn't need to say anything else

He slept in the guest room that night.

____

“I really love you.” Yoongi hums as he lays kisses into your neck.

His hands lazily traced the skin of your arms.

“When will you be back today?” You ask shyly. Trying to clasp his hands in yours.

“Probably 10 or 11.”

“Really,” You aks excitedly, that would be very early for your boyfriend to get home from one of his little congratulatory parties.

“Promise,” Yoongi kisses your head tenderly and then he leaves.

So you waited, and waited but he didn’t come home until you were fast asleep.

_______

This was the last straw for you. You were tired, so, so tired. You were so naive when Min Yoongi had stolen your heart. But his love? His poisonous idea of love showed you what he was really like and it only proved you wrong.

He didn't love you more than his drink or drugs or even his old chevy.

At the end of the day you were just a loser who tried to change the man you loved but failed.

Min Yoongi, the love of your life was unfixable.

So you had to leave.

You packed a bag and left the next time you knew he'd be out, surrounded by other women. Women who were not you and would never be you.

The love of your life has been living so far away this whole time but you loved him so much you became blind to the facts.

Min Yoongi always lived in the shades of cool.

But he lived there without you.

care for you masterlist

⟶ SUMMARY : Tales of a grumpy doctor and the sunshine of his life, you.

⟶ GENRE : varies with each one-shot / drabble

⟶ RATING : varies with each one-shot / drabble

⟶ NOTE : didn’t think i’d ever make a masterlist for this couple but they are just the loves of my life so i had to make a series for them. each part is randomly made by my head when i’m bored & follows no chronological order. each part can be also read as a stand-alone unless said otherwise.

MASTERLIST ₊˚✧ TAGLIST

‧₊˚ INDEX

care for you [ 2.6k ]

⤷ Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

morning care [m] [ 2.4k ]

⤷ You care for your needy husband when he wakes you up when he’s horny.

winter blues [ soon ]

⤷ Yoongi was a lonely soul. He never wanted someone by his side. Until you come into his life with all your light, finally showing what it feels like to have rainbow hues in lonely his life only knowing winter blues.

© 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐. all rights reserved; do not copy, translate or post it in another platform at any circumstances.

care for you — myg

⟶ SUMMARY : Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

⟶ GENRE : fluff, doctor au

⟶ RATING : pg-13

⟶ PAIRING : doctor!husband!yoongi x reader

⟶ WC : 2.6k

⟶ WARNINGS : curse words, yoongi is way too grumpy, yoongi’s intern suffers A LOT, seokjin being the sun basically, yoongi thinks oc has gotten into a bad car accident, anxiety, small panic attack (yoongi thinks oc is in a coma, dead, etc), mention of car accidents, bruises, hospitals & ERs. yoongi being a secret cinnamon roll, i am a sucker for grumpy x sunshine ok don’t come forme. this is honestly just pure fluff.

⟶ NOTE : this is not a request, however i needed to write this. god, this is just way too cute, i want this yoongi :( the way he is so soft for oc like AHHHHHHHH hdgjgfehf, this melted me so much. fuck. you’ll now find my in the corner crying thanks. NOT EDITED MUCH.

please reblog or leave feedback, it helps us creator a lot! thank u so much, i appreciate it a lot <3

— update: care for you masterlist

MASTERLIST.

Today has been a long, horrible day for Yoongi.

To start off the day, he woke up almost an hour late to work, and if it weren’t for your angelic voice waking him up, who knows how long he would’ve taken to open his eyes.

As soon as he got out of the car, it started raining. Great, he thought, I hate the fucking rain. It reminded him of death. Every time it rained, he always had to perform brain surgery on a patient that got into a car accident, and most of them didn’t make it.

Second (maybe one of the worst in Yoongi’s opinion) the coffee machine broke, and without his morning coffee, his peanut brain can’t function properly, and his morning coffee was one of the only things that could hold back his irritability and anger.

Keep reading

“clipped”

summary, you're in yoongis' lab waiting for him to finish up everything for his last song on his upcoming album, but he's lacking in some categories, motivation.

idol boyfriend!yoongi ㅊ girlfriend!reader

WARNING: very mature, couch sex, kissing, choking, smoker yoongi, complaining o/c, yoongis ultimate soft spot for the o/c, o/c initiating sexy smexy time, basically, sex to get yoongis' mind pumping and flowing.

★

“yoongs, would you please put that out.” you complained, emphasis on that, indicating you were talking about the bud that's left a stream of smoke behind whenever a puff was taken from it's end.

“please?” you added. knowing that he's been trying to better your manners.

“good. good girl.” he put pressure on the lit end of the cigarette, in return its flames fade.

“thank you..” you loved when he called you that, if you were at home your legs would have been wide open right now. But, since you have a sense of control over yourself you do otherwise. Legs crossed over the other, and a throbbing pussy.

Yoongi, for the past hour, has had no flow on his mind, the combinations of sounds they weren't— let's say, taking up all the space in his body like they usually were and other day. It left him confused and aggravated.

His head sank into the headrest of his rolling chair, causing the seat to dip back at an angle. You lifted your eyes from your phone after hearing the squeak from the chair. You could sense his hard timing and decided to comfort him.

“oh— my baby.. what's up, hm ?” you stood behind his chair, cupping his face.

“nothing, just need a break.”

“really ?, Then what was the heavy exhale you let out not even 2 minutes ago ?” giggling, you scratch the sides of his face, gently.

“sleepy.” he muttered, feeling good even great under your touch.

“wanna come break with mommy ? Hmm? Hmmmm?” you teased, attempting to make him laugh.

“dont call yourself that.” he cheesed, awakening his pretty gummy smile. “weirdo.” he palmed your wrist bringing it towards his lips before placing a quick peck onto it's flesh.

“and yes I wanna take a break with my mommy.” he laughed spinning his chair around to face you; getting up to sit on the black couch that sat in the far corner of his grey studio.

you laughed at his intended use of the nickname you gave yourself a few moments ago; following behind him closely.

“lean on my chest !” you pat at your clothed breasts. “tell me all your woes and worries my baby.”

Yoongi didn't hesitate at all he took any chance he could to get his face buried into your plump breasts all with a satisfied grin.

“my ab-libs.” he spoke

“your ad-libs?” “what about it?”

“its missing something, I know it is, but, I don't know what—” “its so frustrating.” his head rested on your shoulder.

“oh ? Wanna get your blood pumping ? Get that brain working ?” you puckered your lips against his forehead. Suspecting a positive response.

Yoongi, being yoongi, perked his head up immediately with furrowed brows. “what are you inferring?” his mind went completely to the gutter, knowing you and your dirty little mind, how couldn't it.

Without a thought, your lips laced his before quickly pulling away. “now do you g—” you were cut of both your speech but also the space between you and your cat-like lover.

He sloppily kissed your pillowy lips, biting and nibbling at them. His tongue grazed your bottom lip pleading for an entrance, quickly pushing against yours when you gave in.

You were now caged under his structure, he used one of his hands to stay held and the other to roam your body, unbuttoning them while he were at it.

“fuck, yoongi..” he trailed wet kisses down your jawline..to your neck..and lastly your collarbone; pulling off and throwing away the fabric that covered him leverage to your mounds.

“no bra ?..” he exhaled before he dove back into you, kissing around the padding of your nipples before taking one of them into his mouth.

“babe, I don't wanna— foreplay..” you whined skipping over your words.

“no ?” he kissed your bare for the last time before sitting up straight, eyeing you. “gorgeous.. you're so beautiful.”

You sat back, laying flat against the sofa, covering your face. “stop it.” you weren't one for taking compliments well.. even though you loved them, especially from your boyfriend.

he chuckled, “mhm, spread for me, pretty.” you comply at the sound of his belt being removed from his slim waist.

You pulled the end of your skirt up, pushing the already soaked fabric blinding your core to the side.

“baby, youre so pretty..” he pumped himself, scanning your fluffy cunt. “so fucking wet already.” his fingers slid between your gooey folds using some of your wetness as a lube, setting himself up at your entrance.

You faint a whine as if you're begging him. Begging him to relieve you. You wanted him inside. Just as you were about to speak, his shaft filled your mushy walls. The both of you exhale at the pressure it added onto your heat.

“fuck, yoongi..” “feel so good inside me.”

The pale figure scoffed, a smile evident on his features. He was flustered. but the shy demeanor was sure to vanish as soon as he set a pace. You squeezed his cock just right, you were always so tight for him.

“mm, princess, you're so fucking tight for me.” “dewy little cunt.” he growled playing with your clit.

Yoongi pounded into you, like he wanted everyone on the other side of the door to hear your calls of pleasure. That would be if the door of his studio wasn't soundproof.

You loved when he got aggressive, you made all the noise you could for him. Just so he knew how good you felt under his weight.

“yeah, yoongi.. faster ! more.” you shrieked, tears welling up in your eyes. Hands exploring his lower back.

He did everything but what you wanted, you wanted more ? He stopped. Where were your manners. He teased you, rightfully.

“baby ?” you propped yourself up only to see him looking right back at you. “what ? Why'd you stop ?”

“youre to pretty not to use your manners.” a loud slapping noise excerpted from your thigh. “say it, now.”

“please ?..” you shied away, how could he discipline you while pleasuring you.. what a meanie.

“you learn so fast..” he leaned down, hovering over you. Kissing you gently. His hips in motion again at a quickened pace.

“shit..y/n..” he whispered against your mouth. “you sound so fucking pretty.”

“ coming.. gonn' come.” you moaned, nails digging into his back. You felt tense, your clit was throbbing, the pressure build up making you wrap your legs around his waist.

You only got a choked laugh from yoongi, before hearing his breath hitch.. and his breathing fasten.

“come with me, you got it baby..”

he latched his lips with yours again, thrusting himself into your foggy restricted pussy harder than before. Your whines and his groans filled the room.

“gonna fill you up, you want it ? Huh ?”

“yes, yes please !” “wan' it so bad baby..”

it happened quick, he filled your walls, his molecule mixing with yours before you felt the weight on his body directly on yours, he felt like a mess, it's like he dissolved into you.

“felt so good..” you kissed the crown of his head caressing his back.

he hummed, resting his voice a bit. You both fell limp into the couch, it would definitely need cleaning after what you both had done to it.

he pulled his member from inside of you letting your mix of lust drip down your ass. Your whines when he escaped you shot a cord through him.

“damnit ! I should have clipped this.. you would have sounding so good as an extra lib..” “can we go away pumpkin ? Can you handle it ?”

“youre gonna put me moaning in the background of your song ?..”

“it'll be faint. I promise you !” his gummy teeth came to view once again. Making you fully give in.

“great, I'll go get the headset.”

=චᆽච=

@sweet-sourhotcoco

@luvshotz

authors note: AHHH IM FINISHED, I dunno if I'm happy or not but it looks good so far :3 ! Gonna let my readers speak for that though.

Baiii !

I also have a new format ! What do you guys think ? Does it look prettier ?

I've never done yoongi before bye.

Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

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“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

~

HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before they got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about her career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found herself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.” He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from your, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to your, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” They just rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between your, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if they wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto you back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting you bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and you’ve barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him.

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting your in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from your.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of your.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots cool back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

so beautiful

In the Margins (M)

Chapters

01: Winter (5k words) | read on ao3  02: Spring (6k words) | read on ao3  03: Summer (7k words) | read on ao3 04: Fall (13k words) | read on ao3  Total Word Count: 41k words

Summary

You weren’t sure what he would look like. His writing made you think of a cabin nestled among tall pines, a well-worn cardigan, a scotch neat, and a wistful wisp of smoke seeping into the air from the bowl of an unattended tobacco pipe. What stands before you now is a studio apartment in the city, cigarette butts, coffee stains, and a scowl. There’s definitely been a mistake.

Genres: Writer AU / Writer!Yoongi / Editor!You / Editor!Reader / New Relationship / Fluff / Smut / Angst / Humor / Songfic (takes inspiration from Dear My Friend by Agust D)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader

Content Warnings: E2F2L, slooooooooooow burn, soft smut / hard smut (but not til last chapter), references to hard drug use and death, consummate professional Namjoon, clumsy Namjoon, so just Namjoon, essentially Pied Piper Jungkook, LITERARY YOONGI, BRATTY YOONGI (@sugabratt), DISGUSTED YOONGI, if you don’t want to fall deeper in love with Yoongi, don’t read this.

Influences: You’ve Got Mail, High Fidelity, @gukslut​’s Cream and Sugar, The Bell Jar, Gilmore Girls, Alex & Emma, DayofKaryn’s tweet about Yoongi’s flirting, Paris When it Sizzles, The Way We Were, Cold War, Runaway Bride,  @agata’s post about bts as folklore songs

In the Margins | Playlist

ALL MY FAULT ﹆ J. JUNGKOOK.

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in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up..

pairings: hubby!jungkook x reader.

genre: angsty and suggestive fluff.

warnings: koo is emotionally sensitive, needles and bloods, kissy kissy (it’s a peck) — safe for minors

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the room had a silent, uncomfortable atmosphere all over the living room. the tv light was flickering on you and your husband that was sitting far from you.

you two had an argument about a silly thing, and that silly thing was you not showing up on your husband’s work promotion. in other hand, the thing you called silly wasn’t just an easy thing for him

he wanted you to come and see him, wanted to make you proud when being given the promotion. he really wanted to make you proud. “i’m sorry” he hears your soft voice but jungkook ignored you

you were feeling unwell since yesterday morning and didn’t tell him so he could go to work and get that award, you really tried everything in you to show up but that moment you felt dizzy and blacked out

from what you remember, you were laying on the door mat as you woke up. your nose was bleeding. you decided to stay home and explain everything to jungkook but look to where it led you…

“give me one reason.” you look up at him breaking your stare from your knees. “i…” you start but couldn’t finish not being able to form a lie. jungkook huffs and crosses his arms leaning to the couch more.

“i waited for you.” jungkook starts, “i waited and made the conference being held for you to show up but you didn’t” you look down, feeling bad for not fulfilling his happiness. “i told you what it meant to me, Y/N” he uses your full name indicating how annoyed he is

even though he’s very mad, his voice was softer than ever you thought it would be. you swallow hard looking away, your vision blurs and you blink fast trying to clear them.

you start to panic when you realize it’s not the tears blurring your vision but your unknown sickness. “so, what’s your reason?” he ask but you’re too distracted to answer

jungkook shuts his eyes a bit frustrated at your silence — thinking that you’re ignoring him— and turns to look at you with a stern look. “you know how i felt when you didn’t show up?” you turn your face to him again and he chuckles, a sadness laced in his tone. “scared.” he finishes.

“i thought something bad happened to you at first but i saw your text saying you won’t come.” he looks back at the tv, “you didn’t even call me, princess.” his voice hitches and you close your eyes.

jungkook is a very sensitive person and always gets his feelings hurt with something small like this. you knew this would lead to an argument but you didn’t expect to see your husband’s eyes sparkling with tears as he watches the bright tv.

“jungkook i—“ you close your mouth when you feel a sharp pain in your gut causing you to sigh but jungkook took it as a boredom. “you can’t even give me a good reason.” your next words hurts him more “i was tired to go all the way there.” he frowns taking your words in an offensive way

“you’re tired to come and witness your husband getting his dream job promotion?” he was the first to get on his feet and block your sight from the tv. you take his step and stand but his larger and tall figure makes you feel like a small thing.

“i didn’t mean it like that” you start but he nods, “nice to know you feel like that” your vision getting worse wasn’t helping with you trying to calm down easily and you snap “i had to be at home! what’s wrong with that?!” he gives you the same energy back

“i’m your husband Y/N! we congratulate and support each other on everything. you promise you would show up and be there with me yet you broke that promise and chose to be here cause you feel tired” he emphasizes his last words.

you shake your head, “i’m not doing this now, i’m gonna head to sleep. good night.” you stumble across your own feet, dizziness getting the best of you. “right, run away like you always do when you’re at fault!” his voice was getting low and low while a thin beeping sound consumed you.

you grip on to an object you don’t recognize, a warm liquid drops to the floor and you look down to see blood— your stomach hurts more and you start to lose your track on breathing.

jungkook’s brows knit when your body wobbles and next thing he sees is you falling in slow motion in front of him. your husband was fast enough to catch you before your head hit the floor and turns you to him to see your nose smeared with blood and his blood runs cold

“p-princess?” his voice stutter “what’s wrong? baby? no, please look at me? baby?” he shakes you but you were far too gone to listen to him, unconscious and limp on his arm. “stay with me, baby, please stay with me.” he brings you up, hugging you close and taking you to the couch before calling your doctor.

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once your IV tube was done, the doctor stood up and walked to your worried sick husband who was crossing his arms and staring at your pale face. “it’s seems like she ate contaminated food and it disturbed her stomach to a point where she had a nosebleed.”

“but she’ll be okay, right?” jungkook asks and the doctor smiles, “for sure, she’ll be okay by the morning. just don’t let her overthink and give her the meds on time.” the doctor says and jungkook nods quickly.

“well, i’ll take my leave here,” the doctor excuses himself before he leaves the apartment. once the door lets out a soft clicking sound, jungkook looks up to the ceiling trying to control his tears.

he felt like a shit.

after what felt like forever, you slowly blink, adjusting your sight and finding yourself in your shared bed with your husband. you try to move but hiss as something stings your arm which was the IV and you look up at it to find it empty

“when did this all happen?” you silently question and leave the bed, winching and pulling out the needle from your arm. you walk out from your bedroom and walk straight to the living room to find no one and wonder where your husband could be.

deciding to check the open kitchen, you frown when you see the lights on and walk fast. once you got there, jungkook’s figure comes to view. “jungkookie?” you say and watch his back tense and hear him sniffle.

you walk over to him and try to turn him to you but he avoids you making you force him to turn to you. “are you cryi—“ “it’s all my fault” his voice cracks as his bloodshot eyes stare at you and you look at him confused

“i yelled at you not knowing you were sick, i made up things not knowing you had to rest.” his tears slid down but you were fast enough to catch it. “it’s not your fault, it never was your fault, i just didn’t tell you.” you try to calm him but he shakes his head.

you feel your heart crack and pull him to hug him and jungkook wraps his arms around your waist tight before picking you up and placing you on the cabinet. “i should’ve guessed at least.” he whispers, hiding in the crook of your neck. “it’s not something you can sense or anything koo, it’s really okay.”

“plus i should’ve told you too.” you say while his shoulders shake. “i was so scared, you got pale so fast and i thought i- i would l- i would…” he struggles and you hug him tighter. “it’s okay, i’m fine, it's okay.” you comfort him.

once his cries subsided, you push him back to see him looking away and sniffling. “awh—“ you start but he cuts you off. “princess.” he warns but you couldn’t help but awe at his cuteness. “you’re so cute with a red nose.” you say and his cheeks redden more.

“baby!” he whines, “okay okay! fine.” you laugh as he keeps staring at you in adoration. “it’s almost midnight and i’m still tired, let’s go to sleep.” you say and he nods suddenly picking you up. “wha—“

“just let me take you there.” he says before pecking your lips and you sigh, agreeing to his stubborn self.

“i love you.” jungkook pecks your lips again.

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i think this was so yikes cause it’s an old draft.

Don't Stop.

Pairing: Wedding planner! yoongi x reader Word count: 7k (for once this has been beta-read first) Genre: tooth-rotting fluff, smut, slice of life, strangers to lovers, love at first sight. Warnings: Just some soft smut ahead, long hair Yoongi, yoongi is whipped, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), yoongi’s morning voice, sub yoongi?, body praising, mentions of gummy smiles, a lot of making out honestly, the plot is non-existent just enjoy the softness, domestic yoongi, lots of kissing and teasing, overall lot of emotions, yoongi playing with a cat Synopsis: your boyfriend doesn't actually stop. AN: Hi everyone, I'm back! I know, it's been a while but this chapter went through a lot: I changed my computer twice, I scratched it around 5 times and started it all over again, it has been in my drafts since august 23rd, which is an indecent amount of time, but my writing block was hitting harder than usual, but nevertheless, I won!! ALSO! I'm proud to say that I'm opening a tag list, right now there's only one person, but everyone starts somewhere right? So I'm already happy! Anyways I know the formatting is odd, but the editor was not working on my favour, regardless I hope you'll like it!:) I'll be waiting for your lovely feedback!<3

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October 1st, 2022.

Maybe it was the way the soft waves of his hair were sprawled on the pillow or the way his face was resting in a content grin while he was asleep, but when you opened your eyes you wished there was no other place you'd want to wake up in ever again.

In the room's silence, the tumbling of your heart was the only sound echoing in your head as you had to fight the urge to run your fingers through his long hair. Just the memory of how your fingers tangled so well through the strands of his mane, made your skin tingle again.

So you laid there, your naked body still entangled between the sheets and Yoongi. His arm was tightly draped around your waist, while his warm breath was hitting your neck. Piece of peace, you would have said.

You didn't even want to reach for your phone, not to check the notifications or the time. Who cared if today you'd run late? You were always on the clock whenever it was a matter of work and you never took time away to appreciate the small things in life, like this: blissful mornings. You were sure that the worst that could have happened was that your supervisor would have alarmed everyone thinking you were abducted, so you just appreciated the peaceful silence for once.

This is what dating Min Yoongi felt like. Heaven. His legs kept you in place in his arms, while your head was sprawled over his chest.

You were not sure how long it took for him to wake up, but when he did it was like everything fell into place like pieces of an unsolved puzzle being put back together again.

His eyes slowly blinked as he pressed his lips together wetting them ever so slightly.

He couldn’t help but sigh as his arms gently nestled on your hips, squeezing tightly before starting to draw delicate circles all over your tender skin, while his eyes were fixated on yours. They were still laced with sleep, following the curves of your face before he leaned in. His movements were slow: he gently tilted your head, with two fingers, towards his, closing his eyes like he didn’t need to see you, cause he knew you well enough already; his lips moulded with yours lazily as he pushed you down on the mattress, his hands gripping on your flesh but never staying in a spot too long. Low guttural grunts reverberated against your lips as every inch of you was devoted to him.

It was so slack yet so passionate as your hands found their way towards his hair, your fingers getting lost between his long locks, as it was so natural for you to tug them, earning a groan full of pleasure.

The tugging felt just so good that it made his breath hitch, his body twitch in need, waking up his lust; you could feel it in the way his hands held you, in the way his body was drawn closer to yours, in the way his hands gripped harsher for a split second before melting again.

His hands quickly made their way up to your cheeks, cupping them and stroking your velvet flesh, before descending again meeting with your swollen breasts, tracing your collarbone and having your skin erupt in goosebumps. It was like a silent poet, using this touch to tell his tale all over your flesh, no words needed.

You could feel your underwear soaking with your wetness as he lustfully ate your lips and firmly kneaded your tit. His thumb rolled over your nipple, before pinching it ever so slightly, stealing another moan from your lips.

The kiss was eating your soul sluggishly, snatching it from your lips like it was his only sustenance for survival; like he was a lost man in a desert, getting crazy at the sight of a pond of water, yet savouring it like he was not gonna taste it ever again.

His body was pressed flush against yours, trying to ease the need to feel you closer and closer, when even one extra centimetre away from you felt like a mile for his needs.

Moreover, his erection was pressed against your core as he sat between your legs, teasing your right where you missed him the most.

“I need you, bunny” He practically moaned between your lips before leaving one perfect bite on them, his morning voice was so deep and rough you could feel it between your legs.

“I need you too” You couldn’t help but whisper as you were so dazed by him and his touch.

He didn’t hesitate to leave your lips to meet with your neck, leaving a trace of small lovebites all over the plush skin. His lips felt like char, so rough yet so scorching as he descended slowly down your chest, tantalizing your flesh.

“You are so perfect” He murmured as his lips reached for your nipple, leaving a kiss on it. You don’t remember going for his shoulders, it was like you were barely balancing between keeping your sanity and being inebriated by the feelings, but somewhat now your hands were resting on him as he started sucking, nibbling and licking, giving you a free ticket to insanity. His warm hands gripped your thighs and you could feel your toes curl, your body seeping with pleasure as he took care of you at an alarmingly slow pace like he was making out with your skin, and then the way he latched at the other nipple sent you over the edge, pulling a moan from your lips again and leaving you breathless.

“Mine” He lulled, meeting your eyes before leaving a peck on your sternum while his nails were sinking into your thighs.

He sat there between your legs for a moment, like he was looking for the right words before he pushed his hair back, exposing all of his skin to the morning light, letting it glow breathtakingly. “I need you to ride me so bad” He groaned sitting on his knees, his palms resting on his thighs while you were still catching your breath. It was hard to talk as you could still picture his touch on your body, the imprint of his lips on your skin, but you nodded, helping yourself up and landing in his firm arms without hesitation.

He was swift, resting his arm on the small of your back and pulling you in a toe-curling kiss again as he directed the both of you against the headboard and sat you on his lap.

Your legs sat comfortably around his hips, your faces just inches away as your warm breaths were mixing. You couldn’t help but rest your hands on his naked chest, allowing you to gently rake your nails over his honeyed skin which was lightened by the faint light of the morning.

“You are breathtaking” He murmured before placing a kiss on your neck while he played with the hem of your underwear. You could feel your cheeks warming up at his compliment, suddenly washed over by his praise that was now floating in your head like a sweet lullaby.

You were so absorbed by his touch that you didn’t even realize that he had already gotten rid of his underwear, leaving his erection directly pressed against your sopping cunt. "I could praise you all day" He kissed your skin again and again as he closed his eyes, goosebumps swarming every part of your body.

“You are so wet I can feel it through your panties” He rasped as he closed his eyes, humming at the feeling. Two of his fingers hooked to the side of your underwear, quickly moving it aside as he stroked himself rapidly, helping himself align with your pussy. The tip of his cock brushed against your wetness, coating itself in your slick as you had to work hard to suppress a moan.

“No no, bunny” He purred as his two fingers, the two that just freed your pussy, reached for your chin. “I need you to be loud” He placed a tender kiss on your lips. “I want to hear you scream my name as I wreck you” His velvety voice had you shaking already, you could feel your body already aching for him, begging for anything.

You didn’t need many words that morning, it was like he could read you like a book, like his book. He felt how needy you were for him, so without hesitation, he filled you, stretching you as you sunk on his length and let out a wet sough.

You allowed yourself a moment to adjust to his size before finally moving, your hips rising and meeting with him when you let him bottom you out.

It was unlike the usual tone, it was all so sloppy, so irregular, ragged almost. Like your body was uncontrollable as soon as the pleasure started rippling through you. The way you rode him drove him insane, unable to form sentences while the only thing he could do was use his hands to guide you, gripping your ass and helping you to keep some speed as he choked on his words.

“U-use me, bunny” He begged as he threw his head back, his lips parted as he couldn’t help but make those lewd sounds you loved so much. His words were like drugs to you.

Your whole body was filled with pleasure as he met your movements, rocking his hips right whenever you needed it. You could feel your knees shaking as he hit that spot that left you breathless as the sound of moans, groans, panting and wet skin slapping was the only one filling the silent apartment; if you didn’t know any better you’d think your neighbours could hear you chant his name endlessly as he was buried deep into you. You were nothing but a shivering mess as you snapped your hips to his, squeezing him like it was the last time you were gonna see him.

"Look what you do to me" He rasped and choked as your eyes fell on him again. His long hair bounced around his face, some falling in front of his barely open eyes, his mouth agape as he couldn't help but let out another gasp, between the syllables of your name, while his skin was glistening with sweat as he threw his head back. Such a breathlessly perfect vision.

Your hands though were quickly restored to their rightful place in Yoongi’s hair as you couldn’t help but miss his lips on yours, needing to drink those moans directly with your mouth, needing to feel his groans rumble all over you as you took him so well.

He wanted to praise you so badly, yet all he could do was submit to the pleasure, barely able to keep up with his thoughts as you squeezed him. He wanted to scream, to let everyone know you were his and you were the one making him feel so good. You belonged to Min Yoongi, and Min Yoongi only.

Your fingers twirled naturally around his locks, again pulling his head as you deepened the kiss along with your movements, savouring the taste of his lips and sweat as you made him see the stars.

It was like the both of you had totally lost control of your bodies, his usually dominant side was left aside as you had full control over him. You could barely register you were moving, it was like everything was happening, but at the same time, it was not. It felt so good you even wondered if it was real and if he was really balls deep in your pussy.

"Fuck you feel so good" He couldn't help but repeat as his brain was clocking out, disconnecting from his frantic movements.

How can something so simple feel so good, crossed both of your minds as you could feel your whole body warm up, even more, your pussy clenching at an alarming speed as you were ready to milk him. You whined, begged to come, and hung on him as you lost it, your control, your body.

“Yes, come bunny, please” He invited you, his voice cracking right at the innocent yet so-fitting nickname. And you let go, you allowed your orgasm to rip through your body as he gripped at you like there was no tomorrow, letting you know he was also breathlessly close to coming.

Your brain went blank as you rode off your orgasm, letting your body fall against him as you felt like you were made of gelatine, like your spine had suddenly turned into water.

For a moment you couldn’t even tell what he was murmuring in your ear, or the sweetness of his voice as he wanted to shower you with compliments, letting you know how good you made him feel.

His thumb gently swiped over your cheek as he guided you under the bedsheets again, sweet kisses peppering over your neck.

As your head hit the soft pillow, his eyes locked with you, and his caring touch had you soft under him.

“I don’t think I can control my feelings for you anymore” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes shining as your stomach filled with butterflies at the thoughts running through your head. “If I don’t stop now, I might fall hard..” He let slip through his lips unconsciously as he held you tight in his arms. His words made your skin fawn in a nice new sensation, unable to hide the mass of softness you were turning into.

When you met Yoongi you spent quite a lot of time wondering what kind of person he was, between one wedding errand and the other you often found yourself fantasizing about him. What kind of person he was, how he could have been in bed, and even what kind of man he was in relationships, and he didn’t seem like the kind of dude to be vocal about his love life. That was something you were going to bet on, but you were pleasantly surprised to find out it was quite the opposite. He was silent only in the morning, for maybe five minutes, the time it took him to get himself some coffee.

Anyways, you just laid in bed again, enjoying the morning light and thinking about his words, the meaning they had. Some soft tune echoed in the room from the nearby speaker, something you loved to do while you started your day. His eyes were fixated on you, while his lips softly parted as he took in your stunning features. He’d run his fingers over your skin, tracing long, endless paths: it was so gentle you could have fallen asleep at any moment, yet when your “you-are-late-for-work” alarm rang, it reminded you that it was time to abandon your bed and step into the shower.

You were surprised when you got out of the shower and, as the steam slowly evaporated, the warm scent of coffee started filling every bathroom’s nook.

As you made your way into the living room, you found Yoongi sitting at the table, two mugs of coffee neatly placed on your coasters as he rested his chin on his hand while looking outside of the window.

You sat in front of him silently, taking his attention only to thank him, and receive back a warm smile, his lips slightly plumper from those kisses that couldn’t leave your mind for not even a second. The domesticity of the situation made your stomach gush and turn filled with butterflies as you joined him in looking outside the window at the pond in the garden. You were already late, five minutes more was not going to be a dealbreaker, you thought as you enjoyed and relished this precious peace.

“At what time you gotta get there?” He asked, his eyes still fixated on some distant detail right outside of the window.

“I should have been there now” You couldn’t help but giggle at the recollection, as you sat back, taking a sip off the cup and closing your eyes.

“You should get going then” He turned, leaning over the table, stretching his back in the process, and fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Five minutes are not going to make a difference” You shrugged tilting your head towards his hands, appreciating the tender touch of his calloused fingers brushing over your skin.

‘Mh okay” He smiled once more.

As silence slowly made its way back around the room, your thoughts did as well, wondering what his plans for the day were. You were so tempted to call in sick and stay with him until an idea rippled through your brain.

“I don’t know what you have to do today” You started as your fingers thrummed on the ceramic cup. “But if you have nothing to do, today I work only until three.” You trailed off looking up at him. “You could wait here and we could spend the rest of the day together” You proposed, shrugging. “Worst case scenario, if you gotta go, you can take your time while I’m out”

It was like your words sparked something in him, his eyes twinkled for a split second as his lips couldn’t help but turn into a soft smile. “Sure” He murmured taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, since I’m not going anywhere, you should go so they won't fire you” He joked before drinking again.

“Mh you might be right with this one”

“Mhm,” he murmured winking playfully while sticking out his tongue. You didn’t say much, the silence was comforting enough while you were finishing your coffee, it was when you got up to grab your purse that Yoongi broke that endless peace.

“Wait, come here” He placed the mug on the coaster as you turned towards him, taking your time to take in his look, his face was puffed, and a pout sprung on his lips as he sat back with his arms crossed.

His hair was still ruffled, messy around his face as a bunch of strands fell even in front of his eyes, while he occasionally failed to push them back with his breath.

You quickly walked towards him as you spoke. “What’s going on, Yoon?” You asked as you hung your arms around his neck, your voice hushed, before biting your lip.

He simply sat up, pushing your arms off as he towered over you. The palm of his hand caressed your cheek before his lips collided with yours, while the sour taste of coffee mixed with the peach sweet taste of your lip balm. His lips were tenderly pressed against yours, so shy yet so caring.

You were so absorbed and mesmerized that even after he let go of you, you stayed there, eyes closed, hanging on your spot like you were pulled towards him.

“I hope you have a good day at work” He whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin as you could even feel the way his lips arched in your favourite smirk.

It was like words could barely come out of your lips so, as you felt your cheeks warm up and your skin erupted in goosebumps, you nodded while lowering to pick up your bag, which you didn’t even realise you dropped.

You barely had time to sit at your desk, after answering your supervisor's shower of questions, when your phone vibrated. The preview of a picture showed up next to Yoongi’s contact. “You didn’t tell me about this little dude” The message read as a picture of your cat wrapped around Yoongi’s leg was attached to the message. That’s what you forgot this morning, you thought mentally facepalming yourself. You were so absorbed by all the events of the last twenty-four hours, that he totally slipped your mind.

“He finally came out of his hidey hole:)” You replied, omitting the little detail of you forgetting he was around for a moment before starting to shuffle the pages of the manuscript in front of you, waiting eagerly for Yoongi’s reply.

“He seems to like me, he’s purring:))”

“I’m glad!:)<3” You replied as a smile sprung on your lips at the thought of your tiny fur ball purring on Yoongi’s lap, making your chest so warm and your heart skip a beat.

“What’s his name?”

“Soju”

“That’s certainly a cute name” He replied back. Thankfully he was taking his time to answer, so you wouldn’t draw particular attention to you as you worked calmly on your folio.

“Thank you, I chose it cause the day I adopted him I got wasted with Soju” You giggled at the screen as you recalled the memory: Soju was so tiny you placed him on the counter with you, so you could play with him between sips of soju. He was so interested in the glass that you’d have to stop him from licking the soju inside, that’s how you came up with the name.

“Cute”

“I know he’s the cutest bean”

“No, you are cute” As much as you wanted to get used to Yoongi’s sweet words, you reread the message over and over again as you felt your cheeks flush. How did you end up there? If it wasn’t for the fact that you were sitting at your desk, nothing would have stopped you from kicking your feet, yet you had to muster all your concentration to look as professional as possible.

“Anyways”

“I bet you are all giggly now.” You could picture his sly smirk as he pressed send. Sometimes you wondered how he did read you so well, even when you were not together, it was like he always had the perfect answer, as he could almost read in your mind.

“I will not release any statement about this matter” You joked, quickly diverting the conversation away from the fact that right now you probably looked anything but like you were working. “Anyways can you do me a favour?” You typed quickly as played with your highlighter.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you fill in Soju’s bowls?” While you were going back and forward with the messages, between the pages of your manuscript, you realized that by forgetting to check on Soju, you forgot to fill his bowls of course. And the fact that you were even writing these words to Yoongi? It made your heart clench and your stomach tie in knots because it was something you would never presume to share with someone, nevertheless with such a perfect person. Even the idea of being so close to someone else, a few months ago, it would have bewildered you, but now it was just amplifying your already euphoric mood.

“Of course”

As time passed, and pages and pages got edited, the words of the manuscript somewhat unlocked the memory that Yoongi had been half-naked walking around the house all this time since his clothes were still scattered around your corridor, and probably still somewhat damp from the night before, so before thinking twice you texted him again.

“Also if you need some clean clothes I might have something in my drawers” The perks of liking men's clothes, you thought as you sent the message.

You let your mind wander back as you wrote on the corner of the pages, maybe more than what you should have done. The hazy memories of how he loved you, mixing you with the new familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of belonging. You couldn’t grasp it quite yet, but it was that feeling right there that you wanted to hold on to the most. “Don’t worry, I should have a change of clothes in my car, but thank you”

“That’s new to me” You cocked an eyebrow wondering if he was planning already to stay over and if it was just a causality.

“With my job, it’s common getting tired of suits, unlike what you saw most of the time, I like comfortable clothes more” You realized right at that moment that in all this time, you’ve never seen him dressed in relaxed clothes: he always had a button up or a suit, and the idea of Yoongi a pair of grey sweatpants, or even a leather jacket? All of these options could have probably ended you in an instant. If there was one thing you were sure of, was that Min Yoongi was able to wear anything and still look like an absolute God, and the way he looked when he was naked was undeniable proof of it.

“Interesting. 134340” You typed without much thinking and without giving particular details, even though it made your heart leap for a second.

“Uh?”

“The code of the front door, in case you accidentally lock yourself out” The idea made your butterflies rumble in your stomach. Was that too personal? Too early? The more you’d wait for an answer, the more your brain would play tricks on you, look at you doing it again! You’d think over and over again until the screen would light up.

“Mh now I can sneak in whenever I want” The message reassured you at a disarming speed, the all those thoughts fled as you allowed yourself to slack back in your chair. It was like he read your mind at that moment, cause that was exactly one of the reasons why sharing that code made you so excited. You could already picture him using it whenever he had a chance, especially after his words from the night before. Getting into Min Yoongi was either all or nothing, that’s what you believed in.

“I don’t mind”

“Good, cause I might miss you way more than what you think through the day”

The rest of the workday went on pretty well, you were able to write your review and email it right in time before the due time, which signalled the end of a successful work shift.

You walked down the long hall of your apartment building, the myriad of doors lining next to each other before getting in front of yours, right at the end of the corridor. Yet as you were putting in the code of the front door, you could hear Yoongi’s voice echo out.

“Ya Soju, don’t bite my pinky, please” “Ouch ouch” “Oh you are so cute, I don’t care anymore, you can bite me all you want”

You were almost sad to put an end to the sweet exchange between them, to the point that you contemplated waiting outside until he was done, but it was when you heard him mumble something to soju which you couldn’t understand that you decided to walk back in.

“I’m home” You called, once more the sweet taste of the familiarity made you soft. Your shoulders rolled down, your spine unwinding while you took off your shoes and the smell of some leftover lunch reached you.

Yoongi was sitting on a stool next to the kitchen, a notepad spread open and his tablet propped up with a spreadsheet while Soju climbed on top of the counter. He was stunning even in relaxed clothing: he was wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. His hair was loosely tied in a bun and the sweetest smile decorated his face. He abandoned the pen he was holding, as he quickly got up and rushed towards you. Before you could even say his name, his arms were tightly wrapped around your frame, his usual smell of tangerines filling your nostrils you basked in his body warmth, a sign that he probably showered recently. The day outside was pretty cold, so you took your time warming up against his chest.

“Mh, hello” He murmured softly as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, tenderness oozing from him, making your heart flutter.

“Hi” He purred, as he squeezed you in, replenishing his need to touch and feel you close to him. It was like those 24 hours were no longer enough for him, like he was starving from how much he missed you. In fact, he wondered how did he do it the past months, having you around just for a few days a month, and how would this escalate in the future. Maybe he was looking too far ahead already, but his heart was definitely running faster than how much his brain could perceive.

“How was work?”

“Pretty good, how about you, what were you working on over there?” You peeked behind him, squinting at his notes where you could spot scribbles and doodles.

“Just a client for next week” He placed a kiss on your nose.

“Mh good to know” You let out before you just got lost in the embrace. You assumed you stayed there for a while, with the sound of his beating heart echoing in your head. You didn’t even realize that you spoke your mind out loud as you were so relaxed.

“I like this Yoongi” You murmured, snuggling closer.

“This Yoongi? What do you mean? There are more me’s?” He cocked an eyebrow as he let out a fake gasp.

“I mean the… soft Yoongi” You explained as you gently squeezed your arms around his torso, almost stealing a squeal out of his lips. “Ah, and what are the other Yoongi’s?” He started slowly rocking around the room as you talked.

“Well, we got the flirty Yoongi for example” You raised a finger even though he couldn’t see it.

“And you like that one?” He joked as he placed a teasing kiss next to your ear, and when stole a gasp, he leaned back and stared at you, a proud smirk on his lips as he spotted your eyes wide open and glistening for him.

“Yeah, quite a lot” You smiled.

“Good to know” He nodded, and poked you, his curiosity sneaking out. “Then..?” He indulged as he scrunched his nose.

“Then there’s professional Yoongi” You pressed your lips together trying to contain your giggle. You recollected those heart-stealing looks he’d show off, and wondered how many women would reconsider their marriages as a result.

“Ohh I see” He liked this, the way this was becoming some sort of flirty banter between you two, as he was also curious about learning more about what you liked. You could see it in the way he’d make eye contact, the way he’d lean forward and steal a kiss or the way he’d simply hold you.

“Yeah, and let me say” You pointed out. “He’s very hot too” You winked while nudging him, earning an eye roll. “Right..”

“Duh, did you ever see yourself in those suits as you explain the nits and bits of your plans?” You teased him. You raised a hand and patted his shoulder, shaking your head and letting out a sigh. Just the thought made you scream, there were not enough words in the dictionary to explain your filthy thoughts.

“I was gonna say yes, but the way you are speaking about it..? I guess not” He raised his eyebrow as he guided you towards the couch, pushing you lovingly against the headboard and as he wrapped his arms around you again.

“Yeah”

“Well, I will note that your favourite is soft Yoongi I guess” He playfully winked at you as he ran a finger down your cheek. Your sass slowly dissipated at the contact, leaving you breathless under his touch, your thoughts barely making any sense.

“Good” You nodded at him. “Looking forward to more soft Yoongi” You whispered in response. “I like getting to know more sides of you” You admitted like it was some sort of secret when maybe it was just what people were supposed to feel like.

“Why? You didn’t expect me to be… soft?” His brows knitted and his lips pursed in a cute pout.

“Well, when I first saw you I never thought of you as a particularly cuddle-inclined person” You shrugged slightly as looked away while you were still caged in his arms.

“Cuddle inclined, you say?” He murmured as he freed one hand to guide you back to him, his eyes looking for yours again. “And why so?” He asked cocking his head.

“I don’t know, in my fantasies, I didn’t expect it” You mentioned self-consciously, letting it out like that made you rethink your wording choice for a second, knowing that it could have opened to a way more intimate conversation you were not sure you wanted to explore quite yet.

“Your fantasies? You… fantasised about me while I was working for your friend?” His expression switched at the speed of light at the mention of fantasies, both curious, yet like it sparkled something new in him. His eyes slowly widened open as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Uh,” You licked your lips before pressing them together “Can I skip this one?” You asked as you tried to make your way around it, maybe being vague just enough would do the trick, you thought.

“No, or you are gonna meet insistent Yoongi” He chuckled scrunching his nose.

“Insistent Yoongi, you say?” You softened your tone at the carefree grin on his lips, yet narrowed your eyes. “Do tell.” You invited him.

“Yeah, that’s the Yoongi that appears when I wanna know something, I will not stop easily” He explained as he got closer, his face just mere inches away, yet keeping his eyes fixed on yours, perfectly at a kissing distance.

“Good to know”

“So, tell me about this fantasising you are talking about” He enticed you, his finger navigating the line of your upper lip as you shied away “What about it?” You ask, your eyes widened as you adjusted your position, slightly rocking on your spot.

“When did it start?” He fixed a strand of hair behind your ear, while he took the chance to get closer again.

“Well…” You closed your eyes, loudly exhaling as you tried to rewind your memories back and remember the specific day. “I guess a few weeks after you started helping Eun, your ass was particularly divine in that suit” You admitted.

“So it was my ass” He purred, bending forward and placing a kiss on your shoulder, your body shivering to the touch of his warm lips.

“Listen..” You started, ready to tell him what went through your brain in those instances, which definitely included the day you did cake tasting with Eun, but at the idea, you refrained. “No, never mind. There’s no way I'm telling you” You shook your head quickly like you wanted to erase your thoughts before it was too late.

“That’s very bratty of you” He tsk-tsked shaking his head no and placing another tantalizing kiss right under the other.

“Let’s make this a story for another day” You dismissed him, while still basking in his touch.

“Just because I wanna kiss you way too much” He murmured as he abandoned your shoulder and got again at the reach of your lips.

His hands grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer as his rough lips crashed with yours, and maybe that’s one of those moments when you realized that you’d never have enough of him, especially how his lips would leave you catching your breath. Even the way his lips parted and allowed you in, or the way he smiles through the kiss, left you gasping and shaking.

You couldn’t help but wrap your legs around his waist whilst his hands reached and gripped your thighs, having you clung to him as if your life depended on it. A whirlwind, that’s how his kisses felt like, feeling dizzy and lingering while you could sense your heart leaping out of your chest.

Time slowed down as you lost yourself between Yoongi’s impatient lips, it could have been minutes or hours, nevertheless the second his lips were missing, you’d be desperate to feel him again. Your foreheads were pressed together as you regained as much breath as possible, Yoongi’s shoulders relaxing while he couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You asked still dazed from his touch.

He didn’t answer, but maybe it was because he was tempted to kiss you again, just for a split second, cause the smile that was on your lips was way too perfect, and he had to make sure it stayed there for the whole night.

How many times did you kiss that night? Countless- when you were making sandwiches when you were lazily laying on the couch and maybe even while he was undressing you again- but almost none of them was up to par with what happened around two in the morning. You were wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the balcony as you stared at the fireflies that were coming up from the thick grass in the garden, while the full moon shone over you.

“Do you think fireflies know that they shine so bright?” You asked as your eyes fixated on a particularly dazzling one, while Yoongi admired you more than anything; it felt like a crime to miss the beautiful sight of you under the moonlight.

“Actually yes. It’s their way to spot other mating fireflies, but not all fireflies produce enough luciferin to light up when they reach adulthood” He casually explained as his fingers tumbled on your exposed skin.

“Mh that’s cool” You breathed out, wondering how many things he’d know and what his mind would hide, yet you both let the conversation die with a mumbling of yeah’s as you relished the calmness of the night, broken only by the occasional chirping of the crickets.

“You know who shines brighter?” Yoongi hushed, under his breath as he drew you closer, allowing your head to rest on his chest.

“Who?” You kept your eyes on the twinkling bugs, as you stretched lightly against him until you tilted your head just enough to look at him.

“You” He whispered, catching you by surprise.

You couldn’t help but laugh though, poking his cheek as you teased him. “Oh, that’s cringe Yoon” If it wasn’t for his arms holding you in place, you would have been rolling around, giggling.

“But you liked it” He beamed in one of those gummy smiles that would leave you mesmerized, his cheeks tinting themselves of a pretty pink shade as he was ready to tickle you mercilessly. “I might have” You choked between laughter as you wiggled trying to free yourself.

“Then I succeeded” He winked at you, the sound of your amusement had his heart almost burst open with that feeling again, causing him to abruptly stop, yet staring at you mesmerized.

You were slowly regaining your breath, your body relaxing in his lap again as you made yourself closer to him, almost as a way to avoid his attentive gaze. “I guess you could say so.” You trailed off.

“Then I deserve a kiss for this” He mindlessly mumbled. He didn’t actually let you answer that his hands quickly reached over your thighs, guiding your legs around his waist as he hoisted you up, and swiftly laid you on the blanket. His lips crashed with yours so eagerly while his whole body was flushed against yours. There was something you wanted to do, but when his hand made its way to the back of your head, you felt your whole body melt, your brain shutting off as his lips captured and swallowed your sighs, while your legs crossed around his waist tightly. It was like he couldn’t help but consume every ragged breath, every movement, every inch of you, sucking, nibbling as you allowed him to swallow you whole.

The sounds of the night slowly faded back as he couldn’t contain himself anymore, his arms once more wrapping around you and lifting you up carelessly as he moaned words with no meaning against your skin, freeing you just enough so you’d catch your breath before letting you go again on the soft mattress.

No words were spoken, or so you thought, as he almost ripped your clothes away, as he tormented your flesh with kisses, bites and licks. As he held you close, as you were just a shivering mess. As he allowed his passion, his love to do everything for him, to let you know what he truly meant.

The ring of your erratic soughs, the wet skin, and the unrelenting passion were all that was filling the room, and all you could hear as you let go once and for all.

“Don’t stop, please” The words you spoke that morning echoed again in the room, though with a different meaning, yet laced with the same love, the same hope, the same need and the breathless whispering. And Yoongi didn’t stop, he promised himself, both times, he made sure to let you know every day that he was not going to stop, not for a second, not for an hour or a day.

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fifth wish

pairing: jungkook x reader

wordcount: 18k

glimpse: jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead?

alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.

[ angst, unrequited love (at first), emotional constipation, jk is Very Frustrating to be with, so much pining, the constant repetition of the notion that one must amount to something to be deserving of love, rlly wholesome fluff, mentions of blood n injuries, whole 360 redemption arc dw i am not evil ]

notes: i’m back :) this belongs to the take five universe (take five feat. yoongi, nine to five feat. jimin) n although it’s a completely different jungkook, it’s still on the same vein!! thank u for waiting for me <3

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)

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01 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 2.2K

🠒 notes: here we go!! i'm so ready for this, i hope you are too <3 also i literally live for bff!jimin omg

part 01: one gaze

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"Happy eighteen, Y/N!"

"You're an adult now!"

"Hey, why don't I kiss you and see if we're meant to be?"

You zero in on Jimin, his playful eyes twinkling under the chandelier's light. "Try it, I dare you. It'll be the last thing you do."

"You're so mean to me," he pouts, taking another bite of your birthday cake, leaving a smidge of white frosting on his lips. Namjoon pats his shoulder comfortingly, chuckling.

"You know that's not how it works," he explains. "Your signs are supposed to match, and I'm pretty sure an apple and a moon are two very different things."

You remember that, too — your best friend and roommate screeching profanities from the shower the morning of his birthday, making you rush to the bathroom in worry.

"Jimin-ah? What's wrong?!"

"Y/N! This is the worst thing that could possibly happen to me! I might as well jump off a bridge and die!"

"Are you alright?!"

"No, Y/N, how do you expect me to be? Do you know what my fucking soulmate mark is?!"

And he'd showed you his wrist after he was done with his shower, the outline of an apple resting on his pale skin. You, of course, had found that extremely funny... unlike him.

"Yeah, yeah," Jimin says, stabbing the cake again. "Laugh all you want, Y/N. I bet I'll find my soulmate before you do."

"No way," you scoff, leaning back against the comfortable chair. "I highly doubt you ever will."

"Take that back!"

"Nope."

Namjoon eyes you two somewhat warily, but he's used to things like this. Having been stuck with the both of you since his junior year of high school, this isn't something out of the ordinary, and it definitely isn't the worst he's ever seen.

"You're not hot enough," Jimin retorts.

"You're not hot enough," you return pettily. "Plus, you're literally the size of Jeon Jungkook's brain, and that's saying a lot."

"Did you really just compare me to the campus fuckboy?" Looking around quickly, Jimin grabs an unused spoon off the table and hurls it at you. Ever the archery ace, his aim is not to be underestimated, and he hits you square in the shoulder.

At the same time, a strong wave of pain hits you directly in the knee, and you instinctively cry out, your sudden yelp alerting both of your friends.

"Y/N?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—!"

"No," you shake your head mid-grimace. "I mean, no, it's not you. Actually, that was a pretty weak throw, Minnie."

"Hey—!"

Namjoon offers you a sympathetic smile. "Soulmate?"

"Yep." You sigh, wincing as you shift your leg to the side. "It's been happening a lot recently. Either they're a complete doofus or someone's hurting them on purpose."

"I don't know about yours, but Namjoon is the biggest doofus around," Jimin points out, retrieving the spoon from the floor. "Do you know how often he randomly hurts himself while walking out the door and not looking where the hell he's going? It's a wonder Sejung isn't covered with bruises at this point."

"He still is the clumsiest person I know," you agree, laughing. "Oh, and she is covered with bruises, just not the kind you're talking about. At least, her neck is."

Namjoon is blushing furiously at your words. "Wait until you find yours," he defends, glancing down at the small leaf etched into his skin. "You won't be able to keep your hands off of each other."

"You would know," you giggle, mouth closing around the last chunk of cake on your fork. "Anyways, that's the deal. If they keep this up, I might just rage-murder them and live out the single life."

Jimin doesn't hesitate to point out, "Y/N, you would also die. That, or get really close to it."

"No, she definitely would die," Namjoon confirms with a nod. You take this opportunity to kick them both under the table, stifling a giggle when you see the visible winces on both their faces.

"You guys," you sigh, shaking your head, "are the absolute worst."

Evening rolls around and you're just hanging out in your shared apartment, home alone and still feeling a bit lazy from all the cake you ate at lunch. Right as you're about to get off the couch to grab a glass of water, your phone goes off with a single notification.

[06:38 PM] idiot #1: !! y/n y/n y/n

[06:38 PM] you: jimin jimin jimin

[06:38 PM] idiot #1: please help me pls pls pls

[06:38 PM] you: what did u do now oml

[06:38 PM] idiot #1: i didn't!!! i just need u here pleeeeease can you come to table 17 at the library plssss

[06:38 PM] you: ?? why? are u abt to fail another exam? i thought u were studying with taehyung and he's basically a genius

[06:39 PM] idiot#1: no and yes bUT THE POINT IS he brought his friends, one of whom just so happens to be the insufferable jeon fucking jungkook and i need to show off my own amazingly awesome best friend or this is gonna be SO humiliating

[06:39 PM] you: jungkook is literally not that bad what do you even hate him for ???

[06:39 PM] idiot #1: bro he's literally so fucking arrogant i swear you only like him because he sweet talks u or some shit

[06:39 PM] you: he does not!!! fuckboys have hearts too sheesh, he's really sweet

[06:39 PM] idiot #1: yeah yeah whatever. he's so pathetic that he had to ask you for help on that paper

[06:39 PM] you: EXCUSE ME????? I THINK UR FORGETTING IM THE ONE DOING U A FAVOR, PARK

[06:39 PM] idiot #1: bruh okay fine but please will u come y/n

[06:39 PM] you: yes but only because taehyung's hot

[06:39 PM] idiot #1: oh my GOD y/n he's basically my brother

[06:39 PM] you: but he's hot

[06:39 PM] idiot #1: okay will u just... come here alr pls.... drool all over tae you want just pls be next to me rn

[06:40 PM] you: okok chill man give me 5 mins

[06:40 PM] idiot #1: THANK YOU !!!!!!!

And that is how you find yourself staring down your tiny collection of clothes, trying to figure out what to wear to make yourself look pretty enough. The fact that Kim Taehyung is going to be there sends butterflies fluttering through your being, your cheeks burning at the thought of him talking to you... holding you... kissing you...

Okay, that's too far, Y/N. Too fucking far.

But an idea pops into your head, just as you're slipping the white sweater over your arms — what if he's the one you're meant for? What if the mark on his skin matches perfectly with yours, a dainty little crescent moon on his wrist? It is possible; his birthday was only around two weeks ago, after all.

What if, what if, what if. Your life is filled with uncertainties and doubts — who's staying? Who's leaving? Who's the one breaking your heart this time around? It's safe to say that Jimin and Namjoon are the only two constants in your equation... along with your future soulmate, that is.

(If you ever end up finding them.)

It's quarter to seven when you push open the double doors of the library, clad in warm jeans and a coat over the sweater you'd decided on earlier. January weather is not too kind, and you probably would have frozen to death if you'd spent a second longer outside.

"Y/N!"

Sure enough, someone is waving you over to table 17 — it's Jungkook, curly black hair peeking out from under a dark green beanie and sporting a genuine smile. "You came!"

"Hi, Jungkook!" you greet him, not missing the disgusted look on your best friend's face as you take the seat beside him. "Yeah, I couldn't just ignore Jimin when he texted... that wouldn't have ended well for me at all. His temper is a bit, um—"

"I didn't call you here to slander me," Jimin grumbles, kicking your foot weakly. You elbow him in return.

"Glad you could make it, Y/N," a deep voice adds from Jungkook's right.

Of course, it's none other than Taehyung himself, donning a patterned sweater and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He looks like such a boyfriend that you wish he was yours.

"We don't see each other that often, now that I think about it!" he continues. "We should all hang out together more, don't you think?"

But there's something missing when he looks at you, his earnest gaze meeting yours. You brace yourself for something, anything — but it never comes. The euphoric sensation Namjoon described before doesn't hit you, and you're left hollow.

Is Taehyung not for you?

The universe says, no. And yet you can't help but be endeared to his grin, all those little mannerisms he has that you've picked up on, the sweet and caring way he talks to you...

No, you're not in love, and you're certainly not going to spend the whole week crying over the fact that you're not his soulmate. But you're just a little miffed, your heart sinking a bit as his sleeve rides up to reveal a perfect little cloud resting on his skin.

"Yeah," you answer, smiling nonetheless. We definitely sho—ah!"

"You okay?" Jimin asks as you scrunch your face up in displeasure again, wincing mid-sentence. "I'm gonna fucking kill your soulmate for this, you know."

"Not if I beat you to it," you grumble, your legs still throbbing from the sharp impact. "I swear they're always hurting themselves."

"Sounds like Yoongi," Taehyung chuckles. "I already feel bad for his soulmate, he walks like he's drunk if he hasn't had at least one cup of coffee each hour."

You scoff. "Min Yoongi and his coffee addiction," you say, rolling your eyes. "He makes it seem like such a big deal. He's literally an adult, like, deal with it."

"How come you hate him so much?" Jungkook asks curiously. "Like, he's not the friendliest person around, but..."

"Precisely," you huff. "He's so... it's a wonder he's even living as a part of today's society! It's like he's an old grumpy dude who's resolved to be as anti-social as possible for the rest of his life and it's so. Annoying. The one time I said hi and tried to start a conversation with him, he literally told me not to waste oxygen and walked away."

Jimin exhales. "Damn."

"Right? And I don't know how Jungkook and Tae find him so likable and shit when all he does is make anyone else who tries to talk to him feel like a stupid fool. I mean, really? Now I feel like a total idiot."

"For the record, you're not."

You whirl around at the new voice, startled at the sight of a brown-haired guy before you, coffee cup in hand, and you have absolutely no words.

Had Yoongi been standing behind you the entire time you were shit-talking him?

But that's not even the worst of it — the real issue here is that all of a sudden you feel like you're flying, your heart soaring higher than any bird, your breath taken away in all of one second. Is he? Is it possible? Is he actually?

You refuse to believe it, shock coursing through your veins. It can't be him. "Which one of you... which one of you is it?"

Jungkook and Jimin give you confused looks, while Taehyung stares blankly, trying to comprehend the situation. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah..." You're breathing quickly now, heart racing a thousand miles an hour but your mind repeating words of denial like a mantra. No, no, no, no, no.

But when you finally gather up the courage to look up into Yoongi's eyes, you're rendered speechless again, because he's mirroring your expression back to you, completely gobsmacked.

He's looking at you the way you've always wanted Taehyung to look at you, like you're his entire world and nothing else, but you know it's just a farce. The fact that you're suddenly enraptured by his presence disgusts you, knowing that this is only temporary and he'll go back to being cantankerous in just a few minutes. You're desperately wishing this is one big prank the universe has decided to play on you both, that the ink on your wrists will go back to being black like they used to.

But no. They continue to shine silver, glittering under the soft lights.

Your brain still refuses to process this information, but you don't need to see the mark on Yoongi's skin to know that unfortunately, he's the one for you, whether you like it or not. You're going to have to spend your life with someone you'd rather you'd never met at all.

Funny how just one gaze can completely change your life, for the absolute worst.

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You DTF? | pjm | (m)

❀ Pairing:  Jimin x female reader 

❀ Summary: You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong? 

❀ Word Count:  10,233

❀ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Recreational drinking, Jimin being a total tool, cringe-worthy dialogue, explicit language, fuck boy Jimin is it’s own warning, 2009 slang should be a warning because it is literally so cringey, Jimin is quite literally doing the jerk and reader is totally buying it, literally these two are so cringe, sexually explicit content including oral (f. and m. receiving), some nipple play, a lot of spit description idk, big dig Jimin, throat fucking, unprotected vagina sex, Jimin bein an idiot and combing reader not to use a condom, reader is equally stupid cause she wants to get fucked, Jimin accidentally cumming inside, hittin' it from the back, cringe dirty talk, finger blasting (lmfao), Jimin occasionally hitting reader's cervix, they're like a little toxic idk, this is like the most hilarious thing I've ever written, Jimin does coke right on reader's counter cause he has to keep his stmania okay, Jimin is insensitive a lot

❀ Published: September 4, 2022

❀ A/N: This is both the best and the worst thing I have ever written. There are some light-toxic themes and some ignorant dialogue and behavior between the two of them because they're both bimbos drunk in 2009. The writing is supposed to be a little cringe but I may have gone overboard. Also I wrote this in two days idk what kind drugs I was on (amoxicillin and mucinex) but here is the wildly ridiculous and hilarious fic for a collab that no one asked for but we did anyways. Very very happy to share this trash idea with Jai and M 🥺

Special thanks to @here2bbtstrash for helping me edit because I was in a rush and at one point wrote that reader's head opened in the middle of sex. We don't know what I was talking about but happy halloween, reader's head was about to be posted splitting open in bed adkjadjdkja

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“So are you actually going to try and get fucked in that outfit or is it going to go to waste?” Tiffany asks as she sprays several pumps of Bath and Body Works Japanese Blossom all over herself. You cough as the sweet-smelling mist chokes you. She already has the lotion on. “You look hot, capital h-a-w-t.” 

The mirror of the hotel room is a little dirty - there is backsplash from the faucet staining the glass and some tiny dots of toothpaste. And you can definitely see Nicole’s fake tan staining the bottom corner after spraying her St. Tropez all over. 

You see Tiffany’s point about the outfit being wasted on you in a way. Low-rise, light-wash Lucky Brand jeans sans button, with the zipper pulled down just the slightest at Nicole’s behest. A shirt that was harder to get on than you think it will be to get off, made out of skin-tight pink fabric that only reaches your midsection, and even then, has a massive cutout over your abs. 

“Not this again,” you sigh, nervously playing with the belly button ring you had pierced the year before. A cute little Playboy bunny swings back and forth, hot pink rhinestones matching your shirt. 

“Yes, this again. You look so fucking hot tonight. A one-night stand will not kill you. It’s Labor Day. Please live a little.” Tiffany decides she has contributed to pollution enough, snapping the cap on her perfume bottle to turn around and face you. “You’re not in a relationship anymore. It’s time to be a slut.” 

“Yeeeeaaah be a slut!” Nicole yells, running into the room and grabbing you by the hips, slamming your ass into her crotch several times to crudely depict being fucked from behind. Her jean shorts are impossibly tight, red thong peeking out the sides. “It’s so much funner.”

“Funner isn’t a word.”

“God shut the fuck up for two seconds and be a hot idiot like Paris Hilton.”

Pushing your friend away, you nod. You love them and you know they’re right. You’re single and hot, and there are countless clubs all over with hot, single guys. You’ve never had a one-night stand, having been in a long-term relationship all throughout college until recently, and now you’re where single people come to get laid and you… have a night left to do it.

Tiffany’s iPod blasts in the living room of the hotel room. There are empty cups all over the counter, sticky and sweet smelling from the liquor and mixers spelled on most surfaces. You go to the fridge, pulling out a can of pineapple juice. 

Nicole gasps when she sees you reach for the bottle of Malibu on the counter. “WAIT! We need the song!” 

She rushes to the iHome, bending over the counter. She flips the song to Caribou Lou, wiggling her ass back and forth before she stands straight and points at you and the bottle of Malibu in your hands.

“151 rum, pineapple juice and malibu caribou get them all numb!” she screams, making you smile. 

Despite their earlier jesting, you relax as you mix drinks, singing along to the throwback while shaking your ass. The zipper on your jeans moves a few times, but you’re careful not to let your vagina make a surprise appearance. With how low-cut the jeans are, Tiffany had convinced you not to wear underwear.

Which was more of a reason to get laid. 

The drink is sweet and easy to drink. You scroll through your messages on BBM but otherwise give your attention to playing flip cup with your two best friends, determined to get just a little bit tipsy before you head out to the bars. 

The hotel isn’t very far away from all of the live entertainment. It’s within walking distance which saves a ton of money on cabs, but it is a nightmare for your feet the last three nights you’ve stumbled home in wedges. Nicole even broke one of her heels, walking home on uneven feet like a seesaw. 

When you’ve decided that you’ve pregamed enough, you and your friends teeter to the elevator and down through the lobby. Outside, the balmy air kisses your skin. A creamsicle sky has faded to black and you can see the lights of the entertainment district and hear the faint thunder of music from clubs with open doors and windows. 

You scrunch your nose when Nicole lights a cigarette on your walk. You smell the crackling menthol of her Newport as she takes a drag, hoarsely laughing at a group of men who catcall you from a sports bar as you walk by. You flick your hair over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. 

As if it were that easy.

Labor Day is in full swing around you. The street has barricades to open up to foot traffic only, and they’ve relaxed open container laws. There are a few food vendors on the road, people lined up to grab a quick slice of pizza or hot dogs to settle their tequila-churned stomachs.

A breeze makes your hair dance. It smells like fried food and a hint of salt from the ocean. It carries something else on it - a taste of something wild. You’re here with your friends on a vacation that you had originally planned to take with your boyfriend.

You can recognize now that it would have been a disaster. The two of you in a partying scene meant for singles would have signed your doom. But the end had come sooner than that when you found him with his dick down some girl's throat when you came home early from work. 

In hindsight, you always knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. But you liked the way he called you baby, the way he peppered you with kisses to make you a little less angry at him, and the way that he made you feel when you weren’t fighting.

And you definitely like the way he drove his Escalade, and the fact that he could afford to take you places like the restaurant in the St. Regis and you stayed in lofty rooms at the Ritz Carlton while vacationing. 

Still. There had been a lot missing, namely in the bedroom, which is exactly why Tiffany and Nicole have been on your ass about at least trying to experience a one-night stand. They wanted you to expand your horizons, to learn what you do and don’t like, and to maybe stumble on someone who could actually make you cum more than two times out of ten. 

The first bar makes you lose a little hope. House music thumps loudly over the speakers. Jean-clad partygoers surround you, some on the dance floor shuffling their feet while maintaining a grip on sweating glasses and nodding their heads as the DJ thrusts a fist in the air. It’s not your type of club, but Nicole hits it off with someone in a larger group of people.

You exist on the edge of the conversation, picking at the slice of wilted pineapple in your drink as you watch the way Nicole plays her game. She’s excellent at flirting - a coy smile as she leans in to say something over the pumping music, balancing herself with a hand on his arm, swagging at his chest when he makes a funny joke.

It would be easy for you too if you thought any of the men were worth your time. They all look the same: bright polo, khaki shorts, hair gelled up. You want to tell them that Connecticut casual isn’t an outfit to the bar, but you say nothing, examining your nails for a while instead. 

One of the guys starts talking to you - Ben, you think his name might be. You bob your head to the music, listening as he explains what he does as a private financial advisor. Your eyes slip over every detail of his outfit: fitted Abercombie polo with the collar popped, khaki pants paired with brown sandals, a white shell necklace wrapped around a sunburned throat, and a tattoo of his former fraternity peeking from his sleeve on his bicep.

Whatever Ben is saying, you’re not listening. You’re almost positive that Ben fucks the way he dresses: generically. 

If you’re looking to experience something different, Ben - maybe Brian - isn’t it. You fucked Ben-Brians in college and they were as boring at sex as your ex-boyfriend was, except they couldn’t afford stone crab claws.

Everyone shifts to a new bar. You’ve molded your groups together, Ben or Brian - you’re starting to think maybe it’s Brad - is still by your elbow. You can sense he’s having a good time and you wish you were too. So you down a few shots at the next bar, loosening your limbs a little and making you a little less judgmental. 

Brad is okay. Not your type and he smells like Crest Whitestrips, but he’s more bearable now that you’ve switched from Pina Coladas to Tequila Sunsets. You nibble the stem of a cherry, enjoying this club much better than the last. The music is more hip hop and pop, familiar songs making you bob your head and sway your hips a little more.

Sweat makes your skin sticky. You shift to stand underneath the air vent by the bar a little more, but you misplace your wedge, knocking yourself off balance. Ben-Brian-Brad catches your arm and steadies you. Slides in closer. His mint breath fans your face and you blink up at him. For a split second, you consider if you were too harsh on his judgment earlier. Maybe he could surprise you. He seems easy enough to please and like it wouldn’t be hard work, and he’s already trying to win you over…

Your eyes slide past him for a second and your gaze stays fixed on the man you see coming down the stairs into the club. 

It’s nearly impossible to tear your gaze away once you see him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, laughing at something the man next to him says. He’s in dark jeans with bleached patches highlighting the material, a fitted Love Kills Slowly shirt by Ed Hardy, and even from a distance, you can see the glittering earrings in his ears.

He’s beautiful. Full lips pulling into a smirk as he winks at people he walks past. Brad rights you, asking you something but you don’t hear him, staring at the man across the bar who leans on the counter. He’s helped immediately, two bartenders drifting to a siren as they stare at him. 

As though he senses your gaze, the man looks at you and your face goes red. His eyes are seductive, narrowed a bit as he checks you out shamelessly. Dark hair gelled back perfectly. A jaw that is both elegant and dangerous. He stands out among the rest of the partiers, his features an exquisite blend of feminine and masculine. 

Your line of sight is cut off when Brad leans forward on the sticky countertop to order more drinks. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Your hands are a little shaky. Whoever that man is looks more your type, but the Ben-Brian-Brads of the world are much easier.

So you accept the new drink, sipping it and turning your back to the bar. And when you’re coaxed onto the dance floor, all disjointed limbs and sweating bodies, you forget about the Love Kills Slowly man and focus on the way you feel - dreamy and soft with the buzz of tequila in your veins. 

A song you vaguely recognize plays in the background. You sway your hips, ass pressed against Ben’s crotch with his hands gripped tightly on your sides. He sways you back and forth, less like a dance and more like an erratic pendulum that can’t find its rhythm. Ben’s dancing is less than impressive, and you start to think that your earlier thoughts about his skill in bed might be right. 

Tiffany laces your fingers with hers as she dances in front of you, pulling you away from Brian’s greedy hands to press your front against hers, letting you grind against her. You tilt your head back. Fog fills the air, lights dancing across the ceiling. It smells like the sticky-sweet of the machines used to make the fog, a tinge of sweat. 

Nicole interrupts your dancing. Your legs ache a little, pieces of hair stuck to the nape of your neck as she bounces up and down yelling, “You have got to see this guy.”

You and Tiffany laugh as Nicole pulls you, the press of bodies jostling you back and forth as you try to catch a rhythm to move through the crowd. When you break the barrier and come out on the other side, your brows shoot up at the scene in front of you. 

The Love Kills Slowly guy is posing next to a girl who points at his exposed six-pack and holy shit his body is insane. Perfectly cut abs, a solid v-line dipping into pants that fit his narrow waist. He holds the shirt up with a thumb, sticking out his tongue as the flash on the camera goes off. You can’t help but think his tongue is devilishly long. 

Up close, he’s even hotter than you thought. You stare at him as the girl who took the picture flirts with them. There is a gaggle of men and women surrounding him, a flock of geese looking upon the swan longingly.

“He is the hottest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany giggles. “We should totes get a picture with this dude.”

“Why, is he famous?” You ask, watching as he nods and lets the girl touch his abs. God. What a tool. “He loves being the center of attention, it looks like.”

“So? He’s probably a model. I mean look at that. Come on.”

Tiffany yanks you and Nicole. You resist, stumbling over as she inserts herself into the conversation. He smiles at her, dazzling as he raises a brow at whatever she says. You pull your hand away from her and take a step back. You will not throw yourself at the Adonis in front of you. 

You pivot away from them, staring out over the open crowd. You don’t enjoy the way Tiffany and Nicole giggle, sweet as the simple syrup on the bar over this new stranger. They make it too easy, and you don’t enjoy the idea of melting for someone just because they’re hot. Even if they’re model hot.

And what kind of model wears Ed Hardy?

At first, Tiffany and Love Kills Slowly chat animatedly. That makes sense - she has a way with people and she’s an excellent flirt. When your name is called the first time, you think you imagine it so you stay bobbing your head to the Ke$ha song, minding your business. When it’s said a second time, you glance at them from the corner of your eye.

“You’re being rude,” Tiffany asserts, glaring at you. You feel your eye twitch as she touches an open nerve. You’re not rude - you’re bored and your drunk friend cannot tell the difference. “This is Jimin. I was right, he is a model.”

“That’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes are on you and your stomach flips. You pick at the french manicure on your freshly done acrylics, thinking that the attention will pass you any moment now. But you feel Jimin’s eyes on you and you sense when he leans forward past Tiffany, ducking his head to level the most intense pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen at you. 

“What?” He asked. “Don’t like models?”

“Not one that wears Ed Hardy,” you answer honestly. Your words come out a little stiff. You feel your arm tighten, squeezing your clutch that’s wedged in your armpit. “Shouldn’t you be in like… Armani or something?”

“You’re uptight.”

“Thanks.”

He frowns. “Loosen up.” He looks at your empty hands. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

“Why?” Jimin moves past Tiffany entirely, offering a hand and a smirk that almost makes your mouth pop open. Your heart does a tiny flip - you can’t help it. He is stupid beautiful. “I am drinking.”

“Your hands look a little empty to me.” He grabs one of your hands, linking your fingers and tugging. “Okay, one hand full. Let’s put some goose to make you loose in the other.” 

You’re speechless as he tugs you along. Tiffany squeals a little, she and Nicole both on your heels. 

People make room for Jimin at the bar. You watch the way people look at him. He drops your hand to dig a hand into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans for a credit card. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks at you.

“What’s your drink, baby?” 

“I’m not your baby.”

The quip comes out before you can stop it. Tiffany smacks your arm and makes a noise behind you. You ignore her, staring at him pointedly. 

“Mmm she’s a brat. I like that. Your drink?” Jimin prompts again with a smile, undeterred. 

“Um. Anything with Tequila.”

“A girl after my own heart. You wanna do shots?”

“Yes!” Nicole and Tiffany both squeal. He smiles at them briefly, but his eyes drag back to you.

You stare. Jimin has a dark lash line, making his eyes more enchanting. He bites his bottom lip, letting his eyes drop down to your exposed midriff before dragging his eyes back up again, raising a brow in a question. 

He’s only buying shots if you want one. 

You shrug a shoulder, nonchalant. He grins and asks the bartender for chilled Patron shots with training wheels. With his back turned, you smirk, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as you look away from Jimin and spot the group of men you were with earlier looking in your direction, murmuring amongst themselves. 

Turning quickly before you can make eye contact with Ben-Brian-Brad, you find yourself face to face with Jimin once again. He leans on the bar with one elbow, head tilted as he studies you. His attention makes you feel warm and drunker than you already are. 

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he points out as the bartender sets four glasses of blanco tequila in front of you, rimmed with salt and garnished with a lime wedge. He picks up two glasses and hands them to Nicole and Tiffany’s hands as you give him your name. “Cute. You’re cute.”

“Thank you.” 

Jimin lifts his glass in your direction. “Salude.” 

You watch, mouth parted slightly as Jimin’s tongue curls out of his mouth, licking the rim of the shot glass slowly. His eyes don’t leave yours, even when he’s finished the rim and tosses the tequila back before biting into the lime. A tiny bit of lime juice runs down his chin, your eyes following the trail. His tongue darts out to snatch it. 

“Come on,” he purrs. “Your turn.”

Your mouth is dry. You quickly lick the salted rim, barely making it around before tossing the shot back and squeezing your eyes shut as it burns down the back of your throat. You bite into the lime wedge, the sour taste helping ease the burn. 

Juice runs down your chin. Before you can wipe it, Jimin’s hand darts out, a thumb brushing across your skin to catch it. He removes his hand, lips twitching upward slightly as he absently sucks the juice from his thumb and turns to the bartender to order two tequila sours. 

“Are you on vacation?” he asks and you nod your head, a little dizzy from the shot and from him. The group of men from earlier has shuffled back toward your group, Nicole and Tiffany reluctantly shifting attention from Jimin to the men they were talking to previously. “Same. I have no idea where my friends are, I think they left me.” He slides a drink toward you. “You won’t leave me, right?” 

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re nice or not. I like nice guys.”

He sips his drink, leering at you over the rim of the glass. “I’m a nice guy. At least, for you.” He nods his head toward the group of guys. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Would you care if I did?”

He throws his head back to laugh, throat covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looks at you over the glass, the first genuine smile not filled with something lingering on lust that he gives you. “No, but you told me to be nice.” 

That makes you smile a bit. You bite your lip, trying to hide it, and decide to sip the drink. It’s good - strong - but good. “You seem like the type who wouldn’t care.”

“Awe don’t hurt my feelings. You’re like one of the hottest girls in here and I’m into it. If I had to ignore a ring or a boyfriend, I would. Is that so bad?” You shrug, sipping on the drink. You don’t know what to say. 

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t really seem to care. You think perhaps he likes hearing himself talk. It works out. Jimin fills the conversation with the normal what do you do and what do you like? You don’t miss the way he leans in toward you, or the way he glances at your mouth. 

Still, you’re a little rigid. Your sentences aren’t as smooth and practiced as his. He doesn’t seem to care, shuffling a little close to you as the bar fills up with people. He smells like Axe Essence and the 5 gum he’s popped into his mouth between drinks. 

“Trying to quit coke,” he snickers when he sticks another piece of gum in his mouth. “Got some bad press for it during last fashion week and my agency keeps threatening to drop me even though it's obviously a pre-fucking-requisite to walk for McQueen.” 

“And chewing gum helps with that?”

“Not really, but it gives my mouth something to do and it soothes the muscle memory of hand to face.”

“Smart.”

“You look incredible by the way.” That makes you blush, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and ducking your head. Jimin chuckles, tapping your chin lightly with a finger to make you look back up at him. “Cute.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re a bit of a spoiled brat, huh?” That makes you frown and pull away. He whines, hands chasing your shoulders to draw you closer to him. “Stop. I like that. It means you have high standards and good taste.” 

You hum, finishing the rest of your drink. You’re properly drunk now, the room tilting a little bit as a giggle escapes you when Jimin looks at you. He laughs back, sliding a glass of water over to you after he takes a few sips. 

The water is refreshing. Your skin feels warm all over and you move a little slower, looking around. The club is more packed than you remember and there are more bodies on the dance floor. You watch the way people move together, pressed up against one another and grinding to the music humming through the air. 

Jimin follows your gaze, leaning closer to you and popping his gum in your ear. “Wanna dance?” 

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins and pushes off the bar, sliding a hand around your waist to shift you in front of him. You look at him over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and he smiles, tucking you to his chest and sliding his chin on your shoulder. 

“Coming through,” he calls, walking you both through the group behind you. Ben-Brian-Brad glares at you and you avert your eyes as Jimin guides you toward the dance floor, pads of his fingers pressed firming into your hips and scouring marks into your skin. “Tool in the polo definitely has a small dick.”

You giggle as you peel apart, Jimin catching your hand as you turn to face him, pulling him with you. “What makes you say that?”

“His fucking collar is popped, baby.” 

“I think he’s mad at me,” you admit.

“You’re way out of his league.”

“That’s true.”

Jimin wraps his hands around your wrist and yanks you to him. You gasp, stumbling as your chests press together. He slots a thigh between your legs, making you freeze for a moment as the music slows a bit. Jimin’s hands are confident where they settle on your waist, moving your hips in a soft rhythm as he begins to move. 

Instincts take over. You wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck, letting him press his forehead against yours as he stares you down. He’s no longer controlling your hips but letting you move against him naturally, both of your bodies in sync. 

Jimin is an amazing dancer, never forcing you to sway too much or trying to control your movements awkwardly. He rolls his hips into you experimentally once and you gasp lightly, noses brushing together. 

“You’re fucking hot,” he mumbles, his breath fanning your face. 

“So are you.”

Your fingers slide through the dark, sweaty strands at the back of his neck. He lets out an appreciative noise, making your insides melt. Your eyes drop to his lips, slightly parted, slicked with gloss from his pink tongue darting out to wet them. You wonder how soft they must feel, and the way he used his tongue to lick the salt from the rim of the tequila glass makes you wonder what kissing him is like.

You don’t have to wonder long. Jimin notices you staring. Gives you a wolfish grin. You think he looks wicked in the low light, all sharp eyes with a cunning smile. 

And then he’s kissing you. 

You make a sound of surprise, but it’s swallowed in his warm, minty mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he presses the small of your back so that you’re impossibly closer. 

It’s easy to forget you’re in the middle of the dance floor. Jimin’s mouth moves slowly against yours, sucking your bottom lip greedily as he pulls away for a split second. Before you can chase his lips with yours, he’s kissing you again, with a little more vigor and a curious tongue that swipes the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth to him and Jimin consumes you. You’re spinning, holding onto him for dear life as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, you knew his tongue would be good. It makes you light-headed as he licks into your mouth, fingers clawing at you as a whine escapes his throat. 

Suddenly the kiss breaks. You blink up at him, stars in your eyes and cotton-fuzz thoughts, lost in him. Jimin isn’t looking at you though, he’s looking at the DJ and yelling, pointing over your head as he detaches from you. 

“This is my fucking song,” he yells at you, as though he hadn’t been tongue fucking your mouth a moment ago. You look at him, dazed and confused. He notices and pops a kiss on your mouth. “God, you're needy. Don’t pout, I’ll kiss you more after.” 

“What makes you think I want to kiss you more?”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans forward and kisses you once. Twice. It’s sweet and leaves your mind scattered as he guides you backward slightly before smacking your ass lightly. 

“Watch,” he instructs. “And try not to be a brat about it, yeah?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Jerk by New Boyz is on in the background. Jimin sweeps his arms, backing people away before he starts walking quickly in a circle, bobbing his head to the music and making room for his little show. 

A circle clears in the middle of the dance floor. You cross your arms with raised brows, Michael Kors clutch tucked in your armpit as you watch Jimin wave people back as the song plays. All eyes are on him, cheering as he nods and smirks at the crowd, turning to blow you a cheeky kiss.

You roll your eyes but smile anyways.

Jimin decides he has enough room and right as the chorus starts, he begins to hop and shuffle his feet backward then forward. The crowd goes wild, clapping their hands as he manages to execute the jerk without slipping on the beer and liquor-stained floor.

He spins and drops low, going down to the floor. The crowd yells for him, clapping and cheering him on as Jimin slowly works his way back up. His devious tongue is tucked against his plush upper lip, the hint of a smirk on his mouth.

More guys join the dancing, showing off their moves. Jimin, not one to be outshined, sticks his tongue out all the way, rolling his eyes back as he shakes his head and hooks a thumb in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a flawless set of abs, shining in the glittering lights.

The women go crazy as he laughs manically, gesturing to his impressive physique to the other dancers, who roll their eyes and back off. You’re jostled from side-to-side, rolling your eyes when Jimin drops his shirt and dances his way over to you, eyes looking you up and down.

You give him an unimpressed look, yawning and looking the other way as he grips your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the jeans. “Come on,” he purrs. “Spoiled brat not impressed?”

You are. You just don’t want to be.

“Nope,” you say.

He crowds your space as the circle closes and the song changes. Jimin presses his hips against yours and your stomach drops. Your eyes snap back to his as his hands brush backward, squeezing the sides of your ass.

Jimin’s hot breath touches your lips. He smells like tequila and his cologne. He’s sweating through the Ed Hardy shirt, making it cling to the firm body underneath. Your toes curly slightly as you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes.

“If that’s how good I dance,” Jimin murmurs, so close that his nose is touching yours. “Imagine how good I lay pipe.”

You cringe at the way he phrases it, but you’re intrigued. Your friends taunting you for your lack of sexual experience earlier replays in your mind. So you play along, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him when someone knocks into you. He noses the line of your jaw, breath warm in your ear when he whispers. “So like… you DTF or what?”

“What?”

“You know, down to fuck. I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of you since I saw you staring at me across the bar.”

“I was not staring.”

“Shit, I would stare if I were you too, baby.” 

You smack his shoulder, pulling away from him slightly. Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you stare at him. His eyes are expectant, waiting for your response. 

Before your ex, you would have never thought to sleep with someone you just met at a bar. You know very little about Jimin besides the fact that he likes to hear himself talk, that he’s a little arrogant and that he is wildly, ridiculously hot. 

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, squeezing your hips to tell you he’s still waiting on an answer. The way your stomach flips and you already feel arousal at the cocky way he asserts himself tells you what you want to say. 

“I think so…”

“You think so or you know so?” Your mouth is dry and you don’t know what to say, so you shrug. He seems to read you. “You never went home with a guy at a bar before?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whines, sliding his hands in your back pockets. “I’ll be really sweet.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down, nudging his nose with yours. You laugh, leaning back a bit but Jimin is persistent, chasing the intimate contact. “Yeah. I’ll even make sure you cum first.”

“We’ll see.” His hands squeeze your ass through your pockets. “My place or-“

“Yours. My friends are stupid fucks.”

Sliding your hand in his, you pull Jimin along. He presses himself close to your back when you walk, sticking the hand not holding yours in your pocket to give your ass an experimental poke. You hiss at him but end up giggling when he wags his eyebrows up and down.

You find Tiffany and Nicole dancing with the original group of guys. Ben-Brian-Brad is glaring at you openly now, and Jimin is pressed behind you so close that you can feel the cool metal of his zipper on your lower back. 

Tiffany and Nicole assure you they’re going to another club and will go to the beach house that the guy group is staying at. With gloss-stain cheek kisses and goodbyes, you leave them dancing as Jimin wraps a hand around your waist, gluing you together as you stumble out into the night.

The strip of bars is full of people. Cool air kisses your skin, making you moan in relief a bit as you begin walking toward your hotel. Your steps are uneven, you and Jimin pushing one another back and forth as you try to navigate your way home. You stumble a little too far when he presses a kiss to your neck, leaning on you too much for your drunk weight to bear and sending you several steps. 

“Owww,” you whine. “That hurt my ankle. I’m in heels and my feet hurt, Jimin.” You drop his hand and look up at him, sticking out your bottom lip in an animated pout. “Give me a piggyback ride.” 

“Hmmm. What do I get in return?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you ride my back, I need to… ride you.”

You roll your eyes. “I already told you I’ll have sex with you, idiot.”

“Yeah but I could really use a good blow job.”

You scrunch your nose. “Fine.” 

Jimin grins, letting go of you to squat and look over his shoulder at you, eyes glittering. “All aboard the Park express. Next stop: pound town.”

Huffing, you place either hand on Jimin’s shoulders and jump a little. He catches you easily, hands gripping your thighs firmly. You shiver at the feeling of his hands. Jimin straightens and you wrap your arms around his neck, settling your chin over his right shoulder.

“You’re kind of a jerk-off, huh?”

He grins as he starts to walk. “A little. But you’re kind of a bitch, so I think it works.”

You hum - he has a point.

The piggyback ride is just as dangerous as the walk. Jimin walks crooked sometimes, only for you to yell and smack his shoulder to send him back in a straight line. He gets distracted by a pizza stand which makes you flick his ear. And when you’re finally in front of the automatic double doors to your hotel, he is gasping for air and immediately sags against the elevator wall.

“You’re fuckin’ heavy.”

“That is so rude.”

“Baby, I am wasted and I haven’t done coke in like a week. It’s not you - it’s me.”

“What a cheesy line.” 

“Speaking of.” His hand feels around his back pocket before dipping into the fabric and removing a tiny Altoid tin. “My sobriety will not come at the expense of me cumming early. I’m going to need a little extra to fuck you right.” 

“Thought you were quitting?”

“I mean, do you want me to get my dick up?” The elevator opens and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand. “And now you’re laughing at me? Baby you’re going to hurt my feelings.”

“Sorry, it was just funny. Do whatever you want. You promised to make me cum first.”

“Never had a guy who did that?”

“Nope.”

Jimin makes a disgusted noise as you swipe the hotel key card in the reader. It flashes green and you swing the door open into the freezing room. It’s a little disheveled, but it’s at least not an embarrassing display of the room. You’re suddenly thrilled that it’s a suite with two rooms. 

The door clicks behind you and Jimin slides closer to you, pulling you by the belt loops. You’re prepared for his kiss this time, opening your mouth the second his soft lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and wet, Jimin sucking your bottom lip hungrily as he pulls your belt loops a little harder.

Carefully, Jimin walks you backward. He taps the side of your thighs and dips down as you jump. He catches your legs, hauling you the rest of the way onto the island counter where you spread your legs for him. 

Jimin slots himself between your thighs easily. At this height, you’re more on his level, but Jimin leans into you, pushing you back slightly as he controls the kiss. It’s more eager and demanding than the one in the club, Jimin sucking on your tongue and licking the rough of your mouth experimentally. 

Planting his hands on either side of your ass on the counter, Jimin trails kisses along your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and you become breathy. His mouth is noisy and wet against your skin, sucking at the tender flesh under your ear gently before biting lightly. The pinch of skin makes you moan, the sound lost in the lighting above the counter.

“So fucking pretty,” Jimin murmurs, continuing his assault with his mouth. His tongue is just as dangerous, licking over each bite he places as he drifts to your collarbone. “You want a line?”

You shake your head no. He presses closed-mouth kisses back up your neck until he’s straightened out to be eye-level. He brushes your nose with his. Sticks his tongue out and watches you expectantly. You tentatively stick yours out too, making a squeal when his tongue licks at yours.

“Weirdo,” you murmur, cheeks heated and shivering when he pulls away from you to pop open the Altoid tin. There’s a tiny plastic bag inside, sealing the white powder. “You like using tongue.”

Jimin hums in agreement as he stays between your legs, untwisting the bag. “I have a good tongue,” he says as he leans over, dumping a little onto the counter. You watch wordlessly. “I like to eat pussy too.” 

You nearly lay back on the counter and ascend to heaven right there. No one has been so open and bold with you when speaking about sexual acts. And the fact that he says it so casually as he looks around for something flat with an edge makes you dizzy. You produce the room key and he grins, kissing your nose once before he takes it and cuts the powder into two, thin white lines. 

“Do you need a bill too?” you joke. He shakes his head and pulls out a dollar bill that looks like it was once crisp but has been rolled over and over and over, making it look soft and pliant. “You don’t use hundreds?” 

“I’m a model,” he grunts. “Not a Kardashian.” 

That makes you laugh. 

Jimin’s fingers are practiced as he rolls the bill. You can’t help but stare at the rings that you did not notice before, each one placed on a delicate finger. He has nice hands, veins jumping as he places one hand on the counter to hold himself up as the other holds the rolled bill. 

Your knees squeeze his sides a bit as Jimin does the first line. It’s loud in the apartment with just the sound of his sharp inhaling, so you lean a bit to hit the iPod on the iHome dock, flicking through the touchscreen to find a song you like. 

You settle on a playlist Tiffany has loaded in called Party Jamz. She Wolf starts playing loudly, drowning out the sound of Jimin finishing his second line as you hit the volume button a few times to lower it. 

Straightening, you come face to face with Jimin as he wipes his nose a bit, taking a few sharp inhales. He runs his tongue along the edge of the room key before swiping his finger through the residue on the counter. There’s not much coke on the pad of his thumb, but he holds it to your mouth, watching.

Obediently, you open your mouth. He slides his thumb under your upper lip, rubbing gently on your gums. You taste how bitter the drug is, making a bit of a face that makes him giggle as he removes his finger from your mouth, sucking the thumb into his mouth briefly. 

“You want a glass of water?” 

You nod and he vanishes from in between your legs. He sings to himself as he grabs glasses and goes to the fridge, the ice machine loud above the music. You watch him with heavy eyes, your body feeling a little like liquid from all the tequila. 

He reappears, holding a glass of water to your lips. He tilts it carefully as he drinks his own, dark eyes watching you. You sip carefully, the water cool and refreshing as he continues to tip the glass. A bead of water runs down your chin and neck. 

Jimin is fast. He sets down both cups of water and surges forward, tongue chasing the bead of liquid as it runs down your throat. You lean backward, keeping yourself up with your palms planted on the cool counter as Jimin kisses and bites your neck. A moan escapes your mouth and absently, you’re glad you chose Jimin to go home with you.

You grab Jimin by his face, pulling kiss-bitten lips to yours and devouring him whole. He grunts in appreciation, mouth cooled by the water as his tongue dances with yours. His handles are not idle, rubbing up and down your jean-clad thighs, alternating between the gentle press of fingers and pointed drag of nails. 

Jimin’s kissing is like nothing else you’ve had before. He’s skilled, leading you between fast, hungry clashing of teeth and tongue and slow, languid movements. You’re dizzy with him, a buzz of electricity under your skin and heat pooling in your stomach long before his hands dip to your zipper, pulling the metal down. 

Eager hands slide to your hips where Jimin gathers the fabric. Your kiss breaks momentarily, a single line of spit connecting you for a second before you lift your ass off the counter, letting Jimin pull harshly at your pants. The fabric slides, making him cuss out loud when he realizes you’re not wearing underwear. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, tossing your jeans and pressing your thighs open. You shiver as the cold air hits your pussy. Jimin’s eyes are hungry as he drags a thumb up the center of your glossy folds, a high-pitched sound leaving you. “Spoiled brat wearing no underwear? You’re just dying to have this pussy fucked, huh?”

“Please.”

“Hmm.” Jimin presses his thumb into your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head. The pressure sends a shiver through you, sparking every nerve in your body as he barely wiggles his thumb back and forth. “Shit you’re so sensitive. Gonna scream while I eat you out?”

“Maybe.”

His thumb slides lower, teasing your clenching hole. You open your eyes, head heavy as you look at him. He’s slid down to his knees, looking up at you through long lashes with a smirk on his face. Your shirt is still on, but you don’t even care. Jimin’s hot breath is on your inner thighs as he bites your flesh softly, making your legs try to close.

“Don’t suffocate me,” he chastises you. “Wanna fuckin’ taste though.”

Everything turns to white noise as Jimin leans forward, running his long tongue from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit. You seize forward, gasping for air and clenching your fists as he pins your legs harder. Your muscles strain, the stretch a little painful but the good kind paired with the way he licks you slowly. 

Your blood turns into melted metal. You go boneless, laying back on the counter, knocking over cups, sending them scattering. You knock into the iHome, the iPod coming disconnected and cutting off the music. It doesn’t matter. Now you can hear the way Jimin sucks at your clit, making you moan loudly. 

From the moment you saw his tongue, you wondered what it would be like. You pictured nothing like this. Jimin eats you out slowly, tongue curious yet lazy as he circles your clit in a steady rhythm before sucking your bud into his mouth and squeezing with his lips lightly.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whisper, voice hoarse from disuse. One of your hands falls across your eyes, blocking the light from the ceiling as Jimin splays you open for his mouth to explore. You’re panting, the other hand threading through his hair, gel making it easier to grab onto. “Feels so fucking good.”

And it does. 

“Tastes so sweet,” he mumbles, pulling away with a lewd, loud suck on your clit. “Your pretty little hole is just fucking dripping. Gonna fuck you open with my fingers to get you nice and stretched for me.”

You can’t come up with a verbal response. Something like a whine and hum of agreement slips out. Your hips twitch as his mouth turns firmer, tongue flicking over your clit quickly followed by his lips sucking at your wet hole.

There has never been a time someone enjoyed themselves so much while paying attention to your pleasure. Jimin is skilled and focused on bringing his fingers into the action. You feel him slowly trace the rim of your entrance with his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you curse and squirm but not enough to slide in. 

It fucking aches. Your fingers tighten in his hair, begging him to make you feel fuller. Jimin chuckles, the vibrations going straight through you, your muscles spasming. 

Slowly, Jimin adds a single finger, the slide relieving some of the tension directly in your pussy. You let out a soft breath, sagging on the counter as he matches the gentle in-and-out of his finger with the steady licking of his tongue on your clit. 

The tight feeling of your orgasm is winding like a spring in your stomach. You can feel it, the pressure building and so compact that you struggle to breathe, finding yourself gasping for air when Jimin adds another finger to the mix. He applies pressure right against your front wall, pressing that spot that has you seeing stars.

You might be babbling now. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth. Stars are dancing behind your eyes and you struggle to remember not to hold your breath, to try and regulate your breathing as he increases speed. He’s messy now, sucking and licking and rubbing his nose against your clit. Jimin uses his entire face to get you off and you’re spiraling. 

It all happens at once. A deep breath in. Held tight in your chest, muscles seizing and your body going rigid. Jimin’s fingers push against your g-spot hard as he sucks your clit into his mouth and you scream.

Your orgasm snaps in half, everything going loose at once. You feel yourself clench around his fingers, so tight that Jimin pauses his movements, tongue licking at your sensitive pussy gently as you shake. Your hands cover your face now, breathing rapidly into your palms as the room fills with white noise. 

After a moment, your muscles start to relax. Jimin gives an experimental thrust with his fingers and you whine, making him laugh. 

“God, you came so fucking hard,” he growls from between your legs. He gently pulls his fingers from you, making you protest and drop your hands from your face. You open your eyes as the room spins, lifting your head to look where Jimin now stands between your legs. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, smirking around them. “Mmm. You’re a creamer. I like that.” 

You have no response for him. He doesn’t need one. Jimin lifts you from the counter and for a moment, the world tilts dangerously on its axis and you think you might vomit. The spinning is short-lived as he carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed hard enough to make you bounce. 

“Jesus Christ, Jimin,” you mumble, righting yourself in the sheets. He laughs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it. Your eyes zero in on his body and your mind goes blank. “Jesus Christ, Jimin.”

“Jesus had nothing to do with this.” He smacks his abs with a hand. “This is creatine, determination, and seven days a week at the gym, baby.”

Jimin flexes his stomach. His chest and abs are toned and well-defined. The low lighting of the bar had done him an injustice that is rectified in the lamp light of the bedroom. There’s a black tattoo on his ribcage that you can’t read, but think looks really good on him anyway. 

Jeans slung low on his hips, Jimin shuffles over to the bed. You can see his dick straining against his pants. When he leans over to catch your lips with his, your hand immediately goes to his crotch, gripping gently through the material. He moans into your mouth, the kiss full of spit and your essence. 

From the way your hand presses against his straining cock, you can tell Jimin is big. With nervous hands, you pull at his zipper. He pulls away for a moment, leaving you frowning and confused.

“How do you get this fucking shirt off,” he mumbles, sliding a finger under the strap going across your stomach. “It’s confusing.”

“Like a normal shirt,” you giggle. 

“Like a normal shirt,” he mimes in a high-pitched voice. “Off. Wanna see those fucking tits.” 

Leaning forward, you help Jimin pull your shirt off, followed by the pink bra with a little bow in the middle. He doesn’t seem to have an appreciation for lingerie, immediately pushing you down by your sternum once you’re fully naked so he can lavish your chest with his mouth. 

Jimin’s mouth is always hungry. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you gasp and forget that you had been trying to get his pants off. You go limp as his tongue flicks over your pert bud experimentally, his other hand tweaking the opposite peak. Both bring out a response, eliciting a grin from him.

Remembering that Jimin is still in jeans, your hands surge forward, pulling at the zipper. You can see Calvin Klein briefs peaking just out the top of his jeans. With the zipper undone, there’s enough room for you to slide your hand in and grip Jimin’s cock firmly over the fabric of his briefs. 

“Shit,” he moans, head resting in the valley of your breasts. “Come on, take my cock out. Wanna stuff that mouth of yours full.” 

You don’t hesitate. You help Jimin out of his jeans, momentarily distracted by his powerful thighs and the way they flex as he bends to pull his briefs down. Your mouth goes dry as his heavy cock bobs against his navel when he’s free of his briefs. 

Jimin might be a lithe model, but his cock is anything but. 

Smooth, heavy, flushed-brown tip, and thick. Your hand goes for it as he crawls up the bed, straddling your waist and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. Your hand wraps around the velvet shaft, making him twitch a bit. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, watching you give an experimental stroke. 

Jimin moans. It’s such a pretty sound. You shift under him to give yourself a better angle. Your hand drifts upward, collecting the pearly precum gathered at his tip. You spread it on his shaft on the downstroke, watching as Jimin’s eyes close, head falling back. 

You gather spit in your mouth, letting go of his cock briefly. He looks down as if to chastise you, but before his comment can escape, you spit into your palm and bring it back up to his cock, giving a smooth stroke, grip firmer and more precise as you twist at the head.

“God,” he moans as you watch his muscles spasm in his abs. “Don’t just jerk me off like a middle schooler, put me in your mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying. Just suck me off a bit first.”

You huff at his impatience. 

Sliding further down the bed, Jimin meets you halfway, lowering a bit so that you can pull the tip of his cock into your mouth for an experimental suck. He curses and you grin, the saltiness on your tongue spurring you to take him in a little further.

It’s a vulnerable angle. Jimin can control the pace and fuck down into your mouth if he wants. Instead, he’s patient as you let the spit collect in your mouth, lifting your head to take a little more in your mouth each time.

Your tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft, providing a smooth glide as Jimin helps you out, sinking into your mouth a little more each time. He’s cursing and moaning above you, lost in the way you hollow your cheeks to provide better suction. You’re fascinated by the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and you realize he has a few freckles that are… endearing. 

It’s a weird thing to notice, so you suck harder, trying to focus on the task at hand. 

Jimin grows more needy, fucking into your mouth so that he’s controlling the pace. You adjust, letting your jaw go slack to accommodate the stretch - and it’s a difficult stretch - making sure to guard your teeth and to let your drool help the glide.

“Your mouth takes my cock so well,” he hums. “How about that throat? Can I fuck that too?”

You nod, which is difficult with a mouth full of Jimin’s precum and cock. He grits his teeth, grabbing the bottom of your jaw gently to adjust the angle and start fucking into your mouth in earnest. 

Breathing is difficult - you remind yourself to try and breathe through your nose, letting out little sounds of euphoria around him that rile him up. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs, turned on by the way Jimin growls every time the tip kisses the back of your throat. 

Once or twice your throat seizes up around him. He’s careful to pull out and let you breathe for a moment, spit and a little cum leaking down the sides of your mouth and down your chin, tears pooling in your eyes.

With one hand, Jimin slides the glossy tip of his cock through the mess on your chin before tracing your lips a few times, smearing the mess over your swollen mouth. 

“Lipstick,” he murmurs, nearly ruining the moment.

Before you can reply, Jimin slides his cock back into the heat of your mouth, sighing in relief as he starts to thrust in earnest again.

Just as the crown of his cock starts to brush the deeper part of your throat, Jimin pulls out, cursing. “Need to fuck this messy pussy of yours or I’ll bust,” he growls. “Turn over for me. Let me see that pretty ass.” 

Crawling from underneath him, you do as he says, too eager to care that he’s bossing you around. Your limbs are trembling as you prop yourself up on your knees, ass in the air and chest and head pressed to the bed. You look at him sideways, cheek on the mattress as he settles behind you, hands kneading the fat of your ass, giving you experimental squeezes.

It feels nice, the way his hands soothe your muscles and skate over soft flesh. He gives you an experimental slap and you squeal, making him grin. 

“Gunna rearrange your fucking guts,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock. 

“Wait - condom?”

He gives you a look. “What? Are we in middle school? I’m not fucking you with a condom, I won’t feel shit.”

“What? How do I know if you’re clean?” 

“Um, does it look like I have something?”

“You can’t always tell.”

“Well, I don’t have a condom.”

You pause, glaring at him. Neither one of you moves. “Okay, well then pull out.”

He scoffs. “Obviously I’m going to cum in your mouth like a gentleman.” 

You roll your eyes. Even though he is wildly attractive and can pull an orgasm out of you with oral, Jimin is still a fucking ass. But he’s an ass who is good at what he does, so you shut up. 

Not that you can speak as he runs his cockhead through your wet folds. You moan, hearing how wet you are for him. He pushes the tip of his cock in slightly, just enough to make your hole flutter around him. You gasp, fists twisting in sheets as he sits there, letting you clench and unclench around him.

“Jimin,” you moan. 

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Or you’re just gonna get the tip of my cock. I can feel your pussy fucking begging for it. Now you need to ask.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Yeah? Want me to split you open?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck that cervix until you’re screaming?” You pause. He pauses. “Okay that wasn’t very hot, was it?”

“Not really-”

Jimin cuts you off, thrusting in hard on a single upstroke. You gasp, mind going blank and forgetting about his terrible fumble at dirty talk as his cock does hit something inside of you that sends you into a torrent of heat and trembling limbs.

He sets a fast pace, not letting you adjust to his girth. Jimin’s hips piston perfectly against yours, your ass snapping back into his hips with each thrust. You can barely breathe, panting into the sheets as you bounce backward, sharing the effort to meet him for each powerful stroke.

It feels amazing.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the way his cock fills up every part of you, the slide smooth and velvet against your walls, the tip brushing gently against your g-spot every time he thrusts in. 

Your stomach feels like it's flipping over and over again, each one of Jimin’s thrusts so deep you swear you feel it in your chest. Your thoughts start to slip away, your front half sinking further into the mattress as Jimin’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“Fuck,” he pants. “This pussy is so fucking tight. You're just fucking taking it and this ass-” he slaps your flesh sharply, making you squeal. “You hear that? Fucking getting clapped.” 

You don’t have it in you to be annoyed at him. And he has a point - the slap of hips against ass, balls against pussy is loud. 

The same feeling coils in your stomach again. You squeeze your eyes shut, barely able to breathe around the pleasure and the feeling of Jimin fucking you so full. It winds and winds and winds, and as it’s about to snap, you hold your breath.

Jimin gives a hard thrust followed by another, and you cum with a scream. You go from frozen, clenched muscles to boneless limbs in a moment. Jimin presses his hands into the small of your back, pushing you so far into the mattress that you can barely breathe as you bear his full weight.

With a few disjointed thrusts, Jimin cums, grunting and digging nails into your back.

For a few moments, neither of you moves. You can barely remember where you are, much less ask Jimin to pull his weight off of you to give you air. He’s still pressed into you, the heavy weight of him sinking you further into sweat-soaked sheets.

Jimin relents. He slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel the mess slicking between your legs. It’s sticky and wet, more than you have ever felt before. He falls unceremoniously to the side, nearly wheezing for air.

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sweat and sex. Strands of hair and sheets stick to your skin. You shuffle, trying to roll over a bit to look at him. Your limbs are sore and stretched from the press of his hands and the force of his hips spreading yours, but it’s a good sore. 

Jimin is flushed, sweaty, and half-asleep. His hand is on his stomach, sticky with cum. 

“OH MY GOD YOU DIDN’T PULL OUT!” You scream, sitting up with sheets stuck to your back and hair all over. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Please stop screaming,” he groans, covering his face. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re the fucking worst!”

“Well,” he sighs. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again to make you feel better.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, heart racing. You stare at Jimin for a moment. Two moments. You drop your arms and lay back on the bed. “Yeah,” you huff. “Fine, whatever.”

Who were you to turn down another round like that? Your ex and his Escalade are long forgotten now.