Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

Completed series ✅

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part 1)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (fluff, roommates au, slow burn, but honestly everyone will be falling in love unrealistically fast)

Namjoon was a simple person.

He woke up every morning, kissed each of his boyfriends awake, went out onto the porch and watched the sun rise at 7 in the morning.

Then he went inside, ate the breakfast his boyfriends made for him, and they all got ready for the day, some dressing up for work, some getting ready for other things. Being the CEOs of their own businesses and in charge of their own careers meant they all had both a flexible work schedule and a lot of work to be done.

But Namjoon was used to hard work. He had worked hard throughout school and college, getting the top grades, running clubs, being class president and valedictorian. He was his parents pride and joy, and when it came time to utilize his business degree he did so dutifully.

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Needy

Needy- NAMJOON

"Hi baby."

Namjoon's deep voice rumbled in your ears, an almost pavlovian response triggered in your body.

You'd think by now, this far into your relationship, the crush you had on him would've worn off. Instead, it seems to have gotten even stronger- your mouth watered whenever he was in front of you, your entire body lit up with anticipation- hoping, wishing, begging for him to come closer to you.

Joon covered your body with his, wrapping you into a secure hug. A smile grew on your lips as you felt his long, strong arms wrap around you and his weight in your body. He put pressed on you as you pushed your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His lips pressed to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck- making his way down as he squeezed your body like a snake wrapping around its most precious prey-

"I missed you," He mumbled against your skin, breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

"It was only a couple hours-"

"And here I raced home for you," Joon tssked, "Thought about you the entire way, figured we could do date night here at home, yeah? Maybe watch a movie together, take a bath later? I'll wash your hair for you, remember how much you like that?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the memory of the last time your boyfriend washed your hair. A psychological study had to be conducted about the aphrodisiac properties to a head massage and lavender soap.

You exhaled slowly, Joon's eyes tracking yours with the upmost concentration. The heat of his gaze warmed your belly and you tilted your head at him, wondering what exactly it was that put him in this kind of a mood.

"What was Yoongi's show about again? Did it happen to involve something with alcohol maybe?" You hummed, feeling his hand dip under the hem of your shirt and massage your lower back.

His hand crept upwards, calloused fingers rubbing your soft skin with all the desperation in the world. The way he touched you was like a starved man, begging, aching for any crumb of you that he could get.

"What are you insinuating?" Namjoon said suspiciously, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.

"That every time you drink you get needy," You teased, letting him wrap his other arm around your waist and hoist you into the air, carrying you with ease.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and gripped his arms, face so close to his your lips grazed each others', teasing each other endlessly.

"Don't you need me baby?" Joon mumbled against your lips.

You held him there, close to you, where you could feel his body heat warm you up and smell him- that spicy, woody smell that was all his and now it was spiked with liquor.

"Of course I do," You assured quickly, "You know I do."

He smirked up at you, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive, greedy sort of way that made your head spin. It was like you were the one who was drunk, the way he set your body on fire as he set you down gently, spinning you around so fast you had to catch yourself against the wall, back arched as he pushed your legs apart roughly.

"Lemme go down on you, please? Can I please put my mouth on you?" He asked, large hand working your pussy through your pants.

You moaned, nodding half a second before he ripped your pants halfway down your legs, mouth kissing down the length of your spine almost immediately. He ate you out like that, chest shoved against the wall and holding on for dear life. His tongue was rough and thorough, leaving no part of you untouched.

You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck from your head to your toes, opening up for him as he thrusted in and out of your pussy. He added his fingers as if his tongue wasn't enough, thumb flicking and prodding at your clit until you were cumming against his face, back arched so sharply you were sure to feel sore tomorrow.

It was like all the air had been sucked from the room as he manhandled you, lifting you back up in his arms to take all the work away from you, "You still with me?" He asked, looking down at you with an exhilarated, chaotic look on his face.

You hummed in response, nodding at him as he gathered you in his arms. He gave you his cheekiest grin before you heard the clink of his belt hitting the floor, slamming his hips up into you in one fell thrust. You moaned loudly, raking your nails down his back so sharply it would've broke skin if he wasn't wearing a shirt still.

There was something so satisfyingly lust filled about the way your bodies moved against each others, rough and intense like you hadn't seen each other in ages. He fucked into you hard, filling you in every way possible and then some. The pace Namjoon set was ruthless, burying his head in the crook of your neck and sucking bruises into the skin that would last days.

You grabbed at his hair, tugging on thick black locks with no reservations as he pushed your legs even wider, one pinning your thigh out and the other keeping you half wrapped around him, ankle hooked against his lower back.

"I'm so c-close," You whined, your voice hoarse and dry from moaning out his name.

"Tell me how much you need me," Joon demanded, "Tell me how good you feel and I'll let you cum."

You obliged immediately, never turning down and opportunity to praise your boyfriend. You whined and begged and pleaded for him to make you cum, to touch you the way only he could, to cum inside of you so that you could be his and his only the way you knew you were.

He kept his eyes on your as he touched your clit, thrusts quickening as you came all over his cock, Namjoon finishing closely behind you. The two of you basked in the afterglow, your breathing synced as you floated back down to earth. He didn't bother setting you down, instead simply adjusting his grip on you so that he could carry you more securely.

"Time for that bath, huh?" He suggested, carrying you off towards the bathroom you shared.

It was going to be a long night...

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Escapism

Escapism-MYG

Synopsis: how naive were you to think you found the one when it was so obvious that he was making a fool of you. But you weren't gonna sit around and mope while he's having fun with your so called best friend. Good thing a certain someone was more than happy to help you out. And it made you wonder that if you had chosen him since the very beginning, would you have not gotten hurt?

Genre/ warnings: romance, angst, smut, raw sex, cheating, getting revenge on douche ex, misogyny,ex's enemy au, mob boss yoongi, making out, grinding, body worshipping, panty sniffing,oral(f receiving) vagina sniffing,love making.

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A little context if you care to listen

I found myself in a shit position

"we need to talk"

All the excitement that you had about finally having a date with your loving boyfriend after weeks, drained the moment those words left his lips.

Although you did sense that something was wrong the moment he showed up at your house rather than the designated meeting spot which was the restaurant in which you had your first date. Still, you didn't let yourself think about negative thoughts as you gave him a nod with a small smile.

He didn't return the smile.

You followed him to your living room all ready and dressed up for the date night. A little part of you still thinking that you both would be going to the restaurant as planned after the talk.

How naive.

"what's up?" you hoped the nervousnsess didn't showed in your voice as you sat on the other end of the couch now suddenly aware of the huge distance between you both "jihyeok?-" "it was a mistake" now along with nervousnsess you were also feeling very confused as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. "what was a mistake?" your gut feeling told you that you wouldn't like the answer.

And it was right.

"look" he sighed rubbing his face with his hands with a tight jaw as you silently looked at him with a sick feeling bubbling inside you "can you please tell me what did you do?-" "i-i slept with Ina" for a second your face went blank. Truly because your brain hadn't registered his words because they didn't make any sense. Him, your boyfriend having sex with your best friend ina-

No words came out of your mouth as you slowly processed the situation. Your face still blank and lips still parted as you looked down at your hands folded on your lap.

Everything he said next came out blurry because the only thing which was running inside your brain was him, your boyfriend of 2 years cheating on you with your best friend of 10 years. The one you met when you were 14 and the one who stayed by your side with every step of life.

"I was drunk-" excuse "it was an accident-" excuse "she threw herself on me-" more excuses "you were always busy and she was just there-" god you were so tired of hearing his voice "and it was your fault too, if you weren't so busy-" "can you shut your mouth? I don't really want to hear your voice" his eyes widened in surprise when your blank ones met his. The audacity is so amusing.

You stood up, dusting off the imaginary dust off your dress before looking at him. He was still frozen with his mouth agape. You scoffed rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. God you can't believe it. How did you waste two years of your life with this piece of shit?

A part of you wanted to hear him. Just to see if he feels a little bit of regret for his actions. But another part of you tells you there is no use. He has already blamed you like it was your fault he had to cheat so what's the use of hearing his useless words?

"get out" if he looked surprised before then you don't know what he's feeling right now as he looked at you with his mouth ajar "w-what-" guess he expected you to act differently. You sighed rubbing your forehead at the forming headache. How in the world can someone be so stupid? Now that you think about it, the signs were so clear.

"jihyeok" he looked at you with what you recognised as hope. Stupid, so stupid. "get out of my house" you watched the hope shatter into small pieces just like your heart did. Instead, his jaw tightened and his eyes started showing anger as he stood up as well "what? You're just gonna throw 2 years away over a single mistake?" he has to be joking. Shaking your head you crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your chin up "do you really want to do this right now?" it was a small warning. But you forgot he was stupid enough to not understand.

He scoffed shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared at you smugly "don't pretend like I'm the only one at fault y/n. You're as much guilty as I am. It was just an accident and if you weren't always so busy then it wouldn't have happened-" "your dick went inside her by accident? I didn't know something like that can happen by accident, ji. What? Did you slipped or something?" his face redenned as he stuttered to find another excuse but you didn't let him continue.

"so you slept with my friend behind my back by accident because I was busy trying to make money to support your dreams. You shouldn't skip the important part baby" you stared at him with disappointment while your nails dug in your arms. No you won't show him your weakness. You won't cry. You can't cry.

He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish as he balled his fists "w-well-" "and I should add that every time I made time so we could spend it together, you were the one who called off every date last minute. Why? Because you would spend your free time playing games rather than being with me" you smirked when you realised he wasn't meeting your eyes. That's what you thought.

"now get out. And don't contact me again. Glad she was satisfied by your small friend" oops. That surely hit a sore spot.

The man that I love sat me down last night and he told me that it's over

Dumb decision

He looked at you with anger as he walked passed you, intentionally bumping into your shoulder as he made his way to the front door. But of course he just has to say something to repair his bruised ego.

"don't get so happy y/n. Just because you make more money doesn't mean you're superior to me. Remember, you were just a stress reliever. I lost feelings for you a long time ago. At least she understood me and wouldn't bitch around when it came to keeping the house clean" he smirked as you grew silent. Looks like he mistook your silence for hurt. "you can't even do most of the house work, of course a man would leave you for something better"

"jihyeok" "what?" the smug smile told you he expected you to apologise and crawl back. Poor him. "you're in no place to teach me how to be a woman. If you're such a man, why were you eating off your girlfriend's salary since the last year?" it was your turn to smile as you saw his face fall "and please don't call yourself a man. You're insulting the whole spieces" you winked as you raised your hand "also, just because she sucked your cock doesn't mean she'll support you. Good luck finding a job and paying the rent by yourself. And I also expect you to return me all the money I spent on your rent since the last year" you watched his eyes filling with fear and his hands shook as he stared at your hand which was holding up the middle finger "now get out"

~•~

The moment your door closed, your knees gave in. Your heart hurt. So much that you could physically feel it squeezing painfully as broken sobs spilled from your lips. You didn't let your tears fall when he was in front of you. No way in hell you would let him see you at your weakest. But now it was like a damn broke free as you struggled to breath. How can you be so stupid? You should have seen this coming a long time ago. All the lingering touches, the stolen glances, the time you found her in your apartment with him alone.

"we wanted to surprise you!" they both smiled brightly causing you to smile too.

But at that time you failed to notice that how did she knew that you were going home early that day. You smiled bitterly. They were just lucky that day.

You took a deep breath and wiped your face before standing up on shaky legs. You will not cry over him. No, you will never allow yourself to cry over the people who didn't deserve to be called humans. Ignoring your ringing phone you made your way to the kitchen and washed your face. The lighted screen told you who was calling

"ina💖"

You scoffed as you cut the call and blocked her number. You had no interest in listening to her excuses. You had a feeling they both were together right now.

A part of you wanted to cut them off from your life forever but another part of you wanted to hurt them just like they hurt you. It was worse that you knew just the best way to do that. It was even worse that you knew who would help you take your petty revenge.

Before you could stop yourself, your were already picking up your phone and dailing his number. Your hands shook as your thumb hovered over his name and his words rushed back to your mind.

"whatever you need, I'll do my best to make it happen. It won't matter how long I need to wait. Just say the word and it's done. I hope you'll give me another chance, doll"

Taking a deep breath you pressed the phone to your ear. Surprisingly, he picked up almost immediately and a warmth spread inside you when his deep voice hit your ears.

"I was waiting for you,doll" you looked down at your feet as you felt fresh tears filling your eyes and you hoped the small sniffle would go unnoticed by him. But of course it didn't. He noticed everything when it came to you. "you're crying?" you pictured him clenching his jaw as his voice took a dangerous tilt. One that used to scare you. You ignored his question as you took a shaky breath and whispered "does your offer still stand?" he was silent for a moment before breathing out "yes" you nodded even though he can't see it and sat on the chair of your dinning table "then will you let me use you?" you held your breath as you anticipated his answer and felt your body relaxing when he rasped "use me angel. Tell me what do I need to do"

"pretend you're in love with me" you whispered hearing a long exhale on the other side "don't need to pretend for that,doll" your heart started pounding as you looked down, again ignoring the flutter of your heart "pretend you're willing to die for me" "can't" your eyes widened ''why?" ''because I would die for you angel"

As your words died down in your throat, you wondered what would have happened if you had made different choices in the past.

"why can't you trust me?!" he panted as he gripped your shoulders. You looked up at him with pained eyes as you hoped he wouldn't notice your tears under the heavy rain. But of course he did. Breathing heavily he leaned his forehead against yours "what changed y/n?" a sob left your lips as you shaked your head, weakly pushing him "I'm still the same guy you fell for. And you're still the same girl I fell for" he whispered hoarsly as you gripped his suit jacket, pulling him closer until your lips were barely touching. You pressed your lips on his for a brief moment before another sob broke free from your throat as you whispered "I'm scared of you yoongi" that was the end of it. You saw him shatter in pieces and crumble in pain as you uttered those words.

If 3 years ago you had trusted him, forced yourself to trust him, then maybe your life would have been a lot different.

"what else doll" "don't kill him" "depends" his dry voice forced a small giggle out of you as you wiped your eyes but the smile soon died down when he asked "what did he do baby girl?" you almost didn't want to tell him because you knew he wouldn't be able to control his anger if he knew. But you have to tell him. "he cheated" the moment your small whisper reached his ears was the moment he saw red. His voice may seem calm but in his head, he was already thinking about the many ways he could torture the piece of shit. But of course you always knew how to calm him down "yoongi promise me you won't do anything" you heard him taking a deep breath before he grunted "what do you want me to do?" "can you find out where he is right now?" "that's easy. 'course I can"

Of course he can. Sometimes you forget who he is.

~•~

Now I don't wanna feel how my heart is ripping

Fact I don't wanna feel so I stick to sipping

And im out of the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress,And this shit is sittin

You met him outside the club as you both planned. Well he planned. He had sent a car for you because of course he wouldn't let you come alone when it as dark outside. He never took any risks when it came to you. And maybe you knew why. Maybe it was because you were the easiest way to threaten him.

You felt your breath catching in your throat when you saw him. Looking as handsome as he was 3 years ago. But maybe more mature. His hair longer and ridges rougher. You last saw him when he was 24 and you were 21. Now you're 24 and he is 27. "yoongi" you breathed as you stood in front of him. His eyes were soft as he took you in and your breath stuttered when you felt his hand gently holding your smaller one "hey doll" he mumbled softly as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. Just like he used to.

You heart hurt when you think about the time you spent away from him. Even if you were in a relationship with jihyeok, a small part of you still belonged to him just like how he always belonged to you.

He didn't said anything more but his eyes did. They held so many different emotions as he kept staring at you intensely. "let's go"

You nodded and held his arm softly as you both started walking inside the famous club. He found out that your ex and ex best friend were both in here together. It may seem petty to make your ex jealous and regret his actions. But after spending almost your whole life trying to be considerate of others, you wanted to be petty. And yoongi had no problem with that. He still thinks you're being considerate to that shit head by not letting him make that fucker regret in his ways but he'll support you no matter what you do.

All eyes were on you both the moment you stepped inside the club. You can't blame them. You knew you both looked great. In the two years you saw yoongi twice. Both were the once when he couldn't help it. When he missed you too much. And both of those times you saw him in his three piece suit. Right now he looked lethally gorgeous in a leather jacket, ripped Jeans and chunky boots while you wore a sleeveless black dress which came to your mid thighs. Hair loose and heels high. Even through his jacket, you could feel the bulge of his gun pressing against your hips. But it didn't make you nervous.

It didn't take long to catch them, making out at the bar without a care in the world. Like they haven't betrayed the one person who loved them both genuinely. You could feel tears filling your eyes at the sight but yoongi cupped your face and made you look at him "don't forget what you're here for doll" you nodded as he wiped the single tear that managed to escape before leaning down to whisper "just say the word and I'll make them regret their whole lives" you slapped his chest as he smirked "shut up we aren't here to kill anyone" "whatever you want, doll" he drawled letting you pull him towards the dance floor.

You smiled up at him as his hands found their place on your hips which you swayed to the music. The multiple lights shown on his face as he pulled you closer until your hands were on his chest. And you knew that you had their attention when you felt a burning gaze on your back. Yoongi leaned down until his lips grazed your ear for which he was gifted with pleasant shiver "they're looking at us doll" he mumbled burying his face in your sweet smelling neck while your arms wrapped around his neck as you both moved with the music.

A surprised gasp left your lips when you felt his lips pressing a wet kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck "y-yoongi'' your eyes fell shut as you felt him pressing soft kisses on the same spot before sucking it softly. He hummed gravelly as he pressed a hand on your lower back and pulled you flushed against him causing your soft breasts to press against his firm chest. It didn't help that you weren't wearing a bra. "need to make him realise what he lost" he murmured as he bite the same spot gently causing a small moan to slip from your lips. "mm..yoongi" you sighed, your hands gripping his shoulders as you felt something hard pressing against your lower stomach.

Small twing of pleasure erupted your whole body, settling a fire on it's wake as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second until your panties were sticking to your womanhood and soft pants were leaving your lips. "fuck you smell so good" he groaned as your fingers tugged his hair,your back arching and your head leaned to the side, giving him more access to your neck.By now you had completely forgotten about your ex boyfriend and best friend glaring daggers at you as you both swayed to the music, bodies feeling hot like fire as heavy breathing and pants mingled together.

"shit" he breathed heavily as his hand gripped your neck and he pulled you closer until your lips were inches away from his "tell me doll" he rasped, gripping your thigh and pulling your right leg up until it was wrapped around his waist. You gasped, holding his wrist as you felt his hardness pressing straight against your cunt "who are you thinking about?" he mumbled, grinding against you causing soft moans to spill from your lips "are you thinking about him right now?" his voice held a tilt of possessiveness and darkness as his hold around your throat tightened a bit. You whimpered shaking your head as he pressed against you harder "n-not him" he nodded leaning his forehead against yours "then who?" "y-you" the moment those words left your lips, his lips crashed against yours.

And it wasn't a sweet or gentle kiss. It was rough and hard, filled with possessiveness and yearning as your teeth clashed together and tongues danced for dominance. But of course he won. He kissed you hard. Hard enough for your lips to feel numb and your pussy to gush as soft moans of his name left your lips like a chant while low growls and groans left his lips like he couldn't get enough of you.

"missed you so fucking much" he panted as he pulled back slightly, both of your lips red and bruised and hot breath mingling together. You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you and if your heart was pounding before, then right now it threatened to spill out of your chest as you whispered "yoongi" he hummed as he looked over your head and you saw his eyes narrowed "w-what's wrong?" you asked turning to look behind you but yoongi held the back of your head and pulled you to his chest with a grunt causing you to look at him confused "nothing's wrong angel. Tell me what were you gonna say?" he murmured pressing a kiss on your forehead and because your face was buried in his chest, you didn't notice him still looking at something at a distance. "umm" you whispered gripping his jacket "take me to your home?" you dared to peek up as he went silent and the look in his eyes caused you to whimper softly.

He chuckled darkly as his hand squeezed your hip before he murmured lowly "you're playing a very dangerous game kitten. Don't think you'll get to leave once we step in my house" you gulped down the nerves as you bite your bottom lip softly before pressing a soft kiss on his lips "I don't wanna leave" you saw his eyes darken which made you excited and nervous.

It was like nothing else mattered when you were standing in the middle of a crowded bar and gazing in his eyes as he trapped you in. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he held you, it made you wonder just why did you waste 2 years of your life with that trash bag. The guy that you loved with all your heart, gave him your everything, and what did you get in return? Getting cheated on and also getting the blame. And the girl who was supposed to be your one true friend, the one who was with you for so many points of life. You were mad at yourself for spending 3 years apart from him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone suddenly pushed past you, causing you to stumble further in his embrace as he wrapped a protective arm around you and glared at the drunken woman. "you okay?" he cupped your face with one hand and you nodded placing your hand on his "can we go?" your voice was small as you said those words and he didn't said anything but nodded and wrapped an arm around your shoulder before pushing past the ocean of bodies.

You noticed he was glancing behind by his shoulder every now and then and his grip around you suddenly tightened just as you both stepped out of the club "yoongi" you squeezed his hand which was on your shoulder and he only hummed as he glanced by his shoulder again "is everything okay?" you looked at him worriedly and his eyes softened. You both stopped in front of his car and he cupped your face softly "everything is fine, angel. Don't worry about anything and sit inside. I need to make a call and make sure you lock the car yeah?" he mumbled giving you the key. Although you had a feeling that something was wrong, you trusted him enough to not question him. So nodding you took the key and sat in the car, nodding when he signalled you to lock the doors.

You sighed, watching him as he took his phone out and made a call. A few seconds later you saw two men arriving and although you couldn't hear their conversation, you knew it was something serious because yoongi looked a little angry as he talked with the two men. They said something before walking away and yoongi rounded the car while you unlocked the door. His cologne filled your senses as he opened the door and sat in with a sigh. "who were they?" you asked softly as he took off his jacket and laid it on your lap which you Silently thanked him for because you were freezing. "they work for me" he answered simply as he started the car and you nodded before looking down at your hands folded on your lap.

Your attention was caught by him when he suddenly placed a hand on your thigh and after a moment of hesitation, you kept your hand on his. The ride was silent until you reached his house. You realised he had moved places. As he parked the car in the underground parking lot, he rasped "last chance doll" you looked at him nervously as he took a slow exhale before turning to look at you "I won't let you leave once to step inside my place y/n. I can't let you leave again. I don't think I can handle it again" his jaw was tight as he said those words and you realised just how badly you hurt him. Taking a shaky breath you unbuckled your seat belt and leaned forward, letting his jacket fall as you pressed your lips on his "make me stay yoongi. Please don't let me leave" you whispered against his lips and the familiar darkness returned in his eyes. The one that made your legs weak and pussy gush.

The elevator ride to his pent house was silent but you were in his arms the whole time. It was like he couldn't keep his hands off of you. But the moment you entered the penthouse, his lips were on yours and his hands were on your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you hard. His hands groping whatever skin they could reach as low moans and whimpers filled the air. Breathing heavily, he gripped your thighs and picked you up effortlessly causing you to grip his shoulders with Soft moans as your lips danced against each other. You didn't notice him walking towards his bedroom because you were so lost in his lips. Only when he laid you on his bed and his scent filled your senses did you realised that you were in his personal space. But you didn't have time you look around in his room because he was above you on his knees no yanking of his t shirt.

You felt your cheeks warming up as his milky white skin came in your view. But along with his abs your eyes caught something else too. There were multiple scars on his abdomen. It seemed like he noticed the sadness in your eyes because he tilted your chin up and pulled you in a deep kiss. One which took your breath away. It was deep and sensual. Passionate and full of longing. "I'm fine doll. A little knife can't kill me" you stifled a small giggle as he winked at you before your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled you up on his lap.

You took his hand as he kissed you again and guided it towards the thin strips of your dress and he let out a low growl as he slowly pulled the strips down until the dress was hanging around your waist. Slowly, he pulled back and his eyes wandered down "fuck"he whispered as he took you in "so fucking beautiful" you looked at him shyly as he laid you down again and tapped your hips. You raised them and he took off the dress completely,leaving you in a pair of thin black panties which were soaking wet.

"so perfect" he whispered as he came down until he was kissing around your breasts "a fucking goddess" he took your nipple in his mouth, sucking it softly which had you arching your back while your fingers tangled in his hair and small gasps left your lips "letting me worship you" his hand massaged your breast, making sure to give them the same attention "can die a happy man now" he chuckled darkly as you moaned his name softly. Trailing his kisses downwards he pressed multiple kisses around your waist before pressing a small kiss on your panty covered womanhood.

He looked at you as he hooked his finger around the thin material and once you nodded, he pulled the panties down your legs while biting his lip. You gasped when he raised the ruined material to his nose and took a long sniff before letting out a long groan causing you to cover your face in embarrassment "don't fucking hide from me" he grunted gripping your hips and pulling you down until his face was buried in between your legs, causing you to squeal In surprise.

But before he touched your weeping cunt, he looked at you with what you found as jealousy and possessiveness "has that shit head ever eaten you out?" he murmured lowly as he kissed your inner thighs, leaving small marks behind "n-no" you gasped shakily, your fingers flying towards his hair "no? " his eyebrows furrowed and you nervously whispered "h-he said it was gross-" another dark chuckle cut you off and you looked down to see his face leaned against your thigh as he looked at you cockily "can't believe I let you date a fucking kid but" he smirked "that means I'm the first man who tastes you" it was the only thing you heard before he dived in like a man dying from starvation and you were his last meal.

A loud moan left your lips as he wrapped his around your clit, sucking and teasing it until it was swollen and red. His hands gripped your ass and pulled you in so close that you were scared that he might suffocate but it seemed like he had no problem as he lapped your pussy like a lollipop. Your back arched and your head pressed against the pillows as his tongue entered your pussy. You could only moan his name helplessly as he took turns in fucking you with tongue and sucking your clitoris. He was quite literally making out with your clit as he inhaled your intimate scent with a deep groan which caused you to feel the vibrations against your womanhood. Your legs locked around his head which yet again made you worried that you might suffocate him but as you went to move away from him, he gripped your thighs with a growl and pulled you in "don't fucking do that again" He pleasured you like it was his only way to salvation. Like he was dying and you were his last meal. It all became so much that you exploded a second later with a loud and long moan of his name. If you weren't so high on pleasure you would have been embarrassed at how loud you sounded because you never thought you could make such a sound.

He mumbled praises of how good you were doing as he made sure to lick every single drop you gave him. He pulled back with a proud smirk, watching as you came down from your High and climbed up towards you, his cock brushing against your sensitive folds. You opened your eyes to find him already looking at you and a shy smile made it's way to your lips "how was that? " he grinned causing you to whine "great" "I'm sure it was" he chuckled kissing your forehead "but I'm not done with you sweet girl" your eyes widened as he hovered over you and. You didn't even noticed when he took of his pants but you felt your eyes widening and core gushing as you saw the size of his cock. It was long and thick, standing tall and proud with his mushroom tip an angry red and pre cum already forming. Soft moan left your lips when his cock grinded against your womanhood "tell me to stop yeah? " he whispered and you nodded holding his shoulders with a deep breath.

Soon a gasp left your lips when you felt the tip of his cock entering you and he stopped immediately "You good? " he brushed your hair away from your face and you nodded whispering "be gentle please" he kissed your nose "I will angel" slowly, you felt him entering you which caused you to whimper in slight pain. He peppered your face with soft kisses to distract as he tried his best to not slam inside you.

Once he was buried inside you, he stilled to give you some time to adjust "take deep breaths for me doll" he mumbled and you nodded taking shaky breaths. A soft sigh left your lips when you felt the pain disappearing and nodded. He pressed his lips on yours as he bottomed out before pushing back in causing both of to moan simultaneously "o-oh yoongi" your back arched as he moved with long and deep thrusts, hitting every part of your womanhood and soon, his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing you to moan loudly "right here? " he gritted thrusting back in at the same angle again and again causing your eyes to roll at the back of your head.

You gripped his hand with a soft whimper and he held it immediately beside your head. You cupped his face as he leaned his head against yours and you whispered "I missed you so much" his jaw clenched and his thrusts got harder and more powerful as he buried his face in your neck "you have no fucking idea how many times I almost knocked on your door. Almost called you dammit" you whimpered as you felt your high approaching rapidly once again and tears ran down your face as you sobbed "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you" his eyes hardened at the sight of you crying and he crushed his lips on yours "it doesn't matter anymore. You're here with me. I don't need anything else" he never blamed you for leaving him. You both loved each 3 years ago but you had no idea who he was. To you he was the son of a wealthy business man. But the day you were going to confess, you saw him at His worst. You saw him killing someone. When you told him you were scared of him, he wanted to kill himself. He was mad at himself for falling for you. For allowing such feelings. But when you left him, he was willing to wait however long you wanted him too.

"fuck y/n" he breathed heavily as you pulled him in a soft kiss and you felt your high wash over you as he kissed you deeply, his own High washing over him. He rided you both out of your highs before falling on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him tightly as he buried his face in your sweaty chest.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, you whispered "yoongi" he hummed snuggling deeper "you remember when I called you, you said you were waiting for me.. What did that mean?" you felt him smile against your skin as his hold around you tightened "it means that I've been waiting for you since 3 years, doll. Because I knew that one day, we'd meet again. So the wait was worth it" "and what if I hadn't called? " he hummed "then I would have waited and waited until you did" "why? " "because I'm so in love with you that waiting for you seemed easier than trying to forget you"

~•~

As you laid naked under the covers, yoongi stood by the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist as he listened to his right hand man talk "the guys belonged to Lee. They somehow came to know that you would be at the club. I've taken care of them but boss.. " yoongi hummed as he pulled the covers over your body properly "the same guys had been following y/n since a few weeks. They somehow caught our men following her and Lee found out that you've been secretly keeping an eye on her. They wanted to use her to-" "threaten me" yoongi chucked darkly as his movements stilled "fucking shit head" he snarled as he walked out of the room as to not wake you up "you know what you need to do namjoon. Bring him to me alive"

~•~

"what are you doing? " you flinched and turned around sheepishly as yoongi raised an eyebrow. He was shirtless in only some grey sweatpants as he folded his arms over his chest, looking at the mess all around the kitchen "w-well" you laughed nervously "i-i wanted to make you breakfast but I didn't realise I messed up your kitchen" yoongi nodded as he looked at the dinning table filled with breakfast and coffee "I'm so sorry I'll clean it up-" "you don't need to" you blinked as he pulled you to the table and made you sit on his lap "I pay people to clean my house. Surely they can do it. Now let me taste my girl's cooking" you looked at him surprised while he calmly ate his pancakes "you don't mind the mess i made? " "why would I? " he shrugged "the food is great" he kissed your head and fed you too.

"you can cook whenever you want. I love your cooking. Just be careful to not hurt yourself. You cook, I'll clean" you giggled kissing his nose "I think I kinda like you" he grinned tickling your waist "well thank god because I think I like you too"

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Music To My Heart.

MYG - Music To My Heart.

You knocked on his studio door, once, twice and then when he didn’t answer you knocked a much firmer third.

The door Swung open, the older man grunting about not wanting to be disturbed, that is until he see you. His frown evened out as his lips turned into a subtle smile.

“You came? Is everything okay?” He stepped aside, giving you the go ahead to enter the room.

You sat down in his chair, which had been pushed into the far corner almost as if he wanted to distance himself from the computer. “I’m okay, you are not.”

He rolled his eyes closing the door, taking a seat on the couch opposite you. “I am, if Jimin called you then you should have ignored it.”

“He said you swore at him.” You raise your eyebrows, Yoongi was never one to raise his voice, he wouldn’t be afraid to use an insult or two but no one ever took it personally.

“I’m just stuck okay? You know what I get like whenever I have a block.” His gaze falls to his fingers as he picks the skin around the nail, something your recognised a long time ago as being something he did because of his anxiety.

You sighed walking over to him, sitting yourself in his lap. His hands ceased their silent attack on one another in favour of resting on your hips. “We talked about this yoon. You have to rest otherwise you’ll get burnt out.”

“It’s not like that this time, I nearly have it. I can feel it there I just don’t know how to bring those thoughts forward. I even tried meditating.” He defends himself, his voice cutely raising a pitch.

You but your lip in hopes of hiding your smile. “You tried meditating.”

“Jimin caught me and told me he would post it on Weverse if I didn’t go home.” He scowled.

You remember how jimin had been vague earlier on the details that prompted Yoongis outburst. “That explains why he was so shady when he called me.”

“You have got to stop listening to any member in the maknae line, I swear they only exist to make you babysit me.” He laughs resting his head against your shoulder.

You let him sit there for as long as he needs, his breathing grows quiet as does everything else in the room. You relax alongside him, your own head resting against his as you run your hand through his long black hair. After a while you begin to hum, something you often did to occupy the space between you and him.

You almost fall off his lap as he sits up, pushing you off his lap. “What the fuck Yoongi?!” You shout throwing his shooky pillow at him.

“That hum.” He sits in his chair his fingers rushing across the keyboard as if his thought was going to escape him any minuet. “What was that hum?”

You learn forward, a lot confused. “I don’t know it was just something I made up as I went along.”

“Could you do it again but into the mic?”

“Min Yoongi if you want me to feature on your song that will be 5 million.”

“Won?” He asks, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Dollars.” You giggle, tiptoeing over to him.

“Never gonna happen but I’ll let you braid my hair.” He extends a hand to which you shake playfully.

You shake your head in disbelief as you walk over to the microphone, waiting for him to signal the okay before humming the same tune. He had you do it a few more times before asking you to hum another one but this time quieter.

“I think I have an idea for some lyrics.” He explains to you, extending a hand to call you back to him.

You could see the earlier tension in his shoulders were no more. “I hope I helped.”

“You did Sweetheart. How about you go and get us some dinner and meet me at home in say an hour? I’ll get some lyrics recorded and meet you at home.”

You knew this was him gently explaining he needed his space to work and you were more than happy to give him that, he went to hand you his card as you slipped on your shoes but you declined. As much as you would both joke about it you always were equal. Of course there were things he could afford to do that you couldn’t but you always did your best to contribute fairly.

On days like today where your Boyfriend was stressed and overwhelmed you liked to treat him the same way he did you. You requested that the driver he had arranged to take you home stop at Yoojung Sikdang.

Yoongi had talked about wanting food there for months, it was always way too busy and it was an attraction that army would frequently visit, it being the restaurant bangtan had used during their debut days.

You had met the owner a few times, she knew who you were but no one else did which allowed you the ability to pick up yoongis favourite dish from the restaurant.

You got home pretty fast which is why you were surprised to see Yoongis shoes by the door. The sound of the refrigerator opening alerting you to his location.

You managed to slide off your shoes and carry the many boxes safely into the kitchen without dropping anything.

“Hey baby do you wa- you did not.” His eyes widen at disbelief as he focuses on the box’s logo.

“I thought you deserve an old comfort.”

“What did you get?” He practically throws the box open in excitement.

“black pork and stone pot bibimbap and grilled black pork belly.”

He swings around faster than you could comprehend, his lips colliding with yours as his hands grip into your hair. He traces your jaw with kisses, leaving a mark just below your ear.

“If I knew you’d react like that I would have gone months ago.” You laugh, feeding him a piece of pork.

“Aish don’t be a brat.” He accepts the food, mumbling about how good it tastes.

You both laughed before taking another bite of food. You watched the man silently, his face seemingly happy. “How did it sound in the end?”

“Like music to my heart.”

You can’t help but blush as he winks at you, a hand squeezing your thigh before turning back to his meal. His own shyness laid out as he laughed into his bony hands.

Yoongi wasn’t the easiest person, it took you a long time to understand him but you were thankful that you took the time to, you couldn’t imagine your life without the man. His random spurts of energy, his focus and dedication, his passion, the way he loves and the way he wants to be loved are all things you never thought you’d love about a person, funnily enough they are all the things you love about him.

no moon without you

drabble game: jungkook is a highly favorable knight sworn to the sword, but once he sets his eyes on oc its game over for him. flufffffffff pls 🥹

~ and congrats on the milestone! i thoroughly enjoy all of your writings and appreciate you sharing them with us!

no moon without you — jjk

this was for my drabble game (still open).

⟶ SUMMARY : Jungkook is a knight sworn to his sword, a devil with a heart so cold it does not have space for mercy, or such things like emotion. That is until he saw you for the first time.

⟶ PAIRING : knight!jungkook x f.reader.

⟶ RATING : pg-13

⟶ GENRE : fluff, medieval au?

⟶ WORD COUNT : 1.8k

⟶ WARNINGS : BIG FLUFF AHEAD, this is so fluffy it is digsuting, taehyung is the king, jungkook is a big cinnamon ball inside his thick shell. this is basically just a light read filled with fluff <3

⟶ NOTE : i really hope u like this & that it was what u envisioned <3 sorry the drabbles are taking too long, i gotta use my phone to write since my computer is fixing rn and i hate writing on my phone but it is what it is :’) plus i’m also very busy so yeah, but i’m working on the drabbles <3 the drabble game is still open !! NOT EDITED MUCH.

MASTERLIST.

Jeon Jungkook is a name known throughout the whole kingdom.

He is known as the man made of steel, the bravest soul out of all that lives in the kingdom—his name is carried with not only respect and adoration but fear.

Knight Jungkook is known for not only a body made of steel, indestructible, but also a stone-cold heart that doesn’t even think about such things like emotions.

But then, it all changed when he saw the flower that is you.

“Must you always look like you are suffering, Jungkook?” King Taehyung asks his knight, and Jungkook keeps the same poker face as before, showing no ounce of emotion.

“I always look like this, your majesty.” Jungkook says, with his usual monotone voice, and King Taehyung sighs. His knight may be the best of all men in the kingdom, but godness can he be annoying at times.

“A herbal remedies villager is visiting us today, Jungkook—so, please try and keep your face more friendly or something. You know how villagers always cower in front of your intimidating gaze.” King Taehyung sighs, and Jungkook fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“I cannot help my face, your majesty.”

Taehyung groans, “Ugh, fine, whatever.”

As soon as the doors are open, King Taehyung fixes his posture, and eyes all over the throne room are glued to the two figures that stand behind the open doors, waiting to be invited in.

Jungkook eyes the old man, nothing he has never seen before. The man does not have any sign of sharp weapons hidden on his attire, nor does he seem to have the physique of a man who will try any type of malicious intent towards the king.

But what Jungkook knew more than anyone, is that looks could be deceiving.

And when he goes to scan the woman beside the old man, Jungkook experiences a shortness of breath, as if his lungs stopped working out of his will. Never has Jungkook seen such a beautiful sight, enough to make the most feared man in the kingdom become putty with just your eyes.

Jungkook has seen many beautiful women in his life, many attempted to seduce, and although some could be a good way to blow off some steam one night, none of them were ever able to make him feel so pathetic like you. As if the world stopped working.

With one glance of yours, you have done the impossible.

“Hello your majesty! I am the western village’s herbal remedies expert, and I hear you need my expertees?” Your father asks, and King Taehyung nods his head. But your eyes never leave the mysterious brown pupils of the man whose face seems like stone, and gaze feels like the coldest breeze of winter.

“Ah, yes! Many of my bravest knights have been hurt by our most recent war, and we need the best help we can need. Thank goodness we won the war, or else there would be much worse casualties—and it is all thanks to my mightiest knight, Jungkook!”

King Taehyung pats Jungkook on the back, a glint of mischief written all over Taehyung’s eyes as he stares at Jungkook, and he immediately knows the king is up to something.

“We are incredibly grateful for you, Knight Jungkook.” You say while both you and the old man bows, and Jungkook fights everything inside him to not let his cheeks show not even the smallest tint of red.

King Taehyung smirks, “I will take you to the men.” He points at the old man, “And Knight Jungkook will take you to the other wing.”

You blink, and suddenly, your father and king Taehyung leave the throne room, and only you and Jungkook stay behind.

Silence surrounds you, and your eyes don’t leave Knight Jungkook’s, your body too terrified to move your body, your brain reminding you of the rumours that surround the vicious knight in front of you.

You’ve always been scared when anyone mentioned the name of Jungkook, as anyone in the village did. Of how Jungkook carried his sword as easily as he does his body, how never once has an enemy claimed victory over him. How Knight Jungkook would always finish any enemy that dared defy the crown of the king or his people, and have sent thousands straight to hell with his bloody sword.

He spared mercy to no one, and his name haunted commoners like you, used to inflict terror on every village.

Seconds pass and neither of you move

With a clearing of your throat, and with every brave part of your body, you decide to speak first, breaking the few seconds of awkward silence.

“Hi.”

It didn’t take long for you to forget about your past judgement of Jungkook, and soon, both your names were written in the stars as you fell harder for each other each moon that passed.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?!” You gasp while holding the door, and immediately start looking everywhere to see if any villagers still lurk through the village streets. “What if a villager sees you?!”

Knights were not very common to be spotted on village grounds, only when a war or battle was happening nearby, which always causes great damage to houses and makes every villager panic.

Your anxiousness is in juxtaposition to Jungkook, who stays calm, and holds a smile on his lips as his eyes full of love gaze at your figure.

“Can I not come here to see my beautiful love?” Jungkook leans to catch your lips on a kiss, but instead of welcoming his mouth, you harshly pull him into your home and immediately close the door.

“You must be insane!” You whisper-yell, and Jungkook blinks, staring at you with confusion plastered all over his face.

“Why?”

“No villager can see you, or they will all panic!”

“Oh.” Jungkook finally realises his mistake, but shrugs, and leans for a kiss again, which you finally reciprocate.

Jungkook smiles into the kiss, and whispers to your ears. “You make me reckless, princess.”

Three years later.

“My love, I’m home!” Jungkook shouts as he enters his home, putting his sword next to the door as he starts getting rid of his heavy attire.

Jungkook hears steps, and soon, you’re running to him, a fond smile forming on his face when his eyes catch yours.

You run to him and wrap your hands around his waist in a tight hug, small tears running down your cheeks, staining your husband’s shoulder while Jungkook hugs you back, just as tight, both of you letting out your deepest emotions.

Thirty moons passed since you’ve seen each other last, and every minute that passed, your heart bled more and more for the touch of your husband, for at least any word that he was okay.

Every day spent with your heartstrings pulled in fear for your husband, of the possibility that you may never see him again. You know there wasn’t much to be scared of since Jungkook is the best at what he does, but you couldn’t help it. Every day on the battlefield is a risk in your eyes.

And Jungkook swore his soul would be sucked out of his body because of the overwhelming feeling of missing you, of yearning for your soothing touch after a day at the palace, of your skins touching each other in the most intimate ways.

Being apart wasn’t something you both were a stranger to, but no matter how many times Jungkook was away for another mission under the king’s orders, your hearts would still feel the painful stab of not being together.

 “I missed you so much.” You sigh and Jungkook hums, continuing his kisses to your collarbone, his eyes forming the littlest of water.

“Missed you too, my love. There was not a day in which I didn't think of you.” Jungkook places a kiss on your forehead, and you finally break your much needed hug. You look him in the eyes and caress his cheek, gasping lightly when you see bruises on his skin.

“Oh, honey, you must be careful with yourself.” You frown, but your husband only smiles fondly, his heart spitting fireworks as you care for him.

If anyone were to know about how the ruthless, fearful Jungkook, with eyes that could kill, melted because of a single person, no one would ever believe it. But here you were, looking at him with all the love in the world, enough to make his cold heart turn to liquid.

“It’s alright, my love. You should see the other men.” Your husband smirks and you roll your eyes before pulling him to the chair beside your fire.

“Sit here, I’ll grab medicine.” Jungkook follows your instructions, but before you could walk away, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you toward his lap. You yelp, and your husband only chuckles.

“Godness, Jungkook!” He giggles and you only huff in return, but a smile soon creeps up on your lips when he starts placing butterfly kisses all over your face.

“Can I not worship my wife I missed so much?”

You giggle, “But honey, I must cure your bruises!”

“They can wait, my love.” Jungkook presses kisses to your neck and you hum sweetly, enjoying the warm feeling of your souls finally together again.

“Are you going to travel for the king again soon?” You say with a frown, your heart squeezing on itself, already preparing for the bad news that he has to go away from you again. Being apart is torture for your binded souls, and you don’t know if you can endure such distance again in the near future. Your heart, your body, your soul, may not be able to take it—to be away from your soulmate.

“The king put me off duty for thirty moons, my love. We have all the time in the world to be together.” Jungkook says through a warm smile, and you sigh in relief, your head falling to his shoulder as your love presses kisses to the skin of your neck.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” You turn around to face his eyes, and drown yourself on the millions of stars that live inside his pupils.

Jungkook smiles, “I love you, too, Jeon _____.”

cherry flavoured

‣ cherry flavoured (m)

summary: "time is at the essence, and jungkook has been proved, ever so deliciously, to give zero fucks."

❧ pairing: secretary!jungkook x fem ceo!reader ❧ genre/au/rating: 18+, some fluff? smut, pwp ❧ warnings: swearing, car sex, unprotected sex, oral (f. recieving), a sad attempt at dirty talk ❧ word count: 2k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: um...please enjoy whatever this is cuz i can't get shit done to save my life lol. this was also very rushed so um...excuse that as well 🥲

all rights reserved ©rkivian 2023. reposting, copying and translating is not allowed. reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!

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“Eight minutes, princess.”

“Fucking hell.” 

You remain compliant, dismissive of your brain’s last tinge of amusement. Maybe it was the incessant self-reminder to take yourself seriously even when you put yourself in situations like this one. 

What about it bothers you? 

Well, for starters, your vendetta towards constant reminders of the time was always the flashiest additive to your briefings—you fail to recall this little tattooed shit being any kind of exception. 

And secondly, there’s this thing…this sort of childishness; your hatred of such that denotes you as the typical child-hating gremlin in pantsuits. The sort of childishness that makes itself known by the unsubtle pursuit of control that one could only have for…eight minutes.

Eight minutes…just eight more minutes of aimlessly affirming your place on the corporate ladder whilst his dick is almost inside of you. 

You’ll live. 

“You said it yourself didn’t you? Something like ‘you know how the Lims get. Miss a minute and it’s your funeral.’ ” He mocks.

Right. 

His funeral because it’s his job to keep reminding you what time it is. Silly you. And it’s too late to look back at it now, those notably cliche warnings about men with tattoos coming from all corners of your unfortunate vicinities. 

It’s on you for not preparing yourself. The resume of a handsome male applicant, probed with sunny rays of approval without the consideration of him having tattoos. Your bad on that one. 

It’s now your turn to charge. Offer your own judicious blow. If babbled curses count. 

“But it’s not what you said that matters. It’s how you said it.”

“Fuck, Jungkook! Please—”

“That bad ass tone you always got on…”

“Jungkook–”

“...always the perfect match with what you wear to work every morning.”

“Fuck, please,” you begin to beg, an instinctive mark of annoyance and a response to the newfound sensation of his tip circling against your clit. Not a sliver of enmity encourages you to take action; the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock is left to be. Still, you think you might actually go insane.

“Fuck, I never tell you how much I love being bossed around.” He masters it this time, purrs working hand in hand with the up-down patterns of his tip against your slit. “It’s always a pleasure to hear you threatening to punish me… ‘nd just seeing you in those pants that hug your ass so beautifully.”

Which is why it’s both a good thing and a shame that you chose to wear them today. Helplessly flung atop the passenger seat like a banana peel as your man indulges in the sight of something much, much better, they’re probably wrinkled by now. 

You’d chosen to keep the blouse on, though. A generous array of something else, like the swells of your breasts, that’ll possibly make him come untouched. It was also he who showed minimal effort, only with a tattooed arm’s rule over your periphery through his hand resting against the car window for balance. That and how fucking beautiful he looked between your legs. 

But this is not looking good for you. 

“Five minutes, angel.” He hums. 

Head no longer thrown back, you finally manage to retain your mystic audacity. “Then quit teasing me, asshole.” 

“M’sorry.” His words escape with a juvenile drag that you would have rolled your eyes at had you been in the right headspace. Now, the slimming space between your bare crotches founds two things: his closeness to fucking you and a cheeky, lipring-clad, cherry flavoured revelation against your lips—possibly a real reason this motherfucker makes you weak in the knees. “Are you mad at me? ‘Cuz I don’t ever want you to be mad at me.” 

Inhibited by his length rubbing between your lips with an unmissable pattern of squelches, is a ‘yes, I am mad at you’ that only takes the form of a deep groan. Lord knows how long it would take for you to fully crack—spoiler alert: it’s not long.

“Are you?” He somewhat slurs, swelling his coquettish resemblance to a purring cat. You wonder if it’s deliberate, if not just the way he is. 

You’re fucked either way. 

“Jungkook,” his name sounds heavy, deep and demanding, your breath fleetingly flat as you’d somehow managed to sustain your salacious spirit. Just how he likes it… apparently. “Fuck me now, and I won’t be.” 

“But I like playing with you. I like playing with this pretty pussy,” pouting and trailing a fingertip towards your swollen clit, he shortens the distance between your hot and heavy faces - if that was even possible - finally making his rightful decision, “but you’re right. We’ve got four minutes now, and I doubt that you plan on telling those old geezers what you’ve been up to.” 

Sly fucking fox. You mean what you’ve been up to.

You’re one hundred percent sure that his growing boldness would have remained in its static stage of timidity if it weren’t for your “If I can, I will” basis. He’d given too much away at this point. Only to please him, you’d tell every single body in that boardroom about what a dirty boy he is. 

Only to please him. Your hot-as-fuck secretary. Because as far as board meetings go, missing those fifteen minutes of ungenuine pleasantries before a long-term project proposal that must happen won’t kill anybody. 

It’s only how much the Lims absolutely love themselves. Well… you’d like to think they’re not overly fond of someone who’d rather have their pussy played with. Look at you, already demonstrating the self-given title of a professional sympathizer, which would’ve been more effective if Jungkook’s cock wasn’t already effortlessly slipping into you. 

“Oh f-fuck yes,” disregarding all semblance of self respect, your head is thrown back again, your updo blessed by God for preventing any car-door-induced concussions. “Jungkook, you little fucking tease, I need you to fuck me right now.”

He coos at your demand, and how obviously devoid of control you are as your words escape as a bunch of blabbery slurs. “Oh, angel. Anything for you.” 

That’s what they all say before a loophole assists in your orgasmic demise. Your head’s too far up in the clouds to scold him now. 

His hips are now rhythmic, deliciously slow and welcoming to the single leg that wraps around him for support. The other one is content, flimsily resting against the leathery shoulder of the passenger seat . 

“How’s this, hm? Does it feel good? Wanna tell me how good that feels, angel?” 

“Oh, you- aunghhhh,” you’re fully certain that you’re drooling. Nonetheless, those unshed tears do nothing to help the fact that his abs are ten times more lickable now, their unattainability having an even bigger effect on you with you basically folded in half. 

Yep, this really ain’t looking good for you. 

“A little drunk there, aren’t we?” he quips, leaning forward to swipe his tongue up the collar of your throat. “Is that how I make you feel, hm?” 

“Mmmfuck, Jungkook, you f-fucking–” 

“Oh no, you’re mad at me,” his pouty reply is of some new, fresh fucking exigency. You should thank him. Any sly acknowledgement of what was truly stopping you from finishing that sentence? You’d fire him. Right after this. Right after the upcoming stage in which he is no longer rolling his hips like this. So. Fucking. Slow. 

“Jungkook,” you whimper one last time.

“M’kay, angel. I’ll be a good boy now,” he slurs - deeply -  one last time. 

But you knew better than to be relieved. 

Through the cue of knees now reaching your shoulders, the jarring snaps of his skin against yours waste absolutely no time. He gets to hear more of your sounds, too and…dear God, your fucking sounds. Through lusty whines syncing with the makeshift rhythm of each hit, Jungkook’s cock is seen to bring out the best in you.

Or you may consider it your worst. Depends.

“Fuck yes!”

“Mhm?” 

“Fuuuuck…y-yes!” That’s what he truly takes pride in, your dragged utterances of “fuck yes”, brimming tears finishing it off. 

“Oh, I know.” He almost huffs, thrusts boosting the difficulty of his replies being smoother. “I know, angel. You’re taking my cock so well.”

Well, that’s new. 

Now’s not the time to assess the grade on your sexual journeys—you know yourself better than anyone else…speaking on how well you can, in fact, take cock.

 But damn. 

That’s new.

And sexy. So fucking sexy. 

Maybe you should keep him around, since you now wonder how he’d managed to make the prospect of him rearranging schedules for you even sexier. 

“Am I being good now? Am I a good boy?” 

And he just keeps digging deeper. 

Maybe this newfound futility of your iron-fisted demonstrations was a good thing. All things (recently) considered, he’ll get to keep fucking you like this, physique and tattoos on display and not a care in the world for who might happen to walk past your car. 

He’ll get to keep murmuring sweet nothings, so boldly as if you aren’t as well capable of bending him at knees every chance you get. 

You’ll get to bask in the sight of two things: him, and the way your tits continue to bounce up and down with every thrust undeterred by the confinement of your bra. Just like today. Right now. Right before Jungkook decides to slow down again after you deliver nothing but a breaky cry as a response to his question—or implorement, rather. 

“Come here,” bringing both your legs back to either side of his hips, he murmurs as if he’s not the one already pulling you toward him.

“What are you—”

“Relax. M’gonna make you feel so, so good,” is the only form that his reassurance takes. Still, he confidently watches the state of your widened eyes to shift into that of total ecstasy, lidded and rolling back once again. 

And he’s only a little slower this time. The skin slaps and heavenly clench of your pussy are still here to stay. 

“Oh shit… shit m’gonna come. Please make me come.” Breakily, tearily, but surely, comes a request from you that you couldn’t hold back. 

“Mhm? You wanna cum?” 

“Fuck yes! Please!” You scream.

“Then why don't you come for me angel?” That smirk doesn’t hesitate. And neither do you, screams making tinnitus the new thing as your car doesn’t really have much of an echo to offer. 

You can’t believe you’re about to ask this. You can’t believe what you’re about to put yourself through, all raggedy breathed with cum messing up your seats, “Jungkook,” you take a moment to catch just a few other missing ounces of your breath, “How much time left now?” 

You can’t remember when this was a thing, the little nab of his lip ring between his teeth reminding you of how good his hair looked. How violating unwritten codes of neatness was so sexy. Your desired answer doesn't make anything better, either. Not with that little smile.  

“None.” 

And that was supposed to be it, which is why the sight of him not buttoning up his shirt is beyond you. Which is why his sudden veer towards your bitten lips comes to you as an even bigger surprise.

Speech - potential scoldings that slowly lose their handle as the domineering kind - is instead dancing between your swirling tongues, moans, sighs, grunts and all. Kissing you, Jungkook’s precipitous revolution is not missed—call it woman’s intuition or whatever. He pulls back, a lolling string of saliva soon breaking and picking his chin as its landing. 

You’re seeing it all now, the salacious hunch towards you cunt that tells you that this is not over; one that he soon takes the initiative to confirm.

“But I think they can wait a bit longer, can’t they?” 

You still tried. Words still had their eagerness; something along the lines of “Wait…” before Jungkook’s tongue had beat you to it, slipping between your folds to clean just a meager chunk of his mess. Words go back to babbles. Sighs. Whimpers. Cries that don’t shroud his next siren-eyed form of reassurance.

“No need for them to fuss. Your ditzy little secretary just forgot what time it was.”