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Stroke Game - KTH

Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.

Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.

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A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.

There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous. 

You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out, 

‘Nice job Taehyungie.’

He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,

‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,

‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter

He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,

‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat

‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him

‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.

Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.

‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth. 

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,

‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,

‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front, 

‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.

‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.

Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring, 

‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips. 

You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible. 

Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’

You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,

‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,

‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.

‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,

‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.

‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.

‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.

He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.

You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,

‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.

‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.

‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.

‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.

‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.

You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.

After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,

‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,

‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.

‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway. 

Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man. 

Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,

‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’ 

Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.

When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’ 

His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt. 

Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him, 

‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’ 

And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.

When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks, 

‘Where’s Taehyungie?’ 

‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.

Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,

‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly. 

Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear, 

‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’ 

You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.

.   .   .

You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.

After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you. 

You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out. 

His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.

He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.

‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly. 

Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.

You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,

‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,

‘Good girl.’ He mutters.

He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,

‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’

And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.

Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.

After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,

‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing. 

His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,

‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours. 

Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you, 

‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,

‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,

‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’

You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.

Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.

You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.

‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’

The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.

You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.

‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh, 

‘Damn.’

You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’ 

He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,

‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you, 

‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up, 

‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.

‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.

‘I love you too, I guess.’

Convenience 2 - JJK

Summary: Jungkook's first date with the convenience store girl.

WC: 6.7K

Chapter 1

Warnings: Some angst, some smooches

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A/N: Here is convenience pt 2! I hope you enjoy!!

A/N 2: This got taken down for some reason and I'm working to get it back up so this is a repost! Sorry if you're seeing it twice.

Jungkook walks into the room where all the members are gathered for their afternoon meeting. His eyes are glued to his phone, and he trips over his chunky boots on the way to his seat since he isn’t paying attention to where he’s walking. His hyungs all quiet down as they watch Jungkook, who never even answers his phone when they text or call, engrossed in whatever is going on behind his screen. They all share a look of mutual agreement; this is totally unlike the Jungkookie they know. 

‘Everything okay, JK?’ Namjoon asks. His questions seems to startle Jungkook out of his little bubble, and he looks up confused to see everyone staring at him, ‘Huh?’

‘You’re glued to your phone. Is everything okay back home?’ Namjoon asks again. The only time they have ever seen Jungkook this invested in his phone was when there was a small accident with his family in Busan last year. 

‘Oh yeah. There’s nothing wrong.’ He mumbles and then turns his gaze back to his phone screen. The members watch in awe as a sweet smile takes over his face, and he starts typing quickly in response to his phone’s vibrations. There’s a childlike giddiness to his texting, and the members have never seen him like this before

To: Jungkook🦋

Ok go to work

Stop texting on the job

From: Jungkook🦋

You’re working too🤨

To: Jungkook🦋

Yeah but my job is way less important

The only time I have to pay attention is when cute boys in stomper boots come in to buy snacks and drinks

And there haven’t been any today🥱

From: Jungkook🦋

Lucky for you, I think there might be one later

Maybe about 4ish?

To: Jungkook🦋

Now you’re predicting the future?

Is there anything you can’t do?🤤

I’m not working then

I’m off earlier today

Jungkook can’t believe how comfortable the two of you are with each other now. The first awkward texts he sent are long forgotten now that the two of you are able to joke around with each other. And the best part? Neither of you are denying your feelings (?) or attraction to the other. He can’t wait to see where this goes, and he can’t wait to ask you on a real date.

‘Jungkook-ah’ Jin is snapping his fingers in Jungkook’s face. He had been so focused on his phone he hadn’t realized they were all trying to get his attention again.

‘Huh?’ He asks. He puts on his best wide-eyed look to try and avoid further questioning from them. He knows they want to know who he’s texting, or they’ll probably bug him about the convenience store. Little do they know, those two things are related.

Jungkook doesn’t think his hyungs will ever believe he actually bit the bullet and asked for your number. He thought it over last night after you had gone to bed and didn’t know if he should tell his hyungs about you, or if he should just wait and see where things went. He was so excited, and he couldn’t tell the most important people in his life about the exciting thing that had happened to him last night, but he also didn’t want to be teased even more than he already is about you.

While he’s getting lost in his thoughts again, the other members are all glancing back and forth at each other before Jin finally decides to bug him a little bit more, 

‘Who are you texting so much?’ He teases

‘Oh? It’s nothing.’ Jungkook immediately locks his phone and puts it in his hoodie pocket.

He watches as the other members all share a suspicious look before returning their gazes to him.

‘Ooh Jungkookies got a secret.’ Taehyung teases from where he’s nestled up against Jimin as close as they can be in the uncomfortable office chairs.

‘Oh Taehyungie do you think he’s texting a girl?’ Jimin mimics Taehyung’s tone, and they both break into laughter at the exasperated look that Jungkook sends them.

‘Hyungs I’m not texting a girl.’ Jungkook sighs. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid by not telling them about you.

‘Yeah we know Jungkookie isn’t texting a girl. He’s too shy to even talk to convenience store girl.’ Hoseok adds on to Jimin and Tae’s teasing.

Jungkook bristles at this idea. Yeah he’d been pretty cautious around approaching girls he admired (namely you), but was it so hard to believe that he would be talking to a girl. The members knew that he had previous hookups, granted Jimin was the one to set those up but still. 

‘You never know. I could be talking to a girl.’ Jungkook hums pointedly.

Jin, Hobi, Jimin, and Taehyung all share a look before bursting out into laughter. They all laugh exaggeratedly going as far as leaning their whole body onto each other like they do when they find something unbearably funny. Namjoon and Yoongi are watching with amused smiles from the other end of the table. They know exactly what kind of game the other members are playing, but they want no part in it. 

‘Hyungs, it’s not funny. I am talking to a girl. That’s who I’m texting. I’m not incapable of talking to girls.’ Jungkook is desperately trying to convince them that he is talking to you.

‘Yeah sure, Jungkookie. We’ll believe it when we see it.’ Taehyung muses as chuckles are still shaking his body.

Jungkook is starting to get upset, and in a split second he whips out his phone, unlocks it, and shows his hyungs his screen, ‘Look I am talking to a girl.’ As soon as he holds the phone out, it’s gone. He looks up to be met with the sight of the four hyungs who couldn’t contain their laughter seconds ago. They’re all huddled around Jungkook’s phone and scrolling through the hundreds of messages you and Jungkook have sent back and forth since yesterday.

‘No!’ he yells and reaches across to snatch the phone out of his hyungs greedy hands and hold it protectively against his chest. Once he calms down, he glances back up to be met with the smug smiles of all seven of his hyungs.

‘Who’s __?’ Jimin asks, and Jungkook can’t stand the smug smirk that is resting on his lips. He can’t believe he let them trick him into outing his secret.

‘You all planned this didn’t you?’ He asks with an accusatory squint in his gaze.

‘So this __ girl, are we going to meet her any time soon? How did you meet her?’ Taehyung ignores his original question.

Jungkook glances back and forth at the faces of all the members. He considers telling them; it almost seems like he shouldn’t just to get back at them for messing with him like that. They all know him too well, and they all know just the things to say to get something out of him. Looking back up at all of them, they all have encouraging smiles on their faces, and Jungkook remembers how much he wanted to tell them everything before they started teasing him.

Jungkook lets out a loud sigh just to let them all know his disdain for the situation,

‘__ is convenience store girl.’ And Jungkook can’t help but feel smug at the look of shock that crosses all of their features. He can’t help but feel proud that he’s surprised them in some way.

‘Are you serious Jungkookah?’ Namjoon asks, ‘I think we all thought she was someone your Eomma set you up with or something.’

‘Yeah, hyungs, I asked for her number yesterday.’ Jungkook says proudly.

And then, like a bucket of ice cold water, the laughter returns, ‘Ok Jungkookie. That’s a good one. Who are you really talking to? Is it Hana? Are you guys hooking up again? Why would you put a fake name for her?’ Hobi rapid fired questions at him. 

‘No, I haven’t talked to Hana in over a year, hyung. I really am talking to __, and she’s the girl from the convenience store.’ Jungkook is firmly trying to convince the members that you really are the convenience store girl who he’s been pining over for months.

‘So now you finally admit there’s a girl from the convenience store? I thought you just ‘needed stuff’’ Jimin teases.

‘And I thought you and Taehyungie-hyung were just friends, but here we are.’ Jungkook retorts with a wave of his hand toward where his two youngest hyungs are cuddling closely together. Jimin and Taehyung freeze from where they are leaning up against each other, and Taehyung clears his throat and slowly removes himself from his position glued to Jimin’s side. Jimin shoots a mean glare toward Jungkook and then awkwardly tries to move on from Jungkook’s accusation,

‘Ok so you really talked to convenience store-’ Jungkook interrupts Jimin,

‘Her name’s __ hyung.’

‘Ok so this __, you really talked to her?’ Jimin looks at him questioningly. All of his hyungs are sharing confused glances like they don’t believe him.

‘Yeah, last night I went to the convenience store and asked for her number. We texted and talked on the phone for a while.’ Jungkook starts the sentence braggin loudly, and by the time he’s done his cheeks are bright red and he’s mumbling quietly. All of the members are looking at him in disbelief.

‘Does she know who you are?’ Namjoon asks.

Jungkook can’t help but be a little upset that his first question is accusing you of something. He gets that the leader is always looking out for him, but he finds it a little rude that he doesn’t even know you and that’s the first thing he wants to ask,

‘She said she knows of BTS and has heard some of our songs, but she doesn’t know who the individual members are.’ Jungkook says, ‘You guys should get to know her sometime she’s really great.’ He finished off his statement, excited at the thought of you getting to meet the six people closest to him.

‘Are you sure she’s not just saying that Jungkookie?’ Namjoon asks quietly.

Jungkook can’t believe what he’s hearing. Namjoon doesn’t even know you.

‘Hyung, just trust me. She’s a good person.’ Jungkook pleads

‘But you don’t even know her Jungkookie. You just think she’s pretty.’ Namjoon argues.

‘Hyung, you were the one teasing me about asking her out yesterday. And I did. Now you’re going back on that.’ Jungkook is getting frustrated with how hypocritical Namjoon is being. Namjoon is in a relationship with a non-idol girl and has been for years. And Seojun-noona is great, but none of them questioned Namjoon about whether or not she was trustworthy before they started dating,

‘I’m just trying to make sure you’re safe, Jungkookah.’ Namjoon pleads.

‘Well, you’re being an ass.’ Jungkook throws back.

‘Jungkook!’ Jin scolds from where he and the other members had been silently watching their leader and the maknae’s argument, ‘Language. Just because you’re mad doesn’t mean you can swear at your leader who’s also your hyung.’

‘Well just because he doesn’t know __ doesn’t mean he can insinuate that she doesn’t have good intentions. Just like he said; I hardly know her. So let me get to know her so that I can make that decision for myself. Right now she seems like a great girl, and I don’t want her to prove me wrong.’ Before Namjoon can even bring up the consequences to his career Jungkook beats him to it, ‘And before you even start, if she goes to the press with something, so what. I’m so tired of dictating my life based on what the public wants me to do. I can’t be single forever, and honestly it’s safer to date someone than to keep fucking around with people. So let me be the judge of her character, and just support me, your dongsaeng, in my interest in someone.’ Jungkook finished with a tired sigh and an usure glance toward Namjoon.

All of the other members are sitting around the table in shock. They had no idea he even wanted to start getting more serious with his relationships. 

‘I’m sorry Jungkook, you know we just want the best for you.’ Namjoon says, and Jungkook can see that his apology is sincere, but he’s still upset,

‘Everyone always wants the best for me and I just end up smothered. So much so that when I do make a mistake it’s blown completely out of proportion. Like the car accident or when I hugged my friend or when I just went to dinner with my friends. All three times were such simple mistakes or not even a mistake, and I had to make public apologies. I just want to be able to meet someone and potentially date, which you encouraged me to do.’ Jungkook is frustrated and he sees Namjoon opening his mouth to say something again, but before he can Jungkook stands up and turns toward the door where their managers are just now walking in,

‘I’m sure you can finish the meeting without me since everyone seems to make decisions for me anyway,’ and Jungkook walks out the door leaving his upset hyungs behind in a room thick with tension.

Jungkook walks down the hall, and gets into the elevator to head to his studio. While he’s in the elevator he pulls out his phone to see messages from you that he never answered.

From: Jungkook🦋

I’m not all that __

Is the convenience store really busy right now?

Can I come down?

To: Jungkook🦋

No it’s not busy right now

But my shift ends in like 30 minutes

However it is a public place, so you don’t really need my permission

I thought you had work?

From: Jungkook🦋

I’m not really having the best day at work

I need some of my favorite snacks to cheer me up

And I need to fulfill someone’s wish for cute boys in stomper boots😇

To: Jungkook🦋

Oh no what happened

You can come down there’s plenty of snacks to make you feel better

I’m always down for cute boys in stomper boots🥹

From: Jungkook🦋

I’ll be down soon

To: Jungkook🦋

Can’t wait to see you handsome😌

Jungkook can’t believe what he’s seeing. You seem like you’re into him, and that’s way better than any arguments with Namjoon. Once the elevator reaches the floor and the doors open, he presses the button for the parking lot. He steps out and realizes how much colder it is today, and he heard earlier on the radio that it will probably snow tonight. As Jungkook is driving he starts thinking over the situation with you. He thinks that a snowy night sounds like the perfect first date with you.

Jungkook parks outside of the convenience store, and out of habit he cranes his neck to try and look into the windows of the store to catch a glimpse of you. Then he remembers that he can talk to you. He gets out of his car and walks toward the door. The telltale ringing of the bells singal his arrival and instead of heading straight for the drink coolers in the back, he walks right toward the register where your smile is greeting him.

…

You’d been working at the store since the early morning, and in between helping customers you were texting Jungkook. The first disappointment of the day was when Jungkook let you know he couldn’t come to the store before work this morning since he had woken up later than he wanted to. The day had been much more boring than you’d like with Jungkook not coming in. You did still get to see Aera and her dad today. She told you all about how she came in second place in a drawing contest at school. She even brought the drawing with her to show you her drawing of a butterfly. It only looked a little off if you tilted your head and squinted.

It was a few hours later when Jungkook texted you that he was having a bad day at work. As much as you wanted to be excited to see him, you were worried that he didn’t want to tell you what’s wrong.

That was when you sent your last text where you called him handsome. As soon as you hit send, you threw your phone down on the counter. You can’t believe you actually called him that directly.

Just as you’re mulling over your embarrassment, the bells above the door jingle, letting you know that Jungkook has arrived. You look over at him and smile, and you can tell he matches your smile by the way his eyes crease above his mask. You’re a little disappointed that he’s wearing the mask, but he is still an idol afterall, and you assume he wants to keep his identity a secret from the public even if the store is empty for now. 

‘Hi Kook-ah.’ You can’t wipe the smile off your face when seeing the handsome man in front of you.

‘Hey’ he says back quietly.

You can tell that he isn’t feeling his normal self, even only knowing him for a short amount of time, he’s very easy to read,

‘I’m sorry you’re having a bad day Kook.’ You say sympathetically. You can really see in his eyes that something is weighing on him, ‘is there anything I can do to help?’

You watch as Jungkook seems to pause to think something over. You can see the focus in his eyes change,

‘Actually there is something you can do. You get off work soon right?’ Jungkook asks timidly

‘Yeah probably about 5 minutes and then I can leave. Why?’ You ask, although you’re kind of hoping this is heading in the direction you think it is.

‘Would you want to go on a date? With me?’ Jungkook asks, and you can see the hopeful shine in his bright eyes.

‘I’d love to but,’ You watch as Jungkook visibly deflates at your answer and just as he opens his mouth to voice his acceptance of your rejection you continue, ‘I’m not really dressed for a date right now.’ You finish with a laugh.

‘Oh,’ That is not what Jungkook was expecting you to say, ‘Well, uh, me neither, but we can just keep it casual?’ He asks, hopeful again.

‘That sounds nice,’ you agree, ‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Well there’s a little restaurant with the best pork belly, and they have a private booth so we don’t have to worry about anything. Then we can see from there?’ The restaurant in question is one Jungkook occupies frequently with Jimin. It’s actually the place where he confirmed Jimin’s crush on Taehyung many months ago. 

‘Oh should I wear a mask too? Would it help?’ You ask

‘No it should be fine. I know the owner so we can go in the side entrance, and it’ll lead right to the private room where we can eat.

…

The ride over to the restaurant was uneventful; other than the obvious fact that Jungkook drives a nice car. The Mercedes looked brand new on the inside and outside, almost like it was barely driven. He turned up the radio, and instead of awkward silence overwhelming the two of you, Jungkook filled the silence with light singing to the songs on the radio while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

When you pulled up to the restaurant Jungkook took his phone out which you had heard buzzing a lot on the drive over. You thought he was going to answer the incessant messaging when he suddenly turned his phone off altogether,

‘Everything okay?’ You asked quietly so as not to scare him in the quiet atmosphere that had taken over his car.

‘Yeah. Let’s go in’ He said, trying to change the subject from whatever had been going on behind his phone screen.

You both get out of his car and head toward the side door of the restaurant, and as you open the door you’re overwhelmed by the aroma of grilled meat. Just like he said earlier, the side door is directly across from a small room with a table and chairs in it. There’s a large door that separates the room from the hallway that leads to the rest of the restaurant where you can hear the bustling of people eating their meals and chatting. He walks straight into the room and you follow him, and he then reaches behind you and slides the door shut to give you two some privacy,

‘I messaged the owner earlier that we are heading over. They’ll only open the door when they’re taking our order or bringing food so I can relax.’ He says quietly, ‘sorry we can’t go out on a real date.’ 

While he was talking you took your seats at the table, and when he voices his insecurity you reach across the table and grab his hand, ‘This is a real date Junkook. If anything it’s better because we get the whole room to ourselves.’ You reassure him, laughing quietly.

Jungkook can’t believe he’s found a girl who is so understanding of his situation. He’s never really dated, but he’s heard from his friends how hard it can be on some girls when it seems like your boyfriend is only trying to hide you away. His hyungs have told him about the times where girls have gotten angry or cried because they’re unhappy about having to hide on a date. But that’s the thing with dating an idol. It sounds amazing to be able to date an idol in theory, but there are a lot of hurdles to jump over in reality.  It isn’t about the glamor of showing off your boyfriend. It’s about being accommodating and understanding. There’s a lot of patience necessary to be able to work around crazy and unexpected schedules. If anything, dating an idol requires real, true feelings because you have to care for someone a lot to be able to work around everything that comes with the idol territory.

He snaps out of his daydream to see you looking over the menu, 

‘We should get the pork belly and maybe some marinated beef to grill with all the side dishes.’ He suggests and you can’t help but smile at the way he gets excited at the thought of the food you’ll be eating. You close your menu,

‘That sounds great. I’ll take your recommendation since you’re the regular,’ you pause for a moment to gauge his reaction, and all you’re met with is his bright smile, ‘I have to say, I’m kind of sad I’m not the only place you visit regularly.’ You jokingly pout.

‘Well, the convenience store doesn’t have pork belly, unfortunately.’ You know he’s joking, but the way he pouts at the thought makes you smile.

You’re interrupted by the waitress coming into the room to take your order. Jungkook recites what you’ve decided on and makes sure to tell her to bring a generous amount of meat. The older lady who was taking your order reassures him that she’ll make sure her ‘international super star’ is well fed. Her statement leaves Junkook a blushing mess while you break out into laughter.

‘Ignore her,’ Jungkook mumbles while patting his cheeks to try and combat the redness.

‘It’s too bad,’ you start, ‘I guess you can’t be my international superstar since she’s already claimed you.’ You finish with an amused pout.

Jungkook looks up at you wide eyed and still, despite his best efforts, rosy cheeked,

‘Oh she’s just–I’ve uh you know,’ Junkook is cutely stumbling over his words, ‘We come here a lot.’

It’s amusing to see how he can go from returning your flirty remarks to being shy and embarrassed. He’s definitely more confident over text, and as you’ve already seen, the more time you spend together, the more open he becomes.

You suppose it comes with the territory of his job; he can’t go around telling everyone the details of his life because he’ll never know who might use that against him.

Jungkook decides to change the subject to get your attention away from his embarrassment,

‘How was work today? Anything exciting?’ He asks, and this is one thing you’re already admiring about Jungkook. A lot of people ask questions similar to this almost as an obligation, and they don’t really seem to care for the answer. But when Jungkook asks, you have his full attention, and he genuinely cares.

‘Nothing exciting really. This is the best part of my day so far. How about yours? You said you weren’t having the best day at work?’ You ask, concerned.

‘I just had a fight with one of my hyungs. It’s not a big deal.’ Jungkook says, and the way he dismisses it makes you want to comfort him,

‘It’s a big deal if it makes you upset, Kook-ah.’ You say, trying to reassure him. You can already see a subtle change in his mood, and you don’t want to upset him on your date, ‘We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.’

And as if on cue, the waitress brings out your food to start grilling, and Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze and a confident smile before returning his hand to his lap.

…

After talking about Jungkook’s day at work, you two quickly moved on to other topics while he grilled the meat for you. The late lunch was filled with laughter and full bellies. Jungkook can eat, and after the initial servings you were brought, he asked for more meat and then dessert. 

The afternoon was full of seeing quirks of his personality come out from the guarded personality he usually maintains. You’ve quickly discovered that his huge smile makes butterflies dance in your stomach. It’s so endearing to see that even though he’s someone who lives such an extravagant life and has what most people would assume is everything he could ever want, the small miniscule things in life are what he gets excited over.

Once you’ve cleared your plates, you’re absolutely stuffed, ‘I’m gonna have to start training now if I want to keep up with your appetite.’ You laugh. Jungkook laughs at your response too before he pauses for a moment and looks you in the eye,

‘You would wanna do this again?’ He asks timidly. You can’t help but be endeared by his apprehension, and he’s started tapping his fingers on the table nervously. You reach over and set your hand on top of his twitching fingers,

‘I would love to do this again, Jungkook.’ The change in his face is almost comical. He pauses as if to register your words, and then he grins from ear to ear, with his nose scrunch and smiley eyes beaming right at you.

Instead of saying anything in response Jungkook suddenly asks, 

‘Would you like to go on a walk along the river?’ His nervousness returns, and instead of looking at you, he keeps his eyes focused on where your hand is still laying over his on the table.

‘Let’s go.’ You say and give his hand a quick squeeze before standing up. You wait for him to lead the way out of the restaurant.

…

The drive to the river is mostly quiet, but not awkward, silence. The two of you were just sitting comfortably in each other’s presence. Out of the corner of your eye, you’re glancing down and admiring Jungkook’s tattooed hand resting on the gear shift. He has such long, pretty fingers, and the tattoos just add to the attractiveness on his hands. Hands, for you, always reveal a lot about people. Whether they’re clean, dirty, scarred, clean nails, or dirty nails. The way he’s tapping his fingers along to the music playing on the radio brings other things to mind. You’re broken out of your thoughts by Jungkook’s voice, 

‘It’s snowing.’ He says quietly, and true to his word you look out the window to see snow falling delicately from the sky, ‘I love the snow’ he murmurs.

‘Me too,’ You reply, ‘It’s so pretty and calm.’ He doesn’t say anything in response, but you don’t need him to. As he parks near the river, you just sit in the car admiring the snow fall,

‘Oh no,’ You say quietly, ‘My shoes are going to get wet.’ You say as you look between your not at all waterproof shoes and the few inches of snow that have fallen on your drive over.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything; he just gets out of the car and rounds the front to your side. He puts his mask back on, and he pulls his hood up, presumably to keep himself hidden from the few people in the park. Jungkook opens your door and you can see his eyes crinkle in delight above his mask,

‘Hop on,’ he says and turns around crouching a little low.

‘What? No. I’ll be fine.’ You protest. He glances back over his shoulder and jerks his head in a ‘come on’ motion. Something tells you he’s not going to give this up. Luckily the snow hasn’t really stuck to the parking lot yet, just the grass you’ll be walking through. You step out onto the concrete and then set your hands on his shoulders. You jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands come up to wrap around your thighs just above your knees. He hoists you up a little higher, and as your legs squeeze him tighter, you can feel how built he is beneath his baggy clothes,

‘Ready?’ He asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice, presumably smug about getting to show off his strength. You confirm that you’re ready, and he heads off toward the river.

‘Let me know if you get tired,’ You tell him quietly, ‘I can deal with wet shoes for a little bit.

He scoffs in response and just mutters a small agreement almost as if it’s offensive to insinuate that he would get tired.

‘Oh sorry, I meant thank you my big strong Kookie. Carry me to the ends of the earth,’ You finish with a laugh and reach around to pinch his cheek. He turns his head away from your hand, embarrassed and he mumbles quietly,

‘I’ll drop you.’ 

You answer with a gasp, ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Now you’re both laughing, and you’re approaching the path along the river. 

‘Ok you can let me down now. The path doesn’t look wet.’ You say and try to break your legs out from his grasp. He makes a noise of disagreement and doesn’t let go. You struggle to get down even going as far to give a light smack to the top of his shoulder. You’re both laughing as you playfully wrestle out of his grip, and as you’re doing so, you manage to get one of your legs out of his hands. As your foot meets the ground it connects with his which was taking a step forward. Suddenly the view of the river that you’d been watching as you approached spins around as Jungkook’s feet slip out from underneath him. You both tumble to the ground, and you close your eyes, expecting to feel the impact of the ground. When you open them and reorient yourself, you look down to see Jungkook laying underneath you, the part of his cheeks that you can see bright red but his eyes reveal that there’s a huge smile on his face.

You both break out into hysterical laughter,

‘I can’t believe you actually dropped me.’ You say, unable to contain your giggles at the sight of his embarrassment.

‘That was not my fault,’ he vehemently protests. He’s still refusing to meet your eyes.

‘It definitely was.’ You say back and stick your tongue out at him.

Jungkook pulls his mask down to do it back to you, and once he’s smiling again you can’t help but to admire how handsome he really is. He finally makes eye contact with you, and you see his eyes glance down toward your lips. You do the same to him. Eyes glancing down to his lips, admiring the small beauty mark beneath his bottom lip. There’s a hitch in his breath as he slowly starts to lean toward you, eyelids drooping. You throw caution into the wind and quickly close the distance between your mouths. 

Underneath you, Jungkook doesn’t have a care in the world. The snowy ground underneath him slowly dampens his clothes. Your lips are moving against his languidly, and Jungkook can’t help but to lean into you.

He’s never had a kiss quite like this one; there’s emotion behind the way your lips move against his. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and his stomach is tingling with excitement. It’s like you’ve lit a fire inside of him, and he can’t help but to think that kissing you is one of his favorite things to do. 

You can’t believe the rush of emotions coursing through your veins. His lips are soft and warm, and the way they move against yours makes you feel like your heart is going to implode. Jungkook is a great kisser, and you never want him to stop. Finally, as you’re running out of breath, you pull back. 

You both stare at each other breathing heavily, and before you can think of anything to say, Jungkook’s hand is coming to cup the side of your face. He gently runs his thumb along your cheekbone where a snowflake is melting against your skin, and then he guides you forward so your lips can meet again.

After a moment, you break away from him laughing,

‘As much as I’d love to keep doing that, my knees are cold.’ You tell him. It’s then that he looks down and sees your knees in the snow on opposite sides of his waist. He clears his throat and awkwardly avoids eye contact; he hadn’t realized that you were straddling him the whole time.

You stand up and offer a hand to pull him up,

‘Oh, your back is covered in snow, you’re going to freeze.’ You’re worried about him, and you reach around to wipe the snow off of his jacket, but the damage is done. His back is soaked through.

Jungkook didn’t even feel cold until he stood up and you stopped kissing him, ‘Let’s go back to the car.’ He mumbles. Still slightly embarrassed at the position you’d been in, and a little embarrassed about falling.

You laugh at him and grab his hand to pull him back toward the car. There’s no sense in worrying about wet shoes, when your pants are soaked.

When you reach the car, he turns the heat up to full blast to try and warm up. Jungkook looks into the back and pulls out an extra puffer coat from behind him and tries to offer it to you. It’s cute the way he wordlessly does things he’s shy about,

‘You’re the one who’s shirt is soaked. You need to wear it.’ You say, pushing away his that is trying to give you the coat.

‘I don’t need it.’ He protests.

“Jungkook, you were laying in the snow. You need it more than I do.’ He doesn’t listen to you, and instead reaches over and lays the coat over your legs. You shoot him a glare in return before taking the coat and throwing it back into his lap. This causes him to crack a smile, and he tries to give it to you again. Instead you curl up in your seat and face the window with your arms crossed to try and keep him from putting it over your lap again.

‘__-ah,’ He’s laughing even more now, ‘Take my coat.’ You can hear the amusement laced in his tone, but despite his insistence you keep ignoring him. ‘__-ah look at me.’ He gives a light push to your shoulder from behind.

Once he realizes you’re not giving up on ignoring him, he huffs out a frustrated sigh before relenting, ‘Fine, I’ll wear it.’ You can hear the shuffling of the coat’s material, and when you peek over your shoulder to see if he’s actually wearing it, he’s sitting with a pout on his lips but with a warm coat over his shoulders.

‘Good boy,’ you say and pat his cheek before returning to sitting normally in your seat. His cheeks turn red at your mocking praise and he averts his gaze once again. You can’t help but want to tease him further,

‘Hey, Koo,’ you say quietly, and when he turns his head to meet your gaze,surprised at the nickname, you surge forward to give him a quick peck on the lips once more.

He’s so flustered he doesn’t have time to process your actions, and once you’re comfortably back in your seat and smiling at him, 

‘You’re evil’ he mutters.

‘And you’re cute’ you quip back

Jungkook becomes a mess all over again, and then he wordlessly starts to back out of the parking spot. Once he’s about to turn onto the road, he realizes he doesn’t know where you live,

‘Can you put your address in?’ He gestures to the built-in GPS in his car.

… 

Once Jungkook has made it to your apartment, he decides to walk you to your door. You make sure he’s all covered up before making your way in the building. Once you’re in the safety of the elevator, you reach over to grab his hand, and you silently start to play with his fingers. You trace the tattoos on the back of his hand that read ARMY,

‘Those are our fans.’ Jungkook informs, and he points to the numbers under his thumb, ‘And that’s the day we debuted as a group.’ He then explains the meaning of the purple heart and the two trapezoids. You watch as a smile takes over his face, and his eyes take on this specific shine,

‘You really love what you do, huh?’ You ask.

The question looks like it startles him out of his daydream. His eyes are wide as he looks at you before a proud smile takes over, ‘Yeah, I really love what I do.’

Before you can say anything else, the doors to the elevator open to your floor. You walk out and down the hall to your door at the very end,

‘This is my place.’ You tell him. He looks almost disappointed for the night to be ending, and you think about inviting him inside but before you can he surprises you again. He drops your hand and reaches up to cup your cheeks, and he leans in again for another kiss. He conveys his happiness into the kiss–you can feel the upward tilt to the corners of his lips as they move against yours. Jungkook pulls away and gives you a look of admiration before quietly saying, ‘Goodnight __’

You reach up once more to give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth, ‘Goodnight Koo.’ With that you turn around and open your door. You can hear Jungkook’s retreating footsteps, and you turn around one last time to see him looking at you from in front of the elevator doors. Instead of saying anything you send him a wink, and before you can see his reaction, you dart inside the comfort of your apartment.

…

After showering and changing into clothes, you grab your phone to see messages from Jungkook.

From: Jungkook🦋

I had a great time tonight

Hopefully we can see each other soon

Goodnight

To: Jungkook🦋

I had a great time, too

I’d like that

Let me know what you want to do?

From: Jungkook🦋

Oh! you said you like dogs

You could come see my dog?

To: Jungkook🦋

Is that supposed to be a play on the ‘do you want to see my cat’ thing?

Because I think it’s a little early for that😅

From: Jungkook🦋

__, I don’t have a cat…?

To: Jungkook🦋

Goodnight Koo😂

Is that my dick? (m)

Pairing: jk x reader

Summary: Jungkook notices something new while doing the deed with you.

Warnings: PWP, and I mean it, not even a 0.1% of plot, edging, rough sex, bulging kink, pussy slaps, degradation, dom!jk, sub!reader, sudden penetration? Idk, he just goes for it, fingering, dry humping.

A/N: I've been drawning in my own notes for the past couple of weeks trying to study for my exams and this is the result of my frustration. I just feel bad that I don't have that much time to write right now, but I hope this gives me motivation for the couple next weeks until I finish my exams TT

(Instant smut under the cut)

“Jungkok, what the fu—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your mouth was stuffed by the two digits that had been fingering not even two seconds ago.

“Patience is a virtue, baby,” he lightly scolded, pushing his fingers covered in your essence until the back of your throat, making you slightly choke and humming in approval at the feeling of your tongue tasting yourself.

When he had first started fingering you with his index and middle finger, while he brushed your sensitive clit with his thumb, you didn’t think he was going to edge you, and that seemed to have started hours ago. Your thighs already hurt from being open for so long, and you could hear your own agitated breathing. But Jungkook was the one truly enjoying this, he basked in the visual of your flushed face and your rising chest, breasts moving up and down and hard nipples. And he would be lying if he said the squelching sounds that came from your pussy weren’t causing him a big problem inside his sweatpants. Jungkook shortly considered what would happen if he came undone in his pants, you would definitely see the stain on the grey cloth but what about your reaction? Would you laugh at him? Was it even possible to come just from looking at someone? Jungkook quickly concluded that as long as it was you, there was nothing impossible, before he decided that he would take the risk of being humiliated if it meant that he could have you under his mercy for a bit longer.

You let a surprised shriek when your boyfriend’s hands harshly grabbed your waist and placed his hard-on against your bare pussy, dry humping your cores against each other.

“Jungkook, please… I can’t take it much longer,” you whimpered, trying to keep your eyes open and persuade him with your best innocent eyes into just fucking you into oblivion already.

“I thought a slut like you would be able to take more,” he spat the words while clenching his jaw, trying to hide how much his own actions were affecting him too. Desperate as you were to get more of him, you tried to move your hips at a faster pace, rubbing your clit harder against his sweatpants and making the wet patch that had formed even bigger.

“Fuck, you are such a brain-dead whore, can only think about fucking me, right?” he asked while stopping your movements, earning a whine from you.

“Yes, please, Kook, need you to fuck me right now,” you begged, trying to lower his pants and underwear.

“Shit, you don’t know what you just got yourself into, slut,” he muttered with a devilish grin and brought his hand to your pussy once again, only to deliver a couple of hard slaps that had you whining in surprise and making a couple of tears fall down your face. As if trying to smooth the pain, he let his dick on your pussy, earning a moan from you as you felt the weight of his manhood rest over your cunt. Then, started moving his hips forwards and backwards, coating his hard-on in your wetness and edging the both of you further. He let his body fall, but still put his hands on either side of your face holding his weight off you. He started kissing and nibbling at your neck, moving until he found your sweet spot just under your ear.

“My girl has such a pretty pussy. But do you know how it could look even better? Stuffed with my fat cock,” he whispered into your neck before finally putting you out of your misery and thrust his hard cock inside your awaiting hole. He set a ruthless pace from the beginning, barely leaving you any time to adjust to his girth.

“Ngh, fuck, you feel so good, Kook,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his tiny waist and resting your heels on the small of his back. Your hands were roaming through the expanse of his broad back, leaving red trails all over his muscles with your nails.

“Yeah? You like feeling full of my cock?” He asked, before abruptly stopping his movements, making you let a loud groan again.

“I swear to god, if you don’t finish what you started—”

“Wait, is that my dick?” He wondered, completely ignoring your hollow threat and giving and experimental thrust. You followed his gaze and looked over at your tummy, seeing a bulge whenever his dick thrust in. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs for him to just make you cum already, but it was impossible to deny how much this new discovery was turning you on.

“Fuck, Yn, I knew you were hot, but this? I can’t believe I’m just realizing it now,” he practically moaned, bringing his hand to the bulge in your tummy and pressing over it as he regained his pace with renovated force, making your mind go foggy with lust.

“My slut has such a tiny cunt, only for me, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes, only for you,”

“Good, because I plan on fucking your pussy forever,” any possible answer you could have tried to give vanished from your mind when you felt pleasure spread throughout you. Jungkook was taking turns shifting his gaze from your belly to your fucked-out expression, not being able to decide which one was turning him on more.

“I know you’re close, babygirl. I want you to cum for me,” he rasped out, a small cry escaped you at his words. His own head spinning at the pleasure.

“Almost there, Kook” you managed to get out, as his dick twitched inside you at the feeling of your arousal gushing out of you, making an absolute mess between your thighs and his lower stomach.

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” a small cry escaped your pouty lips at his praise, body starting to tremble, signalling how close you really are to reach your high.

“Fuuuck,” you stuttered, when one of his fingers made contact with your clit and started drawing figure eights. If Jungkook thought the visual of edging you was already hot, there were simply no words to describe the visual of you coming undone underneath him. It was enough to make him cum too, painting your velvety walls with his warm cunt.

“That was fucking unbelievable, baby,” he said in between kisses, calming you both from your highs. “If I could barely get enough of you before I don’t know what’s going to happen now, beautiful,” he said, after rolling you over him and hugging you closer to him. You giggled at his words, not finding a problem with this new situation.

Convenience 2 - JJK

Summary: Jungkook's first date with the convenience store girl.

WC: 6.7K

Chapter 1

Warnings: Some angst, some smooches

Materlist

A/N: Here is convenience pt 2! I hope you enjoy!!

Jungkook walks into the room where all the members are gathered for their afternoon meeting. His eyes are glued to his phone, and he trips over his chunky boots on the way to his seat since he isn’t paying attention to where he’s walking. His hyungs all quiet down as they watch Jungkook, who never even answers his phone when they text or call, engrossed in whatever is going on behind his screen. They all share a look of mutual agreement; this is totally unlike the Jungkookie they know. 

‘Everything okay, JK?’ Namjoon asks. His questions seems to startle Jungkook out of his little bubble, and he looks up confused to see everyone staring at him, ‘Huh?’

‘You’re glued to your phone. Is everything okay back home?’ Namjoon asks again. The only time they have ever seen Jungkook this invested in his phone was when there was a small accident with his family in Busan last year. 

‘Oh yeah. There’s nothing wrong.’ He mumbles and then turns his gaze back to his phone screen. The members watch in awe as a sweet smile takes over his face, and he starts typing quickly in response to his phone’s vibrations. There’s a childlike giddiness to his texting, and the members have never seen him like this before

To: Jungkook🦋

Ok go to work

Stop texting on the job

From: Jungkook🦋

You're working too🤨

To: Jungkook🦋

Yeah but my job is way less important

The only time I have to pay attention is when cute boys in stomper boots come in to buy snacks and drinks

And there haven’t been any today🥱

From: Jungkook🦋

Lucky for you, I think there might be one later

Maybe about 4ish?

To: Jungkook🦋

Now you’re predicting the future?

Is there anything you can’t do?🤤

I’m not working then

I’m off earlier today

Jungkook can’t believe how comfortable the two of you are with each other now. The first awkward texts he sent are long forgotten now that the two of you are able to joke around with each other. And the best part? Neither of you are denying your feelings (?) or attraction to the other. He can’t wait to see where this goes, and he can’t wait to ask you on a real date.

‘Jungkook-ah’ Jin is snapping his fingers in Jungkook’s face. He had been so focused on his phone he hadn’t realized they were all trying to get his attention again.

‘Huh?’ He asks. He puts on his best wide-eyed look to try and avoid further questioning from them. He knows they want to know who he’s texting, or they’ll probably bug him about the convenience store. Little do they know, those two things are related.

Jungkook doesn’t think his hyungs will ever believe he actually bit the bullet and asked for your number. He thought it over last night after you had gone to bed and didn’t know if he should tell his hyungs about you, or if he should just wait and see where things went. He was so excited, and he couldn't tell the most important people in his life about the exciting thing that had happened to him last night, but he also didn’t want to be teased even more than he already is about you.

While he’s getting lost in his thoughts again, the other members are all glancing back and forth at each other before Jin finally decides to bug him a little bit more, 

‘Who are you texting so much?’ He teases

‘Oh? It's nothing.’ Jungkook immediately locks his phone and puts it in his hoodie pocket.

He watches as the other members all share a suspicious look before returning their gazes to him.

‘Ooh Jungkookies got a secret.’ Taehyung teases from where he’s nestled up against Jimin as close as they can be in the uncomfortable office chairs.

‘Oh Taehyungie do you think he’s texting a girl?’ Jimin mimics Taehyung's tone, and they both break into laughter at the exasperated look that Jungkook sends them.

‘Hyungs I’m not texting a girl.’ Jungkook sighs. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid by not telling them about you.

‘Yeah we know Jungkookie isn’t texting a girl. He’s too shy to even talk to convenience store girl.’ Hoseok adds on to Jimin and Tae’s teasing.

Jungkook bristles at this idea. Yeah he’d been pretty cautious around approaching girls he admired (namely you), but was it so hard to believe that he would be talking to a girl. The members knew that he had previous hookups, granted Jimin was the one to set those up but still. 

‘You never know. I could be talking to a girl.’ Jungkook hums pointedly.

Jin, Hobi, Jimin, and Taehyung all share a look before bursting out into laughter. They all laugh exaggeratedly going as far as leaning their whole body onto each other like they do when they find something unbearably funny. Namjoon and Yoongi are watching with amused smiles from the other end of the table. They know exactly what kind of game the other members are playing, but they want no part in it. 

‘Hyungs, it's not funny. I am talking to a girl. That’s who I’m texting. I’m not incapable of talking to girls.’ Jungkook is desperately trying to convince them that he is talking to you.

‘Yeah sure, Jungkookie. We’ll believe it when we see it.’ Taehyung muses as chuckles are still shaking his body.

Jungkook is starting to get upset, and in a split second he whips out his phone, unlocks it, and shows his hyungs his screen, ‘Look I am talking to a girl.’ As soon as he holds the phone out, it’s gone. He looks up to be met with the sight of the four hyungs who couldn’t contain their laughter seconds ago. They’re all huddled around Jungkook’s phone and scrolling through the hundreds of messages you and Jungkook have sent back and forth since yesterday.

‘No!’ he yells and reaches across to snatch the phone out of his hyungs greedy hands and hold it protectively against his chest. Once he calms down, he glances back up to be met with the smug smiles of all seven of his hyungs.

‘Who’s __?’ Jimin asks, and Jungkook can’t stand the smug smirk that is resting on his lips. He can’t believe he let them trick him into outing his secret.

‘You all planned this didn’t you?’ He asks with an accusatory squint in his gaze.

‘So this __ girl, are we going to meet her any time soon? How did you meet her?’ Taehyung ignores his original question.

Jungkook glances back and forth at the faces of all the members. He considers telling them; it almost seems like he shouldn’t just to get back at them for messing with him like that. They all know him too well, and they all know just the things to say to get something out of him. Looking back up at all of them, they all have encouraging smiles on their faces, and Jungkook remembers how much he wanted to tell them everything before they started teasing him.

Jungkook lets out a loud sigh just to let them all know his disdain for the situation,

‘__ is convenience store girl.’ And Jungkook can’t help but feel smug at the look of shock that crosses all of their features. He can’t help but feel proud that he’s surprised them in some way.

‘Are you serious Jungkookah?’ Namjoon asks, ‘I think we all thought she was someone your Eomma set you up with or something.’

‘Yeah, hyungs, I asked for her number yesterday.’ Jungkook says proudly.

And then, like a bucket of ice cold water, the laughter returns, ‘Ok Jungkookie. That’s a good one. Who are you really talking to? Is it Hana? Are you guys hooking up again? Why would you put a fake name for her?’ Hobi rapid fired questions at him. 

‘No, I haven’t talked to Hana in over a year, hyung. I really am talking to __, and she’s the girl from the convenience store.’ Jungkook is firmly trying to convince the members that you really are the convenience store girl who he’s been pining over for months.

‘So now you finally admit there’s a girl from the convenience store? I thought you just ‘needed stuff’’ Jimin teases.

‘And I thought you and Taehyungie-hyung were just friends, but here we are.’ Jungkook retorts with a wave of his hand toward where his two youngest hyungs are cuddling closely together. Jimin and Taehyung freeze from where they are leaning up against each other, and Taehyung clears his throat and slowly removes himself from his position glued to Jimin’s side. Jimin shoots a mean glare toward Jungkook and then awkwardly tries to move on from Jungkook’s accusation,

‘Ok so you really talked to convenience store-’ Jungkook interrupts Jimin,

‘Her name’s __ hyung.’

‘Ok so this __, you really talked to her?’ Jimin looks at him questioningly. All of his hyungs are sharing confused glances like they don’t believe him.

‘Yeah, last night I went to the convenience store and asked for her number. We texted and talked on the phone for a while.’ Jungkook starts the sentence braggin loudly, and by the time he’s done his cheeks are bright red and he’s mumbling quietly. All of the members are looking at him in disbelief.

‘Does she know who you are?’ Namjoon asks.

Jungkook can’t help but be a little upset that his first question is accusing you of something. He gets that the leader is always looking out for him, but he finds it a little rude that he doesn’t even know you and that’s the first thing he wants to ask,

‘She said she knows of BTS and has heard some of our songs, but she doesn’t know who the individual members are.’ Jungkook says, ‘You guys should get to know her sometime she’s really great.’ He finished off his statement, excited at the thought of you getting to meet the six people closest to him.

‘Are you sure she’s not just saying that Jungkookie?’ Namjoon asks quietly.

Jungkook can’t believe what he’s hearing. Namjoon doesn’t even know you.

‘Hyung, just trust me. She’s a good person.’ Jungkook pleads

‘But you don’t even know her Jungkookie. You just think she’s pretty.’ Namjoon argues.

‘Hyung, you were the one teasing me about asking her out yesterday. And I did. Now you’re going back on that.’ Jungkook is getting frustrated with how hypocritical Namjoon is being. Namjoon is in a relationship with a non-idol girl and has been for years. And Seojun-noona is great, but none of them questioned Namjoon about whether or not she was trustworthy before they started dating,

‘I’m just trying to make sure you’re safe, Jungkookah.’ Namjoon pleads.

‘Well, you’re being an ass.’ Jungkook throws back.

‘Jungkook!’ Jin scolds from where he and the other members had been silently watching their leader and the maknae’s argument, ‘Language. Just because you’re mad doesn’t mean you can swear at your leader who’s also your hyung.’

‘Well just because he doesn’t know __ doesn’t mean he can insinuate that she doesn’t have good intentions. Just like he said; I hardly know her. So let me get to know her so that I can make that decision for myself. Right now she seems like a great girl, and I don’t want her to prove me wrong.’ Before Namjoon can even bring up the consequences to his career Jungkook beats him to it, ‘And before you even start, if she goes to the press with something, so what. I’m so tired of dictating my life based on what the public wants me to do. I can’t be single forever, and honestly it’s safer to date someone than to keep fucking around with people. So let me be the judge of her character, and just support me, your dongsaeng, in my interest in someone.’ Jungkook finished with a tired sigh and an usure glance toward Namjoon.

All of the other members are sitting around the table in shock. They had no idea he even wanted to start getting more serious with his relationships. 

‘I’m sorry Jungkook, you know we just want the best for you.’ Namjoon says, and Jungkook can see that his apology is sincere, but he’s still upset,

‘Everyone always wants the best for me and I just end up smothered. So much so that when I do make a mistake it’s blown completely out of proportion. Like the car accident or when I hugged my friend or when I just went to dinner with my friends. All three times were such simple mistakes or not even a mistake, and I had to make public apologies. I just want to be able to meet someone and potentially date, which you encouraged me to do.’ Jungkook is frustrated and he sees Namjoon opening his mouth to say something again, but before he can Jungkook stands up and turns toward the door where their managers are just now walking in,

‘I’m sure you can finish the meeting without me since everyone seems to make decisions for me anyway,’ and Jungkook walks out the door leaving his upset hyungs behind in a room thick with tension.

Jungkook walks down the hall, and gets into the elevator to head to his studio. While he’s in the elevator he pulls out his phone to see messages from you that he never answered.

From: Jungkook🦋

I’m not all that __

Is the convenience store really busy right now?

Can I come down?

To: Jungkook🦋

No it’s not busy right now

But my shift ends in like 30 minutes

However it is a public place, so you don’t really need my permission

I thought you had work?

From: Jungkook🦋

I’m not really having the best day at work

I need some of my favorite snacks to cheer me up

And I need to fulfill someone’s wish for cute boys in stomper boots😇

To: Jungkook🦋

Oh no what happened

You can come down there’s plenty of snacks to make you feel better

I’m always down for cute boys in stomper boots🥹

From: Jungkook🦋

I’ll be down soon

To: Jungkook🦋

Can’t wait to see you handsome😌

Jungkook can’t believe what he’s seeing. You seem like you’re into him, and that’s way better than any arguments with Namjoon. Once the elevator reaches the floor and the doors open, he presses the button for the parking lot. He steps out and realizes how much colder it is today, and he heard earlier on the radio that it will probably snow tonight. As Jungkook is driving he starts thinking over the situation with you. He thinks that a snowy night sounds like the perfect first date with you.

Jungkook parks outside of the convenience store, and out of habit he cranes his neck to try and look into the windows of the store to catch a glimpse of you. Then he remembers that he can talk to you. He gets out of his car and walks toward the door. The telltale ringing of the bells singal his arrival and instead of heading straight for the drink coolers in the back, he walks right toward the register where your smile is greeting him.

…

You’d been working at the store since the early morning, and in between helping customers you were texting Jungkook. The first disappointment of the day was when Jungkook let you know he couldn’t come to the store before work this morning since he had woken up later than he wanted to. The day had been much more boring than you’d like with Jungkook not coming in. You did still get to see Aera and her dad today. She told you all about how she came in second place in a drawing contest at school. She even brought the drawing with her to show you her drawing of a butterfly. It only looked a little off if you tilted your head and squinted.

It was a few hours later when Jungkook texted you that he was having a bad day at work. As much as you wanted to be excited to see him, you were worried that he didn’t want to tell you what’s wrong.

That was when you sent your last text where you called him handsome. As soon as you hit send, you threw your phone down on the counter. You can’t believe you actually called him that directly.

Just as you’re mulling over your embarrassment, the bells above the door jingle, letting you know that Jungkook has arrived. You look over at him and smile, and you can tell he matches your smile by the way his eyes crease above his mask. You’re a little disappointed that he’s wearing the mask, but he is still an idol afterall, and you assume he wants to keep his identity a secret from the public even if the store is empty for now. 

‘Hi Kook-ah.’ You can’t wipe the smile off your face when seeing the handsome man in front of you.

‘Hey’ he says back quietly.

You can tell that he isn’t feeling his normal self, even only knowing him for a short amount of time, he’s very easy to read,

‘I’m sorry you’re having a bad day Kook.’ You say sympathetically. You can really see in his eyes that something is weighing on him, ‘is there anything I can do to help?’

You watch as Jungkook seems to pause to think something over. You can see the focus in his eyes change,

‘Actually there is something you can do. You get off work soon right?’ Jungkook asks timidly

‘Yeah probably about 5 minutes and then I can leave. Why?’ You ask, although you’re kind of hoping this is heading in the direction you think it is.

‘Would you want to go on a date? With me?’ Jungkook asks, and you can see the hopeful shine in his bright eyes.

‘I’d love to but,’ You watch as Jungkook visibly deflates at your answer and just as he opens his mouth to voice his acceptance of your rejection you continue, ‘I’m not really dressed for a date right now.’ You finish with a laugh.

‘Oh,’ That is not what Jungkook was expecting you to say, ‘Well, uh, me neither, but we can just keep it casual?’ He asks, hopeful again.

‘That sounds nice,’ you agree, ‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Well there’s a little restaurant with the best pork belly, and they have a private booth so we don’t have to worry about anything. Then we can see from there?’ The restaurant in question is one Jungkook occupies frequently with Jimin. It’s actually the place where he confirmed Jimin’s crush on Taehyung many months ago. 

‘Oh should I wear a mask too? Would it help?’ You ask

‘No it should be fine. I know the owner so we can go in the side entrance, and it’ll lead right to the private room where we can eat.

…

The ride over to the restaurant was uneventful; other than the obvious fact that Jungkook drives a nice car. The Mercedes looked brand new on the inside and outside, almost like it was barely driven. He turned up the radio, and instead of awkward silence overwhelming the two of you, Jungkook filled the silence with light singing to the songs on the radio while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

When you pulled up to the restaurant Jungkook took his phone out which you had heard buzzing a lot on the drive over. You thought he was going to answer the incessant messaging when he suddenly turned his phone off altogether,

‘Everything okay?’ You asked quietly so as not to scare him in the quiet atmosphere that had taken over his car.

‘Yeah. Let’s go in’ He said, trying to change the subject from whatever had been going on behind his phone screen.

You both get out of his car and head toward the side door of the restaurant, and as you open the door you’re overwhelmed by the aroma of grilled meat. Just like he said earlier, the side door is directly across from a small room with a table and chairs in it. There’s a large door that separates the room from the hallway that leads to the rest of the restaurant where you can hear the bustling of people eating their meals and chatting. He walks straight into the room and you follow him, and he then reaches behind you and slides the door shut to give you two some privacy,

‘I messaged the owner earlier that we are heading over. They’ll only open the door when they’re taking our order or bringing food so I can relax.’ He says quietly, ‘sorry we can’t go out on a real date.’ 

While he was talking you took your seats at the table, and when he voices his insecurity you reach across the table and grab his hand, ‘This is a real date Junkook. If anything it’s better because we get the whole room to ourselves.’ You reassure him, laughing quietly.

Jungkook can’t believe he’s found a girl who is so understanding of his situation. He’s never really dated, but he’s heard from his friends how hard it can be on some girls when it seems like your boyfriend is only trying to hide you away. His hyungs have told him about the times where girls have gotten angry or cried because they’re unhappy about having to hide on a date. But that’s the thing with dating an idol. It sounds amazing to be able to date an idol in theory, but there are a lot of hurdles to jump over in reality.  It isn’t about the glamor of showing off your boyfriend. It’s about being accommodating and understanding. There’s a lot of patience necessary to be able to work around crazy and unexpected schedules. If anything, dating an idol requires real, true feelings because you have to care for someone a lot to be able to work around everything that comes with the idol territory.

He snaps out of his daydream to see you looking over the menu, 

‘We should get the pork belly and maybe some marinated beef to grill with all the side dishes.’ He suggests and you can’t help but smile at the way he gets excited at the thought of the food you’ll be eating. You close your menu,

‘That sounds great. I’ll take your recommendation since you’re the regular,’ you pause for a moment to gauge his reaction, and all you’re met with is his bright smile, ‘I have to say, I’m kind of sad I’m not the only place you visit regularly.’ You jokingly pout.

‘Well, the convenience store doesn’t have pork belly, unfortunately.’ You know he’s joking, but the way he pouts at the thought makes you smile.

You’re interrupted by the waitress coming into the room to take your order. Jungkook recites what you’ve decided on and makes sure to tell her to bring a generous amount of meat. The older lady who was taking your order reassures him that she’ll make sure her ‘international super star’ is well fed. Her statement leaves Junkook a blushing mess while you break out into laughter.

‘Ignore her,’ Jungkook mumbles while patting his cheeks to try and combat the redness.

‘It’s too bad,’ you start, ‘I guess you can’t be my international superstar since she’s already claimed you.’ You finish with an amused pout.

Jungkook looks up at you wide eyed and still, despite his best efforts, rosy cheeked,

‘Oh she’s just–I’ve uh you know,’ Junkook is cutely stumbling over his words, ‘We come here a lot.’

It’s amusing to see how he can go from returning your flirty remarks to being shy and embarrassed. He’s definitely more confident over text, and as you’ve already seen, the more time you spend together, the more open he becomes.

You suppose it comes with the territory of his job; he can’t go around telling everyone the details of his life because he’ll never know who might use that against him.

Jungkook decides to change the subject to get your attention away from his embarrassment,

‘How was work today? Anything exciting?’ He asks, and this is one thing you’re already admiring about Jungkook. A lot of people ask questions similar to this almost as an obligation, and they don’t really seem to care for the answer. But when Jungkook asks, you have his full attention, and he genuinely cares.

‘Nothing exciting really. This is the best part of my day so far. How about yours? You said you weren’t having the best day at work?’ You ask, concerned.

‘I just had a fight with one of my hyungs. It’s not a big deal.’ Jungkook says, and the way he dismisses it makes you want to comfort him,

‘It’s a big deal if it makes you upset, Kook-ah.’ You say, trying to reassure him. You can already see a subtle change in his mood, and you don’t want to upset him on your date, ‘We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.’

And as if on cue, the waitress brings out your food to start grilling, and Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze and a confident smile before returning his hand to his lap.

…

After talking about Jungkook’s day at work, you two quickly moved on to other topics while he grilled the meat for you. The late lunch was filled with laughter and full bellies. Jungkook can eat, and after the initial servings you were brought, he asked for more meat and then dessert. 

The afternoon was full of seeing quirks of his personality come out from the guarded personality he usually maintains. You’ve quickly discovered that his huge smile makes butterflies dance in your stomach. It’s so endearing to see that even though he’s someone who lives such an extravagant life and has what most people would assume is everything he could ever want, the small miniscule things in life are what he gets excited over.

Once you’ve cleared your plates, you’re absolutely stuffed, ‘I’m gonna have to start training now if I want to keep up with your appetite.’ You laugh. Jungkook laughs at your response too before he pauses for a moment and looks you in the eye,

‘You would wanna do this again?’ He asks timidly. You can’t help but be endeared by his apprehension, and he’s started tapping his fingers on the table nervously. You reach over and set your hand on top of his twitching fingers,

‘I would love to do this again, Jungkook.’ The change in his face is almost comical. He pauses as if to register your words, and then he grins from ear to ear, with his nose scrunch and smiley eyes beaming right at you.

Instead of saying anything in response Jungkook suddenly asks, 

‘Would you like to go on a walk along the river?’ His nervousness returns, and instead of looking at you, he keeps his eyes focused on where your hand is still laying over his on the table.

‘Let’s go.’ You say and give his hand a quick squeeze before standing up. You wait for him to lead the way out of the restaurant.

…

The drive to the river is mostly quiet, but not awkward, silence. The two of you were just sitting comfortably in each other’s presence. Out of the corner of your eye, you’re glancing down and admiring Jungkook’s tattooed hand resting on the gear shift. He has such long, pretty fingers, and the tattoos just add to the attractiveness on his hands. Hands, for you, always reveal a lot about people. Whether they’re clean, dirty, scarred, clean nails, or dirty nails. The way he’s tapping his fingers along to the music playing on the radio brings other things to mind. You’re broken out of your thoughts by Jungkook’s voice, 

‘It’s snowing.’ He says quietly, and true to his word you look out the window to see snow falling delicately from the sky, ‘I love the snow’ he murmurs.

‘Me too,’ You reply, ‘It’s so pretty and calm.’ He doesn’t say anything in response, but you don’t need him to. As he parks near the river, you just sit in the car admiring the snow fall,

‘Oh no,’ You say quietly, ‘My shoes are going to get wet.’ You say as you look between your not at all waterproof shoes and the few inches of snow that have fallen on your drive over.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything; he just gets out of the car and rounds the front to your side. He puts his mask back on, and he pulls his hood up, presumably to keep himself hidden from the few people in the park. Jungkook opens your door and you can see his eyes crinkle in delight above his mask,

‘Hop on,’ he says and turns around crouching a little low.

‘What? No. I’ll be fine.’ You protest. He glances back over his shoulder and jerks his head in a ‘come on’ motion. Something tells you he’s not going to give this up. Luckily the snow hasn’t really stuck to the parking lot yet, just the grass you’ll be walking through. You step out onto the concrete and then set your hands on his shoulders. You jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands come up to wrap around your thighs just above your knees. He hoists you up a little higher, and as your legs squeeze him tighter, you can feel how built he is beneath his baggy clothes,

‘Ready?’ He asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice, presumably smug about getting to show off his strength. You confirm that you’re ready, and he heads off toward the river.

‘Let me know if you get tired,’ You tell him quietly, ‘I can deal with wet shoes for a little bit.

He scoffs in response and just mutters a small agreement almost as if it’s offensive to insinuate that he would get tired.

‘Oh sorry, I meant thank you my big strong Kookie. Carry me to the ends of the earth,’ You finish with a laugh and reach around to pinch his cheek. He turns his head away from your hand, embarrassed and he mumbles quietly,

‘I’ll drop you.’ 

You answer with a gasp, ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Now you’re both laughing, and you’re approaching the path along the river. 

‘Ok you can let me down now. The path doesn’t look wet.’ You say and try to break your legs out from his grasp. He makes a noise of disagreement and doesn’t let go. You struggle to get down even going as far to give a light smack to the top of his shoulder. You’re both laughing as you playfully wrestle out of his grip, and as you’re doing so, you manage to get one of your legs out of his hands. As your foot meets the ground it connects with his which was taking a step forward. Suddenly the view of the river that you’d been watching as you approached spins around as Jungkook’s feet slip out from underneath him. You both tumble to the ground, and you close your eyes, expecting to feel the impact of the ground. When you open them and reorient yourself, you look down to see Jungkook laying underneath you, the part of his cheeks that you can see bright red but his eyes reveal that there’s a huge smile on his face.

You both break out into hysterical laughter,

‘I can’t believe you actually dropped me.’ You say, unable to contain your giggles at the sight of his embarrassment.

‘That was not my fault,’ he vehemently protests. He’s still refusing to meet your eyes.

‘It definitely was.’ You say back and stick your tongue out at him.

Jungkook pulls his mask down to do it back to you, and once he’s smiling again you can’t help but to admire how handsome he really is. He finally makes eye contact with you, and you see his eyes glance down toward your lips. You do the same to him. Eyes glancing down to his lips, admiring the small beauty mark beneath his bottom lip. There’s a hitch in his breath as he slowly starts to lean toward you, eyelids drooping. You throw caution into the wind and quickly close the distance between your mouths. 

Underneath you, Jungkook doesn’t have a care in the world. The snowy ground underneath him slowly dampens his clothes. Your lips are moving against his languidly, and Jungkook can’t help but to lean into you.

He’s never had a kiss quite like this one; there’s emotion behind the way your lips move against his. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and his stomach is tingling with excitement. It’s like you’ve lit a fire inside of him, and he can’t help but to think that kissing you is one of his favorite things to do. 

You can’t believe the rush of emotions coursing through your veins. His lips are soft and warm, and the way they move against yours makes you feel like your heart is going to implode. Jungkook is a great kisser, and you never want him to stop. Finally, as you’re running out of breath, you pull back. 

You both stare at each other breathing heavily, and before you can think of anything to say, Jungkook’s hand is coming to cup the side of your face. He gently runs his thumb along your cheekbone where a snowflake is melting against your skin, and then he guides you forward so your lips can meet again.

After a moment, you break away from him laughing,

‘As much as I’d love to keep doing that, my knees are cold.’ You tell him. It’s then that he looks down and sees your knees in the snow on opposite sides of his waist. He clears his throat and awkwardly avoids eye contact; he hadn’t realized that you were straddling him the whole time.

You stand up and offer a hand to pull him up,

‘Oh, your back is covered in snow, you’re going to freeze.’ You’re worried about him, and you reach around to wipe the snow off of his jacket, but the damage is done. His back is soaked through.

Jungkook didn’t even feel cold until he stood up and you stopped kissing him, ‘Let’s go back to the car.’ He mumbles. Still slightly embarrassed at the position you’d been in, and a little embarrassed about falling.

You laugh at him and grab his hand to pull him back toward the car. There’s no sense in worrying about wet shoes, when your pants are soaked.

When you reach the car, he turns the heat up to full blast to try and warm up. Jungkook looks into the back and pulls out an extra puffer coat from behind him and tries to offer it to you. It’s cute the way he wordlessly does things he’s shy about,

‘You’re the one who’s shirt is soaked. You need to wear it.’ You say, pushing away his that is trying to give you the coat.

‘I don’t need it.’ He protests.

“Jungkook, you were laying in the snow. You need it more than I do.’ He doesn’t listen to you, and instead reaches over and lays the coat over your legs. You shoot him a glare in return before taking the coat and throwing it back into his lap. This causes him to crack a smile, and he tries to give it to you again. Instead you curl up in your seat and face the window with your arms crossed to try and keep him from putting it over your lap again.

‘__-ah,’ He’s laughing even more now, ‘Take my coat.’ You can hear the amusement laced in his tone, but despite his insistence you keep ignoring him. ‘__-ah look at me.’ He gives a light push to your shoulder from behind.

Once he realizes you’re not giving up on ignoring him, he huffs out a frustrated sigh before relenting, ‘Fine, I’ll wear it.’ You can hear the shuffling of the coat's material, and when you peek over your shoulder to see if he’s actually wearing it, he’s sitting with a pout on his lips but with a warm coat over his shoulders.

‘Good boy,’ you say and pat his cheek before returning to sitting normally in your seat. His cheeks turn red at your mocking praise and he averts his gaze once again. You can’t help but want to tease him further,

‘Hey, Koo,’ you say quietly, and when he turns his head to meet your gaze,surprised at the nickname, you surge forward to give him a quick peck on the lips once more.

He’s so flustered he doesn’t have time to process your actions, and once you’re comfortably back in your seat and smiling at him, 

‘You’re evil’ he mutters.

‘And you’re cute’ you quip back

Jungkook becomes a mess all over again, and then he wordlessly starts to back out of the parking spot. Once he’s about to turn onto the road, he realizes he doesn’t know where you live,

‘Can you put your address in?’ He gestures to the built-in GPS in his car.

… 

Once Jungkook has made it to your apartment, he decides to walk you to your door. You make sure he’s all covered up before making your way in the building. Once you’re in the safety of the elevator, you reach over to grab his hand, and you silently start to play with his fingers. You trace the tattoos on the back of his hand that read ARMY,

‘Those are our fans.’ Jungkook informs, and he points to the numbers under his thumb, ‘And that’s the day we debuted as a group.’ He then explains the meaning of the purple heart and the two trapezoids. You watch as a smile takes over his face, and his eyes take on this specific shine,

‘You really love what you do, huh?’ You ask.

The question looks like it startles him out of his daydream. His eyes are wide as he looks at you before a proud smile takes over, ‘Yeah, I really love what I do.’

Before you can say anything else, the doors to the elevator open to your floor. You walk out and down the hall to your door at the very end,

‘This is my place.’ You tell him. He looks almost disappointed for the night to be ending, and you think about inviting him inside but before you can he surprises you again. He drops your hand and reaches up to cup your cheeks, and he leans in again for another kiss. He conveys his happiness into the kiss–you can feel the upward tilt to the corners of his lips as they move against yours. Jungkook pulls away and gives you a look of admiration before quietly saying, ‘Goodnight __’

You reach up once more to give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth, ‘Goodnight Koo.’ With that you turn around and open your door. You can hear Jungkook’s retreating footsteps, and you turn around one last time to see him looking at you from in front of the elevator doors. Instead of saying anything you send him a wink, and before you can see his reaction, you dart inside the comfort of your apartment.

…

After showering and changing into clothes, you grab your phone to see messages from Jungkook.

From: Jungkook🦋

I had a great time tonight

Hopefully we can see each other soon

Goodnight

To: Jungkook🦋

I had a great time, too

I’d like that

Let me know what you want to do?

From: Jungkook🦋

Oh! you said you like dogs

You could come see my dog?

To: Jungkook🦋

Is that supposed to be a play on the ‘do you want to see my cat’ thing?

Because I think it’s a little early for that😅

From: Jungkook🦋

__, I don’t have a cat…?

To: Jungkook🦋

Goodnight Koo😂

Over The Odds Collection

ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook, smut, angst, fluff, S2L

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holy. shit.

moving day (explicit)

genre: domestic-ass smut (honestly kind of fluffy bc i am Whipped For Min Yoongi)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: you manage to entice your boyfriend into taking a break from unloading boxes to unload something else instead.

word count: 2.6k

contains: explicit sexual content bloop bloop !!! established relationship, up to you if it's idol-verse or not idk 🤷‍♀️, cunnilingus, blowjob, reader gets a facial oop, tiny bit of praise kink, long-haired yoongi with a hair tie on his wrist 🥵🥵, yoongi has domestic soft dom energy, reader is yoongisexual lmao

A/N: my water sign placements really Jumped out with this one...... that's all i'll say lmao i am lowkey embarrazzed and not responsible for any delulu feelings this may stir up 👀👀 BUT BOY IT SURE WAS NICE TO WRITE A YOONGI THAT ISN'T THE ONE FROM LDOMLT !!! even i need a break from that asshole sometimes 😂 hope y'all enjoyyyyy 💜

this is also on AO3!

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“Remind me again why we didn’t hire movers?” The question comes out strained as you struggle to lift a particularly heavy box.

Your boyfriend watches you carefully to make sure you’re lifting safely– if you have to hear him say ‘with your knees, not your back’ one more time, you think you might lose it. Then he grabs another box off the truck and follows you up the drive to the house.

“I didn’t realize you had so much crap,” he says with a wry laugh. You make a mental note to get him back for that later.

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple, and when you finally deposit the box on the kitchen floor, you reach up to wipe it away with the back of your hand. The heat wave that’s been ongoing for the last few weeks is stifling, but Yoongi made a huge fuss about not turning on the AC until you got everything off the truck. Something about how you’d just be leaving the door open, and he’s not going to waste money to air condition the entire street.

Your boyfriend is such an old man sometimes, honestly. He’s lucky you love him.

Yoongi’s mouth pulls down at the corners as he struggles to read the label on the box in his arms, determining where he needs to drop it. It’s one of the many endearing faces he makes that you find so sexy, even though you objectively shouldn’t. A little thrill of excitement runs through you at the reminder that this is, in fact, really happening. You’ll get to see all of him, every morning and every night.

His face, and… You follow him down the hall, appreciating the view. His cute little butt, and…

Gingerly setting the box on the floor, he stands upright and sweeps his hair off his forehead for a moment in an attempt to cool down. His hair.

Yoongi claims he hasn’t gotten it cut because he’s been so busy with all the planning and packing required for the move, and maybe that’s true. You have also threatened to burn down any salon he makes an appointment with, and it was a joke, but god. He looks so fucking good like this. If he actually admitted to keeping it long just to make you happy, you’d probably propose on the spot.

He glances up and catches you openly staring, sticking his tongue out to indicate how overheated he is. Then he waggles his eyebrows and your core throbs a little. Fucking hell, the things this man does to you.

Your heart jumps in your chest as he walks back down the hallway to close the distance between you. Before you have time to process it, his thigh is slotting between your legs, his hips pinning you against the wall as he finds your lips with his own. It’s enough to make you gasp into his mouth, and you can feel his smug smile at your reaction.

Yoongi loves to make you come undone.

He pulls away far too quickly, and you whine a little at him leaving you unsatisfied. Not that you could ever get enough of kissing him, but you’d at least like to try.

“Come on,” his voice is quiet and low in his throat. “We’re nearly done with these boxes. Then we can properly christen this place.”

You don’t want to move any more stupid boxes. You want him to turn you around and take you right up against the wall. But you lose your will to argue when he gently strokes your arm with his hand, and you look down to see the thin black elastic around his wrist.

Since the two of you got together, your friends have relentlessly bullied you for this fact: you are insanely whipped for your boyfriend. They’ve dubbed you “Yoongisexual” at this point because literally anything he does becomes a kink for you. Including the simple act of wearing a hair tie around his wrist. It’s something you’ve done for most of your life, so when he kept complaining about his long hair getting in the way, you bought him a pack of elastics, mostly as a joke.

But then he started wearing one around his wrist, and you realized very quickly that it was no longer a joke.

You slip a finger under the thin black band and tug on it gently, and he smirks at you, because you both know exactly what he uses it for. “Soon. I promise.”

As much as you want to be good and do what you’re told, you’ve run out of patience. When Yoongi moves to head for the front door again, you tighten your grip around his wrist, forcing him to turn back to you. Then you slide his hand up your skirt and beneath the waistband of your panties so he can feel how soaked you are.

“How am I supposed to go back to lifting boxes when you did this to me?”

A groan escapes his lips as his fingers brush over your drenched folds and circle around your warm, wet center. You smile because you know damn well you’re on equal footing in this relationship: Yoongi is entirely whipped for you, too.

He presses one of his perfect fingers into your tight heat, curling it to rub circles on your g-spot, and you inhale sharply at the feeling. Your head tilts back against the wall, your eyes fluttering closed. “Ah, fuck.”

Yoongi grunts in response, and when you open your eyes again to take him in, he’s looking at you like he’s ready to devour you.

Withdrawing his hand from your panties, he slips the other between your back and the wall, encouraging you to stand up and move towards the kitchen. You follow the direction of his touch, knees instantly a little weak. When he guides you to the island in the center of the wide, sunny room, you turn back to him in confusion.

He wastes no time on explanation, arms wrapping just under your ass to pick you up and set you easily on the counter. You squeak at unexpectedly being lifted off the ground like it’s nothing: he really is getting shredded from all those Pilates classes.

Yoongi is already working to strip you of your shoes and socks, and the look on his face is so focused, with a blazing intensity that’s bordering on anger. Fuck, you love it when he gets like this. It only takes him a matter of seconds to finish the task, and then his hands are reaching up your thighs.

“What about the boxes?” You ask demurely.

“I don’t give a shit.” Yoongi says, his voice deadly serious. “The neighbors can have them.”

You lift your hips to assist as he pushes your skirt up and grabs the band of your thong, pulling it down and off of you entirely. He sends it sailing over to the other side of the kitchen, and now there’s nothing separating your cunt from the cold marble countertop. He grabs you by the hips and scoots you forward just a little more, until your ass is almost hanging off the edge of the island.

You want it so bad, but there’s still a tiny part of you that protests. You have to say it. “But Yoongi, this is where we’re going to eat.”

When he glances up at you, quirking an eyebrow, you realize what you’ve set him up for. “I know,” he says coolly. “What do you think I’m doing?”

Just as you open your mouth to argue, Yoongi reaches for the hair tie on his wrist, deliberately poking at your known weakness. Pulling it off, he places it between his teeth as his hands reach up to run through his hair. He rakes the dark strands back into a small, low ponytail at the base of his neck, then grabs the elastic out of his mouth and loops it around a few times until it's secure.

You think to yourself that you have no idea how you got so lucky, and then he brings his mouth to you and that thought is reinforced a thousand fold.

With a heady sigh of relief, you lean back, bracing yourself on your elbows and draping your legs over his shoulders. Yoongi’s already groaning against you as he slides his tongue up your dripping wet folds. He loves the way you taste, would spend hours between your legs if you’d let him– which sometimes you absolutely do. And he’s fucking good at it.

It would be impossible to make a full ranked list of all the things you love about your boyfriend, but his tongue is definitely in the top five. He traces it up to settle at your clit, flicking against the sensitive bud with short, deft strokes, and you make a mental correction as you groan and buck up into him. Top three.

He slips two fingers into your pussy this time, and your next moan is nearly a sob as he starts to press down hard with them against your front wall, matching the rhythm of his tongue. “Yes, baby, fuuuuuck,” you cry out.

“Mm-hmm,” Yoongi hums in response against your cunt, and the buzz of his mouth drives you fucking crazy, as does the satisfied look on his face that you see when you glance down. Your boyfriend loves doing things he’s good at, which certainly includes making you come.

And you’re already close to the edge, a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of you as he takes you apart so expertly. You’re sure you’ve made a mess of the counter beneath your ass.

You’re so worked up now, inches from your orgasm, that you can’t keep quiet, moans interspersed with breathless swearing and pleading.

“Fuck, Yoongi, please, don’t fucking stop,” you whimper, and his pace only increases slightly, his perfect rhythm never faltering. You can hear the squelch of his fingers curled inside you, the slick slip of his tongue across your clit, flicking over and over, and your legs are starting to shake.

“Ohhh shit,” you groan loudly as you feel your core start to tighten around him. You reach one hand forward to brush a few loose strands of hair off his forehead, reveling in his absolute perfection as your climax approaches. “God fucking dammit, Yoongi, yes, yes–” your words break off with a loud moan as the wave of pleasure surges and your walls begin to pulse. Your arms tremble with the effort of keeping you propped up as your orgasm rips through you, your back arching violently.

It feels like you’re coming forever, and Yoongi gently slows his pace to ride you through it, your cunt fluttering around his fingers again and again. He waits until you give a soft whine of overstimulation, then finally withdraws, trailing light kisses along your hips and thighs.

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” you manage to gasp, and you hear him laugh a little.

“Come show me how much,” he instructs, and you don’t need any more encouragement. Your legs threaten to give out as you slip off the counter, and you sink to your knees as gently as possible to avoid banging them on the wood floor. You pull his dick out of his sweatpants and can’t help but make a soft, appreciative noise at the weight and thickness of him in your hand.

You’ve never dated anyone who gets as hard as Yoongi does just from performing oral. When you think back on your exes, you usually had to coax them to attention after eating you out. But you’ve never had that problem with Yoongi. You swear he nearly gets as much pleasure from it as you do.

This thought is all but confirmed when you take him in your mouth, tasting the salt of the pre-cum that’s already leaked out of his tip, and he groans at the feeling. “I’m not gonna last long, baby,” he admits, and you take that as a challenge.

You grip his thighs with your hands and start to bob your mouth along his length, hollowing your cheeks and applying extra pressure with your tongue in exactly the way you know he likes. You swear you feel his knees nearly buckle.

“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “Good girl. Just like that.” You hum a little, pleased at the praise, and pick up the pace at which you’re swallowing him down.

Yoongi doesn’t babble quite as much as you do when he’s close, instead preferring to make heady little grunts and groans; they’re the sexiest sounds in the world as far as you’re concerned. The low timbre of his voice is enough to make your cunt flutter back to life, as is the way he squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back, hips bucking into your mouth to match your pace.

“Baby,” he groans, and you glance up at him again, not letting your tempo change. “Wanna paint your face, fuck. Can I?”

He doesn’t do it particularly often, but you know finishing on your face is something Yoongi loves. It’s one of the many, many things you had no interest in until this man waltzed into your life and pulled out all the freakiest parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

Which is why when he asks, you don’t hesitate. You slide off him with a wet pop and sit back on your heels, staring up at him with your eyes wide and your tongue out.

“Goddamn,” he grunts as he brings his hand to his cock, pumping himself hard and fast. “So fucking good for me.” He only has to stroke a few more times before he makes a final strangled whine, white ropes of cum spilling out of him and across your waiting face and tongue.

Yoongi milks every last drop out with a few gasps of effort, and you giggle a little despite yourself. You just love him, every part, every noise.

As if he can read your mind, he says it back. “Love you. Fuck.”

You try to hold your head still to keep any rogue drops from running into your eyes. Yoongi looks around, and you see a worried expression start to cross his face as he tucks his dick into his pants.

“Shit, baby. I don’t think we’ve unpacked the towels yet.” Your shoulders shake a little in more disbelieving giggles. “Hang on, hang on,” he calls back to you as he disappears out of the kitchen, moving quickly.

It’s only for a brief moment that you have to just sit there and laugh, beads of cum trailing down your jaw, and then he returns, dropping onto his knees next to you. He’s holding the roll of paper towels you’ve been using to clear errant dust in the new house as you go.

“Should have planned ahead. Let me clean you up.” Yoongi says softly, tearing off a few sheets and dabbing at your face. He soaks through them quickly and has to grab more. “Fuck, you made me come a lot,” he says with an embarrassed laugh, and that only makes you laugh more.

He wipes the last of it from your temples, then lets the damp crumpled sheets drop to the kitchen floor, taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for a sweet, gentle kiss. You smile against his mouth in an overwhelming daze of happiness.

When you break away, he presses another quick kiss to your forehead, then murmurs against your hairline. “Well, that’s one room down. Let’s finish this up, and then you can help me decide if I should bend you over the couch or my desk first.” You bury your face in his shoulder at the mental image, and his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer. “God, I fucking love you.”