Soft

Soft

soft | jeon jungkook (m)

pairing: softdom!jungkook x f!reader

warnings: smut (nsfw), fluff, dom-sub dynamic, subspace kinda, aftercare, tears, overuse of petnames

wordcount: 2.5k

"my pretty little girl" he smiled, fingers gently running through your hair as you were tightly hugging his waist, excited to see him after a week. "i missed you" you mumbled into his chest, earning a chuckle from him. "i missed you too baby, so much" tapping your cheek, he turned your face up to him, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips, your eyes fluttering close as you longed for more.

"come on let's go, the boys are already waiting" he intertwined your fingers, squeezing your hand as he pulled you out of your house, walking you to the car where he opened the passenger door for you. "thank you koo" you blushed, taking a seat in the car. even after almost two years of dating, jungkook never failed to leave you flustered, seeming to always know just the right words to say. 

as soon as jungkook started driving, his tattooed hand took its place on your bare thigh, softly caressing your skin. you smiled down at his hand, loving how good it looked on your thigh, you placed your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers. a soft smile lingering on his lips as he felt your fingers around his. 

as soon as jungkook started driving, his tattooed hand took its place on your bare thigh, softly caressing your skin. you smiled down at his hand, loving how good it looked on your thigh, you placed your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers. a soft smile lingering on his lips as he felt your fingers around his. 

"who will be there?" you broke the comfortable silence between you two, talking over the music playing in the background. "just the boys" he said, adding " jimin, yoongi, and namjoon, as well as hobi, jin and tae with their girlfriends" you nodded, excited to see them again after a while. 

you soon arrived at the restaurant, being welcomed by the group as they were already sitting there. "hi everyone" jungkook spoke, you following right after with a smile. you greeted everyone with a hug, jimin squeezing tighter and longer than the others since he was your best friend, earning a firm pat from jungkook at the back of his head.

"sorry bro" jimin chuckled, knowing how possessive jungkook was over you. "come sit here, baby" jungkook nodded over to the seat next to him, letting you sit between him and jimin. while talking about anything and everything, time flying by as you spent the time eating and laughing with your closest friends. - after a few hours, you said goodbye to everyone, promising Jimin to go out with him sometime before you and jungkook went back to the car making your way back home. "did you enjoy today, princess?" he asked with a smile, intertwining your fingers as he smiled at you. "i did, a lot actually. it was fun to see them all once again" you answered truthfully. and with a smile, he brought your hand up to his face, chaste fully kissing your knuckles while keeping eye contact with you, starting the engine and driving to his home. 

as soon as you entered his apartment, you informed him that you would go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. after taking off your make up, you went to his room, just to find him already laying in his bed with his head leaned to the headboard, in just a pair of sweats.

he looked up from his phone as he heard you enter the room, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you walk to his closet. biting his pierced lip, he watched you slip out of your dress into one of his hoodies, admiring your almost bare form from behind. he opened his arms for you as soon as you turned around "come here, baby"

with a shy smile, you quickly rushed over to the bed, falling into his bare chest, snuggling close against him. he hummed out in approveness, wrapping his arms around your body as he closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. "you know that i love you, right?" he hummed, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. you nodded against his chest, blushing as you answered "and i love you too, so much" you pecked his bare chest under your face, hearing him hum out in pleasure as response. 

you lifted your head from his chest, looking up into his eyes to find him already looking at you. "you're so precious" he gently grabbed your chin, pulling you up to him to press his lips on yours. you sighed out at the familiar feeling, melting into his touch in seconds. you wrapped your hands around his neck, his hand leaving your jaw to make its way around your waist to lift you into his lap, straddling his thighs.

his tongue played with yours in soft motions, taking his time with you. he let out a groan as you started grinding your hips down against his hardening dick, earning a pinch from him in your side, which made you shriek away from him "not so fast babygirl" you shuddered as he started kissing down your neck, sucking on the spots where he knew you were sensitive as his hands drove over the swell of your butt, pulling down your panties in a swift move.

you shuddered once again, as his fingers found your clit, a soft moan escaping you as he moved his finger in swift circles over it. "feels so good koo" you moaned into his ear, your head falling into his neck as he fastened his pace.

"yeah? does that feel good?" you whimpered as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them right in the right angle "yes" you moaned, gripping onto his shoulders as you moaned into his neck, letting the pleasure over come you. feeling your tummy tighten, your hips started to move on their own as you kept on grinding down against him, your clit rubbing the elastic of his sweats perfectly as his dick was resting against your thigh.

"don't move" he ordered, making you whimper as you haltend your hips, letting him do all the work. you were close to your orgasm as he pulled out his fingers, leaving you clenching around nothing as you whined out in annoyance. "you're so mean" you huffed out into his neck, earning a small spank on your left asscheek from him "mind your tongue, little girl" "sorry" you mumbled.

"that's right. now, take off my sweats and be a good girl for me, alright sweetheart?" you desperately nodded, getting off his lap and pulling down his sweats and briefs, trying not to mind the big wet stain you had left on them. you looked up at him with big eyes as you waited for the next order, already kneeling between his legs. "you know what to do baby" he smirked, letting his head fall back as he took in the sight of you playing with his dick. 

your thumb went over his slit, earning a groan from him as you spread his precum all over his length. "let me hold your hair for you, hm, princess?" he breathed out, taking your hair into his fist as you started to suck him off, choking slightly as he pushed you down completely.  - "come up here baby" he breathed out, cupping your face as he connected your lips once again, distracting you from the slight burn as you sank down on him. you moaned out his name as your clit came in contact with his pelvis, a groan escaping him at the same time "fuck, it's been so long" 

"bounce baby" he hummed into your ear, his skilled hands pulling off the hoodie from your body, your bra following right after before you slowly started to move on him. "mhm" he hummed "that's my good girl" he moaned, his hands gripping your waist to help you move up and down on him. "you look so beautiful like this" you loudly moaned at the praise, your body falling against his.

he grabbed your waist tightly before he stared to thrust up into you, abusing your gspot perfectly. "right there kook" you moaned, tightly gripping on his shoulders as you trembled in his arms. "you feel so good princess" he moaned, feeling you clench around him. 

"i'm gonna cum jungkook!" you cried, biting into his neck as you felt yourself this close to the edge. "cum for me baby" he demanded, holding you tightly in his grip as you shook in his arms while cumming undone. 

he followed right after with a loud groan, his cum dripping down your folds onto him, creating a mess. "you did so good princess" he praised once more, as you panted into his neck, still in after shock from your orgasm. 

with a groan, he carefully pulled out of you, a whine escaping you as you felt his juice dripping out of you down to the back of your thighs. tears suddenly started to repeatedly fall down your cheeks, your hands coming up to your face to hide your sobbing mess from the after shock.

"hey" jungkook softly spoke, taking your hands off your face to place his hands on your cheeks, wiping your tears away before pressing a comforting kiss on your forehead, cradling you in his arms, cooing "it's okay baby. you're safe, it's all over now" he softly caressed your back, helping you calm down after a few minutes "you did so good, baby. my good little girl" you timidly nodded into his chest, taking a few deep breaths before your sobs stopped and turned into little sniffles.

he reached over to the nightstand, taking a cool bottle of water and opening it for you. "drink baby" you did as he said, taking a few sips with his help before falling back against him again. as soon as he was sure you were okay, jungkook reached over, taking his to the ground fallen shirt and started to leave his place to go back between your legs, making you whine loudly at the loss of contact "shh, i'm here" he caressed your thigh, giving you some sort of comfort "just close your eyes for me, okay?" you nodded in response, sighing as you closed your eyes and let him clean you up. 

"do you want to take a bath?" he softly asked, throwing the shirt somewhere in the room before he pulled you in his embrace once again, pecking your face anywhere he could. "yes please" you whispered, not trusting your voice at the moment. "alright" he smiled "let's go then" he was quick in standing up from the bed, picking you up bridal style as if it was nothing and walking to the bathroom where he softly placed you on the counter.

with pure love in your eyes, you watched as he let the bathtub fill with water, turning back to you with a soft smile on his face as he stood in between your legs. softly hugging your waist as he stared in your eyes with nothing but adoration in his. "you look so beautiful like this" he whispered, caressing your cheek as he took in your swollen lips, flushed cheeks and slightly teary eyes.

you blushed, adverting your eyes from his, earning a deep chuckle from him before leaning down and pressing his lips on yours, creating a chastful kiss. you softly moaned into his mouth as the kiss got a bit steamier, but before anything more could happen he pulled away with a smirk "the bath is waiting baby" 

you bit your lip, looking away blushing as he stopped the water flow, taking you off the counter and walking with you to the drawer where the bathbombs where, which he only had bought for when you'd come over. "pick one" he smiled, watching you look over all the different coloured and formed bombs. "this one" you pointed at a peach formed one, looking back up at him. "go on, take it" he chuckled, waiting for you to take it before he closed the drawer again and walked with you to the bathtub.

after he had carefully sat you down in the bathtub, he moved in right behind you, pulling you flush against his body as you relaxed into him and the warm water. you watched as the bathbomb exploaeded in the water and coloread it in a peachy color, a fruity scent taking over the air. 

"do you feel okay?" he softly asked, caressing your lower body as you hummed out in response, nodding. "what do you want to afterwards?" his chest vibrated under you, a comforting feeling spreading in your body. "cuddle" you whispered out with a smile, a soft laugh escaping his mouth after that. "only cuddle?" "mhm, could we maybe watch a movie too?" he nodded against your head, pressing. a soft kiss to your neck as he spoke "of course. we can do anything you want to" 

after half an hour of softly talking and laying in the bathtub, you were close to falling asleep which jungkook noticed. "let's get back to bed, okay?" you yawned with a nod, sitting up so he could get out of the bathtub. you rubbed your eyes as he wrapped a towel around his body, leaning down to kiss your forehead "i'll be right back baby, i'll just change the sheets real quick" you just nodded, too tired to respond anything else, you rested your head against the bathtub, closing your eyes as you waited for him to come back. 

"okay baby, come here" you lifted you head at his voice, seeing him bending down infront of you with a fluffy towel in his hands, dressed in a hoodie and some sweatpants, his hair messily hanging around his face. you carefully got out of the tub and fell right into his hands, the towel wrapped around you in seconds.

you sighed out as you appreciated the warm feeling of the towel on your wet body. he pecked your forehead once more as he walked you to the bedroom back again, changing you into some of his boxers and one of his hoodies. "can i put on some fuzzy socks too?" you asked, making his heart warm "of course" he smiled, walking to his closet before turning back with some fuzzy socks in his hands. 

"are you comfortable?" he asked as soon as you were laying in bed, snuggled up against him with a happy smile. "yes. thank you koo" you answered, smiling up at him and puckering your lips for him. he giggled, leaning down and pecking your lips three times in a row. "so, what movie to you want to watch?" 

after the movie ended, you were already dozing off in his arms, too exhausted from everything. he seemed to think that you were already asleep as you heard him shuffle around, turning off the tv and the lights following right after. "sleep tight, princess" you forced back a smile, not moving as he pecked your cheek, your heart almost falling out of your body as he spoke the next words "i love you"

10:29 pm

[10:29pm] | jeon jungkook

PLAY NOTHINGS GONNA HURT YOU BABY BY CAS

genre: established!relationship, smut, mirror sex, love, reader kinda has low self esteem, jungkook wants her to see herself how he sees her, slight angst?

wordcount: 1.6k

✩!!note: requests for drabbles are open!!✩

"come here baby" you looked up from your phone as you heard the soft voice of your boyfriend speak. he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking through the mirror opposite of the bed in your eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him with a questionable look, but not hesitating to do what he said. he gently pulled you in between his thighs, your back pressed into his front as you looked at him through the mirror into his eyes, clearly confused.

 "koo, why are-" "shh shh, just look at yourself baby" he shushed, gently gripping your jaw as he held you in place, stopping you from turning around "look how beautiful you are" he pressed a soft kiss against your temple, caressing your arms up and down. you blushed, wanting to lower your head in disagreement with his words, but he was fast in stopping you from doing so. "none of that, i want you to see yourself how i see you" 

he held eye contact with you as his hands trailed more downwards your body, making you bite down your lip as he rubbed his hands over your bare thighs, his oversized shirt being the only thing your we're wearing beside your underwear. 

"mhm" he hummed against your neck, kissing it as his hands made their way under your- his shirt, playing with the waistband of your panties "my pretty, pretty girl" you sighed out in pleasure at his praise, loving how he praised you. "open your legs for me baby" you watched through the mirror as he slightly pulled your legs apart, not being satisfied how little you opened them.

 you looked away ashamed as you saw the already wet patch on your panties. "aww" he cooed, smirking as he let his hand cup your still clothed sex "did this already turn you on, baby?" you nodded agaisnt his shoulder, shyly looking back in his eyes, whimpering as he started to grind down his hand against your soaked panties.

 "mhm- koo" you moaned out, gripping onto his biceps and throwing your head back against his shoulder, just for him to slap you thigh "uh-uh, look back in the mirror" whining, you did as he said, staring at his tattooed hand as it played with you, his other arm securely wrapped around you underneath your shirt. you gasped as his fingers pulled away your panties, finding your clit in seconds. you moaned out as he started to circle your bud, trying your best to keep your eyes on the mirror "that's my good girl"

you leaned your head up and puckered your lips at him, a chuckle leaving his mouth before he pressed a tender kiss on your lips, not stopping his hand movements as he pushed two fingers at once into you, having you moan into his mouth "keep looking at the mirror love" he hummed, curling his fingers inside you and hitting your gspot perfectly "i want you to look at yourself when you cum" he muttered in your head, his hot breath fanning your skin. 

you instinctively grinded back against him, his hard dick pressed against your lower back making it hard for you not to. "don't you fucking dare" he bitterly chuckled, curling his fingers deep in you, a cry escaping you at that. you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm risen, jungkook seeming to notice too as he chuckled "already cumming baby? if i knew you'd cum that fast with the mirror we would've done this ages ago" "i'm close" you whimpered, nails digging into his arm as you squeezed your eyes shut. "cum baby, but do not close your eyes, i warn you" he hissed, slapping your cheek to get you to open your eyes and you did . 

crying out in pleasure, you came undone over his hands, tears running down your face as you shook in his arms, your eyes shutting themselves as you felt like passing out, only to hear him chuckle at that.

slowly coming down from your high, you looked into his eyes in the mirror, still panting. "you look so pretty when you cum" he cooed, holding eye contact as he sucked his in your juices coated fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sight  "i'm not done with you, love. get on all fours"

still breathing heavily from your previous orgasm, you got up from between his thighs, turning around and smashing your lips on his in a swift move, having wanted to taste them since the beginning. with a surprised grunt he wrapped his hands around your waist, humming into your mouth as his tongue played with yours, your fingers gripping his nape. you were about to straddle his thighs when he stopped you from doing so "nuh-uh, on your hands and knees, love" he spoke against your lips with a smirk, pulling off your panties in a swift move as you got on your knees. 

with a pout, you looked in his eyes through the mirror, slowly sinking down on your knees, ignoring the slight burn of the hard ground on your knees as you watched him get down behind you, a grin on his face. 

"look at you" he cooed, playing with your pussy from behind, creating a hot mess out of you in seconds "you look so beautiful in this position baby, do you now know why i love having you like this?" you whined in response, moving your hips against his hand to get even more friction. with a deep chuckle, he pulled down his sweats and boxers, groaning slightly as his hard dick touched the swell of your ass. he pushed your shirt over your waist, letting his hands trail over your lower back as he kept eye contact with you the whole time.

 "such a pretty girl" he praised, aligning himself with your entrance where he teased you, only having pushed in the tip. "please jungkook" you whined, gripping into the carpet while trying your best not to push back. "what baby?" he grinned, trailing his hands over you buttcheeks in a a soft manner as you could feel his dick twitch inside of you. "please just fuck me already" he groaned as soon as those words left your mouth, not hesitating to push into you completely. you moaned as his tip pressed against your gspot directly. 

your arms went numb and you fell down, back arched perfectly as your face rested in your forearms, moaned into them as you felt him start to thrust into you. "feels so good koo" you mumbled into your arms, yelling as his strong arm wrapped around your hair, pulling you forcefully from the ground so you had to steady yourself on your hands. 

"say it again" he cooed, loving how fucked out your already looked "couldn't hear you love" "it feels so good koo" you spoke through muffled cries, trying your best to hold yourself as he picked up his pace, your body trembling with each thrust. he chuckled at your pathetic cries,  letting go of your hair just to wrap his tattooed hand around your throat, pulling you up so you were pushed flush against his body, his other hand securely wrapped around your middle as he played with your clit, making you see stars as you moaned out his name.

 "mhm" he hummed, sucking on your jaw as he groped your breast "do you like watching how i fuck you, love? should we do this more often?" he spoke through gritted teeth, feeling his own orgasm risen. you helllessly nodded in response, obviously aroused by the sight in front of you; his strong tattooed arms around you, him and you both being still half dressed seemed to add to the fantasy even more as you cried out, close to your orgasm. 

"my good, good girl" he groaned, his grip on you tightening as he picked up the pace of both his hips and his fingers on your clit, your thighs shaking as he absued your bud like crazy. "ah! i'm s-so close koo!" you cried, seeming to go slack in his arms but you didn't mind, fully trusting his hold on you. "mhm" he groaned out, twitching inside you as your walls clenched around him "look me in the eyes when you cum baby" with a blurry eyesight, you tried your best to keep your eyes on his as your orgasm hit you, your legs shinking around him as you cried out, not being able to resist the urge of closing your eyes as you sunk against him.

 "theeere you go, that's my pretty girl" he praised with a grunt, holding onto you as he came seconds after with a loud moan, his cum dripping down your thighs as he stilled inside you, both of you panting  as you tried to calm down from your high. 

"are you alright" he breathlessly chuckled, caressing your moisten cheek as you were leaning against this shoulder, eyes closed and breathing heavily. you nodded, tiredly smiling at him as you puckered your lips once again, a giggle leaving his mouth beofre he leaned down, creating a gently kiss as he slowly pulled out of you.

"did you like it?" he softly asked, caressing your back up and down as you were laying on his chest, half asleep. "i did" you smiled, tracing the tattoos on his arm as you were close to falling asleep "sleep tight baby" the last thing you felt was a soft kiss being pressed on your forehead.

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©kookssin 2023

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Bottega model

hi !! first i wanted to say thank you so much for writing for black readers this means a lot to me 🫶🏽 i also have a request , could you write something about sitting next to namjoon at the fashion week and being endeared by him because of how sweet he’s acting and how fine he is 😭 just them flirting and then kissing maybe ? thank you for taking your time reading this <33

hello beautiful!

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 — 𝐊𝐍𝐉

pair: idol!Namjoon x model!reader

synopsis: flirting and talking to Namjoon was more interesting then the fashion show.

warning: reader is black coded, flirting, kissing, let me know if I missed anything !

a/n: this was rushed and is very short so I’m sorry !

BTS RM’s Smooth Interaction With model YN LN At The “Bottega Veneta” Show Goes Viral

Your night honestly got better while talking to Namjoon. Such an attractive man manage to make you smile. “I wish you were on the runway, so I could admire you more.” He whispered to you as the models began to walk down the runway. “But you can get the close up version right here.” Tilting your head with a playful smile on your face you watched as Namjoon eyes flicker with a sudden darkness in his eyes— if you could guess probably lust. The flirting was getting to the both of y’all and honestly y’all could care less who was capturing such an intense moment for their article for people worldwide to read.

You definitely have to thank your manager for letting you take a day off and coming up with an agreement to just attend the fashion show. Sitting next to Namjoon was a great decision, the way you quickly picked up a conversation with him and only focused on each other felt nice. “You’re right, I’m lucky enough to get the more meet such a beautiful model up close, maybe I’m pushing my luck even further but I’ll like to hang out with you after the show ends?” Namjoon waited for any response from you, the confidence that he showed you was masking his nervous state of rejection. “Or maybe you don’t—” “I’d love to Namjoon.” You smiled calming his anxiety down.

“Ok pretty boy, we are going to be late for our reservation.” You giggled as you wiped of your smudged lipgloss of his now swollen lips. Namjoon checked his phone, the bright light only being the brightness in the dark corner you both scurried off to outside. “It’s 10:05, we got time pretty.” The nickname made you weak in the knees, the moan you let out as he kissed you again passionately. His hands roaming your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting him to be close as possible.

“What about..your manager, isn’t he waiting for you by the car.” You breath out in between kisses. “He can wait, you’re more important right now.” Kissing down your neck you bit your bottom lip to contain any sound as a few more guest walked out the building.

yea..you definitely have to thank your manager later on.

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Ego session

ego season; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 6.3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother's best friend, college!au

warnings: jungkook's a lil flirt <3, unprotected sex, shower sex, doggy, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), creampie 🤭, cum play/swallowing, they like almost get caught 🫣, sum head in the locker room, disgusting kisses, CHANYEOL CAMEO!!!, nipple play, spanks, a teeny tiny mark, cursing, dirty talk, praise, spit

summary: pov: you make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.

a/n: hi hi besties enjoy i love u m going sleepies now <3

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You like the illicit.

Which is why you’re in the shower with Jeon Jungkook.

The guy who is your brother’s best friend.

Starting college and being away from your overbearing parents has its perks – the freedom it has given you has swayed you straight into Jungkook’s arms.

Turns out that despite the beginning of your little secret feeling quite mutinous and thrilling, it soon became apparent that maintaining it hidden from your brother Taehyung is substantially ridiculous when you share an apartment with said brother.

It gets even more ridiculous when you consider that they see each other every day because they play for the same hockey team.

You admit, choosing Jungkook as a fuck buddy was an inconvenient choice in which you had not considered the intricate aspects that would make sneaking around hardly possible.

But

The two of you are undeniably compatible in bed.

Luckily, you found out a few months ago at a frat party when you both were completely wasted and out of your minds.

After that night, there was no going back.

Being in college can be overwhelming at first. Lots of choices and opportunities. But it’s a vast contrast from your previous life, and you’ve fully committed to this lifestyle.

All your life you’ve longed to be in charge if your own decisions. Now that you're in college, living in a swanky apartment near campus, you have a little more freedom.

When there are no parents around to keep an eye on you, you can – almost – do whatever you want.

College is fun.

And taking a shower with Jeon Jungkook is fun too.

You giggle when Jungkook snatches your shampoo bottle from you before you can reach for it.

“Lemme do it.” He squeezes a generous amount on his open palm and rubs the fluid between his hands.

“Jungkook,” you scold. “That’s way too much.” You ogle the ample amount of shampoo coating his hands. Your lips drag into a pout as you watch Jungkook’s excessively besmeared palms extend to your hair. But it promptly fades when he begins to massage your scalp.

“But I like how it feels. Gets really foamy and bubbly.” He has a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he watches the solution grow into a rich foam of frothy bubbles on your head.

“Using too much can dry out your hair,” you mumble. Concentrating is a little difficult with Jungkook’s way too experienced fingers working on your scalp. “It can remove the moisture.”

“Oh, really?” His eyebrow twitches for the briefest second, that’s how you know Jungkook is actually listening to you because judging by his expression, he’s trapped in his own thought bubble.

It’s actually something you adore about Jungkook – whenever he is occupied doing something, whatever it is, he’ll put so much care into it and work diligently. Sweet – admirable, actually. It’s a characteristic you want to achieve as well, but you’d have to tweak on your impatience at first.

“Really,” you confirm.

“And I thought you were just saying that because your shampoo is expensive.” He teases you with a bob of his covered finger on your nose.

“That too.”

You reach behind Jungkook to grab your brother’s weird three in one shampoo. You squirt some on your hand and put it back. On your tippy toes you start to shampoo his hair as well.

He has his mouth twisted in a cocky smirk when he says, “The way you opened the door for me earlier seemed a little...” Jungkook cocks his head and ponders for a fitting word.

When he doesn’t come up with one you suggest, “Desperate?”

“Hmm.” Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he’s in thoughts. “I wanted so say rushed, but sure. Desperate will do.”

Your eyes roll in playfulness. “You were dripping with sweat, Jungkook. Didn’t want any of it dirtying my apartment floor,” you reason.

You texted Jungkook a good morning message and good luck on today’s game. He instantly replied with a thank you and told you that he had just finished his morning jog through the campus park. And maybe you offered him to stop by at your place because conveniently you also wanted to take a shower... (You hate morning showers). Taehyung had left a couple minutes prior to visit the gym.

“That’s the only reason?” A challenging twinkle flashes across his eyes.

The tip of your tongue touches your upper lip as you try to hide your smile. “Wouldn’t know why else.”

Jungkook nods. He grabs the shower head and tips your head back by grabbing your cheek. Carefully, he washes the shampoo out of your hair.

Jungkook is cautious not to accidentally splash water on your face and gently runs his fingers through your wet hair to remove the excess shampoo. You taught him well.

When he’s done, he offers you the shower head and it’s your turn.

Standing on your toes while trying to wash the shampoo out of his hair is always a little battle.

Usually, Jungkook comes to meet you by lowering himself, but at the moment his mind wanders elsewhere.

You first feel his hand on the curve of your waist. It’s a soft grasp. A gentle squeeze of your flesh that transiently side-tracks you from your task.

“Jungkook.” You try to pull him out of his little bubbles he’s trapped in. There’s a thickness to your voice, undoubtedly from his wandering hand on your body.

“Mmmh?’ He doesn’t look you in the eyes. Solely fixed on your body as his fingers mould against the supple form of your tit. You’ve always reckoned him to be a tits man, but he denies it and says he loves your ass equally as much. Liar.

“Bend down a little so I can rinse off the shampoo,” you request. His lashes flutter as he averts his eyes to you. A tiny crease appears between his brows like he has actually forgotten where he is and what you two have been doing. “Believe me, you really don’t want remnants of shampoo lingering in your hair.” You cock your head, fruitlessly waiting for a reaction from his head empty and hands full with tits haze.

Suddenly, Jungkook does bend forward. But not in favour of you, but to satisfy his own selfish desire to suck on your boob.

“Oh!” you squeal, pressing the shower head against his back. “Jungkook,” you chide, but your voice turns into a soft whine at the end.

“Hmm?” His hum together with your nub between his lips twists something in your tummy. His tongue begins to swirl around it, and you have to force your eyes to stay open. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers digging into your skin.

A small gasp escapes your throat.

With a lewd pop he releases your nipple. A lopsided smirk appears on his face, conjuring the little dimple on his cheek.

Jungkook’s dimple. So banal but so endearing. It’s a pretty contribution to the soft contours of Jungkook’s features – except for the sharp outline of his jaw. That adds to his image of the college jock. You like to tease him with that name, and he loathes it, but the sex afterwards is always so good.

You feel his other hand sneak down, grabbing a handful of your ass. He closes the distance between you again, pressing languid kisses along your neck. Begrudgingly, your eyes fall closed.

“Is this what you wanted?” A whisper of his mellow voice coaxes your breath to stutter.

“Yeah.” It’s merely a murmur. The tender nudges against your skin with his mouth unfold spellbound clouds in your mind, looming over your rational thoughts. “But the...” The shampoo you want to remind him, but he starts to suck on your skin and no more comprehensible thoughts form in your head.

You raise the shower head to Jungkook’s hair and wash off the remaining bits of shampoo. You make sure not to let the water run down his face.

“But what?” he asks, planting a soft peck on the flesh below your collar bone where his teeth have just sunk in. You’re not trying to act like a brat – you just care for his hair.

“Nothing,” you utter between pouting lips. “But no marks,” you alert.

“Just a tiny one.” Jungkook kisses the spot again. “No one will see,” he persuades.

Presuming you won’t wear clothes with a deep cleavage. Jungkook just made sure you won’t.

You put the shower head back on its place on the wall beside you. You struggle to secure it in the holder when you feel Jungkook’s hand move from your ass to your tummy.

Usually, you’d coax him into allowing you to put conditioner in his hair, but you can only concentrate on his hand slowly trailing down your belly button. When he cups your pussy, your hands clasp his shoulders.

A tantalising grin pulls the corner of his lips up. “You want this?”

You nod, your teeth capturing your bottom lip.

“Use your big girl words.” Jungkook runs his pad over your folds, eliciting a shudder from you. “Talk to me.”

“Want you,” you plead. Your eyebrows knit the further Jungkook dips his middle finger in. “Been wanting this for so long.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Last night wasn’t enough?”

The mention of last night shoots arousal and need straight to your core. An exchange of innocent text messages led to a phone call containing dirty words and hushed moans.

“No.” You shake your head. “I need you feel you.”

A chuckle bubbles in his throat. “That’s my girl.”

He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand wanders down to Jungkook’s tatted arm, squeezing his biceps when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen bud. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.

“Always so needy.” He draws his hand back. A petulant whine from you echoes in the bathroom.

“Shh,” Jungkook hushes you. Glimmers of tease spark in his eyes. “Bend over for me, love.”

With a puff, you turn around, bend forward and catch yourself on the tiled wall. It’s cold on your palms, but you’ll endure this if it means that Jungkook will make you cum.

He hisses behind you. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. You earn a smack on your cheek, the pain leaving your walls clenching around nothing.

You turn your head, catching him just as he aims a trickle of spit at your pussy. He rubs it over your folds. His inked fingers vanish between your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as his index finger slowly enters you. He reaches deep, curling his finger to graze your spot. “More.” He’s teasing you, rubbing over your sensitive area in slow strokes.

“What do we say?” he taunts, specks of mock painting his voice.

“Please,” you reply. “I need more, please.” You’re putty in his hands. The desire to be touched bigger than your general wayward behaviour.

“Good girl.” Jungkook adds another finger. It’s just two, but you feel so full. So good.

While his fingers pick up on the speed, you feel Jungkook’s kisses on your ass. He has you rolling your eyes at the way his pads curl against your sweet spot, the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening.

Jungkook bites down on your flesh, drawing a squeal out of you. Your head twists to him again. He’s on his knees, his cheek resting against the curve of your ass as he captivatingly watches his fingers move in and out of you. A faint smirk hangs on his lips.

He meets your half-lidded eyes. His smirk deepens. “Can take a third one?”

You know you can – he knows it too – but you’d rather have his cock inside you.

“I wan’ you.” It’s a sulky request, but Jungkook’s eyes soften.

“You think you’re ready for me?” He pushes his fingers deep, remaining there for a while. Your knees buckle.

“Yes,” you pant. “I’m always ready for you.”

Jungkook hums. Your eyes focus back on the white tiles, expecting Jungkook to move behind you to bury himself inside you. With a pounding heart you wait. A gasp springs from your chest when

Jungkook’s tongue is on your pussy. He retreats his fingers from your quivering hole, using both his palms to spread your cheeks open. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you.

“Taste so good.” Jungkook muffles indistinctly between licks on your wetness.

The sloppy sounds of his tongue lapping on your pussy fill your ears. Your throat constricts, the pleasure sends you spiralling, not permitting you make another noise.

One hand smooths over your back. You arch your back for him and Jungkook voices an approving hum against your core. Tingles sprawl everywhere, eyes falling shut as Jungkook swirls his tongue over your clit. He sucks on your tiny nub, and your thighs shake in response.

His thumb gathers your juice mixed with his spit and begins to circle your other hole.

“Jungkook,” you mewl. Your voice is small, barely having the vigour to drown out the noise of running water and Jungkook’s wicked mouth.

“Mhmm? What is it, princess?” His playful baritone timbre rumbles through your body, sparking the tight knot in your belly. The pad of his thumb continues to sweep over it, jolts of arousal teeter in your veins. He pecks your ass. “Want more?”

“Yes – please,” you answer hurriedly, voice laced with an equal amount of desperation and lust. It’s still early in the morning but Jungkook has you begging for his cock with no effort.

Jungkook straightens up to his full height. He squeezes your waist, his other hand pumping his thick cock. He rubs the glistening precum on his tip over his length. His eyes are glued to your inviting pussy, the urge to fill you to the brim fogs his mind, but he controls himself. He’ll get you used to his size before fucking you silly. The filthy thought of having you cum around his dick lures a restrained groan out of him.

Last night, when he heard your hushed whines and little whispers of his name, Jungkook was thirsting to come over and have his way with you. It had him lusting over you even after the phone call ended.

Jungkook taps his tip against your aching pussy. The wet sounds it elicits makes his front teeth dig into his lower lip. So wet. Just for him.

His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply, zealously anticipating the feeling of his cock sheathed deep inside you. Jungkook pushes his cock inside you. A mutual moan reverberates in the bathroom.

“Fuck.” Your eyes are tightly closed.

“It’s just the tip,” Jungkook mutters, fingers trailing up your spine.

“So big,” you babble.

“You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?”

The pet name makes your heart flutter. “I can take it,” you promise.

Gradually, Jungkook eases his cock inside you. He’s so deep. Your head hangs low. You’re so full.

There’s an inkling of burning pain from Jungkook’s size, but he allows you to adjust to him. His fingers tugging at your nipple steals your attention. A whine flies past your lips at his ministrations on your pebbled nipple.

“You can move,” you tell him once the pain dulls.

A delicate kiss is pressed on your shoulder blade before Jungkook draws back. His hands are firmly anchored in your hips. Jungkook pulls back until only the head of his cock is left between your walls. In a fluid motion, he bottoms out.

“Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions.

You’re a mess beneath him. A moan of his name flees your throat. He smacks your ass and the sting rattles through you, tiny sparks fuelling the fire inside you.

“Faster,” you utter between pants. “Faster, Jungkook.” He picks up on his speed, hitting the sweet spot inside you in hastier succession. “Please don’t stop.” You sneak a hand between your legs. You press your index finger to your clit, stroking in swift circles.

Jungkook gathers your hair in one hand, twisting it around his fist. Your head lifts, back arching.

“You’re gonna cum for me?”

You’re barely able to register Jungkook’s question. Your high is inbound, threatening to spill over. “Y-yes.” It’s a broken cry, Jungkook’s rapid lunges of his hips make it practically impossible to talk.

“Please make me cum.”

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” Mock sympathy laces his voice. His makeshift ponytail tugs you back. Your hands are merely touching the wall for support, but Jungkook has a secure hold on you.

You reply with an impatient whine.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Jungkook muses. His grip on your waist tenses, delivering a particularly hard thrust. You curse at the way his cock kisses the deepest part inside you. “I think you deserve to cum.”

Oh God.

His hand with your hair bundled in his palm pulls you back to him. You reluctantly let your hands slip from the tiled wall.

“I’ve got you,” Jungkook assures. He snakes both his arms around you, keeping you safe. He gently nudges your hand between your thighs. You comply, allowing Jungkook to replace your fingers. “I’m gonna make you cum.” His voice promises into your ear. A shiver crawls up your spine. His possessive ass likes to receive credit for everything.

Jungkook’s middle finger rubs over your clit in circular motions. Your head tips back, completely engulfed in Jungkook’s enchanting touches on your body.

“So close.” Your head falls back against his shoulder. Your sweet moans fill his ear.

“Pretty girl.” Jungkook’s nose nuzzles your cheek. “Cum for me.” His other hand rests against your lower tummy. His palm puts pressure on that spot. Your eyes roll in utter euphoria.

When the taut coil snaps inside you, a fuzzy feeling rushes through your entire body. It makes your body tingle with bliss. The feeling is overwhelming your senses, your eyes can’t stay focused. You moan weakly, legs shaking.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises. His words send warms chills on your skin.

His finger on your clit slows down. Jungkook lets you ride out your high, his thrusts deep and lazy.

When you peek a glance at him, you see him with brows knitted in pleasure. His dark hair is wet, long hair a mess on his head that you can’t wait to comb later. Jungkook’s sturdy body glistens with water and sweat, his shredded chest momentarily steals your attention until your eyes get distracted by the shimmering tattoos adorning his entire right arm, from hand to shoulder.

His colourful tattoos complete the look and add something irresistible to him, ridiculously charming – an impeccable portrayal of a ravishing man you should keep your distance from, but what can you say, your connection is like a magnet pulling you to him. You had kept your distance from him – even back when you two were still in high school and he was a grade above you – but once a taste of what it’s like to be with Jungkook and you became, mutually, addicted.

And as long as your brother doesn’t get a whiff of it – everything's fine.

“Wanna cum inside,” Jungkook breathes. His hand grips your ass tightly. “Can I cum inside?”

You rarely allow him to cum inside, but the way a desperate, whiny pitch accompanied by little puffs and moans colour his voice lets you decide otherwise.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Cum inside me, fill me up, Jungkook.”

“Oh, fuck.” His fingers sink into your waist. Jungkook fucks you relentlessly. “Gonna fill your pussy.”

With a guttural moan he pounds deep inside you, painting your walls white. Sloppy thrusts follow as he spills everything inside you, breathless noises hanging in the air.

Jungkook’s gingerly pulls his cock out, lightly tapping it against your pussy coated in your mixed juices.

“Bend over.”

Your hands are flat against the wall again, arching your back for Jungkook.

“Shit.” His palms smooth over the expanse of your ass. “Your tiny pussy looks so good filled up with my cum.”

You giggle. You feel his digits gently trace over your folds. He dips his finger in your cum filled hole.

“Up,” he instructs.

When you stand in front of him again, he holds his finger coated with his cum in front of your face.

On instinct, you open your mouth for him.

You close your lips around the pad of his tatted finger. Your tongue swirls around it, the taste of his cum spreading in your mouth.

Jungkook wears a fond smile on his face. He removes his finger when you swallow. “Good girl.”

Suddenly, someone yells your name from outside the bathroom.

You shriek.

“Relax, it’s just me.” Taehyung.

What the hell is he doing here so early?

You take a step back from Jungkook. “What do you want?” you yell.

“I think I left my AirPods here.”

Your eyebrows draw together in annoyance. “You came all the way back for that?”

Taehyung ignores your accusatory tone. “Can I come in? They gotta be here.”

You send a worried glance at Jungkook. But he just nods, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze.

The shower curtain is opaque. If Jungkook stays silent he won’t notice anything.

Jungkook pushes the shower curtain aside, pointing at the pile of clothes. Your pyjamas mixed with his jogging attire. Shit.

“Hold on a second,” you tell Taehyung, trying not to sound too panicked.

“I won’t look, _ _ _.” Taehyung’s voice drips in impatience.

“Just wait.”

You hurry to bend down, careful not to slip, and pick up Jungkook’s clothes from the floor. Jungkook hands linger on your hips to keep you safe. As you draw back, he pulls back the shower curtain and covers you both in the tiny shower.

“You can come in now.”

You hear him push down the doorknob. The door creaks a little as Taehyung enters the bathroom.

“It’s like a fucking sauna in here,” Taehyung comments.

The water is steaming hot – your choice, not Jungkook’s.

Your heart runs lapses in your chest. Your hand reaches for Jungkook’s arm, tightly holding onto him.

“Don’t forget that mum and dad are coming over this weekend.”

You mentally groan at his reminder.

Your first semester has just barely started a few months ago, but your parents can’t wait to check up on you.

“I know,” you reply.

“I think they wanna have dinner with Minho and his parents.”

Now you can’t suppress your piqued groan. Your forehead hits Jungkook’s biceps.

Taehyung chuckles. “You’re gonna pretend to be sick?”

“Mum will know.”

“Is me breaking his nose for you better?” You hear the smile on his face, but if you said yes, he’d totally do it.

You laugh. “Leave him alone. I don’t even know who he is.”

“Found them!” Taehyung calls. “Gonna leave now. Love ya!” You hear his steps leading him outside the bathroom. The door shuts close.

Jungkook and you remain silent until you’re sure that Taehyung left the apartment.

You heave a relieved sigh.

“That was close,” you mutter against his skin. Jungkook doesn’t say anything.

“So who’s Minho?” Jungkook briefly moves his arm to nudge your head.

“Just a guy who studies here as well.” You prop your chin up on his arm, looking up at him. “My parents are friends with his. They want me to meet him.”

Jungkook nods pensively. His palms slide down your back.

“Jungkook,” you warn when you feel him give your ass a squeeze.

“What? Lemme play with you a little more.”

“But it’s time for conditioner.” He grabs your hand mid-air, before you can fetch the conditioner.

He intertwines your fingers. “Just a little more.” Jungkook nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes flutter close.

Your arms loop around his shoulders. A shaky breath springs from your chest when you feel Jungkook’s fingers between your legs.

“Gonna make you feel good. I promise.”

Jungkook is insatiable and you’re willing to give him every part of you.

The perfect match.

~

Hours later, you sit in class.

The lecture is almost done. You find yourself habitually scribbling doodles on your iPad, next to your notes.

You keep thinking back on the incident this morning and how Jungkook and you could’ve gotten caught. Maybe there shouldn’t be any visits from him at your place anymore – it's way too hazardous.

You don’t want Taehyung to find out. But you also don’t want to lie to him if you continue tackle this matter imprudently.

Your phone vibrates with a new message. You tilt the screen to your view. An immediate smile unfurls as you read Jungkook’s name.

Jungkook

hey

just wanted to make sure that you’re coming to the game later?

You

i am !! i'm excited

Jungkook

i’ll make sure to win for you

You

hihi

Jungkook

watchu up to rn

You

i’m in class

i’m bored

i don’t have friends

and i'm hungry

Jungkook

poor girl

you wanna come a lil earlier to the game?

You

why?

Jungkook

just so I can see you before the game starts

You

you’ll find me in the bleachers

like you always do

Jungkook

my eyes detect the pretty real fast ;)

You

🙄

Jungkook

so you don’t wanna give me luck before the game :(

You

how early are we talking about?

i still have classes

Jungkook

i dont know

enough time to give me sum good luck

You

what kind of giving luck are we talking about

🤨

Jungkook

you know

just

a little good luck kiss

You

good luck kiss?

you're annoying

Jungkook

i miss your lips

You

you’re sure no one will be there?

Jungkook

if you come early enough

You

i’ll come

just briefly

Jungkook

see ya princess

You’re gonna skip class to give Jeon Jungkook head.

The woman you are.

~

Jungkook slips you in the empty locker room without anyone noticing.

You both have mastered the ability to sneak into places unobserved, it seems.

“Just wanna stress that I skipped a class for you.” An accusing tone resonates in your voice as you turn to him, a finger poking his chest.

A bewitching smile swirls on Jungkook’s mouth. “Well, I’m happy that when you do, on a rare occasion, it’s to spend time with me.” He catches your finger easily, wrapping his hand around your wrist smoothly. Jungkook steps closer.

You can’t deny the giddy bubbles in your tummy whenever Jungkook flirts with you. It’s a prompt reaction – almost natural.

“You want your good luck kiss now?” The way he is staring down at you makes you feel a little jittery, but you keep his intense gaze, bashing your eyelashes up at him.

He traces a line with his knuckle along your jawline. “Whatever,” he answers. “Just the time I spend with you will bring me enough luck.”

A frustrated pout adorns your face. “I skipped class for this?”

“You don’t like spending time with me?” Jungkook’s brow quirks, a small playful smile curving his lips.

“No,” you deny vehemently. “I do like it. I just thought we were gonna do a little more than that.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I think you want it even more than me.”

Heat crawls into your cheeks. “So what?” You try to hide your growing shyness. “You were the one begging me to come here.”

“That’s right.” His thumb brushes over your lower lip, just the hint of a touch. “ ’Cause you always make me feel so good, princess.”

Shivers, everywhere. Jungkook leans down. He wants to tease you, you know it, but you stand on your tip toes and close the distance. You catch his mouth in a fierce kiss, fingers going straight into his hair, dishevelling the mess of his curls.

He walks backwards, pulling you along him until his calves hit the locker room bench and he slowly sits down. With his hands gripping your waist, he tugs you onto his lap.

“How much time do we have?” you whisper against his neck when he presses kisses down your throat.

“Don’t worry about it.” His lips move to your earlobe and he sinks his teeth into your soft skin.

“Jungkook.” You wanted to sound solemn, but it falls from you like a moan when his hands squeeze your ass. “I don’t want anyone finding us like this.”

“Then lets hurry.”

You shoot him a wide-eyed glance. “Excuse me?”

Jungkook ignores you and pulls you in for another kiss.

You are used to this, though. Spending your time with Jungkook like this always meant hurried touches and second look glances at the surroundings.

Your hips grind on his lap. Jungkook curses, his forehead falling onto your chest.

“I love this place,” he murmurs, palming your boobs through your tight sweater top. You giggle.

The bulge in his pants is pressing against you. Your hand clasps around it, squeezing a little. Jungkook groans at the feeling of your hand.

“I need you on your knees. Right now,” he commands in a rasp.

With a mischievous smile you sink down to your knees. Your trapped between his thighs. Jungkook quickly gets rid of his pants and briefs, pushing them down to his knees.

Jungkook’s cock lies against his abdomen. It’s pretty and salivating, his veiny length coloured in an angry red.

He strokes his cock, his thumb swiping across his glistening tip. “Open wide for me.” You feel his hand on the base of your neck. You obey nimbly, tilting your head upwards and sticking out your tongue.

Jungkook taps his cock against your tongue. The wet sound it produces sinking straight into your core. When he pushes his dick inside your mouth, you swirl your tongue around him. A string of curses follow the warm feeling of your mouth.

His cock is heavy between your lips. It reminds you of how his sheer size stretches your pussy when he fucks you, his mushroom tip rubbing against your sensitive spot and making you roll your eyes at the intensity. Your nails leave crescent marks in Jungkook’s thighs when you take him deeper.

“Just like that.” His voice gains something sharp and piercing.

You’re breathless when you pull off. You hold his length to your mouth; a dribble of spit runs down from his tip.

Jungkook moans at the sight of you spitting on his cock. He wants to shut his eyes and let your sinful mouth overtake every sensible part of him, but he can’t draw his eyes from you – his cock between your plump lips, your sparkly eyes looking up at him, a little teary because his size is still a little too much for you. Angelic.

Jungkook wants to blow his load right then and there.

Your head bobs up and down, palm stroking the part you can’t reach. The air is filled with wet, slurping sounds alongside Jungkook’s scratchy groans. You lap at the underside of Jungkook’s cock, tongue rolling around his head when you reach it, a kitten lick at his slit to add your teasing.

His dick twitches in your grasp. “Fuck.” He gathers loose strands in his palm. His hand lingers on the back of your head with your hair in a bundle to support you.

He urges you forward and your mouth closes around him again. Jungkook pressures you to take his cock deeper and you take his length further until your nose pokes his crotch. With shimmering eyes, you blink repetitively, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“God, you look so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” Jungkook hisses, keeping you down there. You swallow and his cock twitches again, the curse that flees his chest is low and it does something to your pussy.

He pulls you off his cock, just to push you down again. You gag, eyes tightly closed as Jungkook has his way with you.

“Love to hear you gag for me.” A deep crease appears between his eyebrows. “So good at taking my cock. Gonna make me fucking cum.”

Jungkook’s muscular thighs shake beneath your palms. His hips move desirously upwards, full length sheathed in your throat.

“Gonna cum – fuck ‘m gonna cum. You’re gonna swallow like the good girl you are?”

Jungkook’s cum shoots inside you. His hand in your hair goes limp. You suck on his tip, lazily stroking his dick to pump everything out while he’s breathing heavily above you. He hisses when your gentle touches are too much from him, pulling his cock from your mouth.

“Swallowed everything?” His voice is low, a little drowsy from his high. His fingers smooth over your hair to tame the mess he has created.

“Uh-huh.” A smile is on your face. You give his spent cock a peck before you rise.

Jungkook pulls his clothes back on. You walk to your bag discarded on the floor to search for tissues.

“There’s no way we’re losing the game today,” Jungkook says, smirking.

While you somewhat clean your hands you say, “Don’t jinx it.” When you’re done, you grab your phone.

“I’m not. We’re winning this.”

You stand in front of him. “Can you hold this?” You hand him your phone with the camera app opened, the screen showing you. Your fingers fold around his wrist to get the perfect angle of your face and you start fixing the mess of mascara Jungkook was the cause of.

“You don’t believe in me?”

“No, I do.” Impishness sways in your tone.

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Princess, you should know me better than that.” He cocks his head, eyes intently watching you. “If we win, I’ll have my way with you tonight. If we don’t, you’re in charge.”

A tiny giggle escapes you at his proposal.

“Sure.”

You’re in for a ride.

~

Watching a hockey game of your brother has always been fun.

Not particularly because you are a fan of the game, but because you like to see Taehyung beam in his love and passion for it. You’ve always been a big supporter of his.

What made the games a tiny speck more enjoyable for you was his hot best friend playing with him.

You can’t keep your eyes off Jungkook. You keep searching for him, observing every move and play.

Sometimes you have to force yourself to pry your eyes away and see what your brother is doing.

It’s hard to force your attention away from Jungkook, but it’s even tougher to feign nonchalance because you attended the game with Chanyeol – a friend from class, but you two initially became friends at a frat party.

He usually tags along with you, together with your friend Naeun but she couldn’t accompany you today – too swamped with work.

“Taehyung’s really amazing.”

Chanyeol’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. Your eyes fly from Jungkook to Taehyung, your throat constricts like you’ve been caught in a criminal act.

“I know,” you say, a little awkward. “He’s always been this good.”

It’s half-time. The fifteen-minute break has just started. The bleachers are crowded, though some are leaving to use the small break.

Suddenly, the huge screens show close ups of the viewers.

The kiss cam.

The couple shown on the screen starts kissing and the entire audience cheers.

You’ve never been on the kiss cam. There are too many people in the audience anyway, the chances to appear on it are low.

Unbothered, you turn to Chanyeol.

“You’re coming to the party this Saturday?” he asks.

“My parents are coming over this weekend.” You sigh at the thought of it. “I doubt I’ll be able to go out.”

“Yikes.”

Your phone vibrates. You unlock it to find a new message from Naeun. You’re occupied with texting Naeun when Chanyeol faintly nudges his knees to yours.

“I’m sorry, I-” When you look up, you see yourself on the big screen. “Oh!” you squeal surprised.

Chanyeol laughs beside you. A rush of excitement and nervousness courses through your system.

Chanyeol’s eyebrows raise in question.

Should you? Chanyeol doesn’t have a girlfriend, you don’t have a boyfriend. There’s nothing to lose, really. Exhilaration is clouding your judgement.

Slowly, a timid smile curves your lips upwards.

You lean in closer. Chanyeol takes the hint and cups your cheek. When his lips touches yours, your tummy tingles. You share a heated kiss, your body leaning in closer as you get lost in it for a brief second.

The applaud and cheers are blocked by your ears. You only focus is Chanyeol.

The moment doesn’t last long. When you both break the kiss, you smile at each other, giggles surrounding you.

The kiss cam isn’t focused on you anymore, another couple on the screen.

“You’re a good kisser,” Chanyeol compliments teasingly.

“That was fun,” you reply, the thrill of it all making you feel light in the head.

When you cast your glance to the field, it slowly subsides.

Taehyung is looking at you with sharp look. You know your brother too well. His expression translates to are you fucking serious?

Yes, you want to answer. Lemme have fun for once.

Your eyes roll unintendedly when you avert your gaze from Taehyung. But they, somehow, instantly land on Jungkook.

Your chest flutters, even from a distance his effect on you is intense.

The look he gives you is blistering, straight into your soul.

No matter how this is will end, Jungkook is gonna have his way with you either way.

Oh, now you are definitely in for a ride.

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read pt 2 here <3

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All bite, no bark

All Bite, No Bark 🔞🔞🔞

Summary: You’ve been in a loving relationship with Jimin for the past three years. You’ve never wanted anything more than him, until lately when your heart has been swayed by Namjoon. You try to hide, but as always, Jimin knows you better.

Genre: Smut, fluff.

Tags: non-idol au, threesome (lol obviously), lap dance, thigh grinding, oral (m and f. receiving), edging, breeding kink (f.), hand kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, sub space, aftercare!!!!!!

W/C: 4237 (4.2k)

A/N: Welcome to hell babes. Hope you packed sunscreen <3

If there’s one thing you love and hate about Jimin, it’s that you can’t hide anything from him.

You see, you’re madly in love with Jimin. He’s perfect for you in terms of personality, you fit like two pieces of a puzzle, especially in the bedroom. But lately, you have to admit your gaze has been straying.

“Oh, fuck’s sake.” Namjoon curses, missing his shot again. 

The boys laugh, including Jimin, who is leaning against his pool cue. He smiles at you brightly, proud of you for winning against Namjoon. You glance at him, smiling, but you are admittedly quite distracted.

It’s not meant to be like this. It’s just a gathering of you and your boyfriend’s friends at your place. Jimin’s friends have been nothing but respectful to you since day one, and yet here you are, throwing it back in their faces.

Your eyes flicker to Namjoon’s formal attire. He’s dressed in a crisp white shirt whose sleeves are rolled up out of the way and a set of black trousers. All the boys are dressed in some variation of that, having just returned from Namjoon’s cousin’s wedding. You would’ve gone with, but you had to work late tonight so instead you invited them over for some drinks and a game of pool to make up for being unable to go. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. So why do your eyes keep flickering to the veins lining Namjoon’s arms, and the way his big, strong hands grip the edges of the pool table? 

It’s not even like it’s the first time you’ve seen the boys in suits. They wear them all the time! You can’t even recall the number of times you have tied Jimin’s tie for him, with your lover insisting he can do it himself every time. But it’s a front, Jimin always just tilts his head down with a loving smile and lets you do it. Just like now, you glance at him, smiling at you completely unaware.

It’s not like you do it on purpose, but it’s been eating away at you slowly. Every time Namjoon comes over for dinner, you see his wide shoulders trapped in a hoodie and it undoes something in your chest. Every time you hear Namjoon’s deep, reassuring voice as he and Jimin talk about their worries over a glass of wine. Every time Namjoon comes close to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he passes or brushing the small of your back to get around you. And God, don’t even begin to think about all the times Namjoon comes over, helping put together furniture in nothing but a fitted tee and skinny jeans – or all the times he and Jimin come back from the gym, both of their muscles shining with sweat.

“Babe?” Jimin whispers, and you look at him. Jimin sees the conflict in your eyes and pulls you away from the group. He cups your face with one hand, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. Even that reminds you of Namjoon, as your traitorous mind wonders what it would feel like if that were his hand instead. You try to pull away, but Jimin holds you in place. His eyes wander over your face. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

“See, I told you that angle was wrong!” Namjoon teases Seokjin, who is now agonizing over the less than ideal shot he just took. You glance at Namjoon, who catches your eye. You see his smile waver, like he can tell you’re worried. You look away from him and back to Jimin, your partner of three years, and guilt pangs your heart. You don’t know how to explain this to Jimin, how to tell him you’ve been dreaming about another man.

“I’m okay, baby.” You reassure Jimin with a fake smile, pulling back. You glance at the chip bowl, which is now almost empty. “I’ll go get some chips.” You say, more to yourself than to anyone else.

You walk over to the small kitchen in your basement, only a few metres away from the pool table. You rummage through the snack drawer, trying to decide if you should refill the same flavour or another flavour.

“Y/N, where’s the—” Namjoon’s voice starts, way too close to you.

You jump back, startled to find Namjoon right beside you. Namjoon looks surprised, but is still holding an empty can of beer in hand. Knowing what he’s asking you for, you open the fridge and pass him a new beer without looking.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, craning his head to get a better look at you. His hand reaches out for your arm and you can’t take it anymore.

“Can—” You start, louder than you mean to be. A few paces away, the others’ heads turn. You catch a glimpse of Jimin’s worried expression before you look away. You take a step backwards. “Can you not come close to me please?” You whisper.

A long moment passes, and you dare to glance up at Namjoon. It’s worse than you expected – he looks hurt. Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, putting a nervous smile on his face. “Sorry.” He says simply, then turns and walks back to the pool table. The others exchange glances, wondering what happened between the two of you, but then go back to the game.

You think you’re in the clear until later that evening, as the boys are leaving. “Namjoon, can you give me a hand with something before you go?” Jimin says, sliding an arm around your waist.

Namjoon looks confused, then nods. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, coming over.

“Want us to wait outside for you?” Hoseok offers to Namjoon.

Jimin waves Hoseok off. “It’s cold out, you guys go first. I’ll call Namjoon a cab when we’re done.”

The others nod, not questioning Jimin’s words. Namjoon himself looks confused as to what Jimin needs him for, but if he has a problem with being held back, he doesn’t show it.

“Bye Y/N!” Taehyung yells as they leave. 

“Thanks for having us!” Jungkook smiles, and you smile back nervously. The door shuts with a final, damning click.

You glance between Namjoon and Jimin, who are both looking at you now. Namjoon looks between the two of you like he’s trying to piece together what’s going on. “Did you need something, Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

You look at Jimin, who answered yes for you. There’s a strange look in Jimin’s eyes, amused but at the same time something darker. Lust. You realize.

“Y/N wanted to give you a good night kiss, but was too shy to ask in front of the others.” Jimin says, not looking away from you. You feel his hand tighten at your waist.

You look at Namjoon, who looks slightly dumbstruck. You see his cheeks fill with pink, and your own face feels like it’s on fire. 

“Babe, you can’t just say things like that!” You say, scandalized.

“Why? It’s true you want him, don’t you?” Jimin says simply, like he’s talking about the weather.

You want to cry. You grab Jimin’s hand, feeling like your whole world might crumble if you don’t hold onto him now. “No. I-I never— please, baby.” You say.

Jimin blinks, his expression softening at the fear in your expression. “It’s okay. I know this has been building for a while babe.” Jimin explains, and you feel like dirt for being caught. Jimin sees your face redden in shame, and then turns to Namjoon. “Be honest, hyung. You think Y/N’s beautiful, don’t you?”

Namjoon looks at the ground, then at you. “I do.” He mumbles.

Jimin looks back at you, unphased. “Then what’s the problem? We’re all adults here.” You’re stunned. You never thought Jimin would be okay with you having sexual thoughts about Namjoon. You and Namjoon open your mouths in unison, but Jimin cuts you off. “I have one condition though.”

You try to speak again, but Namjoon cuts you off this time. “Anything.” He says, and you look at him, bewildered. The Namjoon you find looking back at you is now nothing like the Namjoon you know. There’s a hunger in his eyes, and you see his tongue protrude against his cheek as he looks you up and down. 

Jimin uses his index finger to guide your chin towards him. “I'll decide when she comes.” You feel like the wind has been knocked out of your lungs, unable to utter a single word. Jimin smirks. “Aren’t you going to invite our guest upstairs, my love?”

“Yes, sir.” You whisper, and Jimin kisses your forehead in reward.

You reach out and take Namjoon’s hand in yours. Namjoon looks down at your joined hands for a moment, then back at you. For just a split second, you see a flicker of the sweet man you know. But it’s gone as fast as it came.

You lead Namjoon upstairs, and Jimin follows. 

You let go of Namjoon’s hand when you enter the bedroom, coming over to sit on the king sized bed. You sit on the edge, hands folded in your lap obediently. 

“Colours?” Jimin prompts, loosening his tie. Beside him, Namjoon sets his Rolex on the nightstand.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You breathe.

Jimin comes over to you, towering over you. He cups your face and tilts your head up. He kisses you slowly and with passion, until you’re whining for more. 

Jimin chuckles, breaking the kiss. Beside the two of you, Namjoon is licking his lips. You look at him, and Namjoon reaches out, patting your head. It feels oddly loving despite this being the only time he’s ever touched you romantically. “She’s cute isn’t she?” Jimin brags, and Namjoon chuckles darkly. 

“So cute.” Namjoon agrees. Then, he glances at Jimin. “What can I do?”

“For now, you can kiss her.” Jimin shrugs, walking over to the armchair beside the bed. “I’ll call the shots.”

Namjoon leans down, kissing you deeply. Unlike Jimin, Namjoon is impatient. He wants you badly, you can tell by the way he licks into your mouth and gives you no room to fight for control. He’s got you where he knows you want to be.

“Y/N. Come here.” Jimin orders. You break out of the kiss, feeling dizzy. Namjoon grins down at you, almost boyishly, and it drives you mad.

You stand up and walk over to your lover. The two of you watch you play with your hands nervously and press your thighs together. Jimin reaches out and runs his nails up and down your side, then down your thigh and back up again, like he’s in no particular rush. That, combined with the thoughtful tapping of his foot sends goosebumps down your skin. “What would you like me to do, sir?” You ask after a few moments of silence. 

Jimin tugs you closer by the hip. “I think I want a lap dance tonight.” He says quietly, but you know it’s not a request. The dim rays cast by the bedside table magnify the shadows on Jimin’s face, and even in half-darkness, you know your lover well. He doesn’t mind Namjoon touching you, but the glint in his eyes tells you he won’t let either of you forget that you’re his first and foremost.

You strip down out of your clothes, into just your underwear. You’re not wearing anything sexy, but Jimin doesn’t care. He just smirks to himself as you lean over him, your hair falling down in his face. One hand comes to undo his belt, and the other reaches back—

Smack. The sound echoes in the room. Your thighs clench together.

“That’s for trying to hide from me.” Jimin says. He delivers another slap to the other cheek. You let out a small whine. “And that’s for thinking I’d get mad at you.”

You straddle Jimin’s lap, and his hands come to grip your hips. You roll your hips a few times, biting back a smile at the feeling of Jimin’s half-hard member. 

“Show him.” Jimin orders, and you stand up. You make eye contact with Namjoon, then roll your hips back against Jimin’s lap. As you do that, Jimin unfastens your bra with one hand. You let him take it off you and tilt your head back against his shoulder. You can feel yourself getting wetter under their gaze, and grind down against Jimin.

Jimin smacks your clothed vagina. You whimper, but Jimin won’t have any of it. 

“Help Namjoon out of those trousers.” Jimin orders, pushing you off his lap. 

Namjoon spreads his legs, seated comfortably at the edge of the bed. You come over to him, and clench your thighs at the sight of him – wide shoulders, veiny arms, thick thighs. Oh, how you’d love to serve him. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Namjoon asks, reaching up to play with your breasts. He leans in, sucking at one nipple and playing with the other with his free hand. You moan, then gasp when he bites your nipple.

“Stay focused.” Namjoon orders, and lets go of your chest. 

You pout, but reach down and help Namjoon take his cock out of his trousers. It’s hard already and larger than you expected. You turn back to Jimin, a desperate look in your eyes. Jimin chuckles. “You’re basically salivating, baby.” You pout and Jimin looks amused. “Suck him off like a good girl.”

You get down on your knees, closing your eyes as you taste Namjoon’s member. You feel his hand twist in your hair, pulling you in closer. It’s hard to get to the base, but neither of them say anything, knowing you’re desperate to be good right now.

After a few moments, Namjoon pulls you off him. He looks at your messy appearance, and wipes the drool off your bottom lip. “Doing okay, sweetheart?” Namjoon checks, and you nod, that familiar fuzzy feeling beginning to creep in again.

You glance back at Jimin, who is now stroking himself. “Jimin.” You say in a hoarse voice.

Jimin pauses, then leans forward, eyebrows knitting together. “What’s the colour, baby?” he asks.

“Green.” You answer, but then pause. “Can I have a kiss please?” 

Namjoon and Jimin chuckle at the same time, but exchange relieved looks when you’re not looking. Jimin pulls you into his lap so that you’re facing Namjoon. “Is it getting too hard to hold in your orgasm? You can always ask us to slow down or stop.” Jimin promises, peppering kisses down your neck. 

You shake your head. “Wanna be good.” You say. Jimin cups your cheek and brings you in for a deep kiss.

“Always good. So good.” He reassures you. “Isn’t that right, Namjoon?”

“That’s right.” Namjoon chimes in immediately, touching himself. His eyebrows furrow at the blissed out look on your face as Jimin runs his hands up and down your torso, playing with your nipples. “Such a good girl for us.”

You whimper as Jimin’s hands stroke the insides of your thighs, ever-so-close to your throbbing centre. You want him to take you, want him to show Namjoon how you belong to him. The thought of it alone has you wriggling in Jimin’s lap for more. “Sir.” You say.

Jimin kisses behind your ear. He knows what you’re asking for. “Be patient. You’ll get to come when I say so.” Jimin rubs your clit over your panties teasingly, the touch so light you should barely be able to feel it but instead it makes your whole body jolt. “Now go lay on Namjoon’s lap, facing me.”

You get off Jimin’s lap and walk over to Namjoon, who is now sitting in the bed. You lay yourself over his lap, thighs against his thighs and your belly against the duvet. You turn your head towards Jimin, and he gives you a smile. 

“Why don’t you tell Namjoon what you like about him?” Jimin prompts. You whine.

“Sir!” 

Jimin doesn’t care for your complaints, not truly unless you change colours. And as much as Jimin knows you, Jimin knows your body just as well. If he thought you couldn’t take it, he wouldn’t make you do it.

You lick your lips, still looking at Jimin. At the same time, Namjoon’s hands gently stroke your ass. “I-I like his wide shoulders.”

Namjoon peels back your panties, and you raise your ass to let him take them off you.

Jimin looks like he wants to take a picture of your blushing face and frame it. “Mm-hmm. And what else?”

“I-I like his strong thighs. Like, they’re strong but look kind of squishy too.” You mumble. Namjoon chuckles above you. You feel him reach between your legs, spreading your folds teasingly.

“And?”

“And I love his hands. They’re so big and veiny and oh—”

Namjoon has slipped one finger inside of you, and it goes with no resistance. You’re dripping, and you wish you had it in you to be mortified but you’re too turned on to care.

“Is that so?” Jimin asks, watching your eyes flutter closed in pleasure as Namjoon works his index finger in and out of you. “So you don’t like my hands then?”

“No!” You say, eyes wide open now. “I like both.” You pout.

Jimin grins, knowing damn well what he’s doing. “Namjoon, put a second in. She can take it.”

And damn Park Jimin for knowing you so well. The second finger goes without resistance, too. You moan, loving the stretch. 

“Isn’t that a good girl?” Jimin says, continuing to stroke himself. “Hmm? Do you like being used by Namjoon in front of me?”

You grind down at Jimin’s dirty words. “Yes, sir. I do, I really do.” You answer.

“I bet you’d do anything to be good, wouldn’t you?” Jimin taunts. “Hmm? I bet you’d even let Namjoon come inside you if he so much as asked.”

As if to prompt your answer, Namjoon’s free hand comes down to your clit and rubs at it. It feels so good and he doesn’t let up that you think you might get your release until he stops. You whine. “Sir.”

“Jimin asked you a question, sweetheart.” Namjoon says, almost like he’s telling you off. 

You pout at Jimin, who looks unbothered. “I want to come.” You say.

Jimin laughs. “So?”

You glare at him. “I want Namjoon to come inside me.” You say, and Jimin looks genuinely surprised for a split second. You’ve never let anyone except Jimin come inside you, so this is a first. Maybe you’re just being petty, but you want an upper hand over Jimin. Although, if you could think past your lust-filled haze, you would know that’s a game you can’t win.

Jimin and Namjoon exchange looks, then Jimin rolls his eyes. “Well, you heard the lady.”

Namjoon pulls you off his lap, and you kneel on the bed. He looks at you for a moment. “Can I really?” He asks. 

You’re distracted by his strong arms gripping your waist right now, but your answer is set in stone. You want this man to have his way with you, even if that means you can’t walk tomorrow. “Yes, please.”

You’re getting manhandled into doggy position when Jimin puts on a fake-shocked expression. “Now, babe. You’re not going to make our guest do all the work, are you?”

“No, sir.” You reply obediently.

Jimin grins, having fun bugging you. He watches as you lay Namjoon down and straddle his lap facing him. You lower yourself onto Namjoon’s cock, the two of you groaning at the same time. He’s big, and it’s not that Jimin is not, but that you’ve never had a monstrosity like this inside you. You think if you so much as move wrong you might get pregnant.

The sheets rustle as Jimin gets on the bed. He comes behind you, and plays with your nipples. “He’s big, isn’t he?” Jimin asks the obvious.

You can only whimper in response. “Gonna be good for us?” Jimin checks. “Not going to come without permission, right?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.” You say, and that’s enough for Jimin to lay back against the pillows beside you two. 

You only manage to ride Namjoon for about a minute before the urge to come takes over. You still, chewing your bottom lip and tossing your head back. You’re just about to move again when Namjoon’s patience is maxed.

“That’s enough.” Namjoon grunts. “Here, I’ve got you.”

You let Namjoon flip you over, until you’re lying against the pillows and he’s behind you. He slides in to the hilt and you raise yourself onto your hands, gripping the sheets for purchase. Namjoon wraps one big arm around your chest, just under your breasts. The other, he places on your throat. “Is that okay?” He checks.

You glare at Jimin, wishing you could fucking come. Jimin laughs, and smacks your clit with his hand.

“You two look so cute.” Jimin jeers as Namjoon all but fucks the life out of you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d thought you were trying to get knocked up, babe.”

You sigh at the idea of being filled up, completely owned and taken care of. Jimin knows you love that feeling, the feeling of being completely his. “Sir.” You say, clenching around Namjoon. “Please, please.” Jimin sticks his thumb in your mouth to get you to stop pleading.

“Namjoon, come in her.” Jimin orders, and Namjoon does, holding you down as he does it. 

You barely get a minute to breathe when Namjoon slips out of you and Jimin flips you over. Jimin enters you in one fluid motion, and pins your hands down against the sheets.

“How cute, Namjoon stretched you out.” Jimin teases, making you and Namjoon groan simultaneously. Jimin moans as he slides into you, the cum inside you making everything slippery and sound obscene. You tilt your head back against the sheets. 

“Sir, please.” You beg, and Jimin takes the hint. He takes both of your wrists in one hand and reaches down with the other to rub your clit.

“Such a good girl, fuck.” Jimin curses. “Who do you belong to?”

“Yours, sir, please!” You beg, almost near the point of tears.

“And what do you want from me?”

“I want you to come in me, please, please.” You beg. “Please I wanna come with you, sir.”

“Come.” Jimin orders and the orgasm that rips through you leaves you shaking.

Jimin lays down against you, whispering sweet nothings and kissing your neck. You’re catching your breath when you notice Namjoon looks a little awkward. You smile at him, motioning him to come closer. Namjoon lays down next to you, and the three of you catch your breath. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Namjoon asks you, glancing at Jimin.

You kiss him first. “You dummy, you just came inside of me.” You tell him, making Jimin laugh.

Namjoon pouts. “Yeah, but Jimin said I could then.” 

Jimin grabs the tissue box from the night stand and starts wiping you down. You give him a kiss and Jimin kisses you back sweetly. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “That’s only in bed, Namjoon. She runs this house.”

Namjoon laughs. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me, considering she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

You wink at Namjoon, and the three of you giggle.

“Are you sure no one is going to catch on?” You ask. Jimin rolls his eyes, continuing to towel dry his hair. 

“No one will know, babe. It’s our secret.”

You look at Namjoon, who’s currently fighting for his life to get the last corner of the fitted sheet on. “Yeah, I suppose so.” You think, looking at Namjoon.

Namjoon catches you looking and smiles. “Jimin, hurry up or we’re starting the K-drama without you.”

Jimin jogs over from the ensuite bathroom only to find you two sharing a pack of chocolates. Jimin scoffs. “What is this couple bullshit going on over here?” He asks, sliding into bed. You pop a chocolate into his mouth. Jimin is pleased, and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Namjoon, on the other hand, is holding your hand between his.

“You feeling okay, though? I wasn’t too rough?” Namjoon checks for the nth time.

“Namjoon, what did I say about this woman running our house—”

“Jimin shut up.” You say, eyes lighting up. “God, why is that man so hot?” You complain about the main character on screen, making both Jimin and Namjoon arch a brow.

“I’m going to fight him.” Jimin says.

“No you won’t.” You say, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin’s lips. “If you were that jealous, Namjoon wouldn’t be in our bed right now.”

Jimin considers it. “Yeah, but I like Namjoon.” He concedes.

Namjoon looks shy then. 

“Don’t let your guard down, Joon.” You warn. “This man is all bite, no bark.” 

Jimin pretends to bite your neck for dramatic effect.

Namjoon and Jimin exchange smiles at your laughter. Without speaking, they pull in closer to you. They hold you until the sweet, post-coital haze eases you to sleep. When you’re no longer awake, they take turns kissing your forehead. It’s too early to tell what this could blossom into, but you know one thing for sure. This feels much better than holding it in.

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The lesson

The Lesson | MY | Drabble

pairing: min yoongi x reader (f), mature 18+, explicit, minors dni

au: jewelry heist, pwp (sort of)

word count: 3.1k

summary: dom!yoongi. sub!reader. yoongi realizes how much the reader likes to be told what to do, and that's really the whole fic.

a/n: Thanks to everyone for their patience and kind words. I'm glad to have a fresh start.

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Your knee bounces against the underside of the table. Gritting your teeth, you force your leg to be still. The interview room is a small rectangle with no windows, not even a two-way mirror to liven the gloom. You’re on the fifth floor of the police precinct, and you need to get your shit together.

The detective slams his hand against the scarred wood. “… isn’t that right?” He’s three inches from your face, leering at you. 

Fucking hell, you haven’t been paying attention to this guy. You’re a little, okay, a lot, distracted.

“I asked you a question,” he shouts.

It isn’t this sentient slab of beef that has you nervous, though. You slow your breathing. You need a strategy.

Min Yoongi is going to be here any minute, and he’s going to be pissed.

The detective is still ranting about the fact that they caught you. Not exactly red-handed, you didn’t have the necklace yet, but let’s just say very suspiciously-handed in the penthouse suite of the hotel, a little too interested in the formidable safe in the closet of the primary bedroom. Thankfully, you ditched your earpiece and safe cracking tools before they arrived. Your hotel maid’s uniform gave you an excuse to be in the room, but it looks bad. Even you can admit this.

“Are you listening to me?” the detective says, trying to sound menacing. 

You refrain from rolling your eyes. This is the kind of guy that assumes his size will get him out of any trouble, and you already have a plan to knock him out. You just hope you get to use it when Yoongi arrives. You need to show him you’re not completely incompetent. 

A cold feeling moves through you like ice in your veins. What if he leaves you here? Technically, he doesn’t have to do anything to help. He could walk away tonight, and you wouldn’t be able to find him again. What if he thinks you aren’t worth the trouble? 

“That’s right, you better be nervous,” the detective preens.

Someone knocks on the door.

“I don’t care what the chief says, my client hasn’t been charged with anything. I demand to see her.”

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ll show myself in.”

The detective lurches to the door as it opens. Min Yoongi steps into the room, black suit, white shirt, and gray tie. All bespoke, all worth more than the annual rent on your shitty apartment. His black hair is pushed back from his face. He looks like he’s about to be photographed stepping out of a sleek black vehicle. Also, he’s wearing glasses. Glasses you haven’t seen before. They’re a distraction. Get your shit together.

“Who the hell are you?” the detective asks. 

“I’m her lawyer.” He points at you, and you force yourself not to shrink from his gaze. The explanations and excuses you want to make die on your lips. This isn’t the time. 

The detective looks at you questioningly.

You nod. 

Yoongi tongues his cheek. Ohhh, he’s pissed pissed.

“Can we move this along?” Yoongi asks. “I don’t have all night.”

“You don’t have all night?! Why I’m gonna—”

But whatever the detective is going to do is lost forever when Yoongi shuts him up with one hand to the jugular. He falls to the floor with a thud, and Yoongi gives him a few swift kicks to silence any further protestations.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, hating the petulance in your voice. “I could’ve handled him.”

“Really? So, you aren’t currently handcuffed to the table?”

“Get me out of these things,” you say, lifting your hands.

“Aren’t you a lock pick?” He kneels to the get the keys from the prone detective. “I’m sorry, aren’t you the best safe cracker in the country?”

“I am,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“Maybe when I see it, I’ll believe it.”

“They changed the model. I was prepared for the 10,000X, not the newest version.”

“I told you to be prepared for anything.”

He’s right, and he did. You got a little cocky, but for good reason. You are the best.

“Look—”

“If only you could follow simple directions,” Yoongi says, unlocking the handcuffs. “Then maybe we wouldn’t be here.”

“All I needed was thirty more seconds.”

Yoongi has you by the wrist before you can blink. He drags you to your feet.

“I told you that you didn’t have thirty more seconds.” He takes a deep breath. “I told you to get out of there.”

He’s never been this close to you. In all those late-night meetings, convincing him to give you a chance, planning the heist for the hotel, you’ve never even dared to sit next to him. This entire job became a reality sitting across from each other at the 24-hour diner. Like a couple about to break up, you each paid for your own coffee. He always left first, reminding you of the retribution that would follow if you tried to find out where he lived. 

 “Can we talk about this later?”

“I think we’ll talk about it now.”

“Yoongi, we’re on the fifth floor.”

“This is why I work alone,” he says, shaking his head and releasing your wrist.

“Please give me another chance.” You’re begging sooner than you thought, but you’ve never seen him this angry. Not even when you finished his dessert at the diner.

“We’re done,” he says, leaving the room. 

You follow. It cannot end like this. 

Thankfully, the precinct is empty. There’s no one waiting in the hallway. Yoongi strides toward the elevator. 

“Wait a minute,” you say in a harsh whisper. “You can’t do this without me.”

He turns to face you, lifting one eyebrow in a perfect arch. “I’ve got a list of names and you aren’t even on it.”

You briefly shut your eyes. This is… probably true. There is no reason in the world why he has to work with you. 

“Look, we got off to a bad start.”

“We got off to a bad start when you finished my dessert. This is an ending.”

“Please,” you reach for his arm, but stop when he glares at you. “Can we talk about this?”

“I’m ditching my phone as soon as we’re out of here.” He stabs the elevator button. “Do not try to find me again. You won’t be pleased if you do.”

Just as the elevator door opens, an alarm rings out.

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathes as he steps inside. For a moment, you worry he'll prevent you from entering, but he allows you to pass.

The doors close. The elevator begins to move. Yoongi pulls the emergency brake.

“What the fuck?”

“Listen to me,” he says, calmly. Before you can even think, he has a hand around your throat, and he forces you against the back wall. 

Your heart races and your breathing speeds up. But whatever happens, you won’t cower. He might think you’re an idiot, but you'll look him in the eye.

“What did I tell you?”

You swallow painfully. Yoongi’s grip is firm. 

“That you were in charge, and that I was to follow directions.”

“What did I tell you to do?”

“You told me to get out of there before the cops rushed into the room.”

“What did you do instead?”

“I stayed because… because I was so close. I almost had the necklace in my hand.”

He huffs a breath. There is a hint of a smile on his face, but you wonder if you’ve imagined it, it’s gone so quickly.

Not releasing his grip on your neck, completely unaffected by the general alarm in the building and the sounds of cops rushing the corridors, he leans in close to your ear. You swear you feel his lips on your skin. 

“I had one rule,” he whispers. “And you violated it.”

“I know I can crack—”

“Shhhh,” he says.

You shiver from the feel of his breath on your neck. 

“I'm speaking.”

You clench your fists. This motherfucker just shushed you, and it worked. But it’s not like you would put up a fight. He knows it. You know it. He’s going to keep you here as long as he wants. 

He pulls back, meeting your eye. Decision made, he bites his bottom lip. “Let’s see if you can follow directions.”

“Now?” 

This is insane. There’s an entire precinct of cops looking for you at this very moment. Pretty soon, they’re going to figure out one of the elevators is stopped.

He grins. “They’ll never think to look for us inside the building.”

“That’s because only an idiot—”

“Hmm, not a good start.” 

Goddamn him. 

He removes his hand from around your neck. You feel strangely lost without him holding you against the wall. You steady your breathing, resisting the urge to rub your skin. He knows what he’s doing. There won’t be a bruise. Just enough pressure to show you who’s in charge, not enough to leave a mark. 

Protestations die in your throat when you see the way he gazes at you. The air around you both is charged, and the space in the elevator feels intimately smaller than it did even a moment ago. 

You press your palms into the back wall, appreciating the cold of the metal under your hands. It grounds you. Reminds you of what’s real. Whatever he has planned, it is a foregone conclusion that he’s in charge. You might defy him when you are this close to holding a diamond necklace, so beautiful you can’t believe it’s real, imaging it around your own neck, but here in this moment, it’s clear that you will do whatever he commands. You realize that you’re willing to follow him where-the-fucking-ever. A frisson of excitement thrums low in your belly. Being caught by an entire precinct is worth whatever this is turning out to be. 

“Turn around,” he says. 

When you hesitate, he raises an eyebrow. 

You comply ridiculously fast. You hear that asshole chuckle again, but it doesn’t irritate you. It does something else. Something that you wish you could ignore, but you can’t. Just as you couldn’t ignore it all those nights sitting across from him—the way he would try to hide his real smile, the way he would push his hair out of his eyes and you focused a little too long on the silver rings on his fingers, the way he would stare into his coffee cup, and you wished you could ask him what made him sad.

Now you stare at the polished metal of the elevator wall, too close to see anything like a reflection, but you know he looms behind you. A ghost of smile crosses your face. 

He waits, and you resist the urge to squirm, feeling exposed in this ridiculous hotel maid’s outfit. 

“Nice dress,” he says. 

You can’t help but laugh with him. 

“Where do they find these things?” he asks. 

“Clearly, a fetish website.” 

This time you can feel his laugh on your neck. 

“Be a good girl. Pull up that skirt.”

There’s no going back from this. Already your blood is boiling with his instruction. Slowly, hesitantly, you place your palms flat against your thighs and drag the skirt over your hips. 

“Follow directions and I'll give you what you want.”

As your panties are exposed, there’s a hiss of appreciation from Yoongi. The job might have required this ridiculous hotel uniform, but you make your own decisions when you can. 

“Red?” He runs a finger over the lace trim of the tiny, barely there, covering. 

Already you feel your slick sex, and you wish you could do anything to relieve the ache that he so quickly created. 

You must make a move for some kind of relief. 

“No, none of that.” He kicks your legs wider so that you’re more exposed. You’ve never felt so vulnerable and so fucking turned on in your life. What in the hell? You want to be angry, but it’s the best thing you’ve ever experienced. Everything fades so that your world is the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand on your waist. He nudges you to lean over. You comply, realizing that you’re arching your back, wishing for any kind of contact, any kind of sign that he is as excited as you are, but all you get is his voice dripping with disdain, and a grip that suggests mastery not intimacy. It… isn’t a turn off. 

He moves a hand down your body, until he reaches your inner thigh, caressing and teasing. He takes his time, and you struggle not to squirm. When he finally, finally reaches your panties, breath ghosting your neck, your hands almost drop the skirt that he still has you holding.  

Have you been sleepwalking through life? How the hell are you turned on this quickly? A hot, sweet ache is unfurling low in your belly. He’s barely done anything. But knowing that you are the complete focus of his inexhaustible attention is enough to make your heart race. You grip the fabric of the skirt in your hands, willing yourself to comply with whatever he asks.

Without warning, he lowers your panties, pushing them down until they are around your booted ankles. You shiver at the exposure. 

You want to say something, but your thoughts are incoherent. Nothing is uttered but a broken sob, and your mumbled pleas for more. Nothing will ever be enough after this. 

He runs a finger along the seam of your wet pussy. “Holy fuck, you’re dripping.”

His touch is light, and it’s infuriating. “So, you do like following directions.”

“Yoongi,” you whine. 

You bite your lip to stop saying it again. His light touch is torture when you want nothing more than to be filled, begging for more because you’re sure whatever he’s willing to give you won’t be enough. 

He starts slow, languid circles around your clit. You moan, dropping your head even as you continue to hold your skirt so he can do what he wants with your body. 

After more of this delicious torture, you push back against him, needing more friction, more of everything.

His hand stops, and he pulls his body away from yours.  You sob at the loss. 

“You want it so bad, and I’ve barely even touched you.” 

There’s nothing you can say in response, because he’s absolutely right.

“Come here, lick these fingers for me. See how wet you are.”

What can you do but obey? You would do anything he asked at this point. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip and you open your mouth, greedily sucking the taste of your release. Your shameless in how much you want to show him just how good you can be. 

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers from your mouth. You can only imagine what you look like, mouth red, lips slick, voice slurred.

“Please,” you say. You’re not even sure you know exactly what you are asking him for. For him to let you go? For him to never stop? 

“I like it when you beg. What do you want?”

“Wanna come.”

“Hmm, don’t think you’ve earned yet.”

“I’ll be good,” you whimper. You can’t really believe how he has unraveled you so quickly, so completely. 

“Don’t come until I tell you.”

You moan as he pushes two fingers past your willing pussy. It isn’t enough, it isn’t nearly enough. He alternates between faster and harder pressure on your clit and fucking you with his fingers. He’s working you up to a frenzy, and it is taking everything you have not to come.

“Not yet.” He leaves a tender kiss on your neck. It is so at odds with the way his hand is working you. You almost come just from that alone. 

You groan, arms shaking, legs weak. 

“You look good like this, doing what I say.”

“I can,” you insist, but your sob undermines the message.

He hums his appreciation, but doesn’t relent in his ministrations. He just keeps going, his breath on your neck like he wants to bite your skin. He rubs your aching clit, you moan and buck but still he doesn't give the least amount of what you want, a terrible kind of tease he is, but you would rather die than have him stop. Time is suspended as he keeps you hovering, just way from your own release.

You groan his name, and he chuckles.

You’re biting your lip to keep from saying it again, but something must give way as tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“That’s a good girl," he says in that bored drawl, as if hadn't a care in the world. “Come for me.”

Your back arches, body shudders and you can’t help the moans pouring from your lips. Pleasure moves through you like fire. You drop your skirt, as you bring up your hands to brace yourself against the wall. The pressure has built so tightly, so completely, that your release almost hurts. You just keep coming. Your pussy clenches on nothing, and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full by whatever he will give you. You heave a sigh as your body finally calms. You turn around to face him, sinking against the back wall, trying to catch your breath. 

But he takes it again. 

When he meets your eye, he brings his hand to his mouth and sucks your release from his fingers.

There are a lot of things that you could say, like how the hell are you both going to get out of here, but really there is only one thing that really matters. 

“For all that is fucking holy, let me suck your dick.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You haven’t earned it.”

“I’m begging you.”

“I know. I like it.”

“You don’t want me to?”

“Sweetheart,” he says, holding your chin in his hands, his grip strong. “I’m gonna to use that mouth, and you’re gonna love it, but not now.”

“Why?”

“One of us needs to be able to deny themselves, and it clearly isn’t you.”

“I was so close to getting the safe open, I swear.”

“I know,” he says, pushing the elevator lock so that the car lurches back into movement. “That’s why we’re going back to the hotel.”

For the first time, you realize the elevator is going up.

“Now?”

“They won’t look for us there.” He shrugs. “Probably the safest place we could be.”

This is an insane plan. It makes no fucking sense, but on the other hand, he’s giving you another chance. That’s all that matters.

“I can get it open. I just need thirty seconds.”

“I’m giving you fifteen, since you’re the best in the country.”

You knew that would come back to bite you in the ass. 

“Then you can wear whatever we find in the safe while I teach you another lesson.” He rubs his thumb against your cheek, hard. It feels heavenly. 

“Another one?” you ask, reeling from image he’s just conjured. You on your knees dripping with diamonds, doing whatever he asks. Yoongi grabs your hand, pulling you through the open doors of the elevator.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to take a while for you to learn what I have to teach.”

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a/n: thank you for reading!!!!!

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