Heyyyaaa! Can We Have Smut-44 Eren Jaeger?

Heyyyaaa! Can we have smut-44 Eren Jaeger?

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ᨳ  ࣪ . 001. episode [6]: “is that a promise or a threat?” w/ eren jaeger

ᨳ  ࣪ . 002. w/c: 6.2k | c/w: smut (mdni), protected sex (for once), slight enemies to lovers, pet names (princess), f!reader, lots of teasing + pining, cervix kissing, breast play, masturbation (m!), semi public masturbation (eren does it in a library bathroom), bold!reader, dirty fantasies, I think that’s it! thank you so much for this request! idk how it got so long but it def had to do with bells, Nina, and Mia, so thank you all so much for all of your help! tagging: @myarlert, @broken-freedom @itsalicewickedmcgee

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You have a plan. 

A plan to push Eren Jaeger over the edge, beating him for the top position at the university for this semester.

It’s a simple plan, really, consisting of only two phases. However, you know you’re going to have so much fun initiating it.

———

Eren praises whoever gifted him his immense patience. The patience helps him not to loudly sigh at people who walk too slow at the grocery store or helps him not roll his eyes when someone speaks over him in class. 

His entire life, Eren Jaeger has perfected this smooth patience. It’s what helped him get through high school with a perfect GPA, getting him into almost all of the Ivy League universities with a scholarship to boot. He held his patience in an outstretched hand, poised taut with purposeful smiles dipped in a dangerous warning and calculated responses to anything asked of him. 

Eren Jaeger is confident in many things: his ability to focus, the patience he was so proud of, and his academics. He’s always been able to handle any curve ball thrown his way, shove down any distraction, and do anything to accomplish his goals.

Until it came to you. 

The dreaded finals season was turning the corner, and Eren despised that Professor Hange - as they insisted their students to call them - decided on partners for the final project. It wasn’t anything complicated - the report needed to consist of prominent research regarding advances in gene therapy; honestly, it was something Eren could do in his sleep. But with the mention of partners, Eren almost groaned out loud. 

He despised working with others - not when he knew he could do it much more proficiently on his own. He would be able to get his research done faster, find the appropriate sources in a more timely manner, and write the final paper in two afternoons, tops. So, when Professor Hange started calling off the group names, all Eren could do was stifle his groan, ruffling his hair in an annoyed fashion, and pray that he wouldn’t get stuck with a complete idiot. But then your name was called, and Eren suddenly wished he had drawn a complete idiot. 

The two of you had been academic rivals ever since your first year at the university, always trailing each other until one class - one paper - boosted one over the other. It was quite humorous for the other students to watch, with bets usually being placed to see who would score the top spot in the class for the semester. The previous semester, it was Eren, but the two before that? It was you. 

While it normally wouldn’t be a big deal to have an academic rival, you just so happened to be particularly taxing for Eren. Constantly annoying him every chance you got, it was the college equivalent of tugging on his hair on the playground and stepping on his feet in the lunch line. You were infuriatingly frustrating, and Eren couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that you two were paired together for this final, or maybe it was Professor Hange pulling some strings. Besides, everyone knew that professors heard all of the student gossip, making it almost certain that they knew of Eren’s rivalry with you. 

Perhaps this was simply some sort of strange experiment by the eccentric professor, pulling strings behind the scene to see what would happen by pairing together two of the most stubborn, intelligent students they had ever seen. 

So, with gritted teeth and a feigned smile, Eren reluctantly accepted your new partnership. He prepared himself for your usual smug snippiness, your looks always fully loaded with a cocked head and a prideful smirk. Eren made mental notes of all your previous encounters, remembering specific things he did to purposefully push your buttons, morphing that grin into a glare. With all his preparedness, Eren was almost excited to get together to work as a pair for the first time - he was certain that this time, it would be him putting you in your place.

Until you changed your behavior towards him entirely.

In all the years he’d known you, you had never acted like this before. Where your words used to be biting, prideful, inherently mean in nature, they were now lilted in a teasing tone, your eyes half-lidded as you stared at him in a way that had him gulping and his pants tightening. 

It was an improbable event that he had never anticipated, even though, statistically, improbable events occasionally occur. 

When you suggested studying together for the first time at the coffee shop on the corner of main street, Eren didn’t see any harm in it; he found himself agreeing to it reasonably quickly, even though it wasn’t his favorite place in the world. It was usually a bit loud and crowded, though Eren never had a difficult time focusing on what he needed to work on. 

Therefore, when he enters the coffee shop, it’s no surprise to him to see it buzzing with people, all crammed onto too-tiny tables and small booths with mugs of caffeine gripped between tensed palms. Shrugging his backpack as the small chime on the door rings through his ears, Eren cranes his head to look for you. His glasses slide down his nose a bit when someone bumps into him - a short apology uttered a second later - and he can already feel the annoyance spark through his body. 

“Eren!” 

The sound of his name has him looking towards the back wall to see you, nestled in a corner booth with two coffees on the table before you. 

The knowledge that you ordered coffee for him didn’t phase Eren, no; what completely threw him for a fucking loop, though, was the tight sundress you wore, just barely enough fabric to cover your thighs. 

You look like a sin, and Eren finds himself wondering how such an intelligent person could look like that. While Eren still finds himself reeling, he takes a steely breath, reminding himself that he’s dealt with an entire week of this change in attitude from you, so he can handle one coffee-study date, even with you looking more delicious than the overpriced coffee.

This entire week - ever since Professor Hange announced the partnerships - you seemed hell-bent on throwing Eren off of his game; you’d flirt with him constantly, shifting his focus from school and causing his mind to go haywire. Lately, more often than not, Eren found his daydreams lingering around you, fantasies being pushed into his head that he would prefer to ignore - all because of your stupid mouth and inability to shut up.

You were merely a week into your relentless flirting - a seemingly endless game of cat-and-mouse - and it has Eren’s composure fraying at the seams, set to crumble with just one more lewd phrase that threatens to slip past your lips. 

You wave at him from the red vinyl booth, and already - with just one glance from you - Eren feels a bit breathless, a bit too frazzled for his liking. He tries to smoothly make his way over to you, trying so hard not to blatantly stare at your thighs or breasts. 

“You okay there, Jaeger?” your annoyingly satisfied voice breaks through his thoughts, sitting down across from you. “You seem a bit distracted. Anything I can help with?”

You punctuate your words with one of those shit-eating grins you seem to thrive on, leaning over the table and peering at him curiously. The glint in your eyes is dangerous, he remembers noting all those years ago, when you first started this little rivalry; he isn’t immune to how gorgeous you look when your entire face lights up when you’re questioning a topic, whether it was something in class that particularly interested you, or something else.

In this case, that “something else” just so happens to be him. 

Eren swallows thickly at the way your lashes blink up at him, knocking your head to the side to try and draw a reaction out of him. He finds it increasingly difficult to focus on his work when you look at him like that, invading his space in that annoying way you do when you’re looking for his attention. Really, that intense focus he’s been so proud of his entire life suddenly flits out the window when he can feel the heat radiating off of your body like a furnace, so close to him that your knee grazes his and your fingertips teasingly brush by his arm.

His leg feels like it’s burning when you knowingly press yours against him, goosebumps rising along his skin where the pads of your fingers leave fleeting touches against his skin. 

Eren swears that he’s going to go insane - his heart is furiously pounding in his chest, a prickling sensation creeping along his back until he feels his palms sweating. You’re just so close to him, and he feels like his brain is going haywire with the intense buzzing that short-circuits across his body. 

“Hey to you, too,” Eren simply states, praying that he doesn’t sound nearly as flustered as he feels. “Ready to get started?” 

You feel a bit let down at his curt reply, but quickly throw a smile on your face, pulling out your laptop and research papers you’d gathered. 

“Okay, here’s what I have so far…” you trail off, abandoning your previous mission to focus on your academics.

Surprisingly, you and Eren work quite well as a team. Always smoothly picking up where the other left off, building on each other’s theses in a way that complemented them, and adding helpful points to any sources the other may have found the previous night.

Eren has to admit that it’s more fun than he originally thought it would be, and he finds himself enjoying your time together more and more. 

That is, when you’re not being a complete fucking tease. 

You’re able to study like that for about two hours, helpfully finishing the outline of your paper and comparing primary research articles you’d both found. It was nice - until you decide that you’ve gotten a bit bored. Eren’s reactions are always so cute, his brows scrunching as he peers at the laptop screen, green eyes narrowed as he latched onto every line of text. His brown hair messily thrown up in a haphazard half-bun, some loose strands falling out of the band and just begging for your hands to tangle in them. His glasses slip down his nose as he bites his lip in concentration, a distracted finger coming up to push the glasses back up to settle properly on his face. 

Feeling restless, a warm heat flushes through your body, settling annoyingly comfortable between your thighs; you finally decide to enact part of your plan.  

Phase One: Get Rid of Eren Jaeger’s “Un-Fucking-Bothered” Attitude.

“...or this article could work as the fifth primary source - except for the fact that it’s all in French, and I haven’t brushed up on my French since high school. So maybe we should rule that one out - what are you doing?”

Eren stops mid-sentence, his bright green eyes widening at the sight of you plucking his half-empty coffee cup from his side of the table. Your fingers are nimble as you wrap them around the white mug, tilting your head when you look at him. Bringing the warm coffee up to your lips, you don’t break eye contact with him, and Eren swears he’s never been so aroused watching someone take a drink of something before. 

It’s not long - merely a small sip, just to see his reaction - before you set the cup back down again, still eyeing the boy across from you. You revel in the slight pink that dusts his cheeks - a rare occurrence that you’ve grown more and more fond of lately, and you feel the pride building inside of you.  

Eren’s eyes are latched onto you, staring at you as you swipe your tongue along your bottom lip, catching any dregs of bitter coffee there. He feels entranced, completely enamored with how you suddenly lean over the table, your breasts pressing against the thin fabric of your sundress, never breaking eye contact with him. Your gaze is all-consuming, pinning him to the spot, and Eren swears he can’t even breathe when you look at him like that. 

“What’s the matter, Eren?” you ask, the side of your lips quirking up in a knowing grin as you watch him stutter. “It’s not like I bite or anything.”

He tries taking a bite of his muffin, but at your words and the hidden insinuation behind them, Eren suddenly chokes. His thoughts are swimming with what you mean, wondering what you could possibly be talking about, and if you aimed that for him.

You watch, amused, as Eren flounders, searching for the perfect biting remark that seems to fail him. Without him even noticing, you begin to gather your belongings, noting that, for today, your job here is done. 

“Unless, of course, you want me to,” you finish, the smug tone in your voice never faltering as you stand up, shrugging your bag over your shoulders. You don’t miss how Eren’s face turns beet red, the tips of his ears heating up to a cute pink as he starts to cough, leaning over the booth’s table to ground himself. You pay him no mind, making your way over to the side of his booth, before leaving him with your final attack for the day. 

Careful to not let the back of your dress ride up too much, you lean down next to Eren, your lips brushing by the curve of his ear. 

“By the way,” you start, voice a mere whisper as you wait for Eren’s reaction. You watch as his fingers tighten over the edge of the table, knuckles turning white with an effort to, what? Restrain himself? Hold himself back? You hope so. 

“I’m not wearing any panties,” you comment, as if it was simply a passing phrase. With one last smile against his ear, you quickly stand up, throwing a wave over your shoulder to make your way out of the coffee shop. 

Eren feels the last shred of restraint he has thinning, pulling taut inside of him as he grips onto his mug, now stained with a slight imprint of your lip gloss. All he can do is blink dazedly, distractedly bringing his cup to his lips, just over where yours just were a minute ago. He can’t even taste the faint flavor of vanilla there, eyes latched on to where you were previously sitting. 

Eren feels his heart pounding in his chest, his fingers tightened in a fist on his knee as he stares at the obvious wet spot you left on the red vinyl of your booth, and he swears his cock has never been more stiff in his life.

———

A few days later, your teasing antics still aren’t relenting, and Eren is certain he’s going to have a heart attack. 

Eren had hoped that choosing the library would be a safe spot - no one got turned on at the library, right? But, as usual with you, Eren was sorely proven wrong. He was grateful when you decided to wear normal clothes this time, but it didn’t stop his imagination from running wild when you still insisted on retaining your teasing antics.

They’re simple: fleeting glances when your gazes meet, lingering touches when you lean forward - but it’s all driving Eren insane, and he really doesn’t think he has enough willpower to get through much more of this. 

Your bold actions from the coffee shop still plague his mind, invading even his dreams until he wakes up in a cold sweat, cock achingly stiff in his sweatpants.

 The amount of times he’s had to get off to the idea of you is even more embarrassing than the knowledge that, lately, Eren could only get off to you. Nothing else worked - his mind would only accept fantasies of you, like how you would look on your knees, the half-lidded look you seem to love to give him viewed from a different angle. It’s all he can think about, and Eren knows it will eventually come back to bite him in the ass. 

“...is that okay? Eren?” your voice permeates through his reverie, knocking him out of his daydreams where he seems to like you so much better. “Sorry. What was that?” he asks, fiddling with his pencil in the other hand. Eren chooses to ignore the knowing grin you shoot him, your brow raising as you look at him suspiciously. 

“As I was saying…” you continue, finally breaking your gaze from him and looking back at your computer. Your fingers trail over a few paragraphs - explaining something about how the formatting is off, not matching the recommended structure of a professional research paper - but Eren can hardly bring himself to pay attention. 

Instead of listening to you, he watches how your fingers pad across the computer screen, just barely brushing across it in a way that would have him wincing if it was anyone else. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, thoroughly enamored with the topic of genetics as you reference two of your primary sources. You look beautiful to him, Eren realizes, especially when you’re speaking about something you’re so obviously passionate about.

The sudden awareness is shocking, and Eren desperately wants to shove the thought back deep down into the corners of his mind. 

“Eren, you okay?” you ask, slightly concerned as he seems more unfocused than usual. You hadn’t even been super teasing today - laying off to pay full attention to the assignment. Yes, while this little game is fun, you know that you have to actually work on it in order to make a good grade - that was most important.

“Y-yeah, fine,” Eren relents, rubbing his palms on his jeans as he turns his attention back to you. “So, about the format, right?”

And, really, Eren tries to focus - he really does. The boy should be given a gold star for how intently he tries to listen to you, adding in helpful points here and there to further boost your argument. But the thoughts from earlier continue dragging his mind through the gutter, and when your knee accidentally brushes his underneath the table, Eren nearly jumps out of his seat.

You look at him shocked, leaning away to peer at his incredibly flushed face. “Okay Eren, what is it?” you ask, glaring a bit accusatorily at him. And, at that look, Eren almost loses it. All he wants to do is bed you over the table of your private little study room and fuck that stupid look off your face; you know exactly what’s wrong with him - exactly why he’s acting like this. It’s all because of you and how you’ve been pushing and pulling at the strings holding him together. All Eren wants to do is fuck that bratty attitude out of you, wipe that pleased smirk off your face when Eren stands up, with you obviously noting the tent in his jeans. 

“Nothing,” he hurriedly turns away from you, taking in a bruising breath as he shoves his phone in his pocket. “Just have to go to the bathroom really quick.”

And Eren quickly leaves you behind, raising your brows at him as he makes his way to the bathroom in an almost panicked nature. His head is swimming with thoughts of you, mind reeling with every little action you’ve shown him, every teasing phrase thrown in his direction, spat against his ear. 

Eren’s cock is already achingly hard when he reaches an empty, private bathroom, and as soon as he locks the door, he’s shoving his pants down. He knows he should feel embarrassed - ashamed, even - as he fists his wet cock to the idea of you, already leaking pre down his shaft. You hadn’t even done anything today, uncharacteristically shoving aside your usual antics to instead focus solely on your work, and now Eren’s the one who can’t contain himself. 

Eren focuses on the intense pleasure as he works his palm over his thick shaft, squeezing at the base before dragging his hand up with continuous pressure, allowing his thumb to dig into his wet slit for an intense bout of pleasure. 

All he can think about is you, you, you. How you would look if you were here right now, guiding his hand on his cock as you cooed sweet words against the curve of your ear. How your breasts would press against his chest, his hand tugging at your hard nipple as he covered your mouth with his. Eren thinks about how he would push you against the wall, fingering your soaking slit until you’d let him tug your panties to the side, shoving his thick length inside of you until you’re a crying, shaking mess for him. 

His chest is heaving, his cheeks painted a pretty pink, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he pumps his cock. Eren can feel the tight coil of pleasure ready to burst in his groin, his fist working over his angry tip, nudging underneath it with the perfect amount of pressure to have him throwing his head back. 

Eren cums embarrassingly fast, and he attempts to make himself at least semi-presentable again before he meets you back outside.

Hopefully, now, he’ll be able to focus. 

———

You suppose phase one of your plan has been going quite successfully, evident in how Eren can hardly look you in your eyes. It makes you feel proud, loving how you’re able to get him so flustered with just a few teasing glances, a few lingering touches. 

Sitting on his bedroom floor, you think it’s adorable how hard Eren’s trying to concentrate, attempting to ignore you and your fleeting touches. 

You knew what he got up to in the bathroom - of course you did. How could you not? The evidence was all over his face as he avoided you from there on out, refusing to meet your gaze and a near-permanent blush plastered on his face. It had you feeling a million different things, your mind getting drunk off the idea of Eren - the person you were supposed to be fighting against - getting off to you.

So, yes, you suppose phase one was going at least semi-successfully; however, you never anticipated actually wanting him to fuck you. 

You had been dancing around the prospect for years, you realize, your words always holding a biting edge to them that lingered on suggestive. Eren had recently come to the same conclusion, wanting nothing more than to have you underneath him.

So, finally fed up with this continuous back and forth, you finally give in, uttering one last teasing phrase against Eren’s neck that had his head spinning. Immediately, you feel him stiffen, going stock-still and abruptly halting the sentence that he was working on. You swallow thickly, not used to this reaction, as your fingers trail down his spine, leaving sweet tingles of electricity buzzing across his skin. 

Eren is finally at his breaking point, breathing out harshly through his nose as he patiently closes his eyes. You watch as his fingers hover over the keyboard of his computer - waiting, wavering precariously over the fine line you were both walking. 

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” Eren asks in a chillingly calm voice. His tone, low and seductive, causes your eyes to widen, not expecting him to retort like that. A few seconds of tensed silence stills in the air, before you finally regain part of your motor functions again. Leaning forward, you let your arm press against his a bit longer than necessary, staring up at him as Eren’s eyes remain glued in front of him. 

“Not unless my mouth is wrapped around something,” you whisper, lips parting as you anticipate his reaction. 

The tension buzzes thickly across the air, slicing through Eren’s composure as he lets out a loud groan, closing his laptop and shoving it to the side. You let out a surprised squeal as he whips around to you, gathering you in his strong arms, and placing you on the middle of his bed. Eren’s eyes are blown wide with lust when you look up at him, his cock achingly hard in his sweatpants as he grinds against you, pulling you in for a searing kiss. 

Pleasure erupts throughout your body at the sweet contact, finally giving you a taste of what else Eren has to offer. You realize this is all you’ve wanted for months, and as his soft lips roughly move over yours, drinking in all of the sweet sounds you give him, you couldn’t be happier. 

“You better watch your fucking mouth,” Eren groans against your lips, closing his eyes in pleasure when your hand suddenly grips on his clothed cock. He lets out a shuddering breath at the sensation shooting across his shaft, building in his lower abdomen as his muscles tense. 

His voice has you moaning, pulling him in for another desperate, messy kiss. Eren Jaeger doesn’t curse, so hearing him demand that against your lips, hurriedly rutting against you like a teenager, has you whimpering and moaning underneath him. 

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” you murmur against his lips, smiling at the low groan he lets out. Weeks of teasing have led to this moment, making the pleasure that builds between you feel even sweeter than normal. 

All Eren wants to do is fuck the brattiness out of you, to leave you a moaning mess under him until all you can whine is his name. 

It’s a mess of fumbling touches as you shove each other’s clothes off, desperate to feel the other as your hands run down his body. Eren is surprisingly toned under your hands, flexing under your fingertips as he shoves his boxers down. You almost gasp at the sight of his cock - long and thick, enough to where you know you’ll feel it in your stomach, his tip red and angry, already leaking dribbles of his arousal down his throbbing shaft. 

“Like what you see?” Eren asks smugly, before a concerned look crosses his face as he hovers over you. “Is this okay? Do you want to stop?”

And if you weren’t already lying down, you swear your knees would’ve buckled as you swoon. You bite your lip as you look Eren up and down, taking in the sight of how attractive he is as his body settles over yours. You open your legs for him, guiding him to settle between your thighs as you run your hands up his smooth biceps. 

“Yes, please. I want this,” you whimper against him, and Eren groans as he dives down for another intoxicating kiss. 

It’s a mess of tangled limbs when Eren finally enters you, the thin layer of the condom wrapped around his length doing nothing to halt the intense pleasure of pushing past your tight walls. He immediately feels overwhelmed, arms coming to cradle your body as he nearly collapses onto your chest. Eren swears he’s never felt pleasure this good, groaning out your name as your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him to sink forward even deeper, stuffing you to the brim with his thick cock. 

“G-god, Eren,” you choke out, your head pushing back against his pillow as he buries his shaft as deep as it’ll go. You feel so full, incredibly stretched out in the best way possible as his leaking head presses right against your cervix. The room spins as Eren moans out a choked sound of your name, pressing his head to the crook of your neck as he focuses on not cumming right then and there. 

So much for that perfect focus he’s always been so proud of, Eren thinks.

“Fuck princess, y’feel so good,” Eren moans against you, not able to help himself as he begins to lick and kiss along your skin. His lips trail from your neck to your collarbone, his hands grasping at your breasts as he finally gives in to one of his many fantasies of you. “Gonna start moving now, that okay?”

A hurried nod is all you can give him, arms wrapped tight around his back as Eren begins to fuck you. He ruts his cock through your wet folds fast, eagerly, pumping his cock deep inside of you, stilling for a second to revel in the tight way you clamp down on him, before pulling out again. Over and over he does this, gently holding you against him, murmuring sweet praises against your ear as you fully give in to the relentless pleasure. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” he kisses your lips.

“Always knew you would feel like heaven,” he murmurs against your ear, breath hot and panting as he fucks against that one spot that has you seeing stars. 

His chest burns with an intense need and longing, his touch electrifying as his chest brushes up against yours and his fingers trail along your body. Eren feels high as his cock catches against your entrance, pushing past your walls again and groaning at how well your pussy swallows him.

Eren kisses you hungrily, circling his hips against yours in a way that has you keening against him. You feel so hot underneath him, moaning and panting against his mouth as his fingers brush against the soft curve of your breasts. 

“Please touch me more,” you gasp, his lips hardly leaving yours as you guide his hands to touch all over your body. They caress your sides before trailing up in a tickling way up to your nipples, pulling and pinching slightly that has you arching your back against him. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Eren asks, mumbling against your lips. His hands move back down to your hips, halting his thrusts to let his cock settle inside of you for just a moment. A twisted grin flits onto his face at the whining sound you let out, your hands reaching for him as he stills inside you. 

“Shh,” he coos, one of his hands caressing your face in a soothing manner. “Be patient.”

Eren focuses on quickly angling your hips up a bit more for him, pulling your sopping pussy to rest flush against his pelvis. Sitting up slightly, Eren sits on his knees, a loud groan ripping through his throat when he sinks back inside of you. You feel even better from this angle, clenching down on him and suffocating his cock in a way that has Eren’s pretty green eyes rolling to the ceiling in pleasure. 

Displeased with how you never answered him, Eren slows his thrusts, staving off his own pleasure in favor of teasing you. “What, can’t answer me?” he mocks, his thumb moving up to pull on the bottom of your lip. 

You whine against him, hands grasping on any part of his body that you can as he rolls his hips languidly against you. 

“Please Eren,” you nearly beg.

Eren still feels slightly annoyed, knowing you can do better than that. In retaliation, he keeps his thrusts slow, burying his thick cock inside of you at a lazy place. Bringing his hand down, two of his fingers suddenly press against your aching clit, pulling the hood of it up to swirl calculated circles against your most sensitive spot. You let out a loud cry for him, and Eren nearly curses at how much tighter you clamp down on him. 

“Come on, princess. I know you can do better than that,” Eren coaxes you, rolling his hips as he settles deep inside of you. He hisses at how your swollen walls massage his aching shaft, wanting nothing more than to fuck into you harder. 

“Please, baby. You could hardly keep your mouth shut these past few weeks,” Eren taunts you, his fingers relentless against your clit. He easily smooths a hand down your thigh, catching under your knee to pull it up and around his hip. The new angle allows his cock to drag along that sweet spot repeatedly. 

“What, now you don’t have anything to say?” Eren punctuates his words with a harsh thrust, unable to help himself anymore as he begins to fuck into you like you both want. The pleasure is all-consuming, running thickly down his spine, shooting through the length of his cock as you cream all over him. 

“Eren, please, just need you,” you’re able to get out, reaching for him. Finally giving in, Eren leans his body over yours, still sitting on his knees as he covers your body with his own. The room is hot, and Eren’s chest is slick with sweat as he presses it against yours. 

The sweet pants you let out fan across his face, and Eren can’t help but gaze at you as he feels you tightening even more around him. 

“If I knew you felt this good, I would’ve fucked you a lot sooner, princess,” Eren moans, burying his cock inside of you and choking at the way you clench around him. 

“You feel so good,” you whimper against him, arms reaching out to hold onto his strong back as he pushes his cock back inside of you. The wet squelching of your cunt around him has Eren moaning for you, becoming addicted to the feeling of you squeezing him so tight. 

“How are you so tight – fuck,” Eren groans, sweaty and drunk off lust as he pushes your wetness back into you. The two of you share breathy pants and moans, being able to feel every part of each other as Eren kisses you hard and deep. His hips move fast against yours, relishing in the fullness between the two of you. It’s fast and rough, full of messy kisses and desperate touches that make you feel lightheaded. 

Eren’s hand continues to draw tight, fast circles against your clit, and it has you clenching down on him. He has to halter the movements of his hips, returning to the incessant grinding inside of you as his fingers circle your hot nub. “Eren, ’m close,” you moan, the feeling building inside you until you see stars dancing on the edges of your vision. Eren feels so close, ready to cum as the coil becomes more and more present inside him. 

“Need to feel you cum for me, princess. Come on now, cum,” Eren commands, shoving his cock inside you once, twice, three more times until he’s cumming into the condom. The tight cord snaps as your walls clamp down on him, a high-pitched whine of his name slipping past your lips as you feel that same rush of pleasure overcome you. 

Eren rolls his thumb over your clit harshly while simultaneously offering one more deep thrust – it has you creaming around his cock, cumming so hard around him that has his hips stuttering slightly. 

He gasps your name against your lips, kissing you again as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, still nudging against that sweet bundle of nerves, has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Fuck,” Eren says, body weakly falling against yours as he finally stops his hungry thrusts. He closes his eyes heavily, cock throbbing in overstimulation as you continue squeezing around him tightly. He stills inside of you, fully sheathed within your warmth as his muscles shake slightly with overexertion. The room smells of sex and sweat, and you feel absolutely exhausted as his sweaty body settles on top of yours. 

“E-Eren,” you mumble, eyes closing as you attempt to push him off you. “Too heavy.”

Eren lets out a low chuckle as he adjusts himself, moving to your side as a heavy arm slings across your stomach. 

“That was…” you trail off, still catching your breath as you start up at the ceiling. Eren, still face-first in his pillows, finally turns to face you. 

“Amazing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” he teases, attempting to coax out one of those reactions you’d been getting from him. You glare at him, lightly smacking his arm. 

“Maybe,” you still relent, not wanting to give him the full satisfaction of your praise. 

“So, does this mean you’ll stop with that attitude of yours now?” Eren asks, curiosity coloring his tone as he playfully nudges you. You let out a loud laugh, full of mirth, as your chest shakes. 

“Maybe,” you repeat, giving Eren a cheeky smile as he pulls you closer to his side. A slightly annoyed groan falls past his lips, and you can’t help the feeling of affection that fills you at the sound. 

“Well, will you at least agree to be mine?” he asks one more question, a bit more timid than his others. Eren wants to try this, convinced that there is something more here. You had just been too scared to admit it, but Eren was finally ready to shove past all those walls, wanting to be able to love you. 

You hum against him, your fingers trailing soft touches against his skin. The answer is clear and confident as you smile at him, facing him in bed. 

“Yes.”

And, although phase two of your plan may have changed, it did so in the best possible way.

Phase Two: Become Number One in the Class.

Phase Two: Become Number One in Eren’s Heart.

SAY YOU LOVE ME.

eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

note from pooh: this turned out to be longer than expected lmao, writing smut after a long time is so hard omg i never know what the hell to say, hopefully it's not that obvious. i'm not too happy with it but i'm so over re-writing it at this point hahaha.

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the banister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your decent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tussled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a women in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fist balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure, on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, taking his hand in yours. To his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body stick and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming your door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your hair you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed as he narrowly dodged object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breathes and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his lips met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshiping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths it’s way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hip shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good to baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some cooperate kiss-ass who shoveled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss in your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

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Helping Hand | JJK

Sometimes all you need is a helping hand.

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (also a teeny bit of Jimin x Reader)

♡ Genre: Roommate AU, Best Friend AU, Best Friends to lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst???? 

♡ Rated: D for Down Bad 

♡ Warnings: Lotte concert 2019 Jungkook, PTD concert black swan Jimin (yes these are warnings), Y/N needs some dick, jk is also pretty down bad, mentions of past substance abuse, mentions of depression, mentions of character death, very brief and vague mentions of su*cidal thoughts, this fic is heavy and horny please beware, jk a lil bit of a dummy, masturbation, semi public sex(ish), grinding, car sex, cumming in pants, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), overstimulation, protected sex (follow they lead kiddies), gets cute towards the end I promise~ 

♡ Word Count: 23.4k

♡ Summary: A double blind date was your suggestion. Everything about it should make him happy, but this sinking feeling just won’t go away. All he wanted was to get it over with. 

♡ Now Playing…: X by Tinashe, Backseat by Khalid, and Good Days by Sza 

♡ Author’s Note: A story from the vault of the 2020 works I started but never published! This was meant to be posted on Valentine's Day, but life got in the way so I’m just posting it now instead of keeping it for another year. Let’s just pretend 🤡 Happy Valentine’s Day to all the couples out there, and for all my singles, we’ll get ‘em next year 😩✊🏽 Also a big thank you to @kth1 for the graphics and @jessikahathaway for reading over this for me! 

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Fuck everything.

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today. 

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today. 

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today. 

To put it frankly, this day has not treated you kindly. 

These feelings of deep anguish were all caused by the simple fact that it was Valentine's Day. Couples everywhere were trapped in a lovestruck trance by the holiday, wanting to do anything and everything to celebrate. You had nothing against it but you were not in the right mental state to handle all of the affection. It made going anywhere unbearable, promotions for the perfect date spots all over campus, posts all over social media about your friends going out with their partners, every corner you turned you couldn’t escape it. 

After your classes, you were tired of it all. It just made the journey back to your little apartment even more exhausting. Lovey-dovey couples holding hands, kissing, being together everywhere you looked had made you so riled up to the point where you were even considering calling your ex, Incheol, to help fill that void. 

Why were you so hot and bothered? Sure all the PDA can get to any single person, especially on Valentine’s Day, but what got you to the point of even considering going so low as to call your ex again just to get some dick? 

It’s just been a long year.

It’s not that you wanted to go this long without sex, but it just ended up that way. After your break up with Incheol you really just weren’t in the mood to look for anyone else. 

When you first started college, you couldn’t really be tied down. You partied and whoever held your attention long enough was yours for the night. Unintentionally, you started a bit of a crusade with different guys around campus because of this. You didn’t want to, but you were just too busy for anything more than a one night stand. It was that way until you met Incheol. He was your first serious boyfriend and it was a nice, satisfactory relationship. You made some really great memories together, even the break up was clean. 

It sounds amazing on paper, but it made it hard to jump back in and start seeing other people. By the time you were even considering going out on dates again, preparing for law school began to take up all your time. 

In turn that left you with no dick for a year.

You swear if you see one more couple stuffing their tongues down each other’s throats, you might actually go insane. Lucky for you, your apartment wasn’t too far from campus, an 8 minute bus ride was all it typically took to get back home. It wasn’t too long before you were busting down the door ready to break something.

“Jungkook!!” You called, a strong sense of agitation in your voice as you kicked off your shoes, knowing you needed your best friend for support. 

You two had been friends since high school. It was when you both got accepted to colleges in the same city, after talking it out a little, you decided it would just be easier to share an apartment when you moved to Seoul. Now it’s been a little over 4 years since you’ve moved in together and became the best friend and roommate dynamic duo. 

You were first greeted with the sight of his shirtless back, the tattoos all along his right arm on full display, his fluffy hair was sticking up in all different directions, telling you he was likely just getting up. 

Jungkook was hunched over the counter eating his cereal, nothing strange, but you were in no condition to see him like that. 

“Jungkook?” You questioned seeing the peculiar state he was in. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and you could already tell he was exhausted. 

“Oh Y/n you’re back…” He sounded so drained. 

“Yeah classes are over for me, you didn’t go today?” You wondered, though the answer was pretty obvious. 

He shook his head and laughed tiredly. “Not after the night I had.” Hearing that all you could do was roll your eyes. You knew exactly what happened last night. 

“And whose fault was that Jungkook, you were the one who had to play and I quote ‘just one more round of cyber hunter,’ which judging by how you look now, wasn’t just one more round.” You recounted. 

See the two of you, though you were best friends, have some things about you that are just polar opposites. Jungkook was creative, you used logic. He liked the cold while you liked it warm. He was neat, you were oftentimes a mess despite your love for cleaning. He liked to procrastinate everything to the last minute, and you always made sure you were never behind schedule. Polar opposites in some cases, but over the years you’ve learned that it can be beneficial at times.

“Do you have to lecture me? I'm still like half asleep, it’s too early for this shit.” He sighed, eating another spoonful of cereal. You were not really in the mood to fight him, you needed someone to rant to anyways. 

You kept your mouth shut as you took a seat at one of your bar stools. “So did you finish?” You finally questioned. 

He nodded slowly. 

“2 minutes before the deadline, I've never felt so stressed in my life.” He chuckled lightly. You almost fell off your barstool. 

When you had asked Jungkook about his project when he was playing cypher hunter instead of working, he would always brush you off and say “It’s not due till before class starts, I have plenty of time~” The fact that he finished 2 minutes before means that he was working until 7:58 this morning. 

“Jungkook what did I tell you–“

“I know, you’re right, but I had things under control until I fell asleep color grading… it set me back like an hour and–” he rubbed his eyes “–and then you–” Jungkook’s eyes widened realizing what he was about to say and stopped himself real quick. 

He must be out of his mind or more exhausted than he thought, thinking about telling you about last night. “I– I uh got distracted…” he simply put, not wanting you to know how complicated his feelings were right now. 

Seeing you in front of him now already had his mind remembering the events of last night.

Jungkook put his spoon back in his bowl with a loud clunk. He only got a mere 4 hours of sleep after pulling an all-nighter, he was beyond tired. You could tell.

“And this Jungkook is why you should stick to the schedule I make.” You pointed to the board on the wall beside you. 

In efforts of organizing your assignments and remembering the countless deadlines you had, you started writing everything down on this whiteboard. You found it extremely helpful and when Jungkook, after seeing you use it when he was hanging out in your room, pondered the idea of doing it for his own work. Well, you took the initiative of buying a bigger whiteboard and sticking it up in the kitchen so you both could use it. 

Jungkook fell into the habit of writing everything down a lot quicker than you thought he would. He said it was helping him out but complained about still coming too close to deadlines that you decided to help him out by giving him advised deadlines in order to combat procrastination. It worked a lot better at first but despite your efforts you still found him in his room rushing to get things done last minute more often than not. 

“I know you’re right, I’m sorry,” he sighed.

Your brows furrowed. “You don’t need to apologize,” you tried to laugh. You were expecting a snarky remark, not an apology. 

“I’m still so out of it I’m sorry, I can’t think straight at all. Anyway, did you need something? You sounded pretty angry when you walked in,” he chuckled weakly. 

You were still a bit worried. “We can talk later if you’re not up for it…” 

Jungkook shook his head. “What’s up?” You eyed him suspiciously but you decided to continue. 

You took a deep breath. 

“I’msofuckinghornyI’msorryIknowthat’stoomuchinformationbutit’sbeensohardgettingthroughthedayandIthinkI’mthisclosetolosingmymind.” You sobbed. 

Jungkook nearly choked on his cereal. 

“You’re— You’re what?!” He coughed, somehow understanding your convoluted sentence. 

“It’s been hell, Jungkook. It’s Valentine’s Day and all the couples on campus have been all over each other and—” you laid your head on the counter. “I’m so lonely.” You whined.

Oh, did he know.  

Jungkook’s been trying his best to tell himself that last night was just a delusion, so tired and out of it that he imagined everything that happened in the wee hours of the morning.

His eyes had been heavy, the lights in his room all off besides his computer screen sitting righting in front of him, sharply illuminating his features. He was barely awake at that point, his eyes glassy, and probably had a concerning red tint to them, but he was determined to work hard to make sure every scene was colored the way he wanted it to be. 

It had been faint at first. His noise canceling headphones drowned out most of the sound, but he swore he could hear the faint buzzing sound coming from the wall in front of his desk. It wasn’t until the moans started that he finally took them off and understood what was happening. 

His face had flushed realizing what he was hearing. You were… 

Oh. 

He told himself it was just out of pure human curiosity that his ears tuned into the sounds next door. Even without the headphones it was faint, but it was just enough that he could hear the little groans, moans, even the way you whined, fuck. It was enough that something scary started to stir inside of him so he quickly put back on his headphones to drown it out. 

Jungkook tried to get back to work, pretending that everything was normal, but even with his headphones on he could hear you. His fingers typed away on his keyboard, his leg bounced restlessly, because the more time passed the tighter his pants seemed to get.

He tried not to think about it but with your moans growing louder, the longer he couldn’t pretend. 

You sounded so pretty. 

It was awful, you were his fucking best friend. He could have easily turned on some music, or actually listened to the contents of the project he was working on, but he never did. The more he listened the harder it was to ignore the quickly developing problem in his pants. He was so fucking hard and you sounded so sexy. 

At some point, lust took control, completely forgoing the morality of the situation, he found himself throwing off his headphones, forgetting about his project, and slipping his hands in his pants. Any sense of self control out the window. 

At first he tried to reason with himself and say he was just trying to ease the ache but as soon as his hand wrapped around the shaft, he was a goner. 

With a hand over his mouth, Jungkook pumped himself hard and fast, your pretty moans on the other side of the wall made it way too hard to try and control himself.

So many thoughts were bouncing around his head. He imagined how you might look on the other side, a toy between your legs, as you tried your best to get yourself to cum. He imagined going over to your room, helping you, fuck would you want that? He knew he could make you feel so good if you just let him. Thoughts of getting the chance, oh he knew you would feel so good around him.

It was disgusting, you were his friend, but the tabooness of the situation turned him on even more. He should have been ashamed. 

He was, but in the moment he didn’t feel it at all. As the sounds of your moans grew relentless, he couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t long before his orgasm was hitting him like a freight train, he spilled all over his hand, shirt, and pants. He had never come that hard before and all it took was the sounds of his best friend behind a wall. 

As his breathing slowed, the regret was quick to creep in. 

What the fuck did he do? 

What was the worst though was that little voice that told him it was real, and how much he truthfully enjoyed hearing you. 

He must be down bad too because he crossed some serious boundaries last night… 

Jungkook felt his face heat up at the thought. 

“—and so now I’m like, what should I do?” Jungkook suddenly fazed back into your rambling. 

“Huh?” 

“I was saying what should I do? Here I am single on Valentine’s Day, hornier than I should be admitting… Like Jungkook, it's seriously been a year!” You cried and you didn’t miss when he mumbled “You’re not alone” as he was sipping up the last of the milk in the bowl.

You looked at him wide eyed. “You too? I thought for sure that...”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ve been trying so hard to get back on track that I… I didn’t want to get distracted.” You slowly nodded, understanding. 

Jungkook had been through a lot this past year to put it lightly.

It started back in your first year. While you were going around enjoying the party scene, hooking up with pretty much anyone you could, Jungkook had managed to get himself a girlfriend soon into the year. 

You remember they were pretty much together all the time. He was hardly at your shared apartment and anytime he was, she was right there with him. Yoona was her name. You were honestly convinced that they would get married someday, the couple seeming to be the perfect pair. They lasted for nearly two years. It was up until one day you came home later than you normally would, to hear the two of them arguing inside. 

You were nosy and a little tipsy, so you began eavesdropping behind the door. You were shocked at the words thrown at each other, and you’re almost sure you heard your name come up in the mix (though you chalk that up to the alcohol). Whatever happened Yoona stormed out leaving you to deal with an upset Jungkook who was on the brink of tears. 

You still blame yourself for convincing him to go over to her place a few weeks later to talk to her. You remembered being surprised by Jungkook being back so soon, but what you remember even more was the slam of his room door only seconds after. It took a good week to get Jungkook out of his room and tell you that he found her with another guy, who was a close classmate and mutual friend apparently. 

Things just kept getting worse. 

It really was the day right after he told you that he got a call from his parents letting him know his uncle, someone who he had been so close to all his life, who had inspired him to pursue a career in the film industry, had been in an accident. You can’t say much from there because that’s pretty much all he told you before he was on the next train back to Busan. He called you a week later after you began blowing up his phone (you were worried) that his uncle had passed and that he needed his space. 

He was gone for about a little over two months. 

It was also around this same time that you started to get involved with Incheol. He was there when the apartment felt so empty and honestly he was the one who really helped ground you and get your priorities straight. It was a match made in heaven.

You were cuddling up with Incheol one day when you heard the knock at the door. You still can’t forget the shock that you felt on the day that Jungkook came back. 

He was back, yes, but the moment he seemingly brushed right past you, paying really no notice to you or Incheol who was looking confused on the couch, was when you realized he still was elsewhere and hurting. 

You tried to be there for him, you really did, but any attempts you had of getting close and talking about any issues failed every time. 

He was distant. 

You blame yourself though for not trying harder and letting Incheol sweep you off your feet the way he did, but it’s like you started seeing less and less of each as the days passed. 

You had no idea about what he was getting up to, where he was most of the time. It really didn’t feel like he came back from Busan. 

Any remnants of your friendship seemed few and far between until nearly halfway through your 2nd semester in your Junior year. You had been getting ready for a date with Incheol later that day when you heard him come back, he was clearly disheveled and honestly looked so stressed. You decided to try once again asking him to talk to you and it was then that all the hardships of the last few months came rushing out. 

He told you everything. 

He told you how hard it was dealing with Yoona and his uncle’s passing at the same time. He told you the only reason he came back was because he missed you so much and that he had missing assignments starting to pile up. Apparently though, even after coming back to Seoul he just couldn’t seem to pull himself back together. 

Jungkook started doing shit he wasn’t proud of. He was partying, carelessly sleeping around, hanging out with people he knew he shouldn’t have, and he said he did things that he wasn’t even comfortable telling you (and he’s normally fine telling you everything). He let you know that he was also so behind in assignments that he had a meeting that day about them suggesting he drop the semester and that he risked getting kicked out of programs he worked his ass off to get into. He even said they were considering to expel him because of his sudden disappearance even after he explained the situation. 

It was that day when things began to take a turn. You assisted Jungkook in talking with his administrators to create a plan and helped him catch up on his assignments to finally get back on track. 

You were there with him through the dark days, trying your best to be by his side. You knew he wasn’t telling you everything that happened while you two were distant, at times he would completely isolate himself and shut you out. 

It was obvious there was more going on. Jungkook would sometimes lock himself in his room and you could just hear the torment that was happening behind that door. Sometimes all you could do was knock occasionally to make sure he was ok. You made him food and would stay by his door to try to let him know you were here for him. Other times he would tell you openly about the depression he was battling and would just want an ear to vent to. He was always vague, but you made sure you were a shoulder he could lean on. You even helped pay for him to get professional help, sensing he needed it, and the fact he wasn’t working at the time.

It was a rocky road, but after some time Jungkook started to convalesce. You started to see the life in Jungkook’s eyes that you didn’t realize you missed so much until one day when you randomly started crying when you both decided to take a break and watch a movie together. 

He was just critiquing the movie as he usually would, but it just made you realize that he was back. 

This whole thing did have some consequences for you though. As you were busy helping Jungkook, you started having less and less time to balance Jungkook, work, school, and a boyfriend. After a while it was decided that you and Incheol were drifting apart and it was best to just end things. 

As much as you knew it was the right decision, it still hurt because you really did care for him. You found yourself in Jungkook’s arms more than once as you cried your eyes out, binge watching your favorite series over and over again. 

Since then though, it really has just been you and Jungkook. You both would sometimes hang out with your other friends, but after everything that happened you just seemed to not be apart too often. 

“Well I guess that means we’re both desperate, am I right?” You chuckled lightly. 

“Too right,” he sighed. 

Silence seemed to come in between you two, but your mind was busy trying to come up with some sort of solution. 

“Wait… I have an idea.” You enthusiastically got up from your bar stool, a habit of needing to stand whenever you were working things out in your brain. Jungkook smiled when he noticed.

“What if we set each other up?” You looked at him but you could tell he was still very much so confused. 

“Listen listen listen. So what if we set each other up with some of our friends, like maybe you have a friend who would be interested in me, and I know I definitely have a friend who likes you. We pick a day to meet up and…” You voice got all sultry, trying to hint at the result of your glorious plan. 

Jungkook didn’t miss the way his heart tightened at your proposition. 

“Like a double date would be perfect. We could have fun and go out together which I think we desperately need. I could meet with one of your friends and you mine. We could hang out together, separate later in the night and, if things go well, we both get laid. Jungkook, I think I really might be a genius.” You bounced around, your eyes trained on him to see what he thought. 

Jungkook was just waiting for that sense of enthusiasm to hit. It was a great idea, but the more he thought about it, the more that tightness in his chest seemed to get worse. Why wasn’t he excited? He should be as happy as you were. 

Maybe it’s just because it’s been awhile? 

Jungkook forced a smile. “I’m down.” 

You smiled. 

“Ok so let's surprise each other. I already have the perfect girl in mind. She’s your type personality wise, she’s really pretty, and I know for a fact she likes you so you can have full confidence in me that you’ll have a great time, ok!” You reassured him. 

“That sounds nice.” Jungkook didn’t mean it, and he didn’t do a good job of hiding it.

“Do you have anyone in mind for me?” You questioned, honestly a little curious.

There’s that weird feeling again…

“Ummmm I think so, I’ll have to check with him though…” Jungkook shyly rubbed the back of his neck. 

He did for a fact have someone in mind. He had no doubt that he’d make time to come and he knows that you’re his type. 

Jungkook shouldn’t be feeling like this at all. He’s helping out his friend and you’re helping him out. And it’s not like he isn’t horny, because if last night proves anything, he definitely needs to get laid. 

He couldn’t seem to pinpoint why he would rather spend an evening with you watching another season of the Great British Baking Show than out at a club for an easy hookup. 

He was never the type to hate parties. Sure he was definitely an introvert and you’re the opposite, but he’s always had a great time going to them secretly whenever you would drag him along. Especially with the circumstances, he should actually be excited for this… 

Definitely something was wrong with him. 

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep? 

“Ok! Let me know as soon as you can so I can start planning~” He couldn’t stop smiling this time at how enthusiastic you get about planning. The look on your face had him feeling all warm inside. 

“Anyway, I have work to do so let me go ahead and get a head start!” You smiled, grabbing your bags. 

“Go get some sleep, I’ll fix dinner later so you don’t have to worry.” Jungkook felt his heart warm, a fluttery feeling spread throughout his body. 

He was undoubtedly the better cook between the two of you. He usually took it upon himself to fix dinner and sometimes even lunch if you were around. It’s not like you were horrible, it’s just the difference was that Jungkook liked to cook, and you did it because you had to. He would know certain spices, recipes, and would always add that ‘love’ to your dishes that had your eyes watering with how good they were. It was because of this that Jungkook took up cooking for the both of you pretty much every night. You would never hesitate though in taking up that duty whenever you were needed. 

“Thank you~” He meant it. He really couldn’t ask for a better roommate. 

And with that you were off to your room. 

Jungkook quickly put his bowl in the sink before scurrying off to his room. 

Only a little bit of light was shining in from the crack he put in his blackout curtains. The dim mood had him both sleepy and confused as hell. 

His mind was busy playing the events of last light over and over again. Your moans were still echoing in his head clear as day. 

This and the discussion he had with you had him realize just how horny he really was. 

It really has been a little over a year since he’s even been touched in that way. 

Maybe that’s why he was thinking about you so much, why last night he wanted to watch you, would have liked even better to help you. He needed someone badly because his best friend should not ever get mixed up in his sexual fantasies no matter how desperate he is. 

This thought had Jungkook quickly shooting a text to Jimin about them hanging out tomorrow. He’s got to make this happen if he’s ever going to get you out of his head. 

That’ll solve everything. He’s sure of it.  

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

“That’s your roommate?!” The loud exclamation seemed to reverberate throughout the spacious apartment.

Jungkook tried to shush him. 

“And best friend, yes, yes she is.” 

They had paused the game they were playing together when Jungkook finally brought up the question he came to ask. His hyung was quick to ask for a picture and Jungkook pulled up your latest post on your Insta.  

Jimin looked at the phone and back at Jungkook, absolutely baffled. “Are you sure?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He sighed, a little confused why that was so hard to believe, and switched to a picture of you two together. It was the day you went out to celebrate finals being over last year. 

Jimin brought the phone way too close to his face tryna see if he saw any signs of editing. “Either this is the greatest prank ever or Jungkook your best friend is…” Jimin did that thing where he rubs his thumb over his nose and a giddy smirk couldn’t seem to leave his face. 

“Double, triple yes to that double date thing.” He quickly agreed.

Jungkook noticed the way his heart seemed to do a tug of war. That weird feeling he’s been having ever since you suggested this plan was back, but he was happy this means that he is closer to the end of this madness. 

While Jungkook was out of it, Jimin already had managed to get your Insta and switched to his phone so he could shamelessly stalk. 

“You guys hang out a lot?” He questioned. 

“Huh?” Jungkook snapped out of it. 

“You’re in most of the pictures she posts.” 

Jungkook smiled at that thought for some reason. “I mean yeah, we live together and we’re best friends.” 

Jimin nodded. 

He managed to scroll all the way down to a photo session you had when you and a friend went back to Busan for a beach trip. Jungkook felt his face warm at the sight of you in your simple black bikini, but his attention went more to Jimin who was enjoying the sight a little too much. 

Jungkook snatched his phone. 

“I’m right here.” Jungkook scoffed. 

“I was just trying to find pictures where you weren’t in them.” 

“But do you have to look at her like that?!” Jungkook didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth until Jimin’s face started to morph into something unreadable. 

“Jungkook… Nothing ever happened between you two?” He finally questioned, sensing something suspicious was going on. 

Jungkook shook his head, almost appalled that he even thought that. 

That seemed to connect the dots in Jimin’s mind. “You sure you don’t like her or something?” 

Jungkook felt his face heat up. “N-No-No, why would you even say that?” The accusation made him more flustered than it should. 

“Jungkook I’m not an idiot, you guys spend so much time together so I’m sure you guys get along well, she’s very very pretty, I don’t see a reason why you wouldn’t like her…” To Jimin it honestly seemed more strange if he didn’t like you. 

Jungkook turned toward the window, the city shining bright down below as the sun continued to go down. “We’re just friends.” His voice was static, but the words still affected him for some reason. 

Jimin looked at him questionably “Right... so you’ve never liked her?”

Jungkook turned back to his hyung “No-Well, I mean…” 

He leaned in intrigued. “That’s a yes, now tell me.” 

Jungkook sighed. “I mean… Back in highschool—“  

“HIGHSCHOOL?” Jimin nearly screamed.

Jungkook tried to shush him again. “I told you about how I moved right before my second year?” 

Jimin nodded. 

“Well it was when we were just getting to know each other. I’m pretty quiet so it was a little hard for me to make friends, but she was there and we got close and—“

“You caught feelings?” Jimin finished.

Jungkook nodded hesitantly 

“And how long was this for?” 

“When we moved in together. We had our separate lives so we weren’t as close as we used to be, plus I started dating Yoona around that time so–“

“Wait wait wait wait… so you liked her for 2 years?” 

“More like a year and a few mont–“ 

“Jungkook I don’t care about specifics, that wasn’t just like a little crush that went away, you liked her for a long time.” 

“It was highschool.”

“Highschool my ass, feelings are feelings. Now are you sure you don’t like her, or better yet, those feelings ever even went away in the first place?” 

“Yes I’m sure.” Jungkook noticed the way his voice wavered. He didn’t expect that to come out like that…. it made him seem so unsure of himself. 

“Ok then give me back my phone, I’m Insta stalking your cute friend or should I say my cute date~” 

Jungkook hesitantly handed his hyung’s phone back. 

A weird feeling buried deep somewhere spread throughout his body as he watched his friend oogle you. 

He must be going insane…

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“That’s your roommate?!” The loud exclamation seemed to reverberate throughout the spacious apartment.

Jungkook tried to shush him. 

“And best friend, yes, yes she is.” 

They had paused the game they were playing together when Jungkook finally brought up the question he came to ask. His hyung was quick to ask for a picture and Jungkook pulled up your latest post on your Insta.  

Jimin looked at the phone and back at Jungkook, absolutely baffled. “Are you sure?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He sighed, a little confused why that was so hard to believe, and switched to a picture of you two together. It was the day you went out to celebrate finals being over last year. 

Jimin brought the phone way too close to his face tryna see if he saw any signs of editing. “Either this is the greatest prank ever or Jungkook your best friend is…” Jimin did that thing where he rubs his thumb over his nose and a giddy smirk couldn’t seem to leave his face. 

“Double, triple yes to that double date thing.” He quickly agreed.

Jungkook noticed the way his heart seemed to do a tug of war. That weird feeling he’s been having ever since you suggested this plan was back, but he was happy this means that he is closer to the end of this madness. 

While Jungkook was out of it, Jimin already had managed to get your Insta and switched to his phone so he could shamelessly stalk. 

“You guys hang out a lot?” He questioned. 

“Huh?” Jungkook snapped out of it. 

“You’re in most of the pictures she posts.” 

Jungkook smiled at that thought for some reason. “I mean yeah, we live together and we’re best friends.” 

Jimin nodded. 

He managed to scroll all the way down to a photo session you had when you and a friend went back to Busan for a beach trip. Jungkook felt his face warm at the sight of you in your simple black bikini, but his attention went more to Jimin who was enjoying the sight a little too much. 

Jungkook snatched his phone. 

“I’m right here.” Jungkook scoffed. 

“I was just trying to find pictures where you weren’t in them.” 

“But do you have to look at her like that?!” Jungkook didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth until Jimin’s face started to morph into something unreadable. 

“Jungkook… Nothing ever happened between you two?” He finally questioned, sensing something suspicious was going on. 

Jungkook shook his head, almost appalled that he even thought that. 

That seemed to connect the dots in Jimin’s mind. “You sure you don’t like her or something?” 

Jungkook felt his face heat up. “N-No-No, why would you even say that?” The accusation made him more flustered than it should. 

“Jungkook I’m not an idiot, you guys spend so much time together so I’m sure you guys get along well, she’s very very pretty, I don’t see a reason why you wouldn’t like her…” To Jimin it honestly seemed more strange if he didn’t like you. 

Jungkook turned toward the window, the city shining bright down below as the sun continued to go down. “We’re just friends.” His voice was static, but the words still affected him for some reason. 

Jimin looked at him questionably “Right... so you’ve never liked her?”

Jungkook turned back to his hyung “No-Well, I mean…” 

He leaned in intrigued. “That’s a yes, now tell me.” 

Jungkook sighed. “I mean… Back in highschool—“  

“HIGHSCHOOL?” Jimin nearly screamed.

Jungkook tried to shush him again. “I told you about how I moved right before my second year?” 

Jimin nodded. 

“Well it was when we were just getting to know each other. I’m pretty quiet so it was a little hard for me to make friends, but she was there and we got close and—“

“You caught feelings?” Jimin finished.

Jungkook nodded hesitantly 

“And how long was this for?” 

“When we moved in together. We had our separate lives so we weren’t as close as we used to be, plus I started dating Yoona around that time so–“

“Wait wait wait wait… so you liked her for 2 years?” 

“More like a year and a few mont–“ 

“Jungkook I don’t care about specifics, that wasn’t just like a little crush that went away, you liked her for a long time.” 

“It was highschool.”

“Highschool my ass, feelings are feelings. Now are you sure you don’t like her, or better yet, those feelings ever even went away in the first place?” 

“Yes I’m sure.” Jungkook noticed the way his voice wavered. He didn’t expect that to come out like that…. it made him seem so unsure of himself. 

“Ok then give me back my phone, I’m Insta stalking your cute friend or should I say my cute date~” 

Jungkook hesitantly handed his hyung’s phone back. 

A weird feeling buried deep somewhere spread throughout his body as he watched his friend oogle you. 

He must be going insane…

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“Wait wait wait, you’re kidding?!” Eun Ae nearly screamed in the middle of the cafe. 

You gave her an ugly stare telling her to be quiet. 

“Sorry, but I never thought I had a chance with your “roommate.”” She sat back in her chair, amazed. 

“What do you mean? You’re totally his type.” You said remembering the girls you’d see Jk hang around when you used to party together. “And what’s with the quotations? You know he’s my best friend.” 

Eun Ae burst out laughing “I thought you guys were together or something if I’m being honest.” 

Your heart did a flip. “Why’d you think that?” 

Eun Ae put down her latte. “I see you guys leave together sometimes and I thought you were dating!” She rolled her eyes at your confused look “I see the way you look at him, I seriously thought you were in love.” 

“I mean of course I like him, he’s my best friend, but nothing more ok.” You chuckled nervously.

“Hmmmmm, if you say so.” She looked like she didn’t believe you but decided not to push the subject anymore. 

“Anyway we should go out and get some things for this weekend.” You smiled liking the idea of that, it really has been a while since you’ve been out. 

“Yeah, I’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you.” You mentioned.

“Yeah that works for me.” She responded by taking a sip of her latte. “By the way, where did you get your necklace? It’s pretty.” 

You looked down at the small heart shaped diamond and smiled. “Jungkook gave me it yesterday so I have no idea, I can ask for you though.” You saw your friend’s eyes widen. 

“He gave that to you? On Valentine's Day?” She looked at you a little funny and it had your cheeks warming up. 

“Yeah…” 

You thought back to it. Jungkook had finally come out of his room later that evening after you told him dinner was ready. You were shocked to find him coming out with a velvet box in hand. 

“It’s nothing too special, just wanted to give you something after all you’ve done for me.” He opened the box to reveal the little Diamond. You had to admit, your heart fluttered at the gesture. 

Eunae just laughed. “And you’re sure there’s nothing going on between you two?” 

“Yes.” Looking at it now, it did look pretty romantic. But no, this was Jungkook who gave this to you, he would never see you that way.

“And you’re sure Jungkook doesn’t like you?” Eunae asked, putting her hands on the table. 

“Jungkook?” You just laughed. “No, I don’t think he’d ever be into me.” 

“You don’t think? Maybe you’re just an idiot and can’t realize that her best friend is seriously crushing on her?!” Eun Ae practically yelled. 

“Yah!” You tried shushing her, realizing people were starting to look over in your direction. 

“I don’t know Y/n this is pretty suspicious if you ask me. But whatever, I’m still down for the double date. This still just seems like a bad idea but…” She raised her cup.

“To hoping we get lucky~” She smiled and you held your cup as well and clinked it together.

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The weekend came quicker than expected. It was weird, but Jungkook tried to get as excited as you were. He would see you happily bouncing around the apartment, counting down the days, but he wasn’t feeling the same way whatsoever. As the big day finally approached, the more that weird feeling seemed to get worse. He just wasn’t into it as much as you were, part of him wanted to tell you to cancel but he couldn’t ask that seeing how happy you were. 

Instead he just tried to keep his eyes on the prize. Make it through the date, maybe get laid, it’s Sunday. He had no doubt in your pick, he knew this date wouldn’t be an absolute dumpster fire and hard to get through. You wouldn’t do that to him. 

Why did he feel so weird? Maybe it’s just nerves about getting back out there? That became his next excuse he latched on to. It really had been a while. He wasn’t the most social guy so things like this can be a bit nerve racking. 

That had been his mantra. You’re just nervous, you’ll have fun once you get there. Over and over again, he would try to tell himself, but that didn’t make it go away. 

The day still came and he couldn’t escape the sinking feeling he felt as he drove over to Jimin’s apartment. You had decided it would be better if you would arrive separately, making the meeting an even bigger surprise once you all would make it to the club. 

When his hyung made it downstairs, as he was getting in, Jungkook felt the strangest mix of emotions. He was nervous, extremely nervous, and that sinking feeling was there. Why couldn’t he be excited? At the very least this was still the first time he was getting out in a year. The only thing he could think about was you. 

“Ooooo Jeon Jungkook. You clean up nice~” Jimin awed after he got settled into the car. This was also going to be the first time he was going out with Jimin. Jungkook would come over sometimes to mostly hang out at his place, but they never have gone anywhere together. 

Jungkook looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a suit accented with thin sparkly stripes and a simple black button up tucked into his pants. He permed his long hair a few days ago and now it was filled with these loose curls. It was a look for sure. 

Jungkook just laughed. “Y/n did most of this actually…” He cheesed remembering you pretty much took control the minute he questioned what he was going to wear. 

His attention turned back to his hyung who was looking at him strangely. 

“What?” Jungkook questioned. 

“You got that look on your face…” Jimin pointed out. 

“What look?”

“When you said her name, your face got all funny.”

Jungkook looked appalled by the statement. “What are you talking about?!”

“You were like, Y/n did this for me~~~” Jimin said in a mocking tone, exaggerating the smile he noticed. “What’s up with that?”

“Nothing! You’re the one making it a thing… I don’t even sound like that.” Jungkook mumbled, turning away. 

Jimin just looked at him, and then turned away. “I still think this is a bad idea. You obviously like her.”

“…”

“Don’t even try and deny it, I’m not dumb.”

“I don’t.” Jungkook said calmly, but he sure didn’t feel that way. His palms were sweaty and all he could focus on was the way his body reacted when his hyung put so plainly that he liked her. He made it seem so easy, but that couldn’t be it. 

You were his best friend. Any and all feelings were left far back in the past. He couldn’t like you. It was out of the question—

“Alright I’m not fighting you on this anymore. If you don’t want to see it then whatever, I’m enjoying tonight.” Jimin sighed. 

That would be impossible. You were best friends, roommates, nothing more. Yes, he liked you in the past but that was then. You both have gone through life and over time he just didn’t feel the same way for you anymore. You were his best friend—

“Jungkook, are we gonna go? We’re already late…” Jimin finally asked, seeing the way he was just sitting there staring off into space. This finally got his attention and he started the car back up. 

That feeling was just getting worse and worse the closer they got to the club. At this point he really was only going because of you. Everything in his body was telling him to drive back to the apartment and sleep away whatever’s got him feeling this way. Was he sick? Maybe that was it… 

It wasn’t too far away from Jimin’s apartment and so they were pulling into the parking garage before he knew it. Too fast in his opinion. 

It took them a little while to find a parking space, the garage filled to the brim with cars on each level. Jungkook could already tell the club was probably going to be packed today, but it was to be expected a week after the infamous holiday of love. So many new couples, new romances, new flings all celebrating the start of a brand new journey. Love was still in the air here in Itaewon. 

As soon as Jungkook pulled in he noticed the giddy smile on his hyung’s face. In this moment he decided what he was feeling was envy. He wished he had the same excitement.

“You ready?” Jimin playfully slapped his arm. He was beaming.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Jungkook’s voice was shallow and monotone. The difference in energy was uncanny. You wouldn’t think they were going to the same place.

“Where are the girls?” Jimin questioned reaching in his back pocket.

“Y/n texted me and she said they were at the front waiting for us…” Jungkook’s attention turned to his hyung who had taken out his wallet, looking through its contents. 

“ID… card… cash…” Jimin mumbled to himself, checking that he had everything. Jungkook was hardly paying any mind, too focused on trying to pep himself up for this date, until his eyes spotted the condom in one of the pockets. 

Jungkook’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. That sinking feeling seemingly exploding to new heights. 

“What’s up with you?” Jimin noticed the way Jungkook sighed and the way he wasn’t even looking at him anymore. 

“Nothing… just hurry up please.” 

“Ooo, is Jungkookie excited for his date?” Jimin tried to tease, but there was no laugh, not even a chuckle from the younger one. This was just getting depressing at this point. 

“Jungkook. Are you sure you’re ok?” Jimin’s tone turned to concern. 

“Yes, I told you I’m fine.”

“It doesn't take rocket science to see that you’re obviously not.” 

“…” 

“What’s wrong?”

“…” 

“Is it Y/n?” 

“I told you it’s not about her!” Jungkook’s voice was a little too high saying that. 

“Then what is it then? You’ve been all mopey since you picked me up.” 

“…” 

“Jungkook…” 

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” It was annoying, he was annoyed at himself. He was already ruining the fun and they haven’t even left the car yet.

“Hey.” Jungkook felt Jimin put his hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to see him look so serious. 

“I know you’ve been through some rough times and this is the first time you’re going out in a while. Do you think it may be that?” Jimin was truly concerned at this point. 

Jungkook sighed and looked out the window. 

“I know I’ve been making jokes about you and Y/n but if this is really about you being out again…” Jimin’s eyes were full of worry as he started rubbing small circles across his back. “Is that what it is?” 

“Maybe,” He was definitely nervous about doing this again, there was no doubt about that. “But don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I just need to get used to being back. I’m pretty sure it’ll go away as soon as we get inside. You just focus on your date with Y/n. She’s been excited to meet you.” He tried to force a smile. 

He noticed his hyung’s giddy smile at the thought. “She has?”

“Yes, now don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll have a good time.” He was trying to convince himself more than Jimin. 

“Alright, but let us know if it gets to be too much.”

“Hyung…”

“Ok ok ok ok, let’s go! Didn’t you say we were late?” Jimin asked as he opened the car door. Jungkook took a deep breath before doing the same. 

“Yeah we are. We should probably run or Y/n’s never going to forgive me.” And with that the two friends made their way out the garage building and across the street. 

It only took his eyes a second of searching before he spotted you and your friend already in line to get in. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and pulled him to catch up with the both of you. 

“Y/n!” Jungkook called out and your eyes immediately met with his. You smiled and waved them both over. By the time they made it to you, they were noticeably out of breath. 

“You finally made it…” You sighed in relief. Your eyes trained on Jungkook checking over his outfit, noticing he put on what you picked out. He looked good, well good would be an understatement, but he wasn’t your date tonight. 

Your eyes traveled over to the slightly shorter man who was standing right beside him. You smiled eagerly, silently thanking Jungkook, he knew your taste exactly. 

His black hair was parted right down the middle, his long bangs cascading down his face and framing it perfect. Despite the cool chill of the February air, he wore black pants with a matching blazer held together only by a single button, a shirt underneath nowhere in sight. You even noticed the chain around his neck that continued down his body. If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn Jungkook’s friend was a Greek god or something. 

While you were gawking at Jimin, Jungkook’s eyes were glued to your form. He hadn’t seen you get dressed before you left. You were wearing a simple, tight-fitted, red dress that showed off your curves perfectly. Jungkook could hardly remember the last time he had ever seen you this dressed up. He didn’t try to show it but he was shocked. You looked really good… 

He certainly wasn’t the only one who thought so. 

His eyes went to his hyung to see he was shamelessly checking you out, before happily smiling at you. He was already putting on that natrious Jimin charm. His gaze then went to yours who had that same giddy expression that for some reason made him want to punch a wall. 

“Hi, nice to meet you~ I’m Y/n!” You extended your hand to the handsome stranger and he eagerly grabbed it. 

“I’ve been excited to meet you beautiful~ I’m Jimin~” Jungkook felt his blood run cold at the nickname and the giggle you let out as a result. That wasn’t even funny, why were you laughing so hard? 

Too caught up with his own thoughts, he was a bit shocked when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and in that moment Jungkook remembered why exactly they were here in the first place. This was a double date. 

“Jungkook!” You came over and put your hand on your friend's shoulders. “Sorry I almost forgot, but this is Eun Ae and she’ll be your beautiful date tonight~” You smiled before returning back to Jimin’s side. 

Just as he knew your taste you also certainly knew what he liked as well. She was absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, the curve of her nose accenting her features, the red tint to her lips lured him in. Her skin was like porcelain, contrasting perfectly with her long black hair and dark eyes that held a sultry gaze that made him shiver. Her body was decorated with a gorgeous short, silver dress wrapped around her curves, the back low hanging down her body, making his simple brain lose it at the slightest piece of exposed skin. She really was just stunning. 

Maybe this really was exactly what he needed. 

He never doubted you when it came to picking his date, but just seeing how on the nose you managed to get it had him feeling all funny inside. You both really knew each other so well. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Y/n talks about you a lot.” Her voice was sweet and he liked it. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he could at least try and enjoy himself. But his growing hope dwindled when eyes traveled back over to you and Jimin who had his arm already wrapped around your waist. The two of you were already smiling, laughing, and the more he looked the more he wanted to leave and never come back. 

It wasn’t too long after that the four of you made it inside of the club. As he predicted the place was indeed packed, wall to wall was just a sea of people drinking, dancing, having fun with each other. It brought back a lot of memories. 

The times you would bring him out and you would party together. It feels like so long ago at this point. It was just yesterday you went to your first party as college students. He remembered how he watched you go crazy on the dance floor from the corner of the room. You had pestered him to dance with you, but he was shy and cared way too much what the sunbaes all around thought of him. That didn’t stop you though and he couldn’t stop the smile enveloping his face as he watched you and you watched him, still trying to get him to join you.

Jungkook shook himself out of the memory when he realized he had fallen behind the rest of the group. 

All of you talked and quickly came up with a game plan for the night. You all would eat dinner together real quick, hit the dance floor later, and sometime after that you would split up your double date for some alone time. 

With a little more waiting you all found yourselves in a circular booth, Jimin and Eun Ae got in first with you and Jungkook sitting next to them on the ends. You all ordered soon after.  

“You didn’t want a drink?” Eun Ae asked after the waiter left. Jungkook just shook his head. 

“This idiot thought it’d be a great idea to drive here.” You playfully teased. 

“Yeah I meant to ask you why didn’t we just take an Uber or something?” Jimin questioned. 

“What’s wrong with wanting to drive here?” Jungkook pouted and you instantly realized the reason. 

“Ah I got it. You just wanted to show off your new car, didn’t you?!” You pointed your finger at him and knew the way he started getting all shy that you got it right on the nose. Everyone at the table started to laugh. 

“I worked hard for it…” He tried to interject but everyone was too busy laughing to pay attention. He didn’t fight it though because as always you were right. After working many different part time jobs over the years, doing odd jobs for friends, and saving everything he ever earned, Jungkook was finally able to buy himself a pretty nice car a few weeks ago. A sleek black higher end Hyundai was what he got for the fruits of his labor. 

What’s so bad about wanting to show off a little? 

It wasn't the only reason though. Driving his car gave him an easy excuse to not have to drink. With a history as recent as his, he didn’t want to chance going back into that dark depressive hole that encompassed him for a few months. It’s not like he hasn’t had one since that time, but especially with how odd he’s been feeling these days, it was better not to chance it. 

The last thing he needed anyway was to drink himself into a hole. He didn’t want to do anything stupid in front of everyone. 

The waiter arrived soon with a plate full of brightly colored drinks and Jungkook’s club soda. 

“So Jimin… I guess an easy first question… How do you and Jungkook know each other?” You were honestly curious. 

“College. We were in the same psychology class his first year and we’ve been friends ever since.” Jimin smiled thinking back to the shy kid that came up to him all those years ago.

“Jungkook, you need to tell me about your friends more often.” You reached across the table and hit his hand. How dare he keep this beautiful man from you for almost 4 years? 

“Look what happens…” Jungkook mumbled but there wasn’t any way anyone would be able to hear him with the loud music playing. 

“Tell me about yourself then~” You turned back over to Jimin with doting eyes. Even in the dim light Jungkook could tell his hyung was already flustered. 

Oh no. 

“Uhhh well, I’m Park Jimin. I grew up in Busan just like you both. Um, I went to the same college as Jungkook. I was in the dance department though and—“ 

Jungkook felt a tap to his shoulder. “What about you Jungkook, what do you study?” Eun Ae asked which made his own cheeks flush. It wasn’t for the same reason as his hyung though. 

“Film Production.” He answered back shyly. 

“It was one of my last shows I did before I graduated that I was scouted for the show I’m currently doing.” He watched as you gleamed with excitement. That look on your face was exactly why he was embarrassed. Jimin was accomplished. 

Not even 2 years since he graduated yet and the man’s already made a name for himself in the modern dance world. Jimin landed himself a great gig as soon as he was free from college. It was a big production that was directed by someone Jungkook remembers was enough to get his hyung to squeal when he found out that they wanted him to play the lead role. 

There are billboards around Seoul with him and his dance partner, it was a really big show and he’s seen many of his classmates and many other people on various social medias talk about it. You could even say that it’s gone a little viral— a young, hot, talented lead dancer in this production. People were definitely going to tune in. The one show alone managed to get him enough attention that he doesn’t even need to worry about what happens when production ends. Jimin told him how he already had a long list of coordinators who were wanting to have him in their next show. He was definitely still up and coming but he’s captured the eyes of the people, experts in the field, and best of all, a variety of directors. 

Jimin was accomplished, the most probably out of everyone graduating in his class. A few months ago he was even able to move into this really nice apartment, no roommate needed whatsoever. 

Jimin ended up explaining this to you all and Jungkook felt that sinking feeling continued to grow more and more. He hated seeing that look in your eye or the way you subtly would move a little closer as he kept adding more and more impressive stuff to his list. Jungkook grabbed his cup a little tighter, taking a long swig. 

Maybe he really shouldn’t have driven today, this wasn’t strong enough. 

“Ahhh! I knew you looked familiar!” Eun Ae smiled. “It took me a minute to place your face but a few of my friends have seen your show! I wanna go see it now.” Now even his own date was getting swooned by the amazing Park Jimin. 

How could he compete with that? 

All he had to his name was his Hyundai and student loan debt. He suddenly regretted bringing him here. 

Everyone’s eyes for the most part remained on Jimin even after their food got here. He continued to talk about his life, typical first date topics but Jimin was charming you and he knew that. You had that same stupid look that he remembers you had on your face whenever your ex was at the apartment. 

Jungkook was hardly there to see it but there were moments he remembers coming home to the two of you in the living room, your eyes gleaming as he talked, that weird laugh you would do whenever he’d make a horrible joke, or the way your hands had a habit of resting on his thighs. All he’s come to realize were telltale signs that you were in fact down bad. 

Jimin also had that same dopey look with you. You made sure to engage in any of the stories he would tell, adding your own anecdotes here and there before the conversation changed to be about you. You talked about your journey preparing for law school and Jimin had that same sparkle that you did in his eyes.

This was a match, Jungkook really nailed it with this one.

…

Sometimes Eun Ae would try and spark up a conversation with him, but usually they were all relatively short lived. It wasn’t like it was hard to talk to her, in fact it was quite the opposite. She would try and ask him general first date questions and a nice back and forth would get going. She would laugh and that would make him happy, he would as well sometimes. It was nice. 

But somewhere in the middle his attention would always drift back over to you and Jimin. Eun Ae would notice and the conversation would die out before it hardly began. He hated it. 

By the time everyone finished eating Jungkook wished for nothing more than to go home. The whole time that sinking feeling he’d hoped would go away only seemed to escalate further and further, this double date harder to get through than he could have imagined. He was too sober for this. 

It was you who suggested that you take your party over to the dance floor. Popular songs everyone knew were playing as the four of you made your way to the rainbow colored floor. Couples, friends, and singles all were having a blast moving their bodies to the sounds of the music. 

Your party made it through the thick crowd and managed to wedge yourselves in between everyone. You danced all together for a while, jumping around screaming the lyrics for any of the songs you guys knew. It was the first time Jungkook was fully able to enjoy himself, hoping this was finally the turn around he needed. 

It was that same feeling he used to have whenever you dragged him to parties when you both were in your first year. He missed it so much. Spending time with you and actually enjoying himself at places like this. 

That was until the DJ decided to switch it up. Instead of the fun, hype songs for everyone, the DJ announced that the next set was for all the new couples from Valentines Day. The songs transitioned perfectly, they were a little slower with very clear and obvious sexual undertones. 

Oh no. 

Jungkook watched as you smiled at him and Eun Ae before you decided to wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck. He wasn’t bothered by this at all and placed his hands on your hips. Even in the dim light he could see the flirty exchanges, the longing glances, and subtly touches. 

Taking him out of his dazed stare was Eun Ae grabbing his hand asking to dance with him. He tried to smile and pulled her close, but his mind was elsewhere.  

No… no he wasn’t gonna do this anymore. 

Jungkook turned them around so he couldn’t face you and Jimin and turned his full attention to the beautiful lady who was his date tonight. This seemed to be just what he needed to focus. 

The two of them talked, finally having an ongoing conversation. It was nice, very nice actually. Jungkook liked her, she was funny, pretty, so pretty actually. When the songs changed to slow dance he couldn’t help but pull her even closer. His arms were wrapped tightly her waist, his head buried in her shoulder. Jungkook was already planning the next time they might be able to meet each other. This is really all he needed, alone time, away from the others. He was happy.

But that didn’t last long. 

All it took was one glance over to realize they had turned around. In Jungkook’s peripheral he saw you two… You were just inches away from each other, your faces so close he had to look twice to see if you were… your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your fingers gently running through his hair, and Jimin’s grip on your waist had lowered even further to grab at your ass. He saw red.

Jungkook felt sick.

He quickly apologized before running to the bathroom. His heart was practically jumping out his chest, his skin burned with fire. As soon as the door closed he headed straight to the sink to splash some cold water on his face, hoping to soothe whatever this horrible feeling was. 

Jungkook looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even recognize himself anymore. What was wrong with him? Was he actually sick? 

Jungkook thought back to you and Jimin and it took everything in him to not throw something. It was obvious at this point he was upset at the sight but why? He couldn’t even explain it, he should be happy for you?! You were his best friend and you were clearly having a great time. Fuck he hated it. Why him? Why was it Jimin? He couldn’t stand seeing the two of you together. Just the thought of it had him balling his fist. 

Why was he so angry? Jungkook let out a loud sigh, not even caring who was in here with him. It hurt so much, that sinking feeling making him scrunch up his face tightly hoping he could just stop it. 

How far was tonight going to go for you? Would you smile at him the same way that Jungkook knows lights up a whole room? Would you laugh at all his jokes, no matter if they’re not funny or not? Would you let him make your heart flutter, that feeling of excitement that always comes from a new romance? Jimin was a great guy, of course you probably fell into that trap. Would you let him kiss you? Your hands pulling him close to feel your sweet lips, a heated desire that you couldn’t allow to continue any longer. 

He remembered the condom in his hyung’s wallet. 

Would you let him touch you? Your fervent hands grappling, touching, pulling, needing to feel each other closer than ever. Would you let him make you cum tonight? Your desperate pleas on the verge of release, ready for him to relieve all that pent up tension from the past year. 

Jungkook’s back hit the wall, the thoughts becoming overwhelming. This was his fault. All of this was his fault. If he wasn’t so pitiful last year you wouldn’t even be in this situation, you would probably still be happy with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t need to crave the touch of Jimin. 

But he didn’t want that either. 

Jungkook just wanted to go back to the way things were before. Just you and him. 

At this point he considered leaving right now. How could he go back out there and see you out there with him? He couldn’t. But that wasn’t fair to you and it certainly wasn’t fair to Eun Ae.

Jungkook sluggishly made it back to the main area of the club, instead of going back to the dance floor he just took a seat at the bar, resting his head at the counter. It was probably a second before he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae. 

She smiled at the shocked look on his face and went ahead and took a seat right next to him. It wasn’t long before you and Jimin were making their way over too. Jungkook hardly realized though, too focused on the way your hands were intertwined. 

“I guess this would be a great time to split up?” You smiled at them and Jungkook felt sick all over again. 

Eun Ae nodded. “You guys have fun~ We’ll just be over here.”

“Ok then…” Your gaze turned toward Jungkook. “Treat Eun Ae nice ok~” 

Jungkook tried to smile and he nodded. He really should have just left.

“We’ll be at the other end of the bar, bye guys!” Jimin beamed pointed to the opposite end. Everyone said quick goodbyes before Jimin was leading you off for some alone time. 

He hated this. 

“Sooooo…” Eun Ae started, but Jungkook was hardly listening, his mind swirling with too many thoughts.

He didn’t even notice when she ordered herself a drink or when she tried having a conversation with him. Jungkook would try his best to focus but his eyes would drift over to you and Jimin at the end of the bar.

He felt a tape on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae again. 

“Jungkook.” She sounded annoyed, her arms crossed. She had every right to be mad at him. “Is there something going on?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’ve been looking at Y/n all night.” Eun Ae sounded less annoyed this time, in fact her grimmer turned into a smile. “It really isn’t hard to see that you like her.”

Jungkook felt his blood run cold. 

“Ahhh I should have seen it coming, you guys are so close and a guy like you is never just single.” She sighed, taking a swig of her drink. 

“I don’t like her.” Jungkook tried to say as dryly as he could. His words said one thing but his actions said another as his attention focused on the way Jimin took your hand and started leading you back into the sea of people. 

Eun Ae laughed, it was a hardy laugh like it was the best joke she ever heard. “You’re joking right?” She was wiping her eyes, trying to calm herself down. But Jungkook looked like he was dead serious. 

Her face fell. 

“Do you think I’m dumb?” She playfully hit his arm. “Jungkook, you've been looking at her all night. I don’t mean to brag but…” she gestured over herself “I look amazing tonight yet you haven’t been able to take your eyes off her! I can’t blame you though…” 

“We’re just friends, I’m serious.” Jungkook sounded so dejected. He surely felt that way. 

“Oookkkk, well go over there and confess, change that right now!” She pointed in the direction you left with Jimin. 

“But I can’t! I don’t like her like that, I can’t like her like that! She’s my best friend, that’s it.” Jungkook was a little too emotional in his words. Eun Ae just stared at him, accessing what the issue might be, but she finally realized the problem here. 

“Alright. Ok. Jungkook, you know it’s ok to have feelings for your best friend right? It’s Y/n too, she’s beautiful, funny, smart, you guys are best friends for a reason. Why are you treating it like it’s the worst thing in the world…” 

“I can’t lose her. Feelings make things complicated and the last thing I want to do is make things complicated with her.” Jungkook had no idea why he was spilling his guts right now. “But I really don’t like her like that so that doesn’t even matter…” He tried to save himself but Eun Ae was seeing right through it. 

“I understand these things can be scary. I know you guys have been friends for years now, taking that leap can be difficult. But Jungkook, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s hurting you… at some point there will be a ‘too late.’” 

Too late…

Jungkook couldn’t resist at this point and ordered himself a shot of whiskey. It wasn’t enough whatsoever to get him drunk but he enjoyed the warmth as it went down his throat. He held his face in his hands as the reality of her words was starting to make things obvious. 

Just imagining you and Jimin together made his heart ache so much it made it hard to breathe. As much as he tried to convince himself this was all a product of just being a little too close over the last year, he would actually have to be stupid to realize it wasn’t that. 

But admitting it was a different challenge. Making it an issue he needed to address was terrifying.  

He didn’t say anything. Eun Ae didn’t either but rubbed his back gently. 

The revelation was horrifying. He was jealous, so so fucking jealous. Jimin had everything, but the one thing that was his Jimin had to come and take that too. 

“I don’t… I can’t like her…” 

“I don’t mean to be that person, but Jungkook… turn around.” Eun Ae pointed out. Jungkook turned around and it felt like his whole world ended. 

You and Jimin were in the far distance, even in the dim light he could see your back against one of the pillars in the club, your arms wrapped around Jimin as he kissed you passionately. 

In an instant he felt his heart shatter into two. It was like the end of his perfect world, the lie had come crumbling down and he was facing the consequences. You weren’t his, nothing about this scene was wrong, but the longer he looked the more his heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, it was too much. 

Without thinking Jungkook got up to his feet and looked at Eun Ae.

“I’m sorry—“ 

“Go! I’m rooting for you!” She cheered and Jungkook was pushing himself through the crowd. 

He couldn’t think whatsoever, his heart being the one that carried his feet over to the two of you. Furry, anger, sadness, it hurt so bad. He could hardly breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he can’t be too late?!

As he got closer the more he got sick. He could see the way Jimin eagerly ran his hands down your sides, grabbing anything you could, he could see the way your tongues danced around, the more detail the harder it was to look. If he didn’t get there soon he knew his hyung would be dragging you out of a club, inviting you back to his fancy apartment a few blocks away. 

The thought had him speeding up as he made it up the stairs and behind the two of you. He pulled Jimin off of you as quickly as he could, an obvious agitation and roughness to his actions. Immediately Jimin turned around, a little shocked to find Jungkook there, but he could hardly process it before Jungkook was grabbing your wrist. 

“What the–” 

“Sorry, I need to talk to Y/n.” He didn’t elaborate at all and, maybe a little too roughly, started pulling you toward the exit in the back.  

“Jungkook what the hell?” You were clearly mad at him and honestly you have every right to be, but Jungkook didn’t pay any attention and quickly led you to the doors at the back of the building.

He forced them open, the doors parting violently, as he led you down the ramp. Outside was an alleyway, a dim light over the door that would flicker occasionally, it being the only thing lighting up the area. The sounds of the loud music from the club faded as the doors shut behind you, but the violent booms of the bass in the music continued to bleed through the brick walls. No one was out here but the two of you. 

“Jungkook?! Hello?!” You called out and he abruptly let go of your wrist. He started pacing back and forth, seemingly very distressed. “I don’t know if you noticed but I was clearly in the middle of something!” You said even more annoyed that he wasn’t saying anything.   

Silence.

“Did something happen?” You asked a tad bit of concern in your voice this time, but all you got was more silence. 

“Jungkook, talk to me please!” You begged, getting even more frustrated. He just dragged you away from Jimin for seemingly no reason and all you got was silence. You were pissed, you wanted him to say something… anything. 

You didn’t know how the silence seemed to grow even louder. 

You had enough of his games.

“Ok… If that’s how you wanna be then…” You were mad and you made sure he knew that. 

You started heading for the ramp but a hand on your wrist pulled you back, suddenly your back was against the brick wall and Jungkook was closer than you remembered. A lot closer. His grip on your wrist was still tight and you both just stared at each other, your breathing heavy.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it because before you could process anything his lips were suddenly on yours. He didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t know why he had brought you out here. You were with Jimin, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. Your lips were so soft and his entire body lit up with a fire he had never experienced in his life. 

This was it, everyone was right. 

The kiss didn’t last very long, he finally came to his senses to realize what he had done. 

Jungkook pulled away slowly, waiting for you to push him away, waiting for you to scream, waiting for that look on your face that told him you’d be moving out the next day, but none of that happened. Jungkook saw the look of surprise on your face for a split second. He searched your eyes for any indication of what you were thinking, but you didn’t give him much time to look because you used your hands to pull his face to yours again. 

Jungkook was shocked but was easily able to melt into it, him bringing a hand up to tilt your head so he could kiss you better. He had never felt like this before, the adrenaline was pumping through his veins making everything even more heightened. Your body, your lips, your hands, oh fuck your hands. They had moved to pull at the long strands that covered his head.  

Jungkook knew at that moment he couldn’t be your friend ever again. He liked this way too much for that to be possible.

You were so good, so beautiful, how had he not seen that before? Why hadn’t he done this before? 

Jungkook used his other hand to rest on your waist and pull your body closer. It just wasn’t enough, nothing was enough at this point, he wanted you so much closer. 

Jungkook sent you further into the wall, needing a better angle. You both got more antsy, fevorant touches all over, your lips hastily moving together, the tension that’s been building for years finally… he’s finally…

Jungkook pushed you even further, the hand on your hip going to your thigh and traveling up your soft skin, pushing your dress further up your leg. He needed you now, the desperation becoming too much at this point. 

Jungkook broke away from your lips to dive straight for your neck, planting hurried kisses along your burning skin. You gasped at the feeling and Jungkook ground into you at the sound. He wanted you to keep making pretty sounds for him. 

He decided to suck a little harder this time and the moan you made had him hurriedly chasing his hips into yours as he moved back to quiet you and himself. 

He could have cried at how much his body was screaming at him to have you.

Jungkook had zero regard for the fact they were still in this alleyway, he didn’t care whatsoever. All he wondered was how soon he could get inside you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jungkook’s mind was hazy and the thing he could focus on was how nice your lips felt and how good it felt to rub himself along your thigh like this. You wouldn’t mind right? If he takes you right here and now…

Fuck, your lips, your skin, your body, so good, you were so good, so amazing. Everything happening and he just had to–

Before things progressed any further, both of your attentions turned back to the door that led to the club. A couple, smiling, laughing together, who were likely heading home walked out. You saw the way their smiles dropped when they quickly noticed they were interrupting something. They both tried not to make eye contact as they came down the ramp and headed down the alley. As they passed it was obvious they were talking about the two of you, them hushingly complaining about PDA these days.

Jungkook couldn’t even look at them, knowing what might have happened if they hadn’t interrupted. The awkward encounter didn’t sway him whatsoever though and as the couple made it out the alley, Jungkook turned to face you to see a pained expression on your face. The both of you knew what you wanted.

“Car?” Jungkook rushed out hurriedly and you nodded. You were about to make your dash for the car but you felt his hand pull you back and you looked at him confused. One glance behind you was all you needed to see to notice the very obvious problem that you had made.

Jungkook looked around, his face flushed, a sense of embarrassment clouding over him as he pulled you close. If you didn’t feel it before you certainly could now. It made you even more excited. “Don’t walk too far ahead…” He whispered and you got the picture. 

As quickly as you could you made the dash across the street and up all the stairs to the parking garage. Somewhere in the back of his mind he silently thanked himself for bringing his car with him and laughing at anyone who decided to make fun of him for doing so. There wasn’t any way he was making it back to the apartment like this.

When you finally made it to the car he couldn’t resist and pushed you into the door. He kissed you hard, not being able to stand being away from you any longer. The little bit of extra privacy and desire to feel you made him bolder, quickly snaking his hand up your thigh and grabbing a handful of your ass. 

“Jungkook—“ You whined way too loudly considering where, instantly having him chase his hips into you. He hurriedly picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he leaned you against the door. The new angle allowed him to practically fuck you with your clothes on. Jungkook kissed you desperately, touching and grabbing everything he could, as he rutted into you. 

Fuck, he needed you now. 

“Jungkook— I need you so bad please—“ You whispered right in his ear. Your words triggered something primal inside of him. If he didn’t get you both inside soon, he wouldn’t give two shits anymore. He was fucking you on his car.

He felt like a fucking teenager all over again, you were literally right in front of the door. 

Jungkook racked his cloudy brain trying to remember where he put his keys. At the same time, your lips started trailing down his neck. You quickly found a spot that instantly had him moaning for you, a particularly hard thrust assuring you that this was the spot. As soon as you figured it out, you kept going, kissing and sucking, getting such pretty whines to fall from his lips. 

“If you keep doing that shit we’re not gonna make it into the car.” He groaned, so fucking tempted to just take you right now, like this. 

Where the fuck did he put his keys?! 

He haphazardly searched through his memories, trying to pinpoint when he had them last when it suddenly came to him. They were in his suit pocket. It couldn’t come soon enough that he reached his hand into it and just like he remembered, he managed to find the fob. 

He hastily pulled it out and unlocked his car. 

He sat you down and hurriedly opened the door. Jungkook climbed in the back seat and you went right in after, climbing straight onto his lap, and slamming the door behind you. 

Jungkook just stared at you for a second, his mind unable to process the beauty that was in front of him. Oh fuck…

You didn’t give him too much time to admire and pulled him back into a kiss, this angle making it so you could easily grind yourself against him. The friction made the both of you moan out, your bodies brushing against each other in a rush to feel. He wanted so much more. 

You broke away from the kiss and focused your attention on kissing his neck right on that spot, enjoying the soft sighs of pleasure he would let out as his grip on your waist tightened. 

Jungkook was going to lose his mind. He tried to come back enough to pull your dress up back over your ass. His hands were quick to feel, making you groan softly. 

That’s it. Foreplay was nice but it’s been so long and he needed to feel you now, his whole body screaming at him to take it up a notch. He wanted to feel you around him, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook hurriedly tugged at the thin strings of your thong. It took him a moment to remember the fact they were in his car, with how cramped it was back here, it would take you way too long to try and get them down your legs. Instead, he moved his hand and used his finger to gently massage your clothed bud, instantly earning him a gratifying moan from you as a reward. 

You were already so wet for him, the lacy fabric soaked and he could have just died right there. You were enjoying this, you were enjoying his touch… Did you want him as much as he wanted you? Has your body been longing for him, waiting for this day to happen? His mind was fuzzy so he didn’t think about it too hard, but it just made him that much more eager to finally be inside you. 

He got a little braver as he pushed your thong to the side, letting his fingers finally slide through the slickness of your folds. 

“Jung–Jungkook, fuck please…” You begged, throwing your head back in pleasure. Maybe in other instances he would have been more inclined to tease you a little but he couldn’t be bothered with you begging for him like that. All he wanted was to please you. 

Jungkook watched your face intently as he curled a finger into you, the both of you moaning out in the process. His whole body reacted, you were so warm, tight around him, so fucking good. If you felt this good around his finger just imagining you around his…

Jungkook couldn’t help rutting into you at the thought. Just wait till he fucks you… 

He eagerly got to work, a finger in your hole while he used his thumb to rub circles around your clit. It wasn’t his best work since he didn’t have too much room to work with, but that didn’t matter whatsoever. 

He marveled at the pretty sounds you would make, he could even feel your arms shaking as you held onto his shoulder. At this point he added another finger, hoping you could take him soo—

Oh my fucking gosh… In an instant he remembered a very important item he left in his drawer in his room. 

He didn’t bring condoms.

They weren’t at all a top priority in his mind since he really didn’t think he was going to have sex tonight. He was so disheveled about the date there wasn’t any ounce of him that considered he could very well be having sex at any point, but fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was the worst possible time he could have forgotten to bring a condom.

Jungkook took out all his sexual frustration of the situation on you, turning it up the notch in making sure he can at least make you cum. He added another finger and his attention focused on your neck till he managed to find the sweet spot that got you to whimper for him. 

You quickly used your hand to cover your month, the only one the tiniest bit aware of the fact that you were getting fingered in a public parking lot. But your efforts to keep quiet didn’t last for too long, Jungkook’s fingers brushing past the spot that made you practically a mess on top of him. 

“There there please!” You tried to whisper but it was no use. Jungkook already knew he found it and you buried yourself in his suit jacket. You were going to scream at this point, your body on fire for a touch you’ve longed for for over a year. 

“I wanna hear you…” He said it so softly you barely caught it with the way your mind was spinning. 

“Fuck— but we’re in public,” you ended up moaning out. You were gonna cum soon at this rate.

Jungkook quickened up the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of your soaking pussy, this angle making it so he hit that spot over and over and— Your back arched instinctively and a moan you just couldn’t contain escaped your lips. He wasn’t going to let you be quiet. 

A fire seemed to burn brighter and brighter inside you, your whole body tingling and ready. You were so close. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook please I’m so close!” You cried, throwing your head back. You didn’t care at all who heard you anymore, all you wanted was that sweet release. 

Jungkook’s breathing became heavier as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. The feeling of your warm walls soaking his fingers and the beautiful moans you would let out had him spiraling out of control quicker and quicker. He wanted to fuck you so bad. 

“Please—“ Your moans got louder. You were close and he knew that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were so close. His grip on your hips tightened and his hips hastily came up to meet nothing. Why did he have to forget condoms? He was moaning along with you. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuc—

It will forever be ingrained into his memory, the time you came all over his fingers in the parking garage in front of the club. Every single detail. The way you looked him right in his eyes, that look as he saw you reached that sweet release, your moans stopping, the moment so overwhelming you couldn’t even scream. The feeling of the way your walls tightened around his fingers, soaked beyond belief at this point. The way his heart swelled because you were so fucking pretty like this. What made this even more memorable was the result. 

Right in that moment he felt it too, hitting him like a freight train, his whole body shook as he felt that sweet release right along with you. 

You both stared at each other, trying your best to come down from that high feeling. Your breathing was heavy but your body buzzed with excitement, you wanted to feel him, no, needed to feel him at this point. 

You were about to reach down to grab at his belt but your attention focused on the way he hurriedly looked down between the two and back up at you with panicked eyes. 

Confused, you looked down and you saw the issue. The only lights in the car were the little ones bleeding in from the neon signs outside, but the angle was just right for you to see the wet stain that painted his pants. 

“I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so sorry.” It was clear he was embarrassed, you were almost sure in the darkness you could see his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red by the second. 

You couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Don’t laugh!” He cried, getting more and more flustered. 

“You’re so cute! No need to be embarrassed~” You tried to reassure, but you weren’t really helping. 

“I don’t even know what happened…” Jungkook was in disbelief. This has never happened before and of course of all times it did it had to be with you, the girl he wanted to impress the most. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m serious Jungkook…”

“I know we couldn’t go all the way but fuck I just had to—“ He was ranting but you quickly interrupted, wondering what he meant by that. 

“I forgot condoms…” He sighed, hating to admit the fact but was still shocked when he felt the light slap on his shoulder.

“How could you forget condoms? We literally went on dates today, it’s a date Jungkook, you always bring condoms on dates.” You were flabbergasted by this fact. You knew you should have helped him pack for the date as well. 

The mention of the fact that you both were in fact still on dates with other people had an awkward tension arising and words that needed to be said became even more obvious. 

You were about to say something but Jungkook shushed you. 

“Not here, while I’m like this…” You knew what he was referring to so you just shut yourself up and moved off top of him. Jungkook’s eyes hung onto your form, a worried expression on your face, before he was pushing out the car door and getting out. 

Jungkook tried to hurry and get to the door in front, as it was extremely obvious the minute he stepped out what the two of you were doing in his car. The stain on his dark gray suit was a dead giveaway, but your lipstick was smeared all over his face and neck, and you could even see faint marks of hickeys.

You resisted the urge to laugh as he struggled to get the door open. You were quick to follow him and got in on the passengers side. 

“Uh— we should probably text Jimin and Eun Ae letting them know we’re leaving.” Jungkook pointed out and you felt horrible realizing you already forgot about them. You were actually terrible. 

You and Jungkook sent quick texts to the friends you brought along and Jungkook was pulling out of the parking garage on the way back to your apartment.

Not a word was said to each other on the way over, the silence loud enough to leave your mind spiraling. What the actual fuck did you just do? 

When you both made it back, you both still didn’t talk then, Jungkook immediately headed to the shower before you could even attempt to bring it up. Your mind was flooded and you ended up turning to what takes your mind off stress best and that’s cleaning, more specifically you decided now would be the perfect time to do laundry. 

You just had sex with your best friend. You had sex with Jungkook?! Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. Your best friend. 

You just crossed a line you knew you were never going to be able to come back from. That platonic barrier you tried your best to hide behind was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. 

The fact you both haven’t even talked about what happened made you even more worried. Did he like you? Were you a desperate attempt at a quick fuck? Were you about to lose your best friend? Your mind was so clouded as you loaded clothes into the dryer, you didn’t notice when Jungkook came up right behind you.

“Hello?” Jungkook asked and you nearly screamed. Your body reacted on its own and you turned around to start swinging, or rather more so waving your arms around hoping it’d do something. 

“Hey wait—“ He tried to say but you didn’t even process the fact it was just Jungkook until one of your swings actually did a little damage, a firm slap right across his chest was enough for him to cry out and you finally opened your eyes to see your friend right behind you. 

“Oops” You mumbled already feeling that guilt start to creep up. But Jungkook didn’t look mad whatsoever, if anything he looked amused. He thought you were absolutely adorable. 

Instead of saying anything about it though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s me stupid…” He mumbled into your skin.

You couldn’t help but melt into his embrace, that fluttery feeling spreading all throughout your body. He was so warm and you enjoyed the sweet scents of his body wash. “You should have said something sooner..” You pointed out. 

“I did, I kept calling your name but you didn’t hear me.” He retorted and it just made you feel worse. 

Silence passed for a little while before you finally muttered “I’m sorry…” Jungkook didn’t say anything but pulled you tighter against him. 

“What are you doing by the way?” He finally asked and let you go. You got back to working on getting the clothes in the dryer. 

“Laundry, you know when I get stressed I start doing chores…” You muttered. 

“I know that, but why are you so stressed?” He chuckled and you quickly turned around to face him again. 

“Because you’re my best friend and you know what we just did in the back of your car! We just crossed a whole lot of lines and I’m confused—“ You were stern but your eyes couldn’t help but take in his appearance. His long hair was damp and still curly, a white shirt hung loosely around his frame and he had on those strange, bright blue shorts underneath. 

He was absolutely breathtaking.

Jungkook sighed but leaned forward so his hands were back on the washer, caging you in. He was so close. 

“I’m an idiot, I'm sorry…” He sighed as his eye focused right on yours. You were intrigued, waiting for him to continue. 

“This whole week I’ve just felt off, you know? Ever since you brought up you wanted to go on a double date… I tried to convince myself that it was all because of the fact that we were going out again after all this time. I knew deep down and apparently others did as well, that it was because I liked you…” His words made your heart do a backflip.

“I couldn’t accept it for a while because feelings are complicated and the last thing I wanted to do was make the relationship with the person who’s been by my side even during my worst times complicated. Losing you…” You noticed it, his eyes were a little glossy. 

“I couldn’t lose you.” You could have just melted into the floor right there, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

“But when I saw you and hyung together…” His eyes turned away. “I knew I couldn’t pretend anymore… I had to do something before it was too late.” He tried to smile but you could hear the pain in his voice. 

“I’m sorry I was too forward, I just had to do something before you walked away… I didn’t even ask how you feel…” He finally met your eyes once again and he was shocked to see your eyes filled with tears. 

“How do I feel? You really are an idiot Jungkook…” You tried to laugh but you were getting choked up. He looked utterly confused. 

“I’ve liked you since highschool! I spent all this time thinking you didn’t like me back. You never made a move back then, but then we came here and you got a girlfriend pretty quickly. I thought it must have been one-sided, you know? I started dating Incheol but when you came back… I had a little hope over the past year, but when you agreed to go on a double date, I thought it was finally time to give up.”

If Jungkook wasn’t so consumed in questioning his own feelings for you he would have noticed the signs. The way you meticulously analyzed his face when you suggested a double date, hoping he would hate the idea, or at the very least show some disdain to it. He would have noticed the way you slammed the door after he agreed to it and cried silently to yourself in your room at your silly feelings for your best friend. He would have noticed long before the event of Valentines weekend the look in your eyes whenever you spent time together. He would have guessed maybe he had something to do with you and Incheol breaking up. You tried to put on a brave face, at this point thinking Jungkook really didn’t see you that way.   

“What…” His voice was small and he was just staring at you in shock. 

“I think we’re both dumb—“ Jungkook hardly let you finish your sentence before he was pushing you against the washer and finally closing the distance.

The kiss was soft and nothing like what happened at the club. It was just pure passion that had years of negligence behind it. It was a little scary taking this step with Jungkook, you couldn’t lose him either, but you were glad that you were. Your heart was full and you wanted nothing more than to have him closer.

He lifted you on top of the washer, the angle allowing him to pull you closer.   

Jungkook pulled away slowly, the pull of your lips way too enticing but he had something to say. His hand came up to caress your cheek softly before 3 words you’ll never forget left his mouth. “I love you.” His voice barely above a whisper but you heard it loud and clear.

“It’s probably too soon to say that but I just needed you to—“ You didn’t give him time to finish before you were pulling him back, kissing him hard. 

“I love you too…” You probably could have cried in the moment but the words lit a fire in you and you needed him closer. 

Your words sent Jungkook to a new level of insane, he needed to be inside you. You certainly felt it too, the nudging against your thigh made it obvious. 

Jungkook broke the kiss, your breaths were heavy and he was eagerly playing with the hem of your dress. ”Y/n do you wanna—“ He didn't need to finish, you were already nodding your head. 

You were suddenly lifted off the washer, laughing as Jungkook practically sped his way over to your room, kicking in the door and throwing you onto the bed. 

You both giggled but the moment was not lost, Jungkook quickly climbing on top of you and finding your lips once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer, you needed him closer. Your body was on fire and all you wanted was to feel him. 

Jungkook pulled away slowly, hand trailing down your body, and his eyes staring right into yours.

“You’re so beautiful…” His words were soft and had you melting on the inside. 

“Jungkook…”

His eyes scanned over you once more. “We should have done this sooner…” He chuckled lightly, but he was serious. This whole evening wouldn’t have been necessary if he was just honest with himself sooner. 

Jungkook started kissing you lightly down the neck making you gasp. 

“We’re dumb, aren’t we?” You replied breathlessly as he started to suck a little harder. You moaned lightly, knowing this was likely gonna leave a mark. 

“Extremely…” He was hardly paying attention anymore, his full attention now on making you feel good. He wanted to devour you, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook’s attention focused on your eyes as he started pulling your dress up. “Just think about it… instead of all this sexual frustration we could have been— oh.” You couldn’t even finish at the way he rutted into you. 

“We’re so fucking stupid… I feel like I’m gonna explode…” He said bashfully.

“You did earlier...” You playfully teased and could stop yourself laughing at the way his mouth dropped. 

“I hate you so much.” He mumbled, trying to feign being upset but you could see the smile on his face. 

“Says the man who just confessed he loves me~” You giggled and at this he couldn’t help but laugh along with you. Jungkook sighed knowing it’s true. 

You didn’t miss the way he started moving down your body, in between the commotion your body lighting up at what you knew he had in mind next.

He eventually got to the point he was staring right at your long ruined thong and took a shaky breath. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad. 

Jungkook looked up at you. “Please?” He asked hurriedly and you nodded. With your permission he quickly pushed up your dress even further and tugged your panties down your legs. 

“You’re so pretty.” He said absentmindedly, like you weren’t supposed to hear. You chuckled at his words making him look back up at you. 

He flushed realizing he said that outloud but smiled because you did. His shy demeanor quickly shifted as you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Who were you imagining the other night?” Jungkook asked suddenly as he moved a finger through your slick folds.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned, but his finger now circling your clit had your mind elsewhere. 

“That day I was working on my project. Valentine's Day.” 

Silence passed for a little while until you suddenly sat up realizing what he was talking about. Jungkook laughed at the look on your face. 

“You put too much faith in the walls, my desk is right on the other side.” Jungkook had a slight teasing tone to his voice, an adorable bunny expression on his face like he wasn't fingering you right now as he admitted to hearing you play with yourself. 

You laid back down, embarrassment creeping up making your face hot. 

“No need to be embarrassed.” Jungkook recounted back to the words you told him earlier. You just groaned, somehow that made it worse. Jungkook chuckled, but his attention turned toward what he was doing between your legs. 

“I’m serious though. It was hot… really hot.” He smiled. 

“Stopppp…” You cried, both in the way you still couldn’t even look at him, but also his finger started picking up the pace.  

“You were the reason I was up all night trying to work on it.” He chuckled darkly. At this you finally peered down at him. 

“You sounded so pretty, I wanted to come over and help you. I thought you would never be down for that but after tonight, I can’t help but wonder who it was you were thinking of to make you sound like that?” His face was just as innocent as it normally was, but his words were dangerous. 

Your embarrassment in the situation faded immediately and instead a cocky grin spread across your face. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You laughed. 

“Tell me.”

“Make me.” You retorted back quickly. You were playing with fire at this point but you wanted to see what he would do. 

Your words were a challenge, a fire alighting inside.

His sweet smile disappeared as he turned back to your soaking pussy. He smirked and with that challenged head tilt he always did, he said nothing more as he dove straight between your legs. You hardly had any time to react before he was spreading your legs and taking one long lick between your folds. 

Your body reacted on its own, a fire spreading throughout your body and a soft moan escaped your lips. You looked down at him a little shocked but you were a little surprised to find him looking up at you. You saw him smirk quickly before diving straight back then, this time with full intent on making you scream. 

You never really knew what you pictured Jungkook to be like during sex. You never saw anything weird when he was dating Yoona and when you were still dating Incheol you and Jungkook hardly ever ran into each other. You were over at his place mainly, but you would occasionally come back to your shared apartment to hang out. You can still remember all the times you would be lying in bed awake to the sounds of girls moaning their hearts out in the room next door. It wasn’t the quiet guy who had been your friend since high school, but you knew whatever was happening next door was good. 

You finally found out today what all the fuss was about. 

Jungkook was skilled as he swirled his tongue around your clit. Your hands quickly found their place in his dark locks, your body being set ablaze at the pleasure. 

“Oh fuck–” You whinned.

His movements got faster and the more you wanted. “Jungkook, please…” You pleaded. 

He pulled back at your words and smiled. “Tell me then, who were you thinking of that night?” His fingers got back to work teasing your clit. 

“Just forget that and make me– ohhh gosh.” You cried as he moved them to finger your clenching hole. With experience in the car he was quickly able to find the spot that had made you a mess so quickly for him. 

You whined. “Jungkook, fuck, please.” You were practically begged, needing more. 

“I said tell me.” His voice was calm as he looked at you already a mess for so little. The work of his one finger alone was enough to have you brushing against the edge. If anything it made it worse, you could almost taste the release. 

He made sure to speed up the pace pushing over that same spot, maybe it was the drought that made you so sensitive, but you moaned, your back arching at the feeling.

“Tell me Y/N–” Jungkook said again. 

“It was you!” You cried, you couldn’t play the game anymore. “It was you Jungkook!” You made sure to say it again so he heard. Suddenly he stopped. Confused and a little annoyed you looked down to see a stupid smile on his face, both in the fact that he won and you had thought of him like that. 

It was just like this almost, him between your legs as he ate you out for hours, was the fantasy your brain had chosen to go with to try and soothe the ache between your legs. 

“I can promise you I’m better in person.” Jungkook suddenly said and you just playfully rolled your eyes. He already proved that to be true. 

“I’m sure you are, now get back to work, we’ve been deprived way too long for you to try and edge.” You giggled and he laughed at that. 

“What’s wrong with taking our time a little? I like seeing you a mess for me.” He cheesed and your heart swelled. You loved him so much. 

“Jungkook…” You warned and at this he finally took the hint and got back to work. 

He eagerly went to add a second finger inside and his tongue was back to suck on your clit. The combination had that flame quickly returning. His fingers curled inside you and he made quick work of his tongue, not having any shame in making it messy. He groaned against you, an added pleasure he quickly could tell had an effect. 

Jungkook thought you were absolutely beautiful, so pretty and all for him. The sight had him quickly reminded of the fact he didn’t get to finish the way he wanted to in the car and how much he wanted to fuck you. His hips unconsciously collided with your mattress trying to chase some sort of pleasure. It hurt at this point but his attention remained on you. 

He saw you hastily pull down the straps of your dress to play with your tits, and one hand coming back to tangle in his hair. He felt the gentle tugs whenever it just felt so good and he could have died happy right there in that moment. Right between your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m so close–” You hastily cried out. Jungkook took the hint and took it up just a little more and it was more than enough to have you quickly spiraling toward the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. Your body shook and your thighs clamped around his head. As you slowly came down from the experience he continued to devour you until you pushed him away slightly from overstimulation. 

He finally sat up, his face wet from your juices and a big smile on his face. You smiled back at him. Your eyes though quickly went from his face to the obvious tent in his shorts. Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it before he was back on top of you and hastily kissing your lips.

If you didn’t see it before you definitely could feel it now, the tip nudging right where you wanted him making you even more eager to finally feel him against you. But you had other plans first…

You made quick work of flipping you both over, leaving you on top and in control. He looked at you a little confused before you kissed him on his cheek, making him smile. 

“What are you doing?” He chuckled lightly as your kisses trailed back up to his lips. You kissed him with a heated passion, wanting him to know how much you loved him. Jungkook was quick to get in the groove, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you closer while his other hand trailed down your back. 

You finally felt him reach the hem of your dress and attempted to try and pull it back up but you pulled away and looked him right in the eye. If he wasn’t confused before he definitely was now. 

You smiled at him and leaned so you were right next to his ear. 

“Not yet, let me repay the favor first.” You whispered and gently took his ear between your teeth before moving to his neck and sucking on it lightly. 

Jungkook was speechless for a little while, the pleasure your mouth was bringing made it hard to think, wanting to just get lost in the pleasure. 

“I don’t know…” He eventually chuckled, the grip on your waist tightening. You finally moved to look at him again. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked a little confused. 

“Wanna fuck you so bad, plus… you looked too good while I was eating you out. I don’t know if I could make it.” His face was flushed, clearly embarrassed by the confession. 

At this you smirked. Oh you were definitely going to repay him, not only for the orgasm but for teasing you earlier. 

You let your hand travel down his body till it rested on the waistband of his shorts. “You sure you wanna say no?” You questioned playfully as you slipped your hand underneath grabbing a fistful of his length. Your antics got an immediate reaction from him, a moan quickly escaping his lips. 

You made quick work and slowly pumped your hand slowly over his length, watching his face scrunch up in bliss. He was so fucking pretty. 

“I–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as your thumb traced circles over the tip, you could already feel the precum leaking from the tip. 

“Y/n please…” he eventually cried out, making you smile. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked teasingly. 

“No, fuck– please.” He finally peered over at you and saw that teasing look, knowing this was probably because of earlier. 

With the go ahead you moved down the bed, helping him pull his shorts down and tossing them somewhere around your room. The both of you giggled before you found a comfortable place right in front of his cock. 

You stared marveling at what was in front you. His dick was already making your mouth water, the length, the girth, the slight curve, the tip was a flaming red, and precum sliding down the sides. Of course, what more should you have expected from him.

You wrapped a hand around him, right at the base. You wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking it lightly, enjoying the delicious moan Jungkook let out as a result. You popped off quickly though, earning a groan of annoyance. 

“What happened to no teasing?” He questioned breathlessly. 

You just smiled at him before diving back again. You had every full intention of teasing him just a little longer, but you felt Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head, clearly intended to keep you in place. 

Oh so he wants to play like that?

At this you finally started to take more of him, getting about halfway before you let your hand do the rest of the work at quickly pumping him. You felt him grab your hair tightly and you’ll never forget the way he whimpered, clearly not expecting you to do that. 

It wasn’t long before he let go and you popped off with a smile. You won this time. 

“Y/n please.” No playfulness to his voice anymore, he was begging you. 

You couldn’t resist and you got back to work. You grabbed him again and pumped him quickly and got to work gently massaging his balls. At this you instantly had his arm coming over his eyes, a long groan falling from his lips. 

“Y/n oh fuck, fuck fu–” He was so fucking sensitive. 

He hadn’t been touched in a year, plus your little rendezvous in the car, and now here you were going down on him. Every little flick of your tongue or jerk from your hand had him speeding toward the edge, but he still wanted to take you. 

Your mouth came around him length once more, doing your best to make him feel good. Jungkook couldn’t resist looking, he finally glanced down at you and moaned instantly. You were taking him so well– fuck fuck. 

“Y/n…” He finally moaned. You could already sense what he was about to say. At this you sped up your pace. 

“Oh fuck, you feel so good– but– ohhhh” He cried, his hand coming up to grab at your hair again. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna–” He could have cried. The image of just cumming down your throat made him want to let you continue. 

He was so close. 

“Y/n I’m gonna cum…” He sighed, honestly a little embarrassed at how sensitive he was but you were just too good. 

His words didn’t sway you and if anything you upped it a little more. 

“Shit wait wait!” For a second he thought he wouldn’t even be able to tell you to stop, his orgasm so fucking close for a spilt second he wanted it to happen, but right along that edge you popped off and took your hands away. 

His body cried out at the lack of contact and he had to take a second to get himself to calm down. When his attention finally went to you, smiling up at him.

He couldn’t even joke around at that moment and sat up to pull you up so you were hovering over his cock.

“Please…” He was breathless and his desperation was starting to affect you. You pulled down the zipper on your dress and pulled it over your form, you also saw Jungkook hastily ripping off his white shirt and throwing it across the room.

He grabbed your hips and attempted to try and guide you down but you stopped him. He looked at you confused

“Condoms, remember?” You laughed and he did as well realizing his mistake.

“Please hurry…” He whined playfully, watching you reach over to your nightstand, shuffle through its contents, before pulling your hand out empty handed. He was once again confused.  

You stared at him in horror and it had him instantly wanting to commit a crime. “You don’t have any?” He asked in disbelief. You just stared at him.

He tugged on his hair in frustration. “Do you think that the convenience store down the street is still open?” He was trying to come up with some sort of solution. “I don’t even know if there are any in my room, do you think we can find some at this time of night, fuck fuck, why does this keep–” As he was trying to find a way at of this predicament you went back in your drawer and pulled out what he’s needed this entire evening.

“Just kidding~” You cheesed, watching the look on his face. If he wasn’t so horny right now he might have tackled you, but instead he laughed at your antics and he playfully rolled his eyes as gestured for you to put it on.

You ripped open the packaging with your teeth and hurriedly slid it down his length. He was so sensitive from earlier he made it difficult trying to put it on, bucking himself into your hand in search of any type of friction. 

Once you managed to get it on, you wasted no time and lined yourself up before sinking slowly down his dick, enjoying the way he filled you up. 

You both moaned at the feeling. Jungkook hurriedly grabbed your hips at the pleasure. You were so warm, wet, and tight around him, you felt so good and looked so pretty on top of him like this. Oh this isn’t gonna last long.

You sat there for a second, allowing your body to get adjusted but you could tell Jungkook was antsy at the way he subtly ground himself into you for some sort of friction. 

“Y/n– fuck, you’re so–” He cried and you chuckled at his reaction. 

“Does it feel good?” You asked. 

Jungkook just smiled at first, wondering how that was even a question at first. “So go– engghhh fuck…” He sighed as you slowly started to move your hips. You watched him intently as his face scrunched up and you felt the way his grip on your waist tightened. 

With new motivation you finally allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure and just enjoyed the way he felt inside of you, steadily speeding up your pace.

Jungkook just stared up at you. Ever since he met you he never would have imagined himself in this position, you on top while you worked to please him so well. Yesterday he was so adamant he felt nothing but platonic feelings for you and today… He had spent so much time trying to lie to himself, if only he had been honest with himself from the get go you could have done this so much sooner. 

His heart swelled at the thought. He was so stupid. How could he have tried to tell himself he didn’t want this? You bouncing yourself happily on his cock, looking so pretty while you took him so well. Fuck, he was so happy. 

With the way you teased him earlier it didn’t take very much for him to feel that ache once again. Jungkook grabbed your hips and took control, he watched your face turn to one of shock before you melted into the new pace he was setting.

You moaned and he could have sworn he’s never heard such a beautiful sound. He wanted to please you, make you feel good, and in a weird way, repay you for all you’ve done for him. 

“Jungkook, shit, hghhh–” You cried.

Fuck he was close. 

Before you even knew what was happening, suddenly you were on your back, staring Jungkook right in the eye. 

He was quick to set a punishing pace, you could have screamed at the sudden pleasure. Jungkook buried himself in your neck and you could hear all the little grunts and moans he would let out and it was almost too much. So good, you were getting close.

Jungkook could certainly tell, the feeling of your walls gripping him even tighter– fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed you sloppily, wanted to feel you even closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning into the kiss, sensing what was happening. 

It didn’t take much time till he was pulling away and burying his head back in your shoulder, a glorious moan spilling from his lips. A wave of pleasure washed over him as you felt his hips still and his whole body shake lightly.

You rubbed his back softly as you helped him work through it. 

You thought this was the end of your game, but you were shocked. Jungkook immediately turned to your nightstand, opening up and shuffling through the top drawer. 

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. 

It was almost immediately that you got your answer when he pulled out another condom. “I’m not done with you yet.” He said as ripped open the packaging with his teeth. 

You were left stunned as you watched him swiftly throw away the used condom and put on a new one, before quickly pushing himself back inside you once more. 

You saw the way his face scrunched up, likely at the pain of overstimulation. His pace was slow, but he continued with deep strokes that made it so he was hitting your clit each and every time, making your toes curl.  

Oh so he was a freak?

For some reason you knew this wasn’t the first time he’s done this. You should have known the way he nearly fucked you out in public in that parking garage. 

Jungkook’s full intention was to make you feel good. He was quick to get back at a moderate pace and then he turned his attention to kissing and sucking on your neck, making sure it was going to leave a mark. 

As much as he wanted to pretend that the rage he felt in the club watching you and Jimin together was far in the past, now that everything was all said, it fueled him even more to want to tell everyone that you were his and his alone.

And just to think, if things didn’t go the way they did his hyung would have probably been in this position… Just the thought of him seeing you like this pissed him off more than it should. 

He wanted to prove himself, that you made the right choice. 

Jungkook was eager to make you cum around him, he needed to feel it. The breathy moans you would let out motivated him, you were so fucking pretty.

Jungkook looked you right in the eyes as he fucked you. Oh you were close. 

“I love you.” He moaned quietly. Oh you were a mess, three little words were enough to send you to another dimension. 

“You feel so fucking good and all fucking mine.” Jungkook groaned, fucking you a little faster. 

For some reason Jungkook getting all possessive while he’s buried deep inside you was so hot, the feeling in the pit of your stomach growing more restless. 

“Jungkook, please, I’m so close.” You cried. 

The pleasurable sting from overstimulation made that fleeting feeling return all too soon for Jungkook as well so he made quick work of finally pushing the both of you over the edge. 

“I love you too, Jungkook, love you so much.” Jungkook had no idea if you said that just because you were close, but the confession was enough for his orgasm to come crashing over him, not once did he slow down though, if anything he went a little faster. 

His efforts were enough as with just a few more strokes you moaned and he was feeling your walls tightening around him. He watched intently, now with the better light, he saw the way you crumbled in his grasp, so pretty as your third orgasm of the day hit you even harder. 

For a little while, it was just the sound of your labored breaths as you both tried to recover from everything. It was peaceful, almost like the calm after a storm. After the exhausting year you’ve both had, it finally led to this moment, together in each other's arms at last. When you both calmed down, Jungkook smiled as he kissed you gently, you couldn’t be happier. 

He was quick to throw away the condom and snuggle up next to you. A moment of silence passed before you both giggled. 

“This day was something…” You smiled. 

“It was, wasn’t it.” Jungkook responded absentmindedly, too busy tracing your features with his gaze. 

You both still didn’t say anything for a while, choosing to let the events of today speak for you. Jungkook was just so enamored by you, happy that everything finally made sense, happy that he was able to be with you like this. For some reason it had his mind going back to the previous year.

The newly revealed sentiment of how much you truly cared for each other made him think back to the dark days and how you helped him through it all. Without you, would he really be here today? You really were there for him, never once asking any questions. As soon as he told you he was struggling, you never left his side and helped him navigate through the path that seemed so endless. 

Even to this day he never really explained himself and you never asked what happened.  

“Hey Y/n.” He finally said, getting you attention. “Last year… I don’t think I ever told you what I was really going through during those months, did I?” He asked suddenly. 

You were a bit taken aback by the question but you answered nonetheless. “Not in much detail.” You noticed his gaze changed from you to peer straight up at the ceiling.

He took a deep breath. “I want to tell you what happened...” It only seemed right, before you take this next step in your relationship, all the cards from his past he kept hidden from you should be laid on the table for you to see. 

He was scared though. Would you still want him after he tells you? 

“Is that ok?” He turned back to you, his gaze unreadable. 

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious. On the day Jungkook told you he had been struggling you knew he was keeping the details as vague as he possibly could, for a reason you had no idea about. You didn’t want to pry, you knew that he had gone through a lot over the last few months so you were content with him telling you anything. All you knew was your friend needed help and you were going to be there for him through that process. 

“If you’re comfortable telling me, I’ll be here to listen,” you settled with saying. 

Jungkook noticed the look in your eyes that told him it was truly fine for him to continue. 

Would you hate him, ridicule him, shame him? All of these were outcomes he wanted to avoid. It’s why he didn’t tell you back then. He was ashamed of himself. 

“At the end of our first semester as you know Yoona and I had a big fight. It all had to deal with you, funny enough. She was upset at how close we were, the fact that we lived together, and that she thought I could have been cheating on her with you. At the time I was upset that she even thought that was a possibility, I was with her, you were my friend and that was it.” Jungkook had to pause for a second knowing the irony of the situation.

You couldn’t hide the look of shock on your face at the information. You thought you were just so drunk that you had somehow heard your name come up in conversation. It had been about you entirely. It stung a bit to know that you had gotten in the way of their relationship like that, but the one detail you did know about this story made that guilt dissipate quickly. 

“We said some pretty hurtful things to each other, with her eventually leaving and that’s when you came in. I really liked her at the time so I wanted to do my best to try and repair the damage that had been done, but when I saw her… when I went to her apartment and saw she was actually cheating on me, it really really hurt.”  Jungkook didn’t even have the words to describe how much pain the revelation brought him. For a while he blamed himself, that he was such an awful boyfriend, an awful person, that it led a girl he would have never in a million years thought would ever do something like that to him, to anybody really. It only made the next unfortunate event even harder to bear. 

“I can only say this now in hindsight, but I didn’t understand at the time how much I relied on her. My mental health wasn’t the best for various reasons, a difficult semester taking its toll, life, I don’t really know the root cause but as soon as I knew she was cheating on me, it all came crashing down harder than I thought it ever could. I shut everyone out, it was too much, but if it couldn’t get any worse I got a phone call from my dad about my uncle.” You could hear the slight quiver in his voice, just at the mention of it. 

You remember the exact moment it happened. You had just woken up. You had been in the kitchen trying to figure out what to have before you head out to your first class. It was nearly the end of the final semester, finals were coming up and you had a whole day of studying planned. Despite your packed schedule, you had also wanted to have enough time to try and be there for Jungkook since he had just gone through a pretty rough breakup, you having gone to bed early as a result. It’s probably why you didn’t hear when he got the phone call late the night before.

You had been making a little breakfast when he suddenly came bursting through his room door, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. You noticed immediately he looked frantic, his face was red, and you could see his cheeks were still stained from tears. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night. 

Jungkook ran straight to the door, but you stopped him concerned and a little confused about what was happening. 

He was barely able to explain to you that his uncle had been in an accident and that he was going back to Busan, tears just were streaming down his face. Without thinking you had pulled him into a hug, Jungkook completely just broke down in your arms. 

He was out the door before you truly could say goodbye. 

“I went back to Busan and tried my best to process everything, hoping that this sinking feeling would pass and I could get back to some level of normalcy. Weeks started to go by and all I could feel was nothing. I didn’t cry anymore, I wasn’t angry, nor was I ever truly happy, it was just gray everywhere I looked.”

“Christmas came and went and the new year started. All of those holidays only made it worse, seeing how happy friends and other family were, the fact that it was just nothing made me even more desperate for anything.”

Jungkook had to stop again, knowing what was coming next. 

“It was around the time we were supposed to start heading back for the spring semester that some friends had called me and asked to meet up. We talked and I ended up telling them things have been hard lately so they invited me to a party to try and cheer me up. I was desperate so I said I’d be there, hoping it might help me feel anything. I drank a lot, tried to have fun, but again things just became worse when nothing helped.” 

He couldn’t even look at you anymore.  

“They invited me to another one, this time I thought maybe sex might help, it didn’t, not at all and left me feeling more empty than ever. It was sometime after this that I started having some pretty scary thoughts bouncing around my head.” It truly had gotten so bad so quickly. The depression had quickly consumed him and any effort he made to try and make things better only seemed to make things worse. He felt trapped, that there was no way out of this hole. 

“I was desperate for anything at that point so when those same friends called and asked to meet up again… this time… this time they offered certain um… illegal substances. I should have said no, I know, but I was looking for anything to make it better so…” For some reason Jungkook was waiting for you to say something, to scream at him, anything, but you remained silent as his words hung in the air. 

He didn’t have the courage to face you to see your expression. Instead he kept going. 

“It wasn’t perfect, but for a little while I finally felt ok, better than ok even, but the crash was horrible and I felt the regret starting to take hold. It was only once when I was in Busan, but by then the semester had started and I needed to get back. That’s when I came back to the apartment. I wanted to tell you everything but then you opened the door and I saw Incheol with you… I didn’t understand why at the time, but seeing you with him… It made me so angry so I just shut everyone out.”

“Before I left my friends gave me the number of a friend they had in Seoul who carried and so instead of focusing on my work that I should have I turned to chasing that high and dealing with an even worse low. I stayed out as much as I could, I didn’t want to see you with Incheol, plus I was ashamed what would happen if you saw me like that. I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Your eyes were teary and his was as well, a couple had even begun sliding down his cheeks. 

“Jimin hyung saw the worst of it actually. Too many times would I head over on something and he would yell at me but he would always help me through it. I was also at his place a lot dealing with sober thoughts and he kept my mind occupied so I wouldn’t do anything rash.”

“It wasn’t until that day I got the message from my advisor telling me how bad everything was that I snapped out of it enough to try and look for help. That’s when I told you. Besides the work you helped with, you were just being there for me without asking too many questions… It was more sympathy I deserved considering how weird things had been since I left. You brought me back and I can never be more grateful.” It was only then that Jungkook finally looked over at you, your face was stained with tears and you were trying your best not to make too much noise so you didn’t disturb his story. 

“I mentioned this now because being here… I should have known after all that what I felt for you was more than just being my best friend. I didn’t want to lose you so I tried to push away the obvious and tried to just keep being just your friend. I’m so happy I can be here with you now, like this, together. And I wanted to thank you for the millionth time, you pulled me out of a dark place that I never thought I was going to come back from. I’m just so happy.” He tried to chuckle but seeing you crying made this difficult discussion that much more emotional.

It felt so good telling you. 

You quickly pulled him into a hug, finally letting the emotions spill over. 

“I wish I was there for you more, you struggled so much I– I–” You sobbed, absolutely heartbroken that he went through this. “If only I had noticed, if I wasn’t so focused on Incheol I could have–” 

“Don’t say that. You were happy, I didn’t want to burden you with my problems.” Jungkook said, trying to wipe away your tears.

“Burden?! Jungkook, I was your friend, don’t think you would ever burden me.” You sobbed, the tears continuing to stream down your face, making more and more go down his as well.

“Fuck, I love you so much, of course you would say that.” There were no words in any language to accurately describe how much he cares for you and how he will eternally be grateful for being there with him. 

You both smiled and Jungkook reached over to grab some tissues to wipe your faces. You both tried to make light of the situation and giggle at how messed up you truly were. Between the sex and now the crying your makeup had smeered all over your face. 

“Jungkook, truly though. If you ever go through any sort of hard time again know I’ll be here for you ok.” You reassured him.

“If you ever go through a rough time, I’ll be here for you and then some.” He smiled. 

“Don’t be afraid to lean on me, life gets hard but at least we have each other.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he moved to make sure you hit his lips instead. 

You both laughed, but quickly went back in for another.

“You actually can’t get rid of me.” Jungkook giggled as he started peppering kisses all over your face.

“And I don’t want to.” It was just love, you loved this man. 

“By the way, I wanted to ask whose room should we stay in? Should we just get a new apartment?” Jungkook questioned, kissing down your neck.

You thought about it for a second.

“We could move after graduation. We could figure something out so that it’s a little closer to my law school, or maybe something closer to your job, whichever one you decide to take.” 

Jungkook was pretty talented in his field, over the years managing to work as assistants for camera operators and editors in movies and various kdramas. He already had a promising resume. He worked a ton of jobs, did various commissions for friends, peers, even his school had him shoot something. He also was working some type of internship most of the time, the only time you can remember him not working was when he was going through that hard time. 

It was certainly going to be impressive to the production companies. With all the jobs he applied for, Jungkook’s professors and advisor assured him that he was bound at least to make it to the interview stage and was probably going to end up with multiple offers. 

His achievements were certainly amazing, but he had a tendency to downplay them.   

Jungkook nodded, the plan made sense. “For now though, you could move to my room. It’s a little bigger, maybe you could keep your clothes in your closet, but you could sleep here most of the time if you want.” You added. He just nodded along, until his brain actually processed what you were saying.

“What, aren’t our rooms the same size?” He recounted what you told him all those years ago once you decided to move here. 

You cringed at the mention of that. “5 extra square feet makes you do some crazy things.” You chuckled weakly. 

“Yah wait– what did you just say?!” 

“You never noticed!” You tried to defend but it was too late and he was already tackling you back down to the bed. 

Was he mad, not at all, if anything this was just an excuse to get you in this position. It’s strange what a year does to your libido. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

Jungkook kissed you all over your face and neck, making you laugh at the way it tickled. 

“I love you.” He said between kisses. 

“I love you too.” You made sure to look him in the eyes when he said it. You wanted him to know how much you meant it.

You were so happy. 

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JEALOUSY ─ Eren Jaeger.

001. jealousy can be a petty green monster, but it rises in Eren in the best possible way.

002. c/w: unprotected sex (mdni), overstimulation, creampie, rough sex, possessive eren, jealous eren, nipple play, cervix kissing, cursing, eren calls you "baby", slightly mean eren (but poor bby is just jealous), slight exhibitionism (your friends are in the next room lol)

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“Stay on it,” Eren seethes, gritting his teeth as his hands settle on your hips. Guiding you, he groans deeply when you fully sink down on his hard cock again. The breath is knocked out of him when you begin rolling your hips, grinding his thick shaft deep inside your soaking cunt.

Not able to handle the sight of you taking him so well, Eren possessively pulls you down for a searing kiss; it is messy, simply a clash of teeth and lips as his tongue licks into your mouth, like he’s desperate for a taste of you. The softness of your lips makes his head spin, your fingers tangling with his dark strands to pull slightly when you slam down on his cock again.

“Gonna fuck my cum back inside of you,” Eren grunts, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. The high-pitched whine you let out is music to Eren’s ears, and pride swells in his chest at the sight of you already so fucked out. 

“Let’s see that asshole flirt with you then, huh? Let’s see him try to flirt with you when it’s my cum stuffed in your pussy,” Eren sneers, jealousy coating his words. Again, annoyance and irritation fill him at the reminder of some guy trying to flirt with you, and if you hadn’t recognized Eren’s fist balling and pulled him away to a bedroom, the party downstairs might have been cut short.

He feels so sensitive, already having cum inside you twice now. Eren doesn’t know what came over him, but the need to claim you as his filled his chest and hasn’t disappeared. Ignoring his overstimulation, the pleasure shoots down his cock, his green eyes catching onto where you’re connected. 

Another groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt glides over his angry shaft, swollen with arousal, and a mixture of your cum pooling near his heavy balls. The feeling of pushing his cum back inside of you is dizzying and has Eren’s head falling back onto the pillow, beads of sweat pricking at his forehead. 

The squelching that comes from your cunt is exhilarating, and Eren swears he can cum again from just the feeling of his cum soaking his shaft, dribbling from your tight cunt.

 Eren scrunches his brows, a choked growl ripped from his chest as you rock your hips along his aching length. You’re just so wet and tight he is entirely enamored with the way your walls cling to his shaft, sucking him in until his swollen, angry tip is pulled flush against your cervix. He can feel the dribbles of pre-cum emerging from his slit every time you press down on him, your pace fast and unrelenting as you ride him. 

“G-god, baby. Just like that -” Eren urges, his grip on your hips bruising as he kneads your soft skin. He’s obsessed with the way his cock curves inside of you, brushing against your swollen walls and causing delicious tingles of electricity to shoot through his groin. It’s like your cunt is suffocating him, and every time you grind your hips down, soft moans falling past your lips at the way his leaking head nudges against that spot inside of you, Eren thinks he might lose his mind. 

The room spins as Eren suddenly sits up, pressing his chest against your breasts. He moans at the way your pebbled nipples brush against his, pulling on the nape of your neck to slant his lips across yours. The feeling is intoxicating - you’re hips still grinding on his, taking in his throbbing cock with every movement, and your lips moving passionately against his own. 

“E-Eren -” you cry out when you break apart from the desperate kiss, Eren’s fingers tightening around your neck when you try to move. “They-they’re gonna hear us!” 

Your realization has Eren chuckling darkly - you were just so cute. Didn’t you realize that was the entire point?

“No shit?” he grins mischievously, green eyes latched onto your bouncing tits. Leaning down, Eren moans when he wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling slightly when you bounce on him particularly hard. The stimulation has you moaning and clamping down on his cock, and Eren continues fucking up into you desperately at the feeling. 

Rutting his length through your soaking folds, Eren tightens his grip on your hips. 

“Y’feel so fucking good, baby. Gotta let everyone know who you belong to,” Eren grunts, his lips mouthing over the swell of your breast as the familiar coil of desire tightens inside him. 

You catch onto the jealousy tinging his tone, and a sudden smugness fills you at the thought. 

Eren is jealous.

“Oh?” you begin, rolling your hips in such a way that has Eren hissing. He stretches you out even more when you rock loose circles over him, your cunt sucking in his cock over and over. Your fingertips graze his toned chest, and Eren’s head falls to the crook of your neck as you tug at one of his nipples. 

“You don’t like the idea of that guy flirting with me? You don’t like it when other people think about fucking me?” you egg him on, leaning down so that your lips teasingly brush against his lips. You smirk as Eren’s eyes turn dark, a possessive tint gleaming in them. 

However, a harsh thrust has you gasping, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Eren’s fingers begin circling your clit. All you can do is clutch onto him as his calloused thumb catches against your hot nub, pounding into you at a relentless pain. 

“Keep talking and we’ll both find out what that mouth can do,” Eren warns, voice thick with tension and a desire to fuck you full of his cum. He presses inside of you deeply, pushing past the slight resistance of your walls until you’re pressed fully against him. You both gasp and moan at the feeling of him so deep inside of you, falling into each other’s touch as deep, shuddering pants fall past your lips. 

“W-we both know what my mouth can do, baby,” you retort, voice teasing as you push Eren further. 

You know you’re playing a dangerous game. However, perhaps the sight of Eren all pissed off and jealous gets you off.

Maybe just as much as fucking you until everyone knows that you’re Eren’s gets him off.

Finally fed up with your attitude, Eren suddenly sits up, spinning you around until your face is pressed against the pillows, and your hips are up in the air. When he pushes inside of you again, the angle causes him to press inside of you so much deeper than before. 

The pleasure continues to build inside Eren as he fucks you roughly, your loud moans bolstering his ego as his cock pounds inside you. He licks his lips, feeling overwhelmed with lust at the sight of his cock burying inside your leaking cunt repeatedly. He will easily admit how addicted he is to your pussy - totally enamored and pussywhipped at the way your cunt sucks him in. 

“I think this position will keep all my cum inside you, don’t you think, baby?” Eren questions, leaning over your back to press his chest against your body. His strong arm circles your stomach, trailing teasing touches down to your clit. The way you moan and jerk back onto his cock has Eren giving in, pressing languid circles to your most sensitive spot. 

“Answer me, baby,” Eren warns, displeased when you give him no response. 

“Ah! Y-yes, Eren. Please, give me more!” you cry out, not even caring that your small group of friends were just beyond the wall. 

Again, a groan is ripped from his chest at your lewd words, rushing straight to his cock as it bumps inside you. All Eren can do is pull your hips back on his swollen shaft, adoring the way your walls crush him in the most delicious way. 

You were addicting, making Eren a willing addict. 

He pumps his cock inside of you in sloppy thrusts, obsessed with how your cunt milks him every time he pulls out. Pulling out almost fully, Eren groans when just the tip is stretching you out, pushing back in slowly to relish in the way you clench down on him. He’s gasping for air now, feeling suffocated with pleasure as you whine for him, feebly trying to fuck back onto his aching length.

Eren’s breathing is shallow and sexy as it fans across the nape of your neck, and you gasp when you feel his tongue tracing your skin. 

“You belonged to me before I even made you mine, baby.”

♡ ── you might be sleeping.

eren yeager x fem!reader - word count: 441

summary: after a quick get together at your apartment, eren is feeling quite needy.

warnings: smut, dubcon, somnophilia, intoxication, this fic is nsfw 18+, minors DNI.

besides you and eren, everyone else had already left the apartment that evening. you found yourself splayed out on the couch with the warmth from the alcohol you drank earlier flooding throughout your body, easing you to sleep. the only light filling the apartment came from the living room’s television, left paused on a movie you wouldn’t remember, casted a shadow on something you couldn’t see in your sleeping state. 

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All The Sweetest Things | Armin Arlert x fem reader x Eren Yeager

‣ genre; 18+ explicit smut

‣ word count; 2.4k

‣ notes; this is just me living out one of my favorite poly-ships.

‣ tags; college/modern au, time skips, somnophilia, poly relationship, mmf threesome, established relationship, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, angst, fluff, fingering, fellatio, cunnilingus, snowballing, mentions of pregnancy, voyeurism, lactation kink, bondage, double penetration, mlm, anal m receiving, slight mommy kink, arguing, breeding kink, nipple play, praising, Eren x Armin, unedited work.

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Friday 10:38 p.m.

Armin was able to tell from the way your eyebrows furrowed together that Jean had something irritating you, judging from your lips turning into the most beautiful smile he’s seen almost to a snarl that was his cue to say goodbye to Levi and Erwin who kept their conversation going not noticing the absence.

“Why do you have to talk about Eren like that?” Your voice floated above the music playing in the background, gaze narrowing on Jean waiting to throw the cold liquid sloshing around in your cup in his face.

The entire time of the party you heard snippets of his conversations with people always somehow bringing in your boyfriend’s name in some lame attempt to drag him down for their pissing contest that always went down each time they ended up together.

“Because he’s a-” Armin quickly shot his hand out grabbing your elbow that was rearing back to splash the contents of your drink. Your head snapped looking at your other boyfriend, instantly all the anger you had diffused seeing the soft look he gave you trailing his fingers down to your wrist pulling you closer to him wrapping his arm around your waist.

Blue eyes met brown in a silent stare-off.

“You’re lucky I came when I did Jean, you better keep your mouth quiet about Eren,” Armin told him before walking away with you, his fingers twisted in your shirt guiding you both to the kitchen.

The scowl on your face caught Eren’s attention, he and Armin sharing the ability to gauge your mood just by a glance.

“What’s the matter?” Eren asked concerned, the look on his face matching yours. Putting his glass down he grabbed your free hand pressing small kisses to your knuckles, his green eyes sparkling with sheer love.

Armin let go of you letting you step into Eren’s embrace, his arm slung around your back with your arms wrapped around his waist. It didn’t matter who was holding you because either way, you felt at peace.

Saturday 5:14 a.m.

Armin laid on your left side his fingers barely tucked under the hem of your panties while Eren kept his hand on your thigh that he liked having hooked over his.

It was a comfort thing so was him waking up slowly eyes blinking away sleep trying to focus on your hazy outline. As soon as you three stumbled through the door all clothes were shed and left on the floor to be picked up later.

“Armin?” Eren whispered disturbing the soft sound of your breathing, your bare breasts rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.

“Mhm?” Came the blonde man’s response rubbing circles down to your clit watching the way your legs parted on demand feeling the pressure from Armin’s touch.

“She looks so beautiful. I don’t know about you but I want to nurse from her, don’t you?” Eren asked sitting up pushing you flat on your back gently. His mouth already open leaning forward latching onto your nipple suckling softly all the while Armin moved his fingers down to your pussy splaying your lips open letting Eren slide two fingers in your cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head feeling your walls pulse around him.

“What do you think she would look like pregnant?” Armin wondered out loud, it was the first time he ever mentioned it to anyone else so it was nerve-wracking at first but hearing Eren’s whimper to his question along with him rutting against your hip gave Armin the answer he needed to know.

You three have been dating long enough to know what you wanted out of life so marriage and children seemed to be the next natural stage but still, there was a part of him that wanted it to just stay the three of you.

“Eren? Armin?”

You opened your eyes to see both of your nipples in their mouths, fingers kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. They took turns pumping in and out at first lazily with one finger then two rubbing and curling bringing you to the edge before bringing you back down hearing your small whimpers bucking your hips, “Cum, I’m so close.” Your mind was still in limbo, your body fully awake from the sensations.

It was cute to Eren hearing you pant and watching your hands fist in the sheets, back arching trying to seek their touch again.

“Ask to cum mommy, we want you to milk our cocks. Can we fuck a baby in you?”

Your eyes drifted shut pulling your bottom lip between your teeth while Eren rubbed your clit with his thumb slowly before leaning down spreading you open flicking his tongue against your clit letting Armin sink his cock inside feeling Eren’s tongue slide up and down his shaft with each thrust of his hips, each time he bottomed out, “A-Armin.” You whined feeling the stretch.

“Answer us, or we won’t cum inside you.” He said grabbing your jaw softly turning your head to look at him.

Having a baby with the two men you loved most brought a swell to your heart as you nodded your head, "Yes."

Armin looked at you, refusing to lose eye contact, it was fun to him watching you squirm from the intense gaze, moving his hands to your wrists he pinned them above your head keeping his pace slow feeling the familiar tightening in his balls already.

Between feeling you squeeze him and your boyfriend’s tongue lapping up the juices from your orgasm loudly, he threw his head back shutting his eyes.

“I want it! Please!”

It was a tangle of limbs at this point as Armin rutted into you losing control of his hips cumming hard holding you down pumping you full feeling it trickle out, he looked down and watched Eren lap up at the mess hungrily before sitting up cupping the back of his neck. You clenched around Armin’s dick watching him spit in his mouth, “Taste the mess you both made.”

Monday 7:13 p.m.

“Why are you acting like this?” It was the question Eren asked you over and over walking back in the living room watching you sit on the couch ignoring him. Irritation brewed heavy in the air like a storm each time he asked you until it snapped, turning off the tv you rose from your spot looking at him.

“Because no matter how much I tell you something it never changes Eren, that’s probably why. That’s why I’ve been ignoring you in hopes you would do something. I ask you to help around the house like pick up your clothes or do the dishes but you don’t. It goes through one ear and out the other so I’m forced to come home and pick up after you like some sort of child.” Your voice was quiet but it came out sharp, dripping with venom.

“Then on top of it you’re pushing me and Armin away, I keep asking what’s the matter but you won’t talk to me or him. We’re here to listen, lean on us. I want to help you, we both do. Eren, I love you more than words could ever describe but you have to open up to me otherwise this relationship can’t progress.”

Eren’s mouth fell open trying to formulate a response but he fell short hearing Armin step through the front door, “Hey guys-” he cut off taking in the hostile environment. It wasn’t new for him to come home to an argument so he kicked his shoes off and hung his jacket up, “What’s the matter?”

The silence was the only thing that greeted him before you turned around effectively ignoring the situation as a whole walking into the shared bedroom of you three. Armin glanced at Eren hearing the soft click, it was said in your actions that feelings were hurt in whatever just exploded between you and him.

“Have I been pushing you two away?” Eren asked, his eyes misting with tears. He didn’t want to lose either of you, it was an obvious answer but hearing Armin confirm what you just told him to put everything into motion.

Tuesday 11:49 a.m.

Arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind leaving sticky kisses on your bare neck then a deep chuckle vibrated your back, “Eren, what are you eating?” You asked turning in his arms gazing at him, a shit-eating grin pulled his lips back in a smile showing you his blue-colored tongue.

“A sucker, then I got to thinking of the way you were sucking me and Armin-” You cut him off placing a hand over his mouth, “Last night yes. I know what you’re referring to. Are you going to be home later?”

You wrapped your arms around him nuzzling your head against his chest, a habit you do both to him and Armin finding comfort in the motion. Both of them felt the most wanted when you did that, it shows that you need them just as much as they need you.

Most people found it rather strange seeing the three of you together, usually with you in the middle of Armin and Eren holding their hands and kissing each other, but it never mattered to either of you if someone said something unless it was a rude remark to you or Armin, Eren wasn’t afraid to say anything.

He’s done it before and will always do it, ending up with split lips and bruised knuckles sometimes.

Eren gazed at you feeling his cheeks heat up, his heart racing rapidly, “I love you, I’m so happy to have you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead pulling away, “I’ll pick you up from class.” With a wave you watched him disappear around the corner in search of Armin, the other part of the trio.

Wednesday 1:17 a.m.

“Eren!” Your fingers dug in his shoulders sitting up further impaling yourself on his and Armin’s cocks, sandwiched between them both they thrust into you almost snarling against your skin. Another tangle of limbs ensued, you felt nails drag down your skin not knowing who it was.

“God-Armin! Slow down!” Eren panted feverishly feeling your cunt squeezing him and Armin grinding against his sensitive cock. He held your waist throwing his head back and digging his heels in his bed trying to squirm away from the feeling.

A throaty laugh sounded from behind you, Eren’s begging only spurred Armin on to fuck you harder digging his fingers in your shoulders bearing you down on the both of them.

All three of you were close to another orgasm listening to the rain beating against the window, lightning illuminated the room in a sudden burst highlighting the erotic act of teeth clacking together in a kiss, nipping at each other like wild animals mating succumbing to nature.

Friday 7:45 p.m.

Your fingers ran through Eren’s hair lightly scratching scalp, he looked up from between your legs with his arms hooked under and around your thigh squeezing. You always found comfort looking in their eyes too, the love you three shared was very visible in the gazes or stolen looks all of you shared which happened at parties a lot.

“Mhm?” You hummed tugging on the strands teasingly earning a fake gasp, “I just think you’re so beautiful is all, smart, talented, funny, and incredibly sexy.” Eren murmured shutting his eyes relaxing under your touch, it was only payback for the many massages he gives you.

Your face heated with the compliment because it was mainly Armin who was good with his words so it was always a surprise when he said that, his love language was in his gift-giving and the never-ending cuddles.

“And I can say the same, I think you’re wonderful Eren and I’m proud to call you my boyfriend.”

It was his turn to melt with the sweet way you whispered it in his ear trailing kisses down his neck hands kneading his shoulders working away the tension, “What’s the matter?” You asked hearing the way his breathing changed.

“Class and work are killing me. I haven’t spent time with you or Armin and I miss you both so much, it’s like none of us are home at the same time.” He confessed opening his eyes to glance at you, opening up to you made him feel vulnerable each time but each time you showed him compassion trying to understand and help him any way you could.

“Armin’s home right now, why don’t you go get him and I’ll set up a movie for us to watch.”

With you settled perfectly between Armin and Eren your eyes drifted shut halfway through the movie lulling you to sleep making both of them chuckle, Armin helped you laid down before reaching over to hold Eren’s hand. In a matter of minutes both of them were naked on their knees, Armin bent over the couch with Eren behind him holding his waist.

“You’re so sweet too baby, I know I tell her that but you are too.” Eren moaned in his ear wrapping his fist around Armin’s dick jerking him off slowly, heavy panting stirred you awake along with the couch shaking. “S-Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you up sweetheart.”

Your pussy throbbed watching Armin arch his back against Eren’s chest, his teeth leaving red blotches on his pale skin. It was a sight to be seen, both of them trying to cling to each other murmuring, “I love you.” in between kisses hands roaming everywhere.

It was enough for you to tug your panties off throwing them behind you, with your cunt on display Armin hooked his arms around your legs pulling you closer burying his tongue between your lips eating you hungrily letting you cum first before pulling you on his lap using the thrusts of Eren’s hips to fuck you.

Sunday 8:23 a.m.

When there was a day all of you had it always ended up at the grocery store, you pushing the cart while Armin and Eren argued about what to buy for dinner. It was cute the way they interacted with each other, their fingers linked together and heads pressed against one another walking down the aisle, “Are you coming or not?” Eren asked looking back at you stepping away from Armin letting you stand in the middle nuzzling your head in their chests.