Definition Of Love; M |jjk

definition of love; m |jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 7k

rating: 18+

genre: smut, engaged couple, domestic, idol!au

warnings: pregnancy, cursing, dirty talk, impreg kink, koo can't get enough of oc, multiple orgasms, creampie, cockwarming, cum eating, oral (f receiving), tiny bit of possessiveness, brief anal play

summary: blurting out big news at a family gathering was not how this was supposed to go - well, it's not like you had a plan to start with but...

a/n: didn't proof read this cuz it's 1 am now, but hope you like ittttt

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What does love mean?

You want to write Jungkook a letter - yeah cheesy, but whatever - telling him what those past years of your relationship means to you.

But how do you define love?

You can't seem to find the answer to that.

You thought it the answer to that would be easy and simple - you have been in a relationship with Jungkook for 8 years after all - but no, you quickly come to the revelation that you have absolutely no crumb of an idea how to put your love that you have for a man - since 8 years - into words.

You want to write Jungkook a letter - yeah cheesy, but whatever - writing everything you adore about him down, but whatever comes to your mind doesn't seem worth for the feelings that you have for Jungkook.

The whole writing a letter thing is pointless.

Not only that frustrates you - since a few days there's a tint of mischief shadowing every little action you do, following you day by day and not granting you a moment of peace.

It's that typical feeling of doing something wrong, something you shouldn't be doing; hiding something from your fiancé. The culpability that swathed you over was new, you've never in all those years with Jungkook hid anything from him. The lack of experience with dealing with such situations reflected in the way your behaviour became odd. Your conduct was so weird at times that there were multiple occasions in which Jungkook asked you if you're alright, if you're feeling well or if something happened at work. Little did he know that he was entirely wrong with his assumptions as to why you're behaving so weird at times. The simple - well, not that simple - answer would be that you are pregnant. You found out that you're having a baby a week ago and you have absolutely no idea - not even the slightest bit - how you're supposed to tell these news to Jungkook. Before anyone thinks the wrong way - you are happy. You're so fucking happy that you were a sobbing mess after you took a pregnancy test and cried for two hours in the bathroom before you were able to process it like a normal human - and not having a happy breakdown on the cold bathroom floor. You were lucky that Jungkook wasn't home that day. You are having a huge debate with yourself about how you're going to tell Jungkook about this. You've seen several videos on YouTube. That cheesy stuff with gifting him a tiny baby shirt with the printed sayings on them, the pregnancy test wrapped up in a little box, showing him the ultrasound pictures and the list goes on.... But the question is: How are you going to reveal it to Jungkook? ~ It's Friday. A little more than two weeks after you found out about your pregnancy. Jungkook's parents wanted to hold a family dinner over their place. And because Jungkook didn't see his family that often recently he said that you two should stay over for a night there. You were fine with that, you lover Jungkook's family. When you got the call from his mum you instantly knew that a family dinner where everyone close to the family is invited is going to be the perfect occasion to announce your pregnancy. You parents would be there too. You are still a bit clueless about the exact way of accomplishing that yet, but you're sure when the perfect timing arrives that you're going to be prepared for it...Hopefully. While you are helping to set the table outside you can't help but let a heady smile graces your face the whole time. You can't believe that the relationship with Jungkook came so far already. The happiness that Jungkook brought to you for the last 8 years are immeasurable.

Jungkook is still at the company and has to work on some stuff before coming over. You decided to come without him instead of waiting for him at home, so you can help setting everything up.

Both of your mum's are cooking in the kitchen. (Your dad too but you can't describe his doings as actual cooking) Jungkook's aunt, uncle and you assist them, while his dad and brother are playing with Jungkook's younger cousins outside. As you walk to the table outside in the garden to place some places on there you see how Minseok - the three year old - runs away from Minhyuk - who's eight years old - with an ecstatic cry. ,,Jungkook arrived," his aunt says and touches your shoulder. You whip your head to her. ,,Jungkook came?" She nods with a smile and you instantly rush to set the plates down on the table. Then you walk back through the living room and speed into the hallway. His mother already greeted him, returning back to the kitchen as you turn to the right and see him taking off his shoes. ,,Hi," you beam, teetering your heels like an excited teenager. Jungkook perks up at the sound of your angelic voice and flashes you his bunny smile. ,,Hey, baby," he greets you. When he slides his feet into his slippers he walks toward you, kissing you passionately before pulling you into a tight, warm hug. ,,You look pretty," he says, eyeing you up and down. His hand rubs your back, coming dangerously close to your bum. ,,Thank you." A coy smile adorns your face. Compliments from Jungkook will always make your heart flutter. His hand shamelessly falls down to your butt, squeezing it gently. Every bit of that

giddy teenager feeling leaves you. You tense. ,,Get your hand away from there." ,,No one's here," he answers, not even looking at the right direction to know if there is someone lingering near the entrance of the hallway. ,,Jungkook," you warn with a firm tone. When he doesn't move his hand you grab his wrist, lifting it up to your hips. ,,Spoilsport," he mumbles. You ignore him. ,,I missed you." Standing on your tip toes you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. You didn't see him the whole day - not even in the morning like usually, because he had to leave earlier. The only thing you felt was his lips pressing a kiss on you cheek this morning, mumbling a tiny 'love you' before properly tucking you under the sheets (you tend to throw them everywhere when you sleep, not letting them secure your body with warmth. But why would you when you have a living heater right next to you?) and marching off to the company. ,,Me too, love." The vibration of his deep voice scuttles placid chills down your spine. You feel secure in Jungkook's arms. ,,You look beautiful," he mutters near your ear. His hand rubs your back, coming dangerously close to your bum. ,,Oh my! Look at these two love birds!" At the sound of Jungkook's mothers rapturous voice you instantly flinch and push him away from you. Maybe it's silly to feel like this after all those years, but you can't shake it off. His mother beams with pleasure, her elated aura immediately transferring to you and causing you to smile back at her. Though you can't prevent a faint dust of pink tinting the apple of your cheeks. Jungkook chuckles at your shyness and pulls you into his side. When you remark the bowls of food in her hands you step away from Jungkook and want to reach out to help his mother, but she draws her arms back. ,,It's fine, dear. You already helped enough. You both should go outside and sit at the table, we are almost done with everything." A sincere smile adorns her face and she nods her head to the living room that leads to the huge garden. ,,Jungkookie, the boys couldn't wait to see you again, go and play with them.", she says, referring to his two little cousins. ,,How do I cut these?" You hear your dad asking in the kitchen. Your mum - also in the kitchen - inhales sharply. ,,Someone get this man out of the kitchen, please!" You sigh. Your dad was determined to help out, but you and your mum already knew that he would cause more problems with his helpfulness than getting any progress done. ,,And take your dad with you before going outside," Jungkook's mother says, sending a little wink in your direction before walking down the living room to bring the food outside. Jungkook chuckles and ducks down to kiss your temple, squeezing your hip with his big hand. ,,Go and rescue your mum," he mutters amused and sends you off with a pat on your bum. As soon as his hand meets your bum you turn around with narrowed eyes. ,,Stop that or you'll have to help with the cooking." You point a finger up to emphasize your threat. ,,No, I'm already booked. Gonna play football with my boys!" he announces, already running off to the garden and leaving you alone in the hallway. You smile at his antics and march into the kitchen, holding back a laugh when you see your mum and Jungkook's aunt trying to teach your dad what to do. It's hopeless, so you pull him by the arm to get him away from the precious food. You have something to celebrate later, you can't let the food get wasted by the poor skills of your dad. ~ It doesn't take long for the dinner to be prepared. With all the people helping it was done quickly and soon you are all sitting gathered around the huge table, lots of delicious food placed on it and empty stomachs waiting to get filled. You sit in front of Jungkook, Minseok and Minhyuk already claimed the seats besides him without batting their eyes to you. But you wouldn't argue with them about shooing you away from sitting next to your fiancé - they're feisty... ,,The meat is so good," your

mum mumbles next to you. ,,Wahh, so delicious," Jungkook's uncle exclaims, theatrically throwing his head back. Minseok giggles at his dads exaggeration, the three year old boy reaching his tiny hand to grab some more meat, but almost falls down on the table with his upper body. Jungkook is quick to react, pushing him back to his seat with his large hand on Minseok's chest. ,,Watch out, little one." Jungkook pats his head in secureness. Whenever there are kids around he always keeps out an eye for them. Jungkook grabs the meat that Minseok aimed for with his chopsticks and places them on Minseok's plate. ,,Fank you," Minseok beams, happily digging into the meat with his fingers. Jungkook returns to his food again, taking a bite of the salad. Everyone is silent, only a few sighs and mutters of how good the food tastes spoken. Is now the right time to announce your pregnancy? Or should you wait till everyone is done eating and let them finish dinner in peace. Or perhaps you should tell them later, when you're all going to eat the cake that your mum baked. You ponder about what the perfect timing would be, caught up in the same thoughts that flood your mind for over two weeks now. You feel like you're never going to find out how to do this. Anxiousness fills your body and you get so confused about your feelings, that you briefly consider announcing it tomorrow rather than now, but you can't back away now. You waited for this family gathering to come so you don't have to feel like a criminal everytime Jungkook's questions your weird behaviour and you try to find excuses as to why you are being like that. And also, you know that Jungkook - and everyone else - is going to be happy and there's nothing more that you enjoy than seeing your loved ones happy. It seems like you thought about how to phrase your announcement a bit too much, because a few seconds after you got determined to finally tell all of them, you already blurt it out loud. ,,I'm pregnant." And just like that, you spilled the beans to everyone. You set your chopsticks carefully on the table. Watching everyone halt in the middle of eating and darting their eyes at you. ,,What?" Jungkook's dad is the first one to speak up. You look at Jungkook. He stares back at you, lips parted and eyes grew bigger. Very much looking like he just saw an alien and not hearing his fiancé telling that she is pregnant. Your dad suddenly starts chocking next to you. You want to turn around and help him, but your mum on your side pulls you into a tight hug. After a second or two you hear Jungkook's mum shrieking in disbelief, making you smile. Jungkook's dad pats your dad's back. He coughs a few times more before drinking water. ,,So it's really him, huh?" Your dad teases, voice hoarse from the chocking. ,,Dad!" you exclaim, pulling yourself out from your mums arms and shooting him scowl. Everyone laughs at your adorable interaction. When you turn around again Jungkook isn't seated on his chair anymore and walks around the table to reach for you. His aunt and brother congratulate you and you thank them before standing up when Jungkook reached you. He still has that disbelieving shimmer in his eyes. You pout at his cute shocked state. ,,You...You are really...?" ,,He doesn't know?" Jungkook's dad asks and you briefly grant him a glance, biting down on your lip to prevent smiling and shake you head. You wrap your arms around his waist. ,, Went to the doctor a few days ago too. I'm three weeks in now." Jungkook is baffled. He has so many thoughts, so many things to stay, so many emotions he wants to let out, but it's all overwhelming so he just pulls you into a hug. Your arms are always a good choice when everything gets too much. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his arms having a strong grip around your body. ,,You're happy?" You rub his back with your hands soothingly. You hear him sniffle. ,,I'm so happy," he utters, voice thick. ,,Me too." Tears start filling your eyes. Hearing Jungkook cry

makes you want to do the same. ,,I love you," Jungkook mutters, kissing your lips. ,,I love you." He holds you tighter and as he rises to his full length he takes you with him, making your feet float over the grass. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, holding onto him. You giggle and he continues smothering you with more kisses on your neck. He starts whirling you around, your grip on him getting more tight. You hear a few cooing at the adorable sight of Jungkook and you. ,,I can't believe this," he mutters. Jungkook slowly lets you down again. ,,We're gonna have a baby," you say, watching how he gets emotional again, a tear rolling down his cheek. ,,Since when do you know?" He asks, sniffling. Jungkook sighs out loud to calm himself. ,,About two weeks." ,,Two weeks?" Jungkook is perplexed and looks at you in disbelief. You nod sheepishly. ,,Didn't know how to tell you," you admit. ,,Were you scared?" he asks worried. He can't imagine how you must have felt like in those weeks. ,,No! Not scared. I just never knew when the right timing was," you assure him. ,,Waited two weeks and still couldn't find the right timing. I choked on my food because of you, missy. Couldn't spare this old man a few seconds to finish eating?" Your dad jokes. ,,Are you okay?" Jungkook asks. He was so caught up with his own feelings that he didn't even pay attention on you dad almost dying at the dinner table. ,,Yeah, yeah I have been taken care for. But thanks for your late concern." Your dad gives Jungkook an approved nod. You laugh and Jungkook sends him a thumbs up. ,,Y/n has baby in her belly?" Minhyuk asks, the curiosity in him prompting to stand up and walk towards you. ,,Baby?" The younger one asks and watches how his older brother marches to you. ,,Yeah, I have a baby in here." You rub your stomach, though there is no indication of a baby yet. ,,I don't see it." Minhyuk says and stops in front of you. His brows are furrowed like he is trying to see through you. ,,It's too small. The baby needs a few months before you can see it." You smile when his little mouth forms into circle. ,,You're gonna have a cousins to play with soon." Jungkook pats Minhyuk's head, but he is too engrossed in observing your stomach. ,,Cousin? Baby cousin?" Now Minseok's interest awoke and he puts his hand on the table, showing his excitement. ,,And then the baby can play soccer with us!" Jungkook exclaims, causing Minseok to gasp. ,,When baby coming?" ,,Gonna take a while, buddy." You sit down on your chair again. Jungkook offers his hand to Minhyuk and he gladly takes it, both of them walking back to their seats. ,,One day?" Minseok asks, the excitement of a possible new player to have in soccer not leaving him. ,,Longer," Jungkook answers. ,,Two!" ,,More than two days." Jungkook sits down on his chair, Minseok immediately reaching for him and Jungkook pulls him onto his lap. ,,Free!" Minseok holds three fingers up and Jungkook chuckles. He continues counting till ten, till he has no more fingers to hold up and looks at Jungkook in confusion. ,,You have to wait patiently, okay?" Jungkook runs his fingers through Minseok's soft brown hair. Minseok nods vigorously and a little smile displays on his face. Jungkook wants to sit Minseok back on his chair, but je refuses and whines. So instead he turns Minseok around, draws his plate closer and starts eating with Minseok on his lap. As everyone starts continuing eating Jungkook starts filling your plate with food. ,,Kook, I can't eat that much!" ,,You're eating for two, of course you have to eat more," he reasons. He leans forward and with the help of his mum he grabs the bowl of salad. ,,Give my woman all the food you have." You knew that Jungkook would be like this. You know him well enough to be aware of his overprotective nature. But you won't complain, that caring nature of his is going to be helpful once you start having cravings for food. He'd be out of the door rushing to get what you want before

you're even done with your sentence. ~ ,,I still can't believe it," Jungkook mumbles against your skin before pressing more kisses all over your neck. ,,Did you tell the boys?" ,,Not yet." He gives you a peck on the lips. It's late. Jungkook and you lie in the huge bed of one of the guest rooms. Everyone already left except the both of you, Jungkook's cousins and his aunt. The two little boys didn't want to leave Jungkook and so their mum decided that they could sleep over for a night. ,,Gonna tell them tomorrow." You nod and want to lie down on your side, but Jungkook doesn't budge from his position on top of you. He cups your cheek and kisses you languidly, other hand trailing down to fondle with the hem of your sleeping shorts. ,,Jungkook," you sigh. ,,Yeah?" You don't get to say anything as he slides his hand into your shorts, cupping your clothed heat. He starts planting kisses on your neck again, slow and passionate. Fingers brush over your folds, your body twitching when he touches your clit. Your hands fall from the nape of his neck to his shoulders. ,,Koo, no." He perks up the second he registers your demur. ,,What's wrong?" ,,We- we shouldn't...Not again." ,,They won't hear anything," he ensures. ,,I swear your dad always looks at me differently the next morning." ,,No he doesn't," he snickers. ,,He does!" ,,Then be extra quiet today." Voice suddenly as dark as the sky at night. He traces your jawline with his finger. You snort. ,,Why do you always have to be so horny?" ,,Just wanna take care of my baby." His loving gaze so contrary to the meaning behind his words. ,,Your aunt is also here," you reason. ,,Heavy sleeper." Jungkook's hand inside your shorts start moving again and you inhale sharply, having completed forgotten about his hand there. ,,If you say so," you say, voice light as you try so suppress a moan when he presses his thumb on your clit. ,,Yeah? Want me to take care of you?" ,,Uh-huh." Jungkook's kisses you for a moment before he leans back and takes your shorts and panties off in one go. ,,Spread your legs for me, baby." You get comfortable on the bed, resting your head on the fluffy pillow and opening your legs for Jungkook. ,,Oh fuck," he mutters as he lies down and on his stomach, his breathing hitting your bare pussy. While he squeezes your thigh his other hand reaches for your folds, slowly running a finger over your sensitive part. ,,Wanna taste your little pussy so badly." Jungkook doesn't spare another second, wrapping his mouth around your clit and starting to suck. You jolt, a loud sigh erupting from your throat. Jungkook holds you down by your thighs, not allowing you to close them as you try to relax your body. His tongue prods out, tickling your bud. Jungkook watches you closely. He can't get enough of every little reaction he coaxes from you. He finds so much pleasure in knowing that he is the only one making you feel like this. Your hand is buried in his thick hair while you're other one is slowly gripping the sheets beneath you. ,,Your pregnant pussy tastes to good," he mumbles. ,,Yeah?" He hums against your cunt, his low voice sending more arousal straight through you. Jungkook flicks his tongue ferociously, his head moving with his movements. It's hard for you to hold in your moans. His mouth on your pussy is one of your weak spots and the simple sight of seeing him between your legs makes your head already spin. He runs a hand up your body, sliding under your shirt and palming your breast once he's there. While his tongue works on your clit his thumb starts doing the same on your nipple. Your bud immediately hardens. Jungkook's mouth is everywhere, slurping your juices and swallowing them like a starved man. You tug on his hair, chest rising and falling heavily and mind focused on doing everything to prevent any sounds slipping from you. When you can't trust yourself you let loose of the sheets, putting your hand over your mouth. ,,My pretty baby is getting

close, isn't she?" You nod and push his head back to your pussy. He groans at your desperate state. Jungkook pinches your nipple between his finger, coaxing a whine from you. You set your foot on the bed, framing Jungkook's head with your thighs Unconsciously you started moving your hips against his face. Jungkook doesn't stop you from doing so, allowing you to use him as you want. Now both his hands cup your tits, squeezing them tightly and pushing them together. ,,Shit," you whisper into your hand, your climax reaching closer with every rub on his face and every flick of his tongue. The hold on his silky strands tighten, hips start to quiver and loose their rhythm. Your stomach twists, legs drawing closer and trapping Jungkook even more between your legs. You don't have any control over your body anymore. Your eyes waver shut, the darkness that greets you helping you to solely focus on Jungkook's mouth on your pussy. With one last twist on your clit you buck your hips upwards, your climax sending off sparks of pleasure throughout your body. Your eyebrows are so tightly furrowed, so eagerly trying to not get more sounds than little mewls past your lips. ,,That's my good girl," he praises. Your legs shake around him. You bite down your hand to set a stop to all the curses that want to leak out from you. When Jungkook doesn't stop slurping and cleaning up your pussy you push his head away with your hands. ,,Can't get enough of you." Jungkook presses kisses near your quivering pussy, leaving wet trails near your sensitive area. Jungkook is fully enraptured by the look of your throbbing cunt and gives one last lick over your whole pussy. ,,Jungkook," you whine, body jerking. Your legs fall down on the bed again. He sits on his knees now, hands trailing over the beautiful curves of your body. Your eyes are caught up staring at his abs that you don't notice how he takes off his boxer shorts. He leans down with one hand, giving you short kisses on the lips. You reach between your bodies, hand wrapping around his hard cock. Jungkook exhales a shaky breath. His head falls down to your shoulder as your thumb sweeps over his tip and rubs his pre-cum over it. ,,Gonna fuck my princess now, yeah?" He whispers, a little whimper falling from him when you glide your hand over Jungkook's whole length. You nod and wrap your legs around his small waist, bringing him closer to you. He grabs his cock and runs it over your shining folds, the sticky sounds resonated in the quiet room, both of you holding your breaths as Jungkook slowly pushes past your entrance. Your lips part, a small sigh escaping them. ,,You're so fucking tight," he groans. Jungkook doesn't know if it has something to do with your pregnancy but you feel different. Your walls around his cock feel tighter and so much better than anything he ever felt before. ,,I'm not gonna last long." He holds himself up by his forearms caging your head, hips slowly starting to move. ,,Stop clenching so hard around me," he mutters, breathing hard. ,,Can't help it," you whine and move your hands to his back. The stretch of his cock feels so good, already reaching your sweet spot without doing much. ,,Your pussy feels amazing, fuck." Jungkook's hips lunge forward, hitting you hard and deep. ,,Faster, Koo. Go faster." ,,My pregnant girl wants it faster?" His eyes are dark as he watches every change of expression on your face, almost groaning out loud when you mutter a cute "Uh-huh". He speeds up his tempo, giving both of you a hard time holding back your moans. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, the pain he feels causing him to go even rougher and harder. The headboard slams back against the wall everytime Jungkook thrusts forward. It's always like that, but as soon as you feel Jungkook's cock inside you, you're never able to care about who might hear it. It's only after you're both done and you have to face his parents again when the regret starts kicking in... Jungkook's hand reaches down and starts drawing

circles on your clit. As soon as you feel his thumb on you, you press his head down and kiss him hard. A moan was dangerously close to fall from your mouth. ,,Take your shirt off." He says. Your approaching climax makes it hard for you to take your shirt off. As soon as you throw the fabric away he latches his mouth on your nipple. ,,Can't wait till they're full with milk for my baby," he says, flicking his tongue over your bud. You press your lips together and hold onto his biceps. He palms your breast and weighs them in his hands. ,,They're gonna get so big and full, fuck." He plunges forward with such an intensity, catching you off guard and rutting the headboard so hard against the wal that you're not certain about his parents not being able to hear what you're doing inside this bedroom. ,,Jungkook, control yourself." You know that telling him that is futile, but at least you show some effort in keeping everything quiet. ,,You're so amazing, god, you are so fucking amazing, y/n." He's lost in thoughts, lost in his own world and can't control anything he does anymore. His balls slapping against your skin echoes through the room. ,,Gonna marry you," he moans. ,,Jungkook." You say, voice surprised. ,,Want to make you my wife. You're mine, baby. You're all mine." You're at loss for words and the way he bucks his cock so deep into you doesn't allow you to build coherent sentences. You didn't really talk about marriage. He proposed to you two years ago, but you didn't go into any details and both of you were happy like that till now. But maybe now that you are pregnant it's the right time to finally take that step too. But right now you have other things in mind. ,,Gonna cum," you tell him, cupping his face and drawing him closer to you. ,,Yeah? My girl is gonna cream all over my cock?" ,,Yes, fuck, yes." ,,Me too. Gonna cum too." ,,Cum inside me, fill me up," you whine. Jungkook groans at your words. ,,Gonna shoot my cum in your tight pussy." He captures your lips into a sweet kiss when he feels your walls flutter around him. The kiss swallow your moan as your orgasms washes over you. He slows his rubbing on your clit and soon comes to a stop when your body starts jerking. Jungkook follows you a second later, his hips stuttering and cock twitching. He groans as he spills all of his seed inside you, painting your walls white. You both retract from the kiss, your chest rising up and down heavily. Shocks of pure pleasure rush through you and your legs that are wrapped around him can't stop moving. ,,Oh my God," you whisper breathless. Jungkook stills inside you, head hanging low over your chest. His breath tickles your skin. Your digits roam over his now sweat sheathed back and shoulders, his muscles slack and relaxed. ,,I meant it." Jungkook looms over your face again. ,,Huh?" ,,I want to marry you. Soon." ,,Yeah?" A timid smile spreads on your face. ,,Of course. You're mine and I want the whole world to know." You sink your teeth into your bottom lip. ,,I want to marry you too." A cheeky grin tugs on his lips. ,,I know." You slap his arm. ,,Maybe I'll reconsider if you act like this." He chuckles. ,,You make me so happy, y/n," Jungkook says, all serious again. ,,I don't think you know how thankful I am for you." ,,I know Koo, I know." You slowly run your hands through his hair. ,,I can't wait for the baby." The excited shimmer in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by you. You raise your head and kiss him shortly, he is too adorable. You want to talk more with him, but you're so drained after what you two just did. ,,I'm sleepy," you admit, keeping your eyes from closing. ,,Then let's sleep- but I want to be inside you," he says and stops you from moving around to much. After a few seconds you're both tucked under the comfy blankets. Jungkook is behind you, keeping a secure arm around you, hand rubbing your stomach in soft strokes till both of you fall asleep. ~ The next morning you wake up due to Jungkook

pressing tender kisses on your neck from behind. You have no clue what time it is, but are only focusing on his kisses and his hard cock inside your pussy. You don't know when he got hard, you both were in a deep slumber up until he woke up and started kissing you. But you love feeling him buried inside you, stretching you open and making you feel so full. ,,What time is it?" Your voice is hoarse from your sleep. ,,Dunno," he mutters against your skin and continues pampering you with smooches on your neck and shoulder. ,,Are they awake?" You know what Jungkook wants - his hard cock inside you says enough - but you also don't want anyone to suddenly come in. ,,Probably not. Didn't hear anything." His hand wanders to your naked chest, squeezing your flesh. ,,So soft," he mumbles to himself. You giggle at his sleepy voice and turn your head to be able to look at him. His eyes are barely open, face puffy and hair a mess. Cute. ,,Wanna fuck?" You're not even surprised at his bold question. ,,Can I ride you?" ,,Hell yes." In one swift motion Jungkook pulls you onto his lap. His cock slipped out of you during change of position, but you quickly hold his cock by its shaft and ease yourself onto him again. ,,God, you're so big," you murmur as you take him again. Jungkook is now fully awake, watching you with big eyes when you start lifting your body up and down. He can't get over how beautiful you look like, freshly out of bed and ready to fuck him. You are perfect, so perfect for him. ,,Just look at you taking my cock so well." He puts his hand behind his head, eyes roaming all over your body and taking pleasure in watching you. You steady yourself on his muscular chest, rocking your hips back and forth. ,,That's it - fuck, that's it, baby." Jungkook groans quietly, hands reaching for your waist and helping with the movements. ,,I love watching you ride my cock, shit. You're so fucking sexy." ,,Yeah? You like that?" ,,Fuck yes, baby." You lean forward, bouncing up and down on his cock, a few whines erupting from your mouth as his cock brushes over your sensitive parts inside you. ,,Oh my God," you sigh. Jungkook lifts his hips up and moves in unison with you. His dick reaches way deeper like that. As your orsgams nears you let Jungkook have more control, slowly stopping your motions and coaxing Jungkook to thrust upwards beneath you. His hands find your ass, giving it a squeeze before spanking it. You drag one hand to his shoulders, holding him tightly as his thrusts grow more rapid. With the other one you start touching your clit, toying with your little bud. ,,You're cock feels so good," you mewl, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. ,,You like how I fuck you, hm?" He whispers into your ear. ,,Yes! Fuck, I love it so much." You press your head further into his neck when you feel the slightest brush of his thumb on your puckered hole. He quickly spits on his fingers and spreads it over your hole. Then he roams his thumb over it again, gingerly pushing in. ,,Jungkook," you whine, brows furrowing in pleasure as you take all the different sensations in. ,,You good?" ,,Yes, I'm- I'm good..." Talking is hard now. The coil in your stomach is suddenly so close to snap, taking you by surprise at how fast it's approaching. ,,I-I'm gonna-" You can't finish your sentence, your whole body already shuddering and fluttering. ,,Oh fuck," Jungkook curses, your tight pussy not leaving him any other choice than cumming right then and there. You're so tight, it makes him go crazy. Jungkook's cum shoots inside you, his seed filling up your pussy. You welcome the warm feeling of his cum inside you. He rocks his hips upwards a few more times, prolonging the pleasure until he can't no more. ,,Your pussy is driving me insane." You giggle tiredly and pull yourself up from his body. Your fingers skim over his abs. ,,Maybe if you-" Suddenly a knock on the door interrupts you. You're instantly alarmed. You grab the sheets behind you and drag them

over your naked body, leaning down and hugging Jungkook to hide his nudity too. ,,Jungkook-ah, breakfast is almost ready!" Jungkook's mum calls. Despite her loud voice her tone still seems gentle and friendly. Luckily she doesn't come in. ,,We're coming!" Jungkook answers. He is able to hold back is unsteady breathing unlike you. ,,Okay!" His mother answers and you hear her walking down the hall. ,,Do you think we'll have time to shower?" You manage to asks between long breaths. ,,Nah." His fingers skittle down your bare back. You huff. ,,I'm filled with your cum." ,,It's not like you've never been through a whole day with your pussy stuffed with my cum before." He grins, the memory flashing through his mind making him want to devour you all over again. ,,I had no other choice," you grumble. ,,Poor baby," he mocks, though he was the reason that you were left with no choices that day. ,,But that shouldn't be a problem, babe." Jungkook flips you around. His cock slides out of you as he scoots down and spreads your legs widely. Your mixed cum slowly spills out. Jungkook doesn't allow it to drop on the sheets, his mouth latching on your leaking hole and swallowing every bit of your mixed arousal that dribbles from you. ,,Fuck," you sigh, back arching off the bed. You stare at the ceiling as you run your hand through his messy hair. Your body jerks every time his nose brushes over your clit, your climax still affecting you - that beautiful dizzy feeling still lingering in every part of your body. ,,Don't think I'll need breakfast anymore," he says when he is finished cleaning you up. ,,Yeah you do. You're always hungry." He kisses your body up, stomach, chest, neck till he is hovering over your face. ,,Hungry for you." ,,Stop being so cheesy!" You grimace. He chuckles and runs a hand through your dishevelled hair. ,,I'm only being romantic," he clarifies. ,,Don't like it," you pout. ,,Jungkook-ah!" his dad yells from upstairs. ,,Breakfast is ready!" ,,We gotta go, baby." Jungkook pecks your forehead, but you cup his head to steal one last kiss from him. Then you aim to sit up, but he doesn't let you until he gives your belly one last smooch and a gentle rub. ~ Jungkook and you are the last ones to sit down on the table outside, but no one comments on that. They already started eating, but you can't me mad at them. You let them wait for...quiet some time. This time he sits next to you, his cousins also didn't try to get you away from him. But as soon as Jungkook and you joined them outside they started talking to him, immediately wanting Jungkook's attention before he even sat down. You'd never get over how cute the relationship between Jungkook and his cousins is. You can't wait to see him interact with your own baby once your precious little bean is going to be with you. Jungkook is going to be the best dad that you could ever possibly imagine, you know that for sure. As everyone of you devours the breakfast with laughter and happiness, something comes to your mind. Love. You suddenly think of love. That precious little thing that you were so afraid of years ago, but now are surrounded with it without being scared. It's not your first thought though. Your first thought was something different. Jungkook. When you think about love the first thing that comes to your mind is Jungkook. You unwarily turned your head to look at him. Jungkook feels your stare, instantly tilting his head to you. He doesn't know why you are looking at him with that peculiar shine in your eyes, but regardless of the reason, he starts beaming at you - that radiant bunny smile that you can't get enough of. You know you are in the middle of having breakfast with your family, but you couldn't care less at the moment. You scoot closer, mouth aiming for his cheek and giving him a light peck. ,,I love you," you whisper into his ear - hidden from all the others and only for him to hear - as you linger close to his face. ,,I love you," he says just as quiet,

biting down his

lip to stop himself from grinning like a lovesick teenager. When you break your gaze away from Jungkook you're met with a few people staring at the both of you with fond eyes - especially both of your mums, they never miss something. Jungkook clears his throat, knowing that you don't like the attention of everyone on you. ,,Yah! You both didn't left any for me!" Jungkook scolds his little cousins for eating all of his favourite side dish, causing them to giggle at his playful scowl. Minseok opens his mouth and takes the already chewed food out, offering Jungkook the piece with a vicious chuckle. ,,Ah," he smacks his lips, cocking his head to the side and briefly sighing in disappointment. ,,I hope you both know that I won't be playing soccer with you from now on." He smacks his lips and uses his chopsticks to grab food, halfway through deciding to place it at your plate for you to eat. While Minseok - who is sitting next to Jungkook - starts jutting his bottom lip out and tilting his head up to look at him with big pleading eyes - his tiny fingers still offering him that chewed piece of food - Minhyuk already starts claiming that he is way better at playing soccer anyway. ,,You wanna bet on it?" Jungkook asks, patting Minseok's head in reassurance while looking at the older one with a brow arched. ,,Jungkook-ah, didn't you see how good of a football player he became yesterday? My boys are so good in playing, aren't they?" Jungkook's aunt defends her sons. ,,We'll see after breakfast," Jungkook teases, knowing how to rile his cousin up. You shake your head amused. No one's that interested in provoking an eight year old like Jungkook is. They both continue bickering - Minseok not paying any attention to that, rather being focused on the saliva coated food he had picked out of his mouth and plays with it on the table, completely enchanted and in his own bubble - making everyone laugh around the table. As you watch the moment unfold in front of you, your heart swells with love. It's Jungkook. Jungkook is the answer to love.

Bet On It | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, fingering, getting frisky in a public bathroom, uh i'm gonna say light bondage, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Yoongi is a blond menace, undercut warning

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

A/N: Sooooo this was supposed to be a drabble, part of my Milestone Celebration. The prompt was “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” I wrote 500 words... and then another 500... and then bloop! It became a one-shot. Originally I intended to post this on his birthday, but I'm impatient to get started on my next fic idea, so.... here you go!

Thanks to @thatlongspringnight and @namjinsmoonchile for brainstorming trivia team names.

Unbeta’d as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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“Okay, you motherfuckers, let’s do this. Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!” With a vicious grin, you raise your pint in a toast to your teammates.

Blank stares greet you from around the table.

“She’s doing it again,” Jungkook says.

“I know. Just ignore her,” Seokjin replies.

“Oh, come on,” you sigh. “Help me out here! It’s been three weeks with no wins. You’re our leader, Seokjin–give us a rousing speech! Do something to rally the troops!”

Jungkook frowns. “Jin, you promised you’d talk to her about the military metaphors.”

“I did! And do you know what she said? ‘Roger that!’ Then she saluted!”

“I’m sitting right here, jerks. You’re not even pretending to whisper!” With a frustrated pout, you turn your attention to the busy room around you.

The Blue & Grey is packed once again as you sip on the pub’s latest brew (an apricot wheat, perfect for early summer) while you wait for your trivia match to begin. It’s your Friday night post-work routine, just as it’s been for the last five months, ever since your coworker/work spouse Seokjin invited you to join his team, the Real Jiniuses.

He’d heard through the office grapevine that you liked games. And were a little competitive. Clearly, his source understated the facts.

You love trivia. And you fucking live for the thrill of competiton.

So once you’d stopped mocking him for the team name, you’d agreed.

Seokjin leans forward, long black hair flopping over his forehead as he gently clasps his large hand over yours. He utters your name calmly, like a parent trying to reason with a bratty child. “Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“Pfft, I think you’re not taking it seriously enough! Do you really want to lose to You Just Got Served? Again?”

You Just Got Served. Aka the Real Jiniuses’ rivals. Led by Hoseok from Legal aka Hardass Hobi as you and Seokjin refer to him. So named because of his ruthless attitude in the office.

Also he had a peach so firm you could bounce a paperclip off it. Not that you, the head of HR, had ever tried that. Ahem.

Normally, your teams trade the top spot in the match rankings, but they’ve been kicking your asses for the last few weeks. And you know it’s all thanks to one man.

Min Yoongi. Your nemesis.

He’s You Just Got Served’s ace. The man with all the answers. The man who annoys the fuck out of you. Because just as quickly as you marked him your biggest competition for ultimate trivia master, he sussed you out as the same.

A sneak glance at his team’s table confirms what you already knew. He’s watching you. Which only adds to your irritation. Sure, his whole team is technically your competition, but all your ire is reserved for the annoyingly sharp, vexingly handsome man studying you from across the room.

Make no mistake, he is handsome. As he gazes at you now with those cat-like eyes, newly bleached-blonde hair hanging messily over his brow, examining you from behind a pair of thick black frames, your pulse quickens slightly, despite your best efforts to appear calm and unperturbed.

“Do I want to lose to Hardass again and have to deal with him bringing it up in our Monday morning meeting? No. But it’s a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things.” Seokjin pauses. “Do you really want a repeat of Trivial Pursuit night?”

“You always bring that up!” A few weeks into your time with the team, Seokjin had invited you to his apartment to play board games with some of the others. It had not gone particularly well. The ‘take no prisoners’ approach to trivia you’ve got makes for a bad scene when your opponents are your friends. “I said I was sorry!”

And you’d been permanently banned from board games night.

“You made Jungkook cry!”

You scoff, sipping your pint. “Oh, like that’s hard!”

“Hey!” Jungkook protests with a tiny sniffle. You gesture emphatically.

“Fine, point made,” Seokjin concedes, lovingly rubbing his boyfriend’s back while carefully avoiding his glare. ”Can we just have fun tonight? Please?”

Only because he’s your favorite coworker, and only because you don’t want to lose yet another friendship over a game, you give in. “Yeah, yeah, fun, whatever. I’ll get the next pitcher.”

The bar is horribly crowded as you approach. Apparently all the other players have decided to place their drink orders at the same exact time. Tapping your fingers on the smooth wooden surface, you’re patiently waiting to catch the bartender’s eye when a velvety voice rumbles in your ear.

“Back for more, huh?”

The devil himself. “Hi, Yoongi.”

He slips in beside you, propping himself up on an elbow on the bar. If you were friends, you’d tell him that you think his fresh undercut is striking, and paired with his newfound blondness, makes him look like a goddamn snack.

But you’re not, so you just ignore him and keep focused on flagging down the bartender.

“I never pegged you for a masochist,” Yoongi notes, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth. You try not to follow the movement with your eyes but it’s like breathing - happens completely involuntarily. “Yet here you are again, looking for more pain. Which I’m more than happy to provide.”

You finally place your pitcher order with the bartender before sizing up the man beside you. This is your other Friday night routine–trading insults with Yoongi. It’s how you prepare for the game, exchanging verbal jabs with the enemy. Though lately it’s been more innuendos than barbs, especially on his end, and these back-and-forths leave you feeling more heated than ready for battle.

Damned if you'll let him know that, though. Admitting that Yoongi has some sort of power over you feels like admitting defeat. And that’s the one thing you’ll never do.

“God, I can’t wait to make you choke on those words when we beat your ass tonight.”

His lips twitch mirthfully. “Oh, now you want to choke me? And there’s the sadism. Fascinating. I’m just learning all sorts of new things about you tonight.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, rolling your eyes. He’s so transparent with these attempts to get under your skin. It’d be hilarious, if only they didn’t work. “Maybe you should spend less time learning about me and more time studying up on your trivia? Then you won’t have to resort to these childish attempts at riling me up to feel superior.”

“Please. We both know I don’t need to do any of that. When it comes to trivia, I’m the king.”

“You’re the worst, your highness,” you proclaim, tone dripping with disdain.

He sidles closer, near enough that you breathe him in. Despite all his sharpness, his scent is so soft–lavender, with woodsy notes, mixed with the spice of the whisky cocktail he exhales as he peers at you through those dark glasses. Warm and inviting.

“Oh, I like that. You can call me that from now on, if you’d please.”

“Fuck off. Prepare to be dethroned, asshole.”

“Ha. You making a run for the crown? Good. Bring it. But know that I never back down from a challenge.”

Your retort is cut off by a voice behind you. “Yoongi, did you–oh.” It’s Hobi, looking devastatingly gorgeous as usual in a perfectly tailored suit. Since most of the players here come straight from your place of work, it's a rather well-dressed bunch of nerds. No complaints on your end. “I was gonna ask what’s taking you so long with my drink, but nevermind. I see now.”

“Just having a friendly little discussion here.”

“I’m sure.” Hobi nods coolly at you before he nudges Yoongi out of the way to speak to the bartender. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

“Oh no, please do,” you quip. “I insist.”

Yoongi pouts, pretty lips puffing up before that cocky grin reappears again. It’s never far when he’s talking to you. “But we were having such an illuminating conversation.”

“You mispronounced ‘torturous.’”

His smile widens and you realize you’ve once again led him where he wants the conversation to go. It’s incredible. You never intend to set him up like that and yet there you go walking directly into his traps every time.

You sidestep.

“Well, it depends on–what? What are you looking at?” He slaps a hand to his slender neck suddenly, rubbing as though he’ll find something staining the skin there, based on the way you’re squinting as you stare at his throat.

“Sorry, I’m just marveling at the structural integrity of your neck.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

“It’s amazing that something so thin can support something so big.”

His eyes flash before he smirks, opening his mouth.

“If you’re about to make a big dick comment, I swear to God I’ll kick you straight off this team right now,” Hobi promises from over his shoulder, and Yoongi swiftly closes his mouth. “Come on, enough harassing the competition.” He tips his drink towards you. “Best of luck.”

Hobi leads Yoongi back to their table, and you know you shouldn’t ogle him openly, but Yoongi’s tight pants hug his ass so obscenely that you can’t stop yourself and oh, great, he caught you looking. Hastily, you grab your pitcher and bolt for your table, which is close enough to where Yoongi sits that you can hear him chuckling delightedly.

The quizmaster welcomes everyone to trivia night, and your thoughts are quickly replaced by the only thing that could drive Yoongi out of your head–the exhilaration of the game.

Two hours later, sitting at the bar, you’re trying to drown your sorrows with yet another pint. You Just Got Served’s winning streak continues.

“That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You frown as Yoongi takes a seat on the barstool next to you. “What sound?”

“The little noise you made when your team lost.” He sips his drink casually, eyes once again fixed on your face, observing your reaction closely.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you sniff, crossing your arms. “I didn't say anything.”

For once, you hadn’t. You’d been so sure that your team was going to pull out the win with the final question tonight that you were left completely speechless by the results. Unlike last week, when you’d let loose a flurry of loud expletives, much to Seokjin’s absolute embarrassment.

Okay, maybe tonight you’d made a little exclamation of protest. Just a tiny one. But there was no way Yoongi could’ve heard it.

“You absolutely did. Kinda sounded like a… a needy whine?” The smirk returns. “I’ve never heard anything so sweet.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “Is that because you’ve never made a woman whine before?” Yoongi scowls as you raise your pint to your smiling lips.

Hobi suddenly materializes at your side like a sexy but stern magician. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You should really consider joining our team,” he says, motioning to the bartender for a refill. “Aren’t you tired of losing?”

“Cross over to the Dark Side? Aren’t you supposed to entice me with saving my friends or offer me cookies or something?”

“Fuck, even for a nerd, you’re a nerd, you know?” Hobi sighs. “Which is why you should be with us. You’re absolutely wasted on the Jiniuses. Don’t you want to be on the winning team for once?”

“Save it, Hoseok.” With one hand, you shoo him away. “Go gloat elsewhere. It’s bad enough I can never shake this one,” you thumb at Yoongi.

“Yeah, weird how that always happens,” Hobi comments drolly, clapping Yoongi on the shoulder as he drifts off to bother Seokjin.

“Anyway…” Yoongi drawls as if he were never interrupted, “what will it take to get you to make that noise again? I miss it already.”

“God, what will it take to get you to shut up about it?”

“How about a little wager over next week?”

“Mmmm, not much of a gambler.” Contests, you like. Gambling, not so much. You don’t believe in luck. Just in yourself.

“Afraid you’ll lose? I would’ve thought you’d be used to that by now.”

He’s such an ass. “Fine, let’s say I take you up on this. What’s in it for me?”

“Name your prize.”

“Okay, how about… if my team wins, you pick up our tab for the night.”

He taps his glass thoughtfully. “Is that all?”

“What, that’s not enough?” He has no idea how much Seokjin alone can drink.

“I’m just saying. Make it worth your while.”

Tossing back the rest of your drink, you reconsider. What do you want? “All right. You pick up our tab, and you have to stop annoying me every week. Which means no more comments about stupid shit like imaginary sounds.”

He’s silent for a moment, still examining you as he mulls your words. You wonder if you’ve made a mistake with your choice of prize. Don’t you enjoy being the center of his attention every week? Crave his fiery words and longing looks? There’s a weird sense of panic growing in the pit of your stomach while you wait for his response.

“Okay,” he finally replies, setting his empty glass on the bar. He tilts towards you, and the loud din of the room around you dies away as he murmurs, “But when my team wins, I’m finally going to take you home and do everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you, over and over, until you can only make that sweet little sound.”

A jolt ripples through you. Shifting in your seat, squeezing your thighs together, you inhale deeply to control your breathing, so you give nothing away. “Are you kidding me? You really think I’d agree to that? To offering myself as a prize?”

“Yes.” Stated so matter-of-factly.

“And just why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because you want to come home with me. You’re just too proud to admit it. So I’ll make it easy for you. When I win, you’re mine for the night.” He lightly skims a long finger down your arm, and goosebumps rush to fill the space where his skin touched yours.

The satisfied look in his eyes as you struggle to compose yourself is the only thing anchoring you to reality, keeping you from grabbing him by the tie and dragging him straight into the bathroom.

You won’t let him win that easily.

“Well. That is simply not going to happen. I’ll take the bet, because I know it’s the only way to get you to stop bothering me, and because I know I’m going to win.” Gracefully, you climb off your stool, thankful that your legs haven’t turned to jelly after what he said. “You’re going down.”

He winks. “Well yeah, fingers crossed, love.”

Your scowl leaves him laughing as you stalk away.

“I’ve been dreaming about that noise all week long.” Yoongi’s voice drifts over the clatter around you. After another long week, it’s Friday again, so you’re at the bar, ordering provisions. And of course Yoongi’s here, too, wearing a grey three-piece suit, running his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, looking delicious as always.

How annoying.

“You’ve been hallucinating an imaginary sound? You should probably get that checked out.” The bartender slides a cocktail towards you and you give them an appreciative nod before taking a sip.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

He grins, pink lips revealing a gummy smile. “Is that the best you’ve got tonight?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re not stressing about the match, are you? Wouldn’t want to win because you’re not on your game.”

“I’m always on.” Maybe it’s the exhaustion of a long week getting to you, but his snarky comments are even more irritating than usual tonight.

“Good. Because I want to know I’ve beaten the best.” The corner of his mouth lifts, that familiar crooked smile igniting a flame inside you.

You quickly tamp it down.

“Always so damn confident, aren’t you, Yoongi? Talking so big. Even if you win, do you really think you can make me make that sound again? Or any sounds, for that matter?”

He watches you over the rim of his glass as he takes a long dram. Something flutters against the bare skin of your thigh and you glance down to see his other hand brushing lightly along your leg.

“I assure you that I can and I will. But if you’d prefer a demonstration…?”

The hem of your skirt is pinched between his fingers. He rolls the fabric up slightly and you inhale sharply as his thumb strokes the smooth skin beneath. Tearing your gaze away from his hand, you find him studying your reaction. Waiting.

The quizmaster for the evening announces ten minutes until the match. You snap out of your trance and swat his hand away, hoping your bored expression is more convincing than it feels. “No need to embarrass yourself now. Save it for the quiz.”

Even though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back over your shoulder as you saunter away. Yoongi leans against the bar, tongue poking his cheek as he watches your hips sway and fuck, he’s caught you looking again. That spark inside you burns as he winks, and you turn away, in desperate need of your drink and a distraction.

Without a doubt, trivia night is always the highlight of your week. But tonight you’re too keyed up to truly enjoy it. Every round has you on edge, wondering if you’re one step closer to winning or losing the bet–and trying to figure out which outcome you’d prefer. All of this means a quieter, more subdued you than usual. Naturally, your friends notice.

“You feeling okay tonight?” Jungkook asks between the second and third rounds, nudging you gently with his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You flash the briefest of smiles. Jungkook jerks his head at his boyfriend, who shrugs and raises his eyebrows. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here looking right at you.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Seokjin exclaims.

“Please. Your face is louder than a fire alarm.”

“You say you’re fine, but you’re still on your first drink, and you haven’t made a single warfare reference all night,” Jungkook states. “So obviously you’re not.”

“It’s nothing! Just a little out of it after a rough week,” you lie, trying to summon some enthusiasm. “Don’t worry, I’m ready for the next round! Once more unto the breach!”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose adorably as Seokjin grants you a half-grin, but you know they’re not fully convinced.

Is this Yoongi’s evil plan? To psych you out with this bet and mess with your mind? Prevent you from playing your best? If it is, it’s really working, goddamn it.

Somehow, despite your inability to relax, the match flies by, a blur of questions and answers and shouts of victory and defeat. It comes down to a repeat of last week, the Real Jiniuses and You Just Got Served neck-and-neck to the very end, with everything hinging on the final question.

“Alright, the category tonight is ‘Literature of Future Past.’ If you don’t know this next question, don’t blame the stars. What famous phrase from classical literature was infamously uttered by General Chang, the Klingon villain from the 1991 film ‘Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country?’”

As your teammates whisper to one another, hazarding wild guesses, you glance at Yoongi’s table. Like your team, he and the others sit with heads bent towards one another. But you have a clear view of Yoongi’s face, all furrowed brows and pouting lips.

For once, he doesn’t look confident.

“Hey!” Seokjin’s voice brings you back to the group. “You haven’t said a single word in the last five minutes. Do you have a guess or what?”

You don’t need a guess. Calmly, you whisper the answer to Seokjin. Everyone else seems uncertain, but you’ve never been more sure in your life.

“And the answer is–“

You can’t hear what the quizmaster reveals because one of your teammates begins screeching in your ear. Your eyes are fixed on You Just Got Served’s table as the scores are revealed.

Yoongi’s expression says it all.

You won.

There’s a lot of cheering and even more drinking after the results are announced. You’re thrilled that your team has finally snapped their run of losses. But you hang back a bit, watching your friends carry on carousing without you.

The celebrations eventually die down and your teammates begin to drift away. Soon, you’re the only one left, nursing another drink at the bar. You know you should go home, but you feel antsy, like you’re not quite done with the night yet.

“Congratulations,” Yoongi mutters, shouldering his way next to you. He motions to the bartender that he’s ready to close out his tab, which is undoubtedly astonishingly high given how much your team imbibed after you told them it was on him.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that?” Mustering up a playful grin, you cup your ear.

His mouth sets in a flat line before he speaks again. “Congratulations. You won. I’ll stop bothering you.” His long fingers drum quietly on the bartop as he waits for his card. There are no quippy comments, no teasing smiles, nothing but silence and distance.

Well, you don’t care for this at all.

“How disappointing,” you remark, twirling the stir stick from your cocktail between your fingertips. “I guess you talk a big game, but just can’t deliver, huh?”

Yoongi turns to you with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“For your information, I didn't miss a single answer tonight, other than the last one! Any other night, that would’ve been enough to beat you,” he sulks. “That final round was bullshit. Who’s even watched that stupid old movie?”

Wow. Someone’s a sore loser.

“Except it wasn’t any other night, it was tonight, when you really needed to dig deep and secure the win, and you just… couldn’t.” You tip your head, giving him an appraising look. “And now you’re just giving up, huh? Throwing in the towel, because you lost one match.”

“Throwing in the - what are you talking about?” he hisses, attention fully focused on you now. You can feel the heat of his body where his arm presses against you, jostled closer by the other patrons vying for the bartender’s attention. “The bet’s over! You won. I lost.” His jaw twitches slightly with that last declaration.

Oh. You understand instantly. He’s mad at himself for losing.

It’d be so easy to reach out and grab his chin, look him in the eye, and tell him that you don’t care about any stupid bets. You want him to take you home. Make you his. But that requires you to surrender yourself to him, and that’s not the way you play.

“You know what I want?” The last dregs of your drink flow down your throat as you tip your head back to drain your glass. Yoongi watches closely, eyeing the graceful line of your neck with interest. “What I want is for you to show me that I beat the best tonight. Didn’t you say you never back down from a challenge? Then prove it.” He’s breathing hard as you smirk, twirling his black tie around your fingers. “Show me that you can deliver on that offer you made earlier. Make me whine, Yoongi, right here, right now, and I’m all yours.”

His eyes are darkened pools as he studies you. God, how you long to dive in. “Are you serious?”

"Mmmhmm. If you still want to take me home, you gotta make me want it. Show me what you can do.” Gently, you untwist his tie, smoothing the silky fabric, letting your fingertips skim against his chest as you gaze at him through lowered lashes.

“Fuck,” he whistles a low note. His tongue dances over his lower lip. “Come on.”

His hand grasps yours, pulling you off your seat. Most of the trivia crowd has cleared out by now. The quizmaster has been replaced by a deejay currently spinning something loud and fast. You wind your way through the crush of bodies on the dance floor as Yoongi leads you into the back hallway of the pub.

He pauses for a second at the door of one of the bathrooms. When no one answers his questioning knock, he quickly urges you inside and locks the door behind you.

In the flickering fluorescent lighting of the restroom, Yoongi removes his glasses, tucking them into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. His gaze slowly roams over your body, a nakedly hungry look on his face. Gone are the winks, the smirks, all those cocky little gestures he loves to tease you with. This is the expression of a man who wants to devour you whole, in no uncertain terms, and he’s dying for you to know it.

One of his hands cups your cheek while the other slides up your thigh, bunching your skirt as it goes. “If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word,” he instructs you. “This is only fun for me if you’re into it, too.”

“Okay.” Your breathing is a little shaky. The intensity of his gaze has you rattled. But you’ve already decided you want this, so you don’t plan on saying a word.

In fact, you don’t plan on making any noises at all. You’re not giving him an inch, or rather, a whine, unless he earns it from you.

With a tilt of his head, he pulls you into a kiss. A hint of whisky still clings to his lips, sweet and smoky, but it’s the bite underneath that has you leaning into him, seeking more, getting drunk on him. You curl your fingers into the lapel of his suit as he slides his hand around to your ass. He palms you through your panties, then lifts your leg to wrap around him as he grinds himself into your core.

He’s so hard against you already. Knowing that you’ve done this to him spurs you on, your lips falling open enough for him to lick into you. His hands find the zipper on your skirt and in an instant it’s crumpled around your feet.

“You taste so good,” he whispers, kissing a trail down your neck. “Do you taste like this everywhere?” You nearly moan his name, but bite your lip in time. Abruptly, he drops your leg and pulls away, and you teeter for a moment before catching yourself. In your head, you call him a few choice names, but you say nothing out loud.

His smirk reappears as he drops to his knees. “Better hold on to something.” He buries his face in your heat, kissing you through the sodden silk and lace he finds there. A keen bubbles up but you swallow it back down as his nose finds your clit and rubs against the sensitive nub. “You can start with me.” He grabs your left hand, placing it in his hair. Instantly, you card your fingers through his platinum locks. With your right hand, you grip the sink, needing something steady to keep you in place.

The man between your legs yanks your panties to the floor and dives in with no hesitation. His tongue licks a long stripe up your slit before he begins to swirl it around your clit and then his hands join the fray, fingers prying back your folds as he slips inside.

Your own tongue is speared between your teeth, to the point that you begin to fear you might chomp clean through. But if you let go, there’s no telling what sort of sounds will escape your lips, so you continue to hold it. Releasing his hair, you clutch at the sink with both hands.

Yoongi chooses that moment to replace his tongue with his index finger, and your mouth falls open as you rock your hips forward. How did he find that spot so quickly? He’s playing you like a musician plays an instrument, all deft fingers and graceful tongue, making your body sing.

“You like that, love? Hmm? Want another?” He adds a second finger.

Swiftly, you stuff the palm of your right hand into your mouth, gnawing to suppress any whimpers. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel yourself nearing your peak, continuing to rut your hips brazenly as you chase your high on his thrusting fingers. God, you’re going to cum if he keeps this up, but there’s no way you can possibly do that silently.

“Oh, look at you,” Yoongi groans happily, mouth lapping at the wetness clinging to your thighs. “Humping away, so needy. Are you wishing that was my cock inside you? Hmm?” He nips when you don’t reply. “I asked you a question, love.”

His fingers suddenly withdraw as his tongue stops.

Your eyes fly open. Releasing your palm, you glance down to find him resting on his heels, watching you with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“So that’s your game, huh?” he rasps, grabbing the hand that was just in your mouth. His thumb rubs over the teeth marks there. “Muffling yourself, so you won’t make any sound?”

You shrug, crossing your arms. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

“I think it does. Seems a bit like cheating to me.”

“It’s not cheating,” you petulantly claim, frustrated beyond belief. Can’t he just let it go and get back to proving his skill? You were so close. “It’s just… it’s like the final round. You know, it’s meant to be a challenge, not a walk in the park.” He doesn’t make any movements, continuing to observe you closely, and you pout. “Come on, I thought you didn’t back down from anything!”

Yoongi tips his head to the side as he considers your words. “I suppose you’re right.” He stands, loosening his tie. “You never really set any rules for this… challenge… of yours, so I can’t really say it’s not fair. But, you also didn’t specify what I could or couldn’t do, so....” He yanks the silky material from around his throat. “Turn around.”

He grips the tie tightly as you shoot him a curious look. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do with that?”

He doesn’t answer, just takes a step forward and lightly grasps your chin. “Turn. Around.” The tone of his voice is commanding, but there’s a question in his eyes. A way out, if you want it.

You turn around.

“Clasp your hands together.” Silently, you obey, and he wraps the tie around your wrists, binding them together. “Too tight?” Testing his work, you find that you have a little give, but not enough to get loose. Once you shake your head, he spins you around to face him again.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be now,” he murmurs, lowering his face to your neck and sucking at a sensitive spot beneath your ear. You huff a breath through your nostrils, still determined to keep completely mum.

Yoongi’s hands run over your blouse before tugging it up, sliding it over your breasts. His lips glide down until they meet your bra. He mouths at your nipples through the dark lace and you arch into him, wishing your hands were free so you could remove all the fabric preventing his hot kisses from touching your bare skin. Having him so close is torture.

Which is obviously the point.

You’re shifting around, trying ardently to get him to slide your bra down without actually saying anything, when there’s a knock at the door.

You both freeze. Yoongi lifts his head.

“Maybe we should–”

“Do you want to–”

“Hello, is someone in there?” More knocks. “Come on, there’s a line!”

“Do you want to stop?” Yoongi asks.

“God no,” you answer immediately, without a trace of shame.

A full gummy smile crosses his face. Then he turns and bellows, “FUCK OFF!”

The knocking ceases.

“I guess I should move things along,” he hums, tracing his hand down your torso. “As much as I wish I could take my time right now, I can’t. But that’s okay. After this, we’ll have all night.”

Without warning, he pulls you flush against him and kisses you fiercely. Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his greedy mouth. With your hands bound, you can’t run your fingers through his hair or cling to his shoulders or touch him in any of the million ways you’re dying to right now. You can’t even hold yourself up, melting into his embrace. He’s completely in control.

So you surrender.

His kisses grow messy, more desperate, until you’re both gasping for breath. His hand finds its way between your legs, stroking and plunging, one finger, then two, before he’s on his knees again.

“Lift this for me,” he bids you, bending your left leg. “Just let it rest here.” You wobble a little as you try to balance your thigh on his shoulder, puffing a frustrated breath, but before you can keel over, his strong hands grip your waist. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, love. Just lean back.”

Your back tilts against the cold sink. Yoongi’s supporting most of your weight as his hand splays on your stomach, holding you in place so you’re angled just right, completely open to him, just as he desires.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs reverently. “Such a shame I can’t savor you right now. But I promise I will later.” And then his mouth is on you.

The rude interruption seems to have lit a fire under him, because as soon as he sets a relentless pace, he doesn’t stop. He keeps finding that spot inside you, lithe fingers brushing over it again and again, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy. As he tongues at your clit, treating the tiny bud like a drop of the sweetest nectar, you realize your end is approaching quickly again.

You try to keep quiet. You really do. But all your effort is completely useless against Yoongi’s talented hands and tongue. Once your mouth goes slack, it’s over.

You begin to wail.

“Yoongi, oh fuck!” The floodgates open and you gasp, you moan, you scream his name. “Jesus, fuck, oh my god!”

He’s laughing into you, and you struggle hard against the tie, fighting to slip a hand loose so you can get your fingers on him, grab his hair, touch him, but in addition to being a trivia master he’s also apparently a fucking knot expert, so you’re not getting free. With a frustrated whine, you drop your head.

Game over. He wins.

He replaces his mouth with his thumb as he watches you through heavily-lidded eyes. “There it is, love! There’s that beautiful sound I’ve been dreaming of. I knew I could get you there.”

All you can do is groan his name. “Yoongi, please!” Not even sure what you’re pleading for, just knowing that you want whatever he’s willing to give.

The fingers pumping in and out of you make the filthiest background noise as he babbles on, caught up in the rush of victory. “Fuck, love, everything you do is so fucking hot - the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you moan my name. You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to have you tonight. You ready to get fucked by the king?”

“Yoongi.” He’s still the fucking worst and you hate how much you love it, clenching at his words. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop!”

He feels you tightening around him and growls. “Say it. Say I’m the king.”

Right now you’d say anything he told you to if it meant he’d keep going. “You’re the king! Ah, fuck, you’re the king!”

With another thrust of his hand, you come undone. The burning inferno inside you spreads, consuming you so completely that your right knee buckles and you pitch forward. Yoongi holds you up, one hand on your torso, the other gripping your left thigh, still lapping at your cunt until you can’t take any more.

Panting, you protest. “Too much, Yoongi, it’s too much.”

He stops, glancing up at you. A glossy sheen of sex is smeared all around his nose and mouth, and as you fight to catch your breath, he removes his hand from your core and sucks each finger clean, one by one.

“God, you’re so over-the-top,” you huff as he laughs. “Will you untie me now?”

He rises to his feet. “Say it one more time and I will.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.” He blinks languidly, a proud smile curling his lips. “Tell me I’m the king.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Just say it.”

He’s unbelievable. You try appealing to his baser instincts. “Please, Yoongi, I wanna touch you. Don’t you want me to touch you?” Bringing your knee up, you rub against the massive tent in his pants, smirking as he exhales forcefully.

Yet he doesn’t cave, running a thumb over your lips. “Come on. One more time. I wanna watch this pretty mouth say it.”

You want to kiss him and curse him all at once. Pleasing him wins out.

“You’re the king,” you sigh. “Now untie me and fuck off.”

You start to turn, but Yoongi stops you with his hands on your hips, and leans in for a kiss, slow and sure. Something must be seriously wrong with your knees because they’re seconds from giving out again. His fingers pick at the knotted tie, releasing your wrists. As soon as your arms are free, you loop them around his neck, never breaking the kiss for a second.

Until there’s another knock at the door.

“Hello? Look, whoever’s in there, can you please wrap it up?” the bartender hollers through the door. “Other people need the restroom, you know.”

“JUST A MINUTE!” you boom, giggling at Yoongi’s startled expression. “Sorry.” “I’m assuming my demonstration was satisfactory, given the many, many sweet sounds you made. I didn’t hear a single complaint, but I think I did hear you call me the king once or twice….” he trails off, grinning as you push him away and adjust your blouse, straightening the wrinkled fabric over your stomach.

“Oh, fuck all the way off, will you?” You reach for your panties but he swipes them up first and stuffs them into his pocket.

“What?” His tone is airy and innocent. “I earned these.”

No argument there.

Once you’re both looking respectable enough to leave the bathroom, he pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “I know what you said earlier, but you’re not under any obligation to–”

“Yoongi.” His voice falters as you place your hand on his chest, fingers curling around his tie. “Take me home.”

With a smirk, he opens the door.

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga

Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighbor’s apartment and it’s a problem. 

Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe

It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.

While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days. 

It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.

To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.

When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasn’t that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your pet’s name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Are you looking for a small black Bombay cat?” It was the same guy who just walked past you.

“Oh my god, I am! Have you seen him???” You said, your voice was a little bit shaky. 

“He’s in my place, I’m on the seventh.” 

“Oh, me too!”

“I know.”

“Oh.” You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didn’t further question him on it. “I’m so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?”

“Sure, I was just gonna go up as well.”

When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didn’t hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while. 

When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock. 

“You live next to me?!” 

“Yeah.” He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."

You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back. 

“You can sit down for a sec, I’ll go get him.” 

“Oh, right… yeah. Thank you.” You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch. 

A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap. 

“Cookie!” You called, almost teary. 

“I think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.”

“Thank you so much, I owe you… uh…”

“Yoongi.” 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You repeated and introduced yourself in return. “I’m Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.” You said as you stood up, already making your way out. 

“Also, thank you for not reporting it…”

“No problem.” Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker. 

You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were. 

Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature. 

“You little rascal… you’re lucky I love you.” 

You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen. 

The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work. 

It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.

You knocked on the door and didn’t get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.

“So sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?” 

“He’s right there on the couch.” He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didn’t care. 

You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. “Cookie, you need to stop this…” You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything. 

“He jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?” 

“But I made sure to close it this morning…” You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat. 

“I think he knows how to turn door knobs, since he’s quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.” 

“I can’t believe this little demon…” You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat. 

“He’s… alright.” 

You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!). 

“You also have a cat?”

His eyes followed yours. “Oh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.” 

“That’s… that’s very nice of you.” You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely. 

“You can have the rest of the milk if you want, since you’ve figured out how he escaped and all…” 

“It’s okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you again…” You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. “I mean… I’m sorry, I’ll make sure he’ll never escape again.” 

“It’s alright, I’ll keep the milk for now.” He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just in case.”

You looked at your neighbor and couldn’t help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat. 

“Thank you so much, Yoongi. I’ll be taking this little guy here then...” You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms. 

“I got some dim sum…” 

You looked at the guy questioningly. 

“Do you maybe want some?” 

“That’d be too much, it’s okay, you go ahead and eat.” You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done. 

“Have you eaten?” 

“Y-yeah?” You asked, afraid you heard it wrong. 

“Have you eaten?” He repeated. “If not, then I insist you take some.”

“I…” You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. “I actually haven’t. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that you’re being this nice to me.”

“You can just eat them here.” 

“I don’t wanna disturb—“ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling. 

“You’re not disturbing me.” He cleared his throat and looked away. 

That was embarrassing. 

And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighbor’s dining table, eating dim sums. 

In silence. 

This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the cat’s head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.

“So… how long have you lived here?” You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward. 

“Around ten months or so.” He paused. “No, I think it’s been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.”

“Really? What were you doing overseas?” You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didn’t want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him. 

But much to your surprise, he answered. “I’m a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.” 

“Wow, that sounds amazing!” You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. “Who was the artist?”

“Uh… Halsey.” He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.

“Oh my god???” You gasped. “That’s incredible! So you’re like crazy talented?!”

“I’m alright…” 

“You should show me some of your work someday!” You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. “I mean compared to what I do that’s like really amazing.” You chuckled nervously. 

“I’m sure you’re great at what you do.” He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips. 

You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face. 

“I’m just a normal product designer at a very normal company.” You shrugged. 

“Don’t downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.” 

“Thanks…” You replied shyly. 

After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for. 

You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.

— 

Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood. 

This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighbor’s door hoping he was home. 

And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasn’t in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.

“Before you ask, no, Cookie’s right here.” You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. “I’m just here to drop by some chicken I got for you… as a thanks for your help these past few days.” You handed the plastic of food to him. “Alright, that’s all…”

He took the food from you hesitantly. “You don’t wanna come in?” 

“Aren’t you going out or something?”

“I was… but you are here.” He said, sounding unsure. 

“That’s ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?”

“I was gonna go to your place…” 

Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast. 

“But you’re all dressed up…”

“I was gonna change back.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. “I knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseok—”

You stopped his rambling. “What do you mean?”

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearby…”

“Oh.” You widened your eyes.

“Yeah.” He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance. 

“This is awkward.” You chuckled. 

“Whatever, just… just come in first.”

You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm. 

After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands. 

“We’re drinking?” You said with an amused grin. 

“You can drink, right?” 

“Sure, but can you?” You playfully eyed him. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks. 

—

You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didn’t complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either. 

It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongi’s hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.

“Why didn’t you change your clothes?” You randomly asked. 

“Do I look bad?” He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap. 

"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.

He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.

“You look… handsome.”

“You think I look handsome?” He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.

You nodded and bit your lips. “And you kinda look like Cookie.” You giggled. 

He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer. 

“Your eyes…” You began to ramble. “They look just like Cookie’s, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression… you look like a cute cat.” 

“Really…” Yoongi hummed. 

“Yup!” You giggled like an idiot. 

You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling. 

“Your hair look so soft… like a cat’s fur.” You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared he’d get uncomfortable. 

Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr. 

“Pretty.” You said with a drunk smile. 

“Hmm. Pretty.” He mirrored. 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi chuckled. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

—

To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldn’t think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.

So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heaven’s sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME??? 

You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldn’t just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didn’t feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.

When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well. 

“You’re up?” He asked with a raspy voice. 

“Yeah.” You said, still back-facing him. “We didn’t… you know…”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Oh, okay good.”

Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer. 

“I’m sorry, this isn’t probably how you’d wanna spend your weekend.” You chuckled. 

Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. “Is this okay?” He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch. 

You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence. 

“This is nice.” He said, resting his forehead on your back. 

When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good. 

“You know, I haven’t had good sleep in… weeks.”

You were surprised by his sudden confession.

“It’s half past eleven now, and it’s not even ten minutes after I woke up…” He tittered. “My anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.”

You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongi’s mouth and it made your heart flutter. 

“I haven’t been caring. I’ve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature… I don’t know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.”

“Yoongi…” You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."

"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I don’t know why...” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yet, at least.”

“I… like this too. A lot actually.” You said shyly. 

“I would like to get to know you more if you’d like.” He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.

“I’d love that...” 

Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.

"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"

“Okay, but promise me first you won’t apologize again after kissing me.” He chuckled. 

“EXCUSE ME WHAT???”

— 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi laughed. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

“I can be crazier if you open that whiskey.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you. 

Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.

In your head it just made sense. It was his lips’ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.

None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean…” You pushed him gently. “Oh my god, you’re so gonna hate me!!!”

“Hey, calm down…“ 

You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. “Please don’t hate me, I just wanted to kiss you…” You cried. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough drinking—“

And you puked. 

Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But that’s a secret between him and little Cookie. 

Thank you for reading! 💎

part 2 is here!

We Need Practice - JJK (18+)

A Sequel to Novice.

Pairing: Pornstar!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: Fluff, smut

Wordcount: 2.1k+

Summary: Jungkook wants you to ride him and you are too bad at that.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, messy cock riding, cumming all over body, they are down bad for each other, more fluff than I intended to have, confessions. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

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“Don’t judge a book by its cover” 

You have heard this phrase for thousands of times in your entire lifetime but you have hardly had any chance of actually implying the same in your life. 

But then you met Jungkook and you understood how true that one sentence can be. 

Jeon Jungkook is the text-book definition of what those cliched bad-boys or fuckboys would look like. 

With a hand full of tattoos, silver rings dangling from piercings, impressively structured body and a small waist that could rival female models, he really looks like someone who would be fucking people and putting on a show out of it. 

And that is exactly what he does. 

Pornstar Jeon Jungkook is actually very notorious. 

But Jeon Jungkook as a person is a completely different story. 

After that one encounter at that porn movie set, he asked for your number and you complied with his request thinking of he could give you some of the best fucks of your life (not that you have had many fucks to brag about in the first place). 

If you are being honest, then you never expected him to be the sweetheart that he actually is. Since the day you two exchanged numbers, he never once asked if he could come over during god-forbidden hours of night. He never once asked for your nude pictures, neither did he ever force you to meet him. 

Rather he sends you funny dog videos, funny tik tok clips and asks you how was your day. And you can’t lie about the fact that your heart has already started acting strange, like it flutters everytime Jungkook’s name glows on your dark phone screen. 

It’s been more than a month since you have been chatting regularly and now you are getting a little impatient. 

As much as you appreciate his good-boy vibes, you would like to see him again, touch him again. 

So you do what you have been thinking of doing for more than a week now. 

“Sleeping?” you hit send, praying to the universe that he doesn’t find you a desperate bitch for what you are going to do. 

The clock reads 2:15 am already, and just then his reply arrives, “nah. Can’t sleep. What about you?” 

“Me too. Can’t sleep.” 

You take a deep breath before typing the next message, “do you wanna hangout?” 

Just when you are about to add “at my place” to complete your proposition, his reply hits your screen, “Send me your address. And wear something warm before I ask you to come out.” 

Wait. is he? Taking you out? 

Even though you were trying to ask for sex but this option feels even better to be honest. 

So you send him your address and he texts you that he will be there within 10 minutes. Wearing your gray padding, you wait for him to arrive at your place. 

Another positive point about Jeon Jungkook is that he is punctual. You might even call him a green flag because your phone dings with a “I am here” text right on 2:27 am. 

The scene that unfolds in front of you once you come out of your apartment, almost leaves your jaw hanging mid air. 

Jungkook has arrived with a bike, dressed in complete black. If you drooled a little at the sight then you would never admit that. 

Once he sees you awkwardly walking towards him, he takes off his helmet and welcomes you with one of his infamous bunny smiles. 

Your heart does a little flip inside your chest. 

His big doe eyes shine amid the darkness as if those are made of some priceless stone. At this moment it’s really tough to believe that he is a pornstar, who fucks people on camera to earn a living. 

“Hey. you look beautiful.” he greets you with a compliment when you come close to him. 

“You look even more handsome today.” you return his compliment genuinely. And at that, the tip of his ears turn red. 

“Ah thanks.” he replies shyly as he hands you a helmet. And gestures to you to mount his fancy bike. 

You take the helmet, slip that on your head and hold him by his shoulders to climb on his bike. 

Once you have settled, he revves the engine. 

“Hold me tightly” he says briefly before setting the bike in motion. You wrap your arms around his waist and hold him just as he asked you to. 

The deserted road, the trees whooshing by, the buildings that look peaceful, everything feels so beautiful. 

Maybe it’s because of the hour or maybe it’s because you are with someone you like. 

The bike comes to a halt at a crossing and you slide up the windshield of your helmet, “where are we going?” 

He looks at you through the mirror, slides his own windshield up and gives you another sickening smile, but doesn’t say anything. 

5 more minutes later he parks the bike beside a huge lake. 

It looks like a secluded area. The lake is mostly hidden amid big trees and surrounded by fishing spots and some benches. 

Jungkook spreads his hand before you once you both are standing side by side. 

You take the cue and place your hand on his. He intertwines his fingers with yours and you start blushing. Thanks to the darkness, he wouldn’t be able to witness it. 

Once you are sitting on a bench, Jungkook starts, “I often come here to fish with my hyungs. This is my first time coming here with a woman.” 

When you look at him, you find him already staring at you, “Really? You look like the type to have a lot of girlfriends, you know?” 

“Is it because of my profession?” there is a hint of sadness in his eyes. 

So you press on his hand, which is still intertwined with yours and say, “no. not because of that. It’s just that you are generally very attractive and charming, Jungkook.” 

His face brightens up with a beautiful smile, “Too bad, I was about to say the same about you. But you snatched my words.” 

Your eyes widen at his compliment, “You find me attractive?” 

“Why? Why are you so surprised? Is it wrong to find someone attractive?” he giggles, staring deep into your eyes. 

“No. Th-that’s not what I meant. I mean, you know, you work with far more attractive women than me. So.. it’s kind of unlikely actually.” you fumble with your words. 

Jungkook chuckles at your explanation, “they are just colleagues, Y/N. Just like any other profession, we have a strict business relationship. And honestly, they are not even my type. You, on the other hand, fit perfectly into the category of women I would love to date.” 

Your eyes go even wider at his confession, “you.. You want to date me?” 

“If you let me. If you trust me despite the nature of my profession… I would love to make you mine.” Jungkook breathes slowly, his eyes drop down to your lips. 

Before you can voice your answer, your intrusive thoughts win and you reach up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“I think I would love it too.” 

And then you find yourself being pulled by the back of your neck as Jungkook crashes his lips on yours. It’s passionate, it’s overwhelming, it’s so beautiful and you never felt anything close to this. 

He licks the seam of your lower lip asking you to grant him permission, you let him inside your mouth. 

His tongue probes into your mouth testing each corner, you moan into his mouth. His other hand wraps around your waist pulling you even closer. 

And then you feel one, two, three and then multiple drops of rain falling on you two. 

He detaches his lips from yours, “fuck. It’s raining.” 

“Let’s go back to my place.” you reply, trying to cover your heads with your hands. 

It’s been one of your bucket list wishes to ride a bike in the rain with the person you love and probably it’s going to come true today. 

You hold him tightly, pressing your chest on his back, not in a sexual, but in a loving manner. It starts raining heavily within a few minutes, and Jungkook quickens his speed to reach your destination as soon as possible. 

“Where are you going?” you place your question, seeing Jungkook putting on his helmet again after dropping in front of your apartment entrance. 

Even though the rain has turned into drizzle now, it still can be quite dangerous to drive a bike in this weather.  

“Home. Where else?” he adds a little sheepishly. 

“Jungkook, it’s still raining. I don’t think it’s any wiser to go home now, you’re drenched on top of that. Come inside. You can leave after the sunrise. If you want.. I mean.” you propose, he seems to think for a bit. 

“I don’t think I should go inside, Y/N.” Jungkook looks at the ground as if it’s more interesting than your face. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” you are truly confused now. 

“I might not be able to control myself…” his voice fades by the time he manages to end the sentence. 

“Did I say I want you to control?” you bite your lip, hoping that you don’t appear to be too desperate to him. 

His eyes go wider inside his bulky helmet. 

Jungkook pushes your naked body on the mattress. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking of how good you felt that day.” He groans while biting down on the skin of your neck. 

Your hands roam around the smooth skin of his back. Everytime you scratch his back, he moans a little. 

“So pretty, so delicate, so perfect for me.” Jungkook groans again. 

One of his hands reaches down, finding your clit within a moment. It’s as if he has studied the map of your body with earnest interest. 

Drawing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, he pulls out melodic moans out of your throat. 

“Jun-jungkook mmm..” you moan again. 

“Yes baby. Say my name again.” he urges you while entering your heat with his middle finger. His digit plunges inside you, making you see stars indoors. 

“Jungko- I’m close” you manage to voice somehow. And as soon as those words fly out of your mouth, he empties you. 

You look at him being dumbfounded. He smirks at you, knowing what exactly he has done. 

“I want you to cum on my cock. I am hard as hell, baby.” he confesses blatantly. 

Just when you are about to hold him, he flips you around. So, now you are sitting on his thighs.  

“I want you to ride me.” he adds a little breathlessly. And you almost choke on your own spit. 

“What? I-I don’t..” 

“I will guide you, Y/N.” he cuts you off. 

He helps you in taking off his slacks along with his underwear. Once he is naked, he holds you by your waist and lines your entrance along with his cock. 

“Are you ready?” he asks briefly. You nod in affirmation. And then he is sliding you down his length. 

At first his length is overwhelming but you adjust fast. 

“You should move now.” Jungkook’s voice is laced with lust, his eyes are hazy, making him look even more attractive than he already is. 

You honestly have no idea how to move. So you try to implement your visual experience. However, it’s tough once you start bouncing on his cock. Even though Jungkook is guiding you well, you are messy regardless. 

Your moves and Jungkook’s thrusts don’t match at all and the experience is nothing like that day. 

You really are a novice. 

Even though the friction is delicious for you, Jungkook’s expression tells that he is very underwhelmed. So, you start trying your best. With a few more bounces, you cum all over his cock, creaming it perfectly. 

As soon as you are done, Jungkook flips you around again. He slips out of you and starts playing himself. 

Even though you are in your post-orgasm haze, it’s embarrassing for you. You couldn’t help him finish and he had to take the charge himself. 

With a few more pumps, he cums all over your body. Starting from your face, to your stomach, everything gets creamed in his white hot seed. 

And it’s hot. He is hot. And you are pathetic. 

“I-I’m sorry. I know it was bad.” you manage to voice once Jungkook is done with himself. 

“You are not bad, baby. We just need more practice together.” and then he is sealing his lips with yours again. 

You certainly need more practice with him. 

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4am

Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader

Summary: your boyfriend wakes up in the middle of the night with a big problem, luckily you’re there to help him.

Warnings: I don’t know shit about lube and I think you can tell 💀, cock warming, jk’s fucks her in her sleep, unprotected sex, pet names, not proofread!!

Wc: 500+

Note: I don’t even know what this is, I just started writing and this came out. Enjoy 💀

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“Baby?”

You stir out of your sleep. You look to the side to find a pair of doe, big, round eyes looking at you, due to it being night, it’s dark, obviously. You can’t see much but can make out your boyfriend laying next to you with sweat building up on his forehead.

“I need you.” He whimpers.

And that’s when you realize his hand under the blanket, “I’m so hard.” He whispers, not stopping moving his hand.

You take a look at the digital clock on the night stand and gasp, “Kook, it’s 4am! Are you serious?”

Jungkook bites his lip, you scolding him is just making him harder, “baby, will you help me now or just scold me?”

You almost fall asleep again hearing his soothing, low voice.

“But I’m tired, might fall asleep if you’re gonna keep talking,” you mumble, slowly drifting off again. Jungkook stops jerking himself off and cups your face, pulling you closer until his nose is touching yours, “then at least cock warm me.” He kisses the tip of your nose softly.

“Mhm.” You tiredly nod.

Jungkook kisses you again and grabs the lube from the drawer of the nightstand. He squirts a good amount on his hand before stroking his cock. Once the lube is on his cock, he smears the rest which is left on his fingers on your pussy.

You’re just lying there, trying so hard not to fall asleep.

Jungkook teases your hole with his tip before finally pushing it in.

You moan and hold into his shoulders. Jungkook groans in pure bliss, you’re wrap around him so good.

Once he’s all in, Jungkook pecks your lips and whispers, “thank you, baby.”

You huff in response making him chuckle at your cuteness.

————

Jungkook stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes. He looks down to find himself still buried deep inside you.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

He grabs your hips to keep you in place and starts thrusting into you, slowly.

He bites his lips to conceal any noises, “mhm, just like that.” He mumbles to himself.

Jungkook wants to go faster but he doesn’t want to wake you up.

He keeps thrusting into you, at one point he even fastens his pace but quickly slows down once you stir in your sleep.

His large palms rest on your ass, he squeezes your cheeks a few times, not hard tho.

Jungkook looks down, he sees his cock disappearing in your pussy, he moans at the sight, “fuck, baby.” He breathlessly says.

Luckily you don’t wake up. You’ve had a long day at work, so you’re out like light and don’t notice your boyfriend fucking you in your sleep.

“Gonna come.” He pants.

He carefully moves your hips, so they meet his.

He grunts as he comes in you.

He removes his hands from you and covers his face with his hands, “shit.”

He cleans himself up and wears his clothes again. He slides in bed again and wraps his arms around you, kissing your head, he drifts off.

————

“What the fuck…..” you mumble while looking at your state.

Cum dripping out of you.

You look at your boyfriend who’s sleeping peacefully. You look at the clock. 7am.

You need to get ready for work now, Jungkook starts work later today.

“Kook,” you attempt to wake him up, but he doesn’t even move, “fucker.” You mumble before pecking his cute cheeks and leaving for the bathroom to clean yourself up and get ready for work.

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